LGBT Opinion, Theory of Knowledge Style"I Support Gay Marriage, or as I like to call it, marriage. Because I parked my car today-I didn't gay-park it." This quote, even though I cannot remember who it's by, is one of my favorite quotes. It highlights exactly how I feel about gay marriage, and the subject of homosexuality in general. When I went to see the One-Acts, The Laramie Project stood out to me because it reminded me how homophobic our world is. There are people in the world-in CCDS-who think that being gay is a separate lifestyle, a sinful choice, or a disease. This appalls me and angers me to a point where I tear up. Why am I so passionate about this? Why do I push so hard for the acceptance of homosexuality and LGBT? It's because I am LGBT. I am bisexual, and because I am, I have several things I know about the subject of homosexuality, and why there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.LGBT Opinion, Theory of Knowledge Style3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
First of all, last time I checked, I am currently living a life that is just like my 100% percent straight peers-only I happen to
BeautyThe word beauty has been lost through the ages. It should be perceived with respect and admiration but instead it is used without thought of its true meaning and worth. Beauty is raindrops on a flower in the early morning sun. Beauty is a grey sky parting to let in the light. Beauty is a robin in a rosebush. Beauty is lights of every colour. Beauty is the ocean in the sunlight. Beauty is a bubbling brook in a forest. Beauty is an old book being read. Beauty is ever lasting. And so, I give you a meaning for a word as old as time.Beauty4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Beauty is a word that speaks not of something perfect, but of something incredibly attractive and flawed. But its flaws are a part of its attraction. It is something that conveys pureness without being perfect.
Remember: Beauty is NOT perfection. Don't think otherwise.
The Strictest of Gardens"You disobeyed one rule?The Strictest of Gardens4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis
death by apathy.of all the weaponsdeath by apathy.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in your arsenal, silence
is your sharpest sword
Bloodied HeartsI looked around at the world with disgust, day in and day out. Everyone describes the world in blues or greens.Bloodied Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I describe it in red. Blood red. Not bright, or faded. Only dark, sickening red.
Most people know the expression 'blood on your hands'. Well, for me it's more than an expression. It's life.
I can really see it. Every person, every being that I've ever seen has some. Yes, even I have some.
The worst part is that it doesn't go away. I've tried washing it off, even covering it with the real thing. But no, it's still there and it won't wash away.
It's an odd thing when I walk down the street. Everywhere I look, it's on every person.
Some people only have it on their hands. Some people have it on their feet, and occasionally on their clothes. That's how bad it is.
Their's no way to escape it, but that doesn't mean I don't try to. I don't let people touch me, and rarely do I let them get near me at all.
It's a lonely life, but it's easier than being near someone that you can see wh
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.Insomnia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
SocietyHello I am societySociety2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And let me tell you a little of how life's going to be
I will change you
And completely rearrange you
I'll tell you what you can & can't do
I'll ridicule your every move
And you can chose not to listen
But I guarantee
I will take away everything you are
And destroy everything you ever wanted to be
I Don't Even...Pewdie Parody From JB''Broman''I Don't Even...Pewdie Parody From JB''Broman''3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am your Stephano, I'd never let you go
I can guide you places were the Bro won't touch you
Baby, take a lantern or you're very very screwed
I got sword in my hands that I'd really like to swing
Bro, bro, bro, on you
Chillin' by the fire while I'm waiting for you
I don't know about me but I know about you
Pewdie I waited for you, where did you go!?
I'd like to be everything you want
Hey bro, let me help to you
I am your Stephano, always guiding you
Keep you on my arm bro, you'd never be lost
I can be your broman, anything you want
I am your Stephano, I'm always guiding you, I'm always guiding you
Tell me where to go yeah tell me what to do
I could be your G.P.S, and lead you to a room
I would give you brofist yeah, you already know
Imma golden statue like you never seen before
Broman, broman, you could be my broman
You could be my broman until the g-g-game ends
Help you fight a barrel and statues and
Voice goin frenchy on this hoo
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
:InsertTitleHere:This world is slowly bending, shifting, it won't be long now. Pretty soon the mind will stray and it will finally snap and break apart into a thousand glittery diamond-shaped pieces. Then we will see who really created the world, and the game will start over again. What game you ask? The game of life. No, it's not some mamsy-pamsy board game where you drive a little car around and collect money and children and shit, I'm talking about the game that repeats over and over and over again, a little different each time, but always the same few characters every time. This game is not fun. This is the fame controlled by some mystical being that no one has ever seen. A being that loves seeing us tortured beyond imagination by out own minds and hearts. What is wrong? What is right? There is no wrong and right. There is only amusement for hum and torture for us.:InsertTitleHere:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's A Beautiful DayIt's a beautiful dayIt's A Beautiful Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I want it to rain.
I'm healthy in every way
But why do I feel pain?
I have every reason to shine
But I hide behind the black.
I'd like to see you too
But I just can't glance back.
Today is warm and cozy
So why am I walking on thorns?
I recognize that I am alive
So why do I feel unborn?
I understand my many talents
But I feel like they're no good.
I could sing and write and draw
But nothing is ever understood.
There are so many things to cherish
But why do I just want to throw away?
There are lots of things to do here
But why don't I want to stay?
I have every reason to feel whole
But instead I'm miserable inside.
I have every reason to greet the world
But instead all I do is stay and hide.
I want to find a reason to laugh
Because all I want to do is scream.
I want to find an entry for joy
Because I wish these tears were a dream.
I've been told I am very beautiful
But why do only I think differently?
I know I can make a beautiful smile
But why can't I make one c
Mother NatureIt was as She intendedMother Nature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He described it that way
Centuries would pass and
Maybe its beauty would
Be dismissed as some
Relic of the past
We built a statue
In Her honor
And he described Her
As a cold winter's day
Snowflakes that fall innocently
Towards the earth
A unique beauty
Captured in the cold
Harshness of winter
Such is the harshness of Her statue
Giving in, to the fury
Of Father Time
She was so Beautiful
Yet she was so Harsh
"Alas, this is the nature of
Mother Nature" he told me.
Such is the beauty of Mother Nature.
Breathlessness Marriage was one of those things that you dream about since you're five years old. Every time you would lie in your little twin bed and stare at the light colored ceiling at night you'd get butterflies in your stomach and you'd end up squeaking and making noises similar to that of a baby kitten. You'd play dress up and demand all the little boys to be your husband and they'd all run away and go play cops and robbers instead. When you were a teenager and you would lie in your full bed and stare out the window at night you would get those little twinges in your chest just thinking about this person or that person. You would wonder if they were looking at that same little reddish star right above the chimney of your neighbor's house and if they were thinking of you. And when you were a young student lying in your unfamiliar bed and staring at the posters on your dorm's wallsBreathlessness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Devil's ConscienceThe Devil's Conscience2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I swung the door open and stepped into the bank. As I walked over to the queue my heart jumped into my mouth, this was the moment I had been building to for the last month and I could feel my pulse hammering around my body like a jackhammer. The queue was lengthy and I knew my bosses were proud of the haul they had managed, though the time it allowed me to contemplate terrified me.
Knowing I at least owed these people an acknowledgement I glanced around at the many faces surrounding me. My heart sunk when I saw families with small children, elderly couples and teen lovers, though I knew targeting emotion was the plan all along I guess I had forced myself to push all feelings of empathy from my body. I watched as a young mother crouched down and began stroking her child’s hair; he couldn’t be over the age of five. I desperately tried to conceal the emotion from my face but a lone tear began to roll down my cheek.
I was now nearing the end of the queue and with it everything
. B U L L Y I N G .. B U L L Y I N G .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look into my eyes,
clouded with tears,
look at my chest,
it feels heavy,
look at my smile,
where it use to be,
look at my skin,
pale as ice,
Look into my eyes,
filled with life,
look at my chest,
it isn't heavy,
look at my smile,
look at my skin,
a shade everyone sees,
Its how I want to be,
life like no other,
how are they the same,
a upside down world,
A mask on everyone,
their eyes dark,
their heart unvisible,
and what smile on there face,
there skin untouchable,
I don't want to be like others,
so I'm looked at,
a pain hard to feel,
time goes by fast,
my feet glued down,
a hand reaches out,
yet is ignored,
I want to be acknowladged,
is it supose to be hard,
yet its simple for others,
Bullying is hard,
hard to tackle,
hard to ignore,
hard to face,
hard to live up to life,
are you the bullied,
or the bully,
When Talking To DragonsWhen in the presence of a dragon...When Talking To Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening to dragons...
You must behave.
Allow them their prudence and wisdom,
for dragons are the perfect beings.
And they know all.
Why do you wish, oh young one, to consult the dragons?
Is it because your lost is a world without paths?
A world so dark and without any maps?
Does the life you live serve you no happiness?
Is it your own kind to blame?
The ones w
Rescuing PewDieRescuing PewDie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Run faster I thought to myself as my feet flew over the stones at a rapid pace.
I felt my surprisingly light weight golden body glide across the floors, searching frantically for the source of that scream.
I wasn't familiar with where I was, I just knew I was now human... and PewDie was screaming.
A scream There it was again.
I ran clumsily across the floors running into walls and unfamiliar corridors.
Where is he? I mused.
"PewDie!" I yelled out.
My feet flew like soaring birds, sharply turning at each corner as I began to get familiar with my surroundings again. I slowly began to remember all the current events that have happened to me since I awoke and found myself to be human and the past couple of minutes replayed over in my head.
I awoke and found myself in a room that was drenched with darkness. The roof, the walls, the floors, everywhere it was submerged in total darkness.
I knew my eyes were open, but they met the sam