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 Oxymoron8 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
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++
-Rain Life--Rain Life-3 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 DarkVanessa5 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
Con LongCon Long6 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 2-2 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 Explanation5 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 story6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I want a worldI want a world4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want a world with more birthdays
I want a world with more ups and no downs
I want a world made of sunrays
I want a world with no frowns
I want a world that's unbroken
I want a world that can sing
I want a world full of jokin'
I want a world that's happening
I want a world full of dreamers
I want a world with more in-loves
I want a world strung with streamers
I want a world with more peace-doves
I want a world full of balloons
I want a world made of parks
I want a world that's like cartoons
I want a world with no afraid-of-the-darks
I want a world that dances
I want a world made of superstars
I want a world that entrances
I want a world that raises the bars
I want a world where I can laugh
I want a world where I don't think of tears
I want a world in a bubble bath
I want a world that doesn't grind my gears
I want a world where I love him
I want a world where he loves me back
I want a world that is not dim
I want a world where I don't lack
countthescarsandthestarsi sit with hercountthescarsandthestars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and rock her back and forth
cradling her in my arms
'shh' i tell her
i'm sorry that i've scared her this much
sorry that i've scarred her this much
sure, she's broken
but not as much as me
i stroke her hair
to be brave
and stay strong
as she becomes me
she is yet to go through the pain
that i have survived
i want to warn her
but all i can do is show her
what i am
and hope that
she is the me
of two years ago
and she is sobbing against my chest
as i rock her
back and forth
back and forth
and hope she'll survive
With all your diction.With all your diction.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I always suspected you were blind, I swear.
And I got to pathetic to carry on
The things that were infinite just sorta screeched to a halt.
You took the drawing and crumbled it in your hand and it all froze right then.
I was starry-eyed and abandoned.
I realized you weren't going to give my drawing back, even though it was unfinished.
I realized that there's all kinds of tragedy in this world and you just created one of mine. One of the ones that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Its a soft word. Seems likes a word you'd whisper into hot adventitious summer air. It would sit there forever hanging in one spot. Almost floating. Just float. Seems like a word you'd always, always, always put in italics and never take out. A.Ban.Don.Ment.
But it's blow is never soft.
Quiet though. Like tear gas. Then it dismantles you from inside.
First thing your eyes just tear and hurt a little
and all of a sudden you're coughing your lungs out.
Hacking up enoug
They Loved ItI was going to write another poem.They Loved It1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But they don’t take you seriously
When you’re being serious.
So I threw in the word “bitch”…
…And they loved it.
Love Is On It's Way - KlaineIt was early in the morning when Kurt was awoken. Blaine sat beside him, shaking him awake.Love Is On It's Way - Klaine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kurt shoved his hands away, and turned the other way. He climbed over to the other side of him, and tried to get him up again. "Kurt, get up."
He sighed, "Seriously. Get up."
"We fell asleep, your dad's home." He whispered to him, getting up off the bed. He picked up his pants off the floor - They did nothing - Because they came back to Kurt's house,
after a long day at school. And they wanted to relax. They ended up staying up all night, but Blaine was planning to leave before Kurt's dad came home.
Because he knows how he feels about people being over without him being asked first.
Kurt quickly got out of the bed, almost falling, he ran to the door. "I think you can leave without him noticing." He whispered to Blaine, checking if his dad is in sight.
He didn't see him. So Blaine ran. He ran straight for the front door, almost being seen. Just as he opened the door, you c
ballet grotesque.She hits the floor, hard, her mind shut down before her knees had even buckled. The backside of her skull cracks against the filthy floorboards with a loud, wet, crushing smack, and the short sharp burst of brain-splatter beating against the windowpane echoes through the empty house, ignored by the ancient, creaking beams and the winter moths fluttering in slow circles around the old flickering reading-lamp.ballet grotesque.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Outside, winter breathes and swallows the world in graceful, aristocratic drifts of white. The wind howls, agonized, screaming it's reaper-call upwards into the swift blizzard current and as she walks away from the house, her footprints blown away before she can look back to search for them, the storm pulls the strings on her heart and the charred flesh of her fingertips cools, mending in the freeze of christmas she can no longer feel.
She turns against the biting tempest and the dark shadow growing at the edge of the yard and stares, confused, back towards the windows o