I Am BeautifulI am beautiful.I Am Beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may insult me and call me names,
You can't tear down my walls.
I am beautiful.
I have a name, which I am proud of,
I approve of myself, even if you don't.
I am beautiful.
No matter what you do or say,
I will stand up and stay strong.
I am beautiful.
Words will never hurt me, so call me what you like.
You can be irritated by me, and scream your words.
I am beautiful.
I will not fall down ever again,
You will not change me.
I am beautiful,
And I am staying that way.
Scouting for Love: FinalPart 4: Left on This SideScouting for Love: Final2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Am I dead? I couldn’t be.
I taste something metallic in my mouth; opening my eyes, everything was blurry for a moment. Taking in a deep breath, I was relieved I could do so without coughing like a maniac. It was almost as if I was never sick at all. I looked at my hands; one hand had deep nail marks while the other did not. Was it because I was holding Fem’s hand? I don’t remember. Also, why did I taste blood? I needed someone to explain what was going on. Speaking of Fem, I wondered if she was okay.
Slowly getting up, hoping that I had no weird mystery injuries, I stretched. I was a bit stiff from lying around all day yesterday, not doing a thing. I was so bored. Today, I hoped to do something fun and out of the box perhaps today. First, however, I needed a shower worse than a hobo who never showered. I felt downright disgusting; I was a rat that ran around the sewers all day.
After the shower, I felt refreshed at last. Everything w
PretendTake my hand,Pretend4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My only friend,
Come with me,
Let's play pretend.
Take my hand,
My only guide,
Only trust you,
You never lied.
Take my hand,
Our goodbye note,
Behind the clock,
Take my hand,
My only friend,
We'll run away,
And play pretend.
Carolyn"I've never felt more alone in the world. Sure I have my band mates and friends but I still feel alone, like no one loves me or even cares. The screams of the fans do nothing to make me feel truly loved" I read the page out of the little black diary Andy keep up in his bunk.Carolyn5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THOSE TIMES IN LIFE WE LEARN TO TRY, WITH ONE INTENTION
I hated to see him so upset. He didn't know how many times I laid awake at night listening to his muffled cries from the bunk above. Jinxx, CC, and Jake all tuned him out with ear phones or just didn't pay any mind to it. No one could blame Andy for being UNDER dramatic. Yet, still I knew that these cries weren't for cheap attention they were real.
OF LEARNING HOW AND WHEN WE'LL DIE, BUT WE CAN'T LISTEN
I have those feelings too, homesick. We all do. Sure on tour it's tough you miss your friends and family, and your own bed. But hey, it's the rock star life. I could tell the smile he wore everyday was fake. It only takes one false smile to hide a million tears
Where Did It Go?Where Did It Go?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through a half open window
the whole world can be seen.
A still frame of a timeless day
whose permanent shadows
can only be shifted
by the graceful arc
of Apollo's golden chariot.
Weeks pass in a blink,
months pass in a breath,
but the seasons arrive much slower,
flowing by so perfectly
that one cannot see the difference
in one moment compared to the next.
we can only say that time passes
On Frail Wings 019The wind howled outside the bus' windows. The storm was coming fast, the weather channel said the thunder and lightening wouldn't get here until later today, but the rain was already here. It was coming down in buckets, forcing most of the tents to close early.On Frail Wings 0194 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The fans were still out there though, being blown each and every way. Most their war paint had washed down their faces.
I sprayed the setter on my face, to make sure my war paint stayed for at least the walk over to the stage.
I knew that as soon as I walked out the bus, my body paint would start to wash off, but hey free shower right? I was still upset about this morning, but I was as determined as ever to give these kids a show.
The temperature had gone down about twenty degrees with the rain and wind. Which was always a plus. I like storms, so it's actually kind of exciting. The stage was covered, but with the wind the rain coming down at an angle, it was sort of pointless.
"Biersack, Purdy, Pitts, Coma, Jinxx, let's go" Jon
Scouting for Love: IPart 1: Two in TeufortScouting for Love: I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
As I sat in my chilly room, bored half to death, I wasn’t sure what I was to do. Browsing my nightstand in my new, tiny room located in Teufort, I seen the photo of me with my mother. She was not much taller than me, having straight, blonde hair. Funny; I ended up with brown hair. Still, I looked a lot like her.
“I miss ya.” I kissed the photo lightly, setting it back in the stand. My new life was here, at least, for a while. Stuck here being the only girl wasn’t exactly my plan for a military life on the BLU team. I walked over to my window, staring outside. It was quiet, being that it was getting to be dusk outside. My room was far away from any of the other men’s dorm rooms, but I swore that I had the largest room there. Was it because I was a girl? Couldn’t be. That was just stereotypical!
I slumped down in my bed, staring at the wooden and slightly worn ceiling. I didn’t really know anybody here, but I would like to
WoundedIf my war wounds startle you,Wounded4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's only God
thinking out loud.
Each blunder tells
a story -
a gash where cannons
met their maker
out on glory road,
or a shattered bone
leaving the witnesses
like barren fodder.
There is no joy
only a thin bandage
that seals off humanity
and cuts my flesh
to the core.
So make your words
a quick and shallow grave
for my eyes say
do not disturb
is a deadly animal
I have left broken
in the dark.
The Art of SarcasmQ) Did that hurt?The Art of Sarcasm10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A) No, I was born without nerve endings.
A) Did it hurt when they removed your brain??
A) Yes, but my life is pain...
A) My childhood prepared me for pain.
A) I don't remember, I was too busy screaming.
A) Only for the first hour, then I got so delirious I didn't feel a thing!
A) This conversation is far more painful.
A) You will be.
Q) What time is it?
A) Time you got a watch.
Q) How was school?
A) The police will fill you in.
A) The same living hell as always.
Q) Why did you do it?
A) Because there were no narrow-minded friends like you to stop me.
A) If I'd known I'd have to answer these stupid questions, I might have reconsidered.
Q) What did your parents say?
A) I ate them.
A) Parents? I was raised by dingoes.
A) I was genetically engineered and grown in a beaker. My lab tech thought it was cool, though.
Q) You're one of those freaks, aren't you?
A) It's a lifelong dream
Scouting for Love: IIPart 2: The Good, the Bad, and the Not-So-HandsomeScouting for Love: II2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When Fem asked this question to me, I hesitated to take a drink. I took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. I really didn’t want to tell her, but I really couldn’t lie about it. Engie and Heavy already knew why. I told them last night when she went to bed. But... I wanted so bad to keep this a secret from her. Anybody could know but her.
“Well... I have something to show you.” I got up out of my seat from the couch and walked over to my bed. I sat down, opening my nightstand drawer that was beside it. Inside was what I wanted to show her. Delicately and trying not to cut my skin on the broken and slightly charred glass, I brought the picture out.
“You shot a framed photo?” She got up out of her seat and walked over to me. She plunked down beside me. She observed it, but there wasn’t any identifiable face left. All there was visible was a figure in a blue dress standing outside in front o
Scouting for Love: IIIPart 3: Too Sick in TeufortScouting for Love: III2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sickness was floating around; as I got up, I felt like I was in a nauseated daze. I overheard the medic last night say something about a mysterious bacteria that made its way over to the fort. Was it some kind of biological attack? I wasn’t sure. It had to just be flu season, right?
“Ugh...” I moaned, stepping outside with my towel and set of clothes slung over my shoulder. I felt my head, in which it felt a bit warmer than usual. I was going to go have a shower to see if I would feel better after. I heard some coughing coming from down the hallway; I guess I wasn’t the only sick one.
I finished in the shower, putting the towel in my hair. The only difference I felt was cleanliness, not physical wellness. The nausea didn’t change much and neither did the feverishness. If this didn’t improve later, I was going to have to talk to Medic about this. But then, I started to hear something horrifying down the halls.
Deadpool FactsDeadpool Facts:Deadpool Facts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In Pamplona, Spain, the people may be running from bulls, but the bulls are only chasing them because Deadpool put red dye in all of their shampoos this morning.
Deadpool sleeps on an adamantium bed because titanium was just too soft.
Crop circles are Deadpools way of freaking conspiracy nuts out.
Deadpool is over six feet tall, weighs two hundred twenty pounds, and can tell Wolverine to fuck off while patting the top of his head and rubbing his stomach.
They built the Great Wall of China to tell Deadpool that he wasnt welcome there. He didnt take the hint.
Contrary to popular belief, Deadpool, not the box jellyfish of northern Australia, is the most venomous creature on earth. Within 3 minutes of being bitten, a human being experiences the following symptoms: bloating, constipation, and the strange feeling that they have just been on a late night talk show, and the host just didnt know when to shut up.
If he you ask Deadpool what time it is, he&
PrideYou said that you loved mePride4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But then you just left
So I decided to change
And make you regret
The love that you stole
And my heart which you wrecked
By acting like I
Was never upset
The pain I won't show
The hurt I shall bury
So next time you see me
With a smile not frown
You'll realize you miss
And you'll try to come back
But I'll just walk away
My pride fully intact
.:The Rain:..:The Rain:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
The forgotten angels broken jagged wings,
For their tears are shed,
Spiraling down from the heavens,
Into the depths of the earth,
Clouds of anger rage, and lost hope,
Skew the sky pitifully, and darkly,
Again spiraling down from the heavens,
Darkening the world,
Plunging it in darkness from their sorrow and regret,
Like a child, hands dirtied by harsh fate.
From the angel's of the blackness.
The Harsh Cold Rain,
Comes yet again.
Spiraling back down from the heavens.
MirrorMirror4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You deserve more than this you know."
"I've seen that look a million times. It isn't hard to tell what you're feeling."
"Oh really, what am I feeling then?"
"Worthless. Like you don't deserve anything that's been given to you."
"...You don't know anything about me. Just go away."
"I know you deserve a second chance."
"And how exactly do you know that?! You don't know me or what I've been through!"
"You can tell me."
"I don't even know your name."
"So I don't want to talk about it! I... I just want to get out of here."
"No one deserves to suffer."
"And everyone deserves love."
"You're beautiful you know."
"Has no one ever told you that?"
"Well someone should have. They'd have to be blind not to see it."
"Everyone deserves a second chance."
"But you don't even know my story..."
"I don't need to."
"I could have done something terrible."
"Do you regret it?"
"Have you made amends?"
Haters gonna hate"You're not bi-sexual, you're a whore."Haters gonna hate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Begging for attention, and nothing more."
I've heard all of these things today,
And frankly, I'm pissed, and have this to say:
No poetry, no words of rhyme.
Nothing wasted on you, no more of my time.
La freccia e la lama cap 2Una nuova casaLa freccia e la lama cap 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Il silenzio piombò nella tenda, pesante, quasi soffocante. L'amir era un assassino, e probabilmente lo era anche l'altro uomo. Volevano renderla come loro? Convertirla alla loro religione? Beatrice scosse il capo: «È così strano morire per qualcosa che si crede giusto?». Il tono della sua voce era incerto. Ciò che l'Amir le aveva detto poco prima non era così assurdo: lei stessa andava contro la propria religione partecipando alla guerra. Essere lì in quel momento era la prova della sua poca sottomissione alla fede. L'uomo in bianco tradusse di nuovo le parole del compagno: «Amir dice che è sbagliato morire per ciò che si crede giusto, ma non lo è farlo per ciò che è giusto. Ti crede in grado di entrare nella confraternita, se sei arrivata fin qui viva devi pur avere qualche abilità nel combattimento, o la fortuna deve sorriderti. Ti consiglio di non sprecare quest'occasione». A
La freccia e la lama cap 1HattinLa freccia e la lama cap 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Il sole cocente del deserto arroventava la terra lontana dall'acqua, una terra annegata dal sangue, fiorita nel rosso, e nel bianco della polvere che, portata dal vento, copriva come fine neve i corpi dei soldati cristiani. I cavalieri superstiti erano in fila, uno a fianco all'altro, sottomessi dalla paura e al contempo dal peso delle loro armature e dalla calura. Una fila di volti anonimi e contusi, sporchi e sudati, con vesti di due diverse fogge: bianche e rosse per i templari, nere e bianche per gli ospitalieri. Tre figure scure ed armate percorrevano la fila con una lentezza esasperante, trascinando fuori dalla fila i cavalieri uno ad uno per poi passarli con la spada da parte a parte. Uno dopo l'altro, ogni soldato cadeva. In particolare, sembrava venissero colpiti con maggior violenza coloro che portavano la croce rossa sul petto. Beatrice però non ci faceva minimamente caso. Era impegnata a ripetere la sua cantilena di preghiera, in attesa della fine. Sarebbe morta
Et Tu BruteEt Tu Brute, Fade AwayEt Tu Brute8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You broke my trust, it's gone away
This isn't the time, this isn't the day
There's nothing more I want to say
I'm forgetting you, you start to fade
Forgetting all the promises made
Forgetting you, I pull away
Handing back a bloody blade
There isn't a word I want to say
Your dead to me, you start to fade
I close my eyes and wonder why
After all these years you let me die
I never thought you'd make me cry
Or be the one to spread a lie
There is only one word left to say
Before I close my eyes and turn away
Before I go on my way
"Et Tu Brute?' fade away
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
BLACK ROSEThere is a Black roseBLACK ROSE9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amidst a bunch of colourful flowers
They all bloom together
In a small garden in town
The Black rose empathises others pain
Spends time with the less privileged flowers
Always goes out of its way
To care for the broken ones
Some matured flowers
Cared for the Black rose
But, they have their own selves
To look after.
The Black rose stands alone
When it is hurt
The other flowers are busy
When the Black rose is in need
But, none is left unforgiven
The Black rose continues to help
Though others betray it
The Black rose cares with pleasure!
It still wonders why
It stands alone
To be one of its kind
Even in pain, it feels proud.