Start Believing...That you're a good personStart Believing...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you deserve better
That you're beautiful
That people care about what happens to you
That the world is a better place because you're here
That you can get better
That trust isn't always a bad thing
That love doesn't mean pain
That acceptance starts with loving yourself
That what tear's you down can at least make you wiser
That you can make a difference
That there is hope
LiEI get up everyday,LiE4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And live a lie.
I'm sorry to say.
But it's true,
I'm part queer.
I just wish,
That I was brave enough.
To say that out loud,
To tell it too your face.
But I'm a coward,
And I hide away.
There are times,
I slip up with what I say.
Outside I smile,
Baring all my teeth,
Playing off what's been said.
On the inside,
I shake and quiver in fear.
Have I been caught?
Or am I stuck?
Still trapped within my act?
What would you do,
What would you really say?
If you only knew.
Would you still love me,
I didn't chose this...Not sure what I'm doingI didn't chose this...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeping this mask up is proving harder than I thought
It is wrong that I'm lying to everyone?
Or is the real crime that I'm lying to myself?
Is my calm demeanor going to be the death of me?
Not expressing, never speaking up...nobody knows.
Nobody worries, not because they don't care but because they don't know
They don't know just how different from them I am.
They have no idea that I already am everything they've always feared I would be.
They don't know because I don't tell them.
I know I'm running out of the energy needed to keep up the charade
I wonder if they'll still say they love me when I release all the demons I've been hiding all these years.
Not long enough...I need to do this for myself.Not long enough...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I finally said it. It only took me 15 years.
HauntedI gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G "Haunted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye. I'm seventeen, and I was so far ahead. I exceeded every expectation, blew through hurdles in my wake. I had it all in front of me, a future bright for all to see. Though my daddy said I wasn't his; drew lines throughout my memory. A beautiful boy said he loved me. My knight, my heart, my everything. He promised me eternity. I trusted him with all
I Don't CareI don't care if you're gay,I Don't Care4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you're a tranny,
If you like to wear dresses and lipstick and bows,
Or if you like to wear baggy pants and band T-shirts and cut your hair short.
I don't care if you like being called a he instead of a she,
Or a she instead of a he.
All I want is to know that you don't care, either.
That you don't care that I like being called Jamie and not Sarah,
That I'm not really a girl,
And not really a boy either.
That you don't care if I'm okay with trannies and queers,
That gender doesn't matter.
Because in my eyes it doesn't.
I just wish you could see it that way, too.
Hated.I know I'll always be hated,Hated.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but can't you hate me because I'm a bitch?
Because I speak my mind and it just so happens to offend you?
Because I'll punch you the fuck out if you so much as touch someone close to me?
What about because I'm such a smartarse?
Because I say a big 'fuck you' to your society?
Because I'm not afraid to tell you exactly what I think of you?
Because I hate you too?
Because our values are different?
Because I do what I want?
Because you want what I have?
Because you hate everyone?
Hate me because you disagree with me.
Or because you hate my best friend.
Hate me, because sometimes I hate too.
Don't hate me because I fucking love.
My coming out,my pride,my lifeFor most people at Broomfield high school it was destined to be just another day. Not for me though. At long last I had finally worked up the guts to ask out the guy I had been crushing on for the past few months.My coming out,my pride,my life4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That's right, I'm a man who's attracted to men. If you don't like it, tough.
Anywho I had been leading up to this for a while. One of the traditions that me and my friends had been doing since freshmen year (It was senior year that this was happening) was lunch at the local Wendy's every Thursday. On our last gathering before Thanksgiving, I "came out" to my friends. Sort of. See, I told them I was bi. Not cuz I didn't want to be gay, by then I was ok with it. No, it was cuz I didn't think I really was gay. Oh boy was I wrong.
Not only did I "come out" to them, but I told them who I had been crushing on for a long time. His name is Michael. Sexy, sorta caring, and out as bi to his friends(though I didn't learn that till afterwords). So they started to give me advice, an
Adrian Spook, PrologueAdrian Spook, Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Since the day I was born, my eyes have beheld the Ghostzone
The air was freezing. All around, voices whispered from shadows, their owners trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the abyss below. A silence fell over the area, a new cry echoed into the depths of the Ghostzone. The gathered spirits murmured excitedly. It had actually happened; the halfa's offspring had been born in the middle of the realm of the dead.
Sam Fenton held a little bundle in her arms as her amethyst eyes darted around, catching glimpses of nearby ghosts. Warily she clutched her precious cargo closer to her chest. Inside the soft blankets, two small eyes stared curiously at the surroundings. The child was a newborn, and the world he now saw was an awe-inspiring mystery to him.
The mother of the little miracle looked to her husband worriedly. "I still can't believe he was born her in the Ghostzone Doctor Patterson said our child would be born next week, not this "
I Know That You Are HurtingBrother's gone and stabbed you, and daddy doesn't care.I Know That You Are Hurting4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everything that happens to you, you know it isn't fair.
And sometimes the people in your head get far too much to bear.
And though you want to ask for help, you really wouldn't dare.
You always try your best, but to momma that's not good enough.
So you put on all your armour and try to make yourself look tough.
You hide behind your keyboard and I don't know what to say.
So for now I'll only listen, 'till I can make it all okay.
I know that you are hurting.
No matter how you hide it.
And now your vision's blurring.
Go on, please don't fight it.
Let out all your angry tears.
And I'll be here to lean on.
Here to share your every fear.
And here to help you fight on.
And you think that every dancer has to have a perfect look.
Your worth is measured solely by the tape and diet book.
Although they always tell you that you're really oh so thin
You're certain that they're lying and that eating is a sin.
When your family drives you crazy or
Panic AttackIt's not like crying,Panic Attack4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the pain inside is released with the tears you shed
And when you're finished you can curl up with the quiet and sleep.
It's not like sadness,
When the feeling is definite,
And you know it's not all in your head.
It claws at your chest,
Constricting your heart and your muscles lock up.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
It doesn't go away,
But lurks deep inside,
And you wonder if you're simply crazy.
Your thoughts swim as you're gasping for breath,
And even though you know it's coming,
You're still afraid.
And when it's all over,
You're still at the breaking point of emotion.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
One of ThemYou know, I never was "one of them". I never wanted to be. Even before I came out, I wasn't one of the pack. Not that I was a loner. Not by a long shot. It's just that I didn't conform to any one, except my closest of friends. As usual when someone comes out, my life changed. But that part didn't. At least, not during school.One of Them4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But then I moved out. I found a job. I got myself caught up in the larger world (id say real world, but that seems to encompass less than the larger world). I found work, (a real shock, considering our unemployment rate) at a local Home Depot, a store I had patronized for quite some time and was happy to find myself at. For a while, at least. But the break room changed all that.
For it seems that High School really doesn't end. At least, not all of it. I knew what to expect of course, from the stories on the news, the warnings of friends and family alike, but it never does seem to stop the pain of seeing and hearing it for yourself.
Repeal DADTKevin GenameRepeal DADT4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Honors British Literature
Controversial Essay for the repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell (DADT)
A man walks into a recruiting center to sign up for service. He fulfills all of the requirements but is not let into the army. Do you know why? It is because he is openly gay. Why disallow him to join due to his orientation, even though he has the skills? Situations like this must come to an end, and the only way to reach this is to repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Why must we put an end to DADT? It is because DADT is discriminatory, costing us troops, a violation of rights set up in our constitution, and a roadblock to the civil rights for members of the Lesbian-Gay-Bisexual-Transgender community.
DADT was created in 1993 by President William Clinton as a compromise between him and conservative members of Congress. Why the compromise? Bill Clinton wanted to allow homosexuals to join the U.S. military, but did not want to anger the congressmen who thought differently t
TLK3 Revenge OfThe DarkOnes P9TLK3 Revenge OfThe DarkOnes P92 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Simba and Kovu finished digging the grave within the hour, placing Thena's body down into it. They sat there, their heads held in shame as they gave a moment of silence in her name. The rains finally stopped as Kovu looked at Simba.
"Dad...... Kiara and i will adopt Thena's cubs...." Simba looked at Kovu shocked at the words he was saying, but he softly smiled as Kovu continued, "The least we can do for her is to ensure her cub's survive." Simba nodded as he looked at Thena's lifeless body, and the smile he held was slowly fading.
"I'm so sorry young Thena, but watch on from the skies, for one day your children will be great, and they will make you proud... May the great Kings welcome you into their kingdom of the heavens".
Inside Pride Rock's Den, Sarabi had placed Thena's cubs next to Lir and Kira. Kiara began to clean them, when Nala rushed in with a sobbing Vitani beside her. Vitani fell into an empty bed of grass and sobbed, as Nala explained what had happened to Kiara and Sarabi.
push.(call it agoraphobia, say i'm afraid of strange placespush.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
but at the end of the day, i just prefer too-tight spaces.)
closets are my refuge, whether physical or metaphorical. mine is just too short for stretching out to my full length, my neck craning against the sides and painted toes stuck between the carpet and the moulding. i ignore that it's getting far too small for me, returning again and again because it's familiar, it's what I know- as always, i run through my memories like an amateur, the kind that slows down at every delight.
(can't take my eyes off her pale skin
tinged with a flush so fair
a kiss might prompt her curving grin
if only I would dare.)
as for delight, well, thoughts of brown-eyed gemma are what's got me hiding in my own head. hers is the kind of thin that comes naturally, and the kind of fit that comes with work. her slim curves are the class of perfect that venus would envy. gold strives for the warmth of gemma's strawberry blonde hair; but other black-belts wish
I will always be deceivedYou're so wonderful, you know that?I will always be deceived4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every morning I wake up and eat the same breakfast,
while trying not to forget you're there, close to me.
I take you in and head to class, but that's only the beginning.
You make me feel sweet, you little thing, like nothing in the
world will break my mood. You're amazing, and full of so much
I love mornings with you.
You're so hateful, you know that?
Every evening I sit down, waiting for you to stop.
I eat my lunch in a panic, my hands attempting to shake you away,
but failing, always failing, thinking suicide is the better choice.
And nothing in the world will break this
torment. You're ugly, and so full of
I hate evenings with you.
You're so in control, you know that?
Every second I sit writing this, I feel you working,
My hands still clenching as my mind stands focused
with words, and moods, and countless thoughts
of fearing that paranoia that always comes
around five o' clock, when you begin to descend.
You're demanding, and so fu
tooth and nailevery set of scales has a set of teeth.tooth and nail4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when the red exclamation mark points to a number that's too big, too much, too fat, so fat, the scales try to eat me whole, and i feel the sharp red finger in the little glass panel below me slice another (slice of cake, slice of pizza, slice of pie, you're disgusting) scar into my icing sugar heart.
i drop to the bathroom floor hard. shock waves reverberate up my arms and rattle my teeth in my skull. i do push ups until my overcooked spaghetti arms won't support me anymore and my lungs are flailing for breath like tuna fish on the deck of a ship, and oh god oh god oh god it feels so good. nose squashed against frigid tiles, i laugh and sob and scream all at the same time without making a single sound.
i sleep with running shoes on because whenever i wake up from a dream about eating so much that my belly splits like an overripe melon, i slink out the house and go for a run to smother the embers of longing singeing the inside of my stomach
"Once won't Hurt"It calls from the darkest corner"Once won't Hurt"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts as a quiet whisper
At first its easy to ignore
But as time goes by
It gets harder
Soon its screaming from that corner
Yelling, shouting and demanding
To be released from its prison
Oh, but you can't
You just can't
Let it out
There are so many people
That you have promised
But it begins to call
In a voice so soft
A voice so sweet
That it just drips
Looking to that corner
You long for your old
"Maybe just a peek," you whisper
Oh how beautiful it is
Oh how the light reflects
Off of its sharp surface
And once more it calls
So soft and sweet
You long for its touch
So maybe, just maybe
"Once won't hurt," you whisper
Slowly it slides across your skin
Then again and again
And again and
Black Eyes and Butterfly WingsI sewed feathersBlack Eyes and Butterfly Wings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my corset's back strings,
but I don't think it's enough to fly.
And the troll under the bridge
is singing me lullabies
but he's still a troll.
And the chalk-drawn owl
with the heart-shaped face
keeps exhaling smoke
but I can't quite reach him.
I don't understand.
The marionette tightened
so I guess that means
its strings are puppeteer strings.
Am I then a puppet?
When I look in the mirror
do I get confused by the backwards world
or high with the trippiness
or do I hiccup and move on?
When I fall
do I fall break or
catch myself with my skull,
bring my elbows smashing to the ground
to help regain my balance?
When I fell for
you did I know what
I was getting into?
I can't remember.
It was so long ago,
when the troll under the bridge
still snored in slumber and
the chalk-drawn owl with the heart-shaped face
had lungs free of ash.
I've gone blind with love,
but I could still see the swaying text
when my heart beat fast in waves
BeautifulFrost already covered the leaves of the trees with a thin layer of ice. Winter was setting in and I could feel the wind nipping at me cheeks like an obnoxious little dog. The snow would begin to fall soon, turning the city white and covering the beauty of the fall landscape.Beautiful5 years ago in Teen More Like This
I stroll though the park, my scarf wrapped tightly around my neck and over my mouth. Even with my gloves on, my fingers are slowly turning numb against the cold wind. But my heart, that has already frozen over.
The sun is setting, turning the sky pastel shades of reds and oranges. I can feel my pocket vibrating for the eighth time as my cell goes off again. It's Kay. I don't answer.
I find an icy bench and settle down against its cold surface. My legs ache from being out so long but I refuse to go home. If I went there, she would know where to find me and I can't face her just yet.
I gaze up at the painted sky and sigh, my breath letting out a soft swirl of mist. A wet tear forms in the corner of my eye and I quick
ScarsThe fabric was wispy, delicateScars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I bought it
But like all mortal things it was wounded in action
And now I sit down with needle and thread to repair it
Even in the gentlest hands the needle will leave its scars
And my hands are not the gentlest
They are rough and snag that cloth
They knot the thread
Perhaps if I were Mother-
But my mother sleeps in the cold hard ground
She was a gentle woman
A great mender, both of cloth and humans
She needed no words to see the hurt
Needed only needle and thread to close a fabric's wounds
Perhaps if she was here she could heal without scars
But the scars remain
Giving the cloth character
'We survived' they say
And worn over one of my infamous tank tops,
Perhaps it will be enough to hide my own scars
Etched into skin and soul
Where no gentle hands may touch
Every time I pick up needle and thread
My own scars twinge with the memory
Of when it was a needle digging into flesh
And those hands were not gentle that day
Every time I try t
Inside My HeadI wake up, the image is blurry. Everything's misplaced. There are circles of light diverging through the shutters. Blurry. I grab my glasses, put them on then I look where my clock is. I fix it, it's not in place. It never is. I realize I woke up two minutes late. Frustrated. I need to wake up on time. I'm never on time.Inside My Head4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I go to the bathroom, wash my face three times. After I'm done, I brush my teeth. I spit three times. I go back to my room. Tidy my bed. It's never tidy. It doesn't look even. It never does. I crumble on the floor. Everything's misplaced. I hold my head tightly between my shaky hands as if it would make everything okay.
It's time to go out. I go out, firmly closing the door behind. No, I'll go back. I need to check if I locked the door. It's locked. I walk away. No, I need to go back. I think I've left my straightener on. I open the door, everything looks fine. I go out and close the door. I walk away. I must check if I've closed the door well. Maybe someone will rob t
Zutara Week- Day 2 Change"Maybe you should change," Zuko said, warily eyeing the skin that was exposed.Zutara Week- Day 2 Change4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Katara turned to look in the mirror again. "I don't see anything wrong with it." Her hands adjusted the golden sash and straightened the skirt. Past her she could see Zuko's eyes staring at the neckline of her robe. She felt her lips pull up in a small smile. "I think I'll wear it."
Zuko rose from where he had been spread out on the large bed. He went over to stand behind his lover. "I really think you should change." The Firelord's head dipped down low enough for his lips to lightly caress her neck while his arms wrapped around her waist.
"And why would I do that?" Katara struggled to keep her mind clear. His hands were nimbly untying her sash.
She felt him laugh against her throat. "Because, if you don't, I may not be able to let you go." A shiver ran down her spine. She saw him look up at her in the mirror. "Unless you don't mind being late " He kissed her jaw.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" S