Reach OutYou see me as the person who always has a smile on their face and is always friendly to people. You see me as someone who can handle anything. But can you see my scars?Reach Out3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You never pictured me as someone who could be a target for cruel amusement. You never knew I was alienated like I was from Mars.
You never imagined me as the child who was tormented for reasons no one could comprehend during the supposed best years of my life.
You never watched me in the shadows, always away from everyone, in my little sanctuary. You couldn't see the battle I bravely fought through every day. That I went through tears and strife.
You heard my voice, on that one day. You reached out to me. You felt my heart. My simple dreams. My hope.
You understood I was shy. You never asked why. What was important was that you were the reason that I began to cope.
Like Prince Charming in fairy tales, you showed me a world that was beyond my grey and narrow mind.You took me with you on a magic ride but it never erased t
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
1 percent can solve the world poverty issue1 percent can solve the world poverty issue3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I originally wanted to name this piece "Can the wealthy and the average person solve the world's poverty issue" But of course the title was too long, so .. You got ^^ that After doing the bottom part, a friend said I should name it "Can America alone solve the world's hunger problem, but I did not want to because I think it should be a global issue to address the hunger issue, not just an American problem
Wealthy people of the world
A friend and I were discussing world poverty issues because of something spoken about on television. My friend said that he wondered if the richest people on the earth could solve the world's poverty problem.. which then made me start thinking about this and this is basically my full "thoughts" on it that I wrote out
According to the World Health Organization, 26,000 people die every day of starvation, this includes 19,000 kids and 6,000 adults. A friend and I were discussing this and I wondered, could
Revised Strike Witches TLSlightly revised Strike Witches Timeline.Revised Strike Witches TL3 years ago in Settings More Like This
753 BC: Rome was founded.
550 BC: Achaemenid Empire was founded in Persia.
525 BC: Darius the Great unifies the Orient.
509 BC: The Roman Republic was founded.
500 BC to 449 BC: The Persian Wars with the Greek states.
431 BC to 404 BC: The Peloponesian War occurs.
334 BC: Alexander conducts his Eastern Campaign against Persia.
323 BC: Alexander survives malaria to conduct his campaign against India.
306 BC: Alexander unites the the Middle East and South Asia to his rule. However, he dies shortly thereafter and his heir [who did not survive the civil war] and his generals fight for the control of his empire. The Alexandrine Empire collapsed soon thereafter.
272 BC: unification of the Italian peninsula by Rome.
264 to 241 BC: First Punic War.
218 to 201 BC: the Second Punic War. Rome defeats Carthage in Zama in 202 BC.
168 BC: The Battle of Pydna occurs.
149 BC: The Third Punic War sees Carthage destroyed by Rome.
60 BC: First Triumvirate rules i
The MaskThe Mask3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As I'm grasping this other man's hand
The society circling us goes ka-boom at us
Take out stun guns like this is their land
But to save ourselves
We put on the mask
As I walk around in the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But to hide myself
I put on the mask
As I browse through my social network site
The adults purport shameful messages on my wall
They believe I'm a hero for grotesque sights
But to block myself
I make my profile picture the mask
As the years go by, I rise up stronger
As the time flies, I am set on fire
One can abhor me
But I am sick of the mask
As I walk around the blank halls of school
The kids turn to me and screech at me
'Cause to them, I'm like a devils tool
But the mask is now gone
And I'll let them hammer me down
Because in the end
I will not be a chicken
I desire to be a martyr
For men who want to hold the hands of men
Because that my friend
Is what God calls true love
.:Whiskey Lullaby:..:Whiskey Lullaby:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_______! He keeps doing this! Coming home drunk, and everything. I'm worried. ...______...he keeps staring at his handgun now...I'm afraid that he might do something one of these days...." You listened to Arthur trail off before replying, "Alright, I'll get him." Arthur let out a sigh of relief before thanking you. You ended the call and sighed out loud. '...Oh, Alfred...' you thought as you looked at your phone background. You grabbed a jacket and headed out the door to your _favorite car_.
You walked in the bar and immediately recoiled from the smells. You looked around and immediately saw Alfred's bomber jacket. You headed towards him, avoiding everyone's eyes as you walked to the counter. You heard him talking to the bartender. "Y'know, women are messed up creatures. They reel you in and mess with your heart before spitting it back out. And you know I'm right! Whoo! I'm forever a free man!" Alfred laughed coldly before stopping and glanced over his shoulder. Seeing you, Alf
Anti-bullying poem. Friend and foe.As I go to sit down,Anti-bullying poem. Friend and foe.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
you put your leg out,
I just sigh and frown.
I step over as you begin to laugh,
I just place my head on the table,
hoping this day will end fast.
Lesson is over and it's time for lunch,
As I go outside,
I see you again.
I force out a smile,
only to pretend.
You and your friends calling me names.
Throwing your lunch at me,
Snickering that laugh you can't tame
"Fuck sake, I'm fed up with these games."
It's time for another lesson,
The lesson I have to sit next to you.
I've already asked the teacher if I could move,
She just says, "sit down."...
She doesn't have a clue.
Through that whole hour,
I ignore, I ignore, I ignore.
While you laugh at me, more, more and more.
As I leave to go home,
I see you down the alley,
Smoking with your friends,
We are only 14...
I wonder why they wanted to ruin their childhood.
But it wasn't anything of my concern.
I walk away but you grab my arm,
You laugh a little and put your fag butt out on me.
I begin to cry,
Man, did I know that wa
Imperfection PaintImperfection Paint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crying on the bathroom floor.
Scenes from fights flash before my eyes.
Screaming and shouting,
Threats said as angry promises.
A box sitting next to me,
The contents laid neatly on the bathroom floor.
An elastic bandage,
Pure white, soft gauze, folded.
Black and silver sewing scissors,
A knife disguised as a key, shimmering on a chain.
A small, thin razor blade, extracted from a disposable razor.
A small clear bottle with a spray nozzle attached, filled with hydrogen Peroxide.
My eyes flicker over each tool.
I reach out and gently grasp the razor blade.
I look over the details of the small tool,
The holes carefully drilled, the perfectly smooth and even edges.
Holding out my arm, I make random marks on my canvas.
My razor blade my brush,
My blood my paint,
My arm my canvas.
I force a perfect tool to paint marks of imperfection.
I am imperfection,
Making imperfection paint.
Summer Rayne - Shoujo-AiSummer Rayne - Shoujo-Ai6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Rayne what are you doing!!! With a slap more violent than she intended Ishizu pushed the blue-haired girl away and stood forwards from the door, mouth and eyes wide with shock. Rayne crumpled to the floor, staring up at her with a hand pressed against her reddening cheek. Ishizu Her voice was quiet with shock. I have to.. no-matter how much hurt I must endure. Slowly Rayne stood up and walked forwards again, pressing herself closer to the other girl. No! Stop.. this is wron. Ishizus eyes opened wide again as Rayne pressed her lips forwards once more, the soft pink oval connecting with her own in a deep, meaningful kiss. Try as she might, she found that this time she couldnt move, couldnt push the girl away from her again. She was rapidly being overtaken with foreign sensations that she feared to place and felt she would never dare admit to. Simultaneously with and against her o
I'm DoneIf the price of happiness,I'm Done3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll take it,
And call it a bargain.
Here but InvisibleInvisibleHere but Invisible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.
I'm coming outThis is important,I'm coming out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this is real.
I don't know how to accept,
these things that I feel.
I never gave it thought,
but soon I had realized,
that I was caught.
I liked that cute boy next door,
but then there was that gentle girl.
'Will you still accept me?'
This is no longer a matter of just a he,
but as well as a she.
I wanted to be loved and
But I soon realized, to be happy,
I'll have to break my morals.
The way I felt inside,
made me comfortable and happy.
'Please don't hate me.'
'Don't go away.'
I thought it was a lost cause,
the way she would take my breath away.
I like his protective embrace,
but her soft gentle hands too.
His glistening eyes drew me in,
but her warm smile made me grin.
I prefer to seeing girls,
but guys are also good.
It's so hard to choose,
I really can't decide!
Please don't hate me, or say it's a sin.
I'm still normal,
as all my other kin.
'If God didn't love us, then why?
Why would he make us have this attraction,
if he doesn't want it?'
Let this Pain EndThis painLet this Pain End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the unknown feelings
Its killing me inside
eating at me
making me feel guilty
this pain that can never be described
All this hurt
all the emotions
facing them nearly alone
why must these feelings come back?
All this hatred
this hell life I lived
all the crying
all the hurt
Why do I feel this way
Why do I want to be here
Why must I live
a hateful life
easing the pain
to face these problems
Maybe I should be gone
maybe I should slice my skin
or even overdose
on these pills
Why should I live
let this suicide begin
Maybe just maybe
I will be someplace better....
To all bulliesYou see that girl over there?To all bullies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All her family are dead and her friends washed away
You don't know the whole story so what do you say
but, "I bet no-one cared when you went away."
"It was a joke, an accident, a misunderstanding!" You protest
But with every joke she gets closer to the edge
You don't know the whole story, it wasn't your fault
But that insult hurt and it wasn't a joke.
To all bullies, you know who you are,
To all bullies, those who are near and far
What could possibly go through your head
When you hurt and insult 'till they wish they were dead?
Impossibilities?Have you ever tried breathingImpossibilities?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a ten ton weight?
Have you ever tried screaming
when you're as mute as the moon?
Have you ever tried crying
when tears are all used and gone?
Have you ever tried running
when your feet are nailed to the floor?
But have you ever
in all your life
Crack in the EyeCrack in the Eye3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A crack in the eye,
did to me never lie,
maybe I did not see,
that it belonged to me.
I Love HerYou say this is wrong,I Love Her3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the work of the devil,
I never knew love,
could cost me forever.
It's not my fault,
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask to get caught,
caught up in her kiss.
It's not just a faze,
I've always felt this,
the need not for a prince,
but for a princess.
But you say it's impossible,
for me to feel this way,
I have to fight it, I have to battle.
But why is it that you; mom and dad,
your love is seen as pure,
but as for mine, it's seen as a sin,
just because it's with a girl.
You always taught me not to judge,
so why are you being so judgmental,
you sin too, you have your faults,
so why am I the one on trial?
God wont leave me because I love,
He knows it's not my fault,
so mom and dad do as you wish,
I'll love her if I want.
Why mother?Mother, why is it that the world is like this?Why mother?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent most of my life asking myself questions that I cannot answer.
Why is that?
Why is it that humans were given the privilege to be the world's primary race?
What about animals and other creatures?
They could have easily reigned over us.
Mother, why do we fight?
Why are we so jealous of what others possess?
Why do we wish everything were ours?
Mother, why do we live?
What is our purpose in life? Why is it that life became all about prosperity and not about reproduction?
Who even said that life was about reproduction?
Mother, why is it that this world has to be so unfair?
Why do others have priority over privileges because they're of different sexes?
Why do we have to be thrown away like useless bags of trash?
Mother, why is it that we must make others suffer so much just to live?
Why do we ruthlessly throw away other beings lives for our own personal and selfish reasons?
What gives us the right to do so? I'm sure if we were them, we
The End.The End.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't end this because I said I need some time alone.
Don't end this because I didn't kiss you goodbye.
Don't end this because I don't believe you.
End this because I'm gay
And I'm coming out to you.
A Thing For Blue EyesHe's got a thing for blue eyes,A Thing For Blue Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he's got a devilish smile.
Trust me on this one, love,
he's been bad for a while.
I thought it was great,
I thought he was sweet,
but after a while,
it feels incomplete.
You're eyes start to burn,
with a flame of desire,
as he sits with another,
and you're alone by the fire.
He'll tear out your heart, friend,
and crush it to powder,
His mouth whispers lies,
but his eyes shout them louder.
Let Me Get This Straight...So, let me get this straight...Let Me Get This Straight...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Everyone is beautiful"
"Don't let anyone tell you who to be"
"F--- the haters"
"Follow your heart"
"Don't pretend to be someone you aren't"
"No one is just like you"
"Only you can be you"
"You're a one-of-a-kind"
Yet, its okay to talk about him behind his back,
Or insult him to his face,
Maybe give him dirty looks;
Cuss him out.
You can call him names,
KristaKrista:Krista2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the corners
As dew drops and glitter
Sparkle towards the color.
Like the spring turns to summer
With a rose on each cheek.
Like a pixie she flitters
Back and forth
Having a never-fading smile
Etched on her face.
Small gifts of kindness
As true to the heart,
Always last the longest:
Always feel the best.
UnsolidUnsolid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I'm at my weakest
I still lend you my strength
Even when my eyes are their darkest
I still look out for you the best way I can
I'm not the hero of the day
I just know what's right
I'm not some selfless saint
Someone has to bear the light
I don't expect any praise
All my deeds are of the same kind
I need not your thanks
No relief can fill this void in my life
No rest for the wicked / No love for the abandoned
No hope for the innocent / No pain for the departed
I'll give you my all / I'll rise while I fall
I'll answer your call / I'll serve until there's no pulse
I'm not looking for acknowledgment
Remember not my face
I don't consider labels an accomplishment
Forget to speak of my name
I will leave none a victim of relinquishment
You will not witness that pain
I'm merely here to cure the inhumane infections
For we are all one in the same
Even when all seems hopeless
I will come to turn the tides
Even when I'm left powerless
I will always be
ENOUGHWith weary pace I labour the pathENOUGH3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each tortured step an aftermath;
Is it an aftermath when it just keeps going?
Life rushes on whilst I keep slowing.
Many rush on, as if on fire,
Thrusting me into life's bleak mire,
As if hurting me will bring some gain,
Winning out over trampled pain.
I feel a fraud as I wear my face,
An automaton in the human race;
Showing little, day to day
As more and more I slip away.
All around me seems unreal;
How do I act? How do I feel?
There is nowhere here I truly belong
And death calls to me; a Siren's Song.