AspergersYou tease him.Aspergers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lie to him.
And he takes it all.
He doesn't understand. Or maybe he does and doesn't let on. He always has been one to want attention.
No. That was wrong. Not attention. He wants friends. He wants people who don't make fun of how he dresses or the things he likes. He wants people who don't egg him on for a laugh or call him names and make fun of his (often less than socially acceptable) mannerisms.
He doesn't see where he is wrong though! Oh, no. He can't tell when an appropriate time to make goofy faces is, or how Nazi jokes aren't very funny when in serious discussion. He doesn't know that words like "fag" and "retard" are not words he should be throwing around so casually, especially when they are the same words people call him.
I have tried to teach him these things. And I will continue to. People will make fun of me
Obamanation 2 lyricsLOWKEY Obama Nation Part 2 ft M1 of Dead Prez LYRICS:Obamanation 2 lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't, I don't want no, Obama, Obama nation (abomination)
I'm not gonna, vote for your inauguration
Cause I don't need your, Obama, Obama nation (abomination)
I'm not gonna
[Lupe Fiasco sample]
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn't say shit
[Verse 1 - M-1]
After you divorce yourself from the right wing
Propaganda campaign, it's all simple and plain
America costumed the game
Your president got an African name, now who you gone blame?
When they drop them bombs out of them planes
Using depleted uranium, babies looking like two headed aliens
Follow the money trail it leads to the criminal
Ain't nothing subliminal to it, that's how they do it
See they game they run, give a f-ck if he's cunning
Articulate and handsome, Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man, neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face, he said f-ck it I'll do it
A master of disguise, expert at t
Love Is An OxymoronDid you know that you're my everythingLove Is An Oxymoron9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hope that I'm your everything too.
you are my darling
Did you know you are my hearts desire,
You lift me up and set me all on fire.
you are my only one
Did you know that when the sky turns black
I look to you and i can't look back.
you are my savior
Did you know I sometimes cry at night
Just because you're not within my sight.
you're my want and my need
If you were gone, I don't know what I'd do,
Even the thought of losing you hurts me.
you are my life support
Sometimes my head feels it's not right
But when you're near my head gets light as air.
you are my addiction
I always feel there's so much to say
But when you're here it floats away somehow.
you are my uncertainty
I guess I've been hurt too much before,
To trust you now it takes me more than most.
you are my confusion
I doubt myself too much to say
If I fail would you just turn away?
you are my fear
I collapse into your arms onc
-Rain Life--Rain Life-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Driving on a highway
While raining is bliss
Watching all the sky's tears
Bounce off the car window...
As traffic from a deady accident
Ahead making the cars
Go to a hault.
Staring out the lifeless glass
With drops of life on it.
Watching a few drops stream
Down living that quick life...
Before it hits the deadly end
Leaving behind a streak,
Of memories behind
Wondering if they were good...
Or bad memories.
Entrevista a DarkVanessaEntrevista a DarkVanessa6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Primeramente quiero agradecerte el haberte tomado el tiempo de poder contestar a esta entrevista. Para comenzar ¿ Por qué no te presentas a los lectores?.
Por supuesto! Mi nombre es DarkVanessa y son una artista destacada principalmente en el estilo anime/manga. Estoy recibida de secretaria administrativa (operador de PC) pero en este momento trabajo sólo de Freelance y así me va muy bien.
¿Cómo y cuando conociste deviantART?
Hace 3 años aproximadamente un buen amigo me recomendó este lugar para exponer mis trabajos keisuke-nonohara, al principio mi cuenta era DARKVANESSA-SAMA, pero no le puse demasiado empeño, estaba mas al tanto de mi página de videojuegos en groups.com "VanessaParadise-kof". Tiempo después decidí hacerme una nueva cuenta en DA y empezar de nuevo a exponer y ver como me iba, y acá estoy, desde ese momento estoy mostrando y trabajando en mis dibujos, los cuales poco a p
AnneOriginalAnne5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ich will nur schlafen
um zu vergessen,
um mich zu erholen,
um zu fliehen,
in einer anderen Welt,
aus diesem Wirr-Warr,
und jemanden sehen,
der sich meiner annimmt
I only want to sleep
to wake up
To wake up
in a different world,
to wake up
from this promiscuity,
to wake up
to see someone,
who looks after me
Nerd Humor(An Open Source Poem)Nerd Humor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd compiled a REALbasic poem
in which a Python
with a bad Lisp
concocted a Scheme
to swap a dull Ruby
for a shiny new Perl
from the king Cobol
while making Smalltalk
over a cup of Java
before knocking him out with a SNOBOL
My prof gave it a C++
Con LongCon Long7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was like a miracle. Huffing, hissing, black-coal eyes. A Dragon.
The summer was hot and languid. In the air, swollen bluebottles circled clumsily, colliding with windows. Vines snaked up telegraph wires, peppers hanging from them like jewels. Everywhere, boundaries were bursting; tapioca fences straining, bamboo ploughing up the soft earth like gunfire.
Bao-Long watched with fear and no little wonder as the steamtrain drew up to the platform, childhood memories flooding back to him with a rush. In his village there had always been a dragon. The men of the village came together each year, all quarrels forgotten, and danced beneath the bamboo framework and the tapered, coloured paper, giving life to something dead. When Boas sixteenth birthday had come, he too had danced beneath the costume, and when he was thirty, he remembered, he had been given the honour of being the Dragons head. He had bobbed and nodded to the little children of the village as they clapped their hand
ItalyxReaderxRomano -Pt 2-ItalyxReaderxRomano -Pt 2-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next morning, you awoke with two pairs of arms wrapped around you. Also, you weren't laying on the couch as you were before but rather, under the sheets of a bed.
Looking to the right, you saw a pale little Italian boy with beautiful auburn hair and elegant copper eyes that rarely ever revealed themselves to the world. You noticed his curl was rather close to you and decided to move away from it a bit.
Turning your head to the left, you saw a near mirror image of the Italian on your right. The only difference was his skin was kissed by the sun more than Italy's, probably because of all the time he spends with Spain in the tomato vineyards. His hair was a darker shade of brown compared to Italy's.
Looking at Romano's face, you saw peace for the first time. He was so much cuter when he didn't have such an angered and pissed-off face. And Italy was 've'-ing in his sleep which made you want to squeal from the cuteness.
Sitting up a bit, you were able
An Imperfect ExplanationTime passed so quickly.An Imperfect Explanation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was like a brief taste of chocolate,
like that stolen Hershey kiss,
deep brown eyes rimmed with tears.
I blinked and you were gone
and I was lonely again.
All I had left were memories,
sweet laughter, holding hands,
a brief glimpse of the sunset on mainstreet,
an unfinished English assignment,
and your gift to me:
Hacer cosplay vs Ser cosplayerHacer cosplay vs Ser cosplayer5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Hacer cosplay vs. Ser cosplayer
Hace ya más de un año escribí en esta misma columna sobre el tema del cosplay. En aquel entonces sólo había hecho uno, y además de la poca experiencia tenía también poco conocimiento sobre este arte-pasatiempo-actividad (escojan ustedes su propia definición).
Últimamente por motivos profesionales he estado zambulléndome en este tema de nuevo, y aunque lo que dije en ese momento sigue teniendo validez, creo que es hora de hacer un remake.
Para retomar, la palabra cosplay deriva del inglés "costume play". Literalmente significa "juego de disfraces", pero como en toda traducción no debemos tomarlo literal, porque se perdería mucho de su significado. El cosplay va más allá de ponerse un traje e incluye la representación del personaje. Para los fans el cosplay se ha convertido en una de las representaciones máximas de su fanatismo, y prácticamente en
Discrimination, Six word storyDiscrimination, Six word story7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I am.I am.I am.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then
I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.
I am the child who was forgotten.
I am the broken.
I am the hero.
I am the villain.
I am the takers.
I am the givers.
I am the deserving.
I am the bullied.
I am the pressured.
I am the suffering.
I am the surviving.
I am the wishers.
I am the dreamers.
I'm ScaredThe onesI'm Scared3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the biggest
TLCSW (Roadtrip) Cress couldn’t help but smile as she poured a good helping of syrup onto her pancakes. There were multiple reasons for the smile, though the syrup on its own was plenty happy.TLCSW (Roadtrip) 2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You’re all packed, right, Cress?” Thorne sat down across from her, a cup of coffee wafting an enticing scent through the air.
Cress simply nodded before tossing some blueberries on her already syrup soaked pancakes, spreading a great dollop of whipped cream to top it off. Her short hair was even now, having been trimmed to be less choppy and more natural. She could’ve grown her hair out somewhat by now, but she didn’t want her long hair anymore. Her long hair had been just another part of the little girl trapped and lonely, the knots filled with disparity and an ignorance that she had never fully grown out of.
Thorne sipped his coffee and tilted his head slightly. He was looking at Cress thoughtfully,
Love Never FadesI always know that it is thereLove Never Fades3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that does not mean it will be fair.
I have to be strong to be able to bare
This love, that is there.
One day you will see
How much you mean to me.
But until then, let there be harmony
In this love that was meant to be.
Yet I must say,
That there while never be decay,
In these feelings I have everyday.
For it pains me to see you fading away,
But I can't stop you from walking away.
Maybe one day you will know,
Just how far I will go,
For this love that I will share.
Maybe TomorrowMaybe Tomorrow:Maybe Tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-I will find love
-I will get a job
-I will hear God's voice
-My heart's song will be more than noise
-Waiting won't hurt so much
-Passion will be abundant
-Boredom will lessen
-Adventures will be sought
-I'll help someone to see the Light
-Maybe tomorrow it will shine twice as bright
-My mind won't be so heavy
-My soul will take flight
-You will see me differently
-I will have to act 10 years older
-I will love a long lost friend
-I will fly around the world and back again
Whatever happens tomorrow, may God be at the center and the people I love know He loves them so much more, and that, that is all the really matters.
Fields of FranceOnce I ran through fields in France,Fields of France3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
green eyes all aglow.
of what horror the world could hold.
War, there's war! The papers all foretold.
on the train.
I'll never see my home.
Now France has burned,
and all has turned
to rotted fields of cold.
No birds to sing, so late in Spring,
only bullets to behold.
We have victory, high victory!
They say with mirthless eyes.
But is this victory, high victory,
When I lay myself to die?