Why Edward sucks as a vampireWhy Edward sucks as a vampire6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Poor Bram Stoker is probably rolling in his grave right now. With the creation of Twilight and its notorious gang of vegetarian sparkling vampires, he must so proud. Truly.
If you havent caught on to the sarcasm, let me point something out to you
EDWARD CULLEN IS A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES.
Hes like some new age, hippie, emo wanna-be, vampire. Who is abusive to the girl he loves to boot.
See now the thing is I really REALLY REALLY wanted to like Edward. I mean I really did. He was a vampire. I love vampires. But really there was so much wrong with him (and by wrong I mean NOT wrong) that it was virtually impossible for me to do so.
1. He sparkled.
Im sorry but I really cant get over this. Even the first time I read the book (which I actually enjoyed) I was shock that any creature that needed blood to survive would sparkle. And why did he sparkle anyways? Was there any point to it? Did it serve some sort of predatory purpose that I was u
when you lefti read.when you left7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i read advice columns. lonely in louisiana.
missing you in mississippi.
i read books about dying, and about
sex. i read cereal boxes and old coins
and spent hours making up names
for nail polish.
i slept. i slept in my bed,
in her bed, on basement floors and
in an ex boyfriend's bed. we weren't there
for long - just enough time for me to kiss
him and realize how many terrible mistakes
i have made. i slept through four movies
and i slept next to you on my parent's bed
right after we promised to be just friends.
i ate. i ate subway sandwiches and asian noodles
and mountains and birds. appendages and ampersands
and tiny little rocks. i ate ducklings and sky-holes and
tye dye. i ate my own heart and finally
i learned. i learned not everyone keeps the promises they make,
even when they hold your hand and kiss your forehead.
i learned that you lose more than you win, and that
not even the strongest people have any idea what to do when
they are absolutely alone.
(i bought three
i'm not realwe invented screamers out of passed out lovers and complex therapists who claimi'm not real6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
schizophrenia is simply due to loneliness, and not even fossil fuels can fuel the hatred
i have buried deep within my hollowed out bones and the corners and streets
of my soul
i wish i could build my relationships out of bricks and paste together problems
and urge myself to have some worth in war stricken convulsions of a world so
lost in something so ugly that being jesus is an art and being god is a talent
and i may be an artist yet i am so lost i couldn't even
count down to ten and across the milky way and breathe in and out and i wish
you would thank me for existing or for trying to live or for being me
instead i am broken holy nothings and blood without a pump
and lungs without oxygen and a soul without a purpose
instead i lost my meaning on thirty fifth street and ditched
my independence behind the back door where i was beaten
and slain and ate moths for three square meals a day
parents produce manipu
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.the problem of evil8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell himI am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' appleI wonder if I could save them, my mouth choked against my jeans, his face tucked away in the crevices of my palm, a desert inside.
No, I say, I'm not.
There is an amputee in the dark playing war games. He presses shift and his gun comes out, and he hits ctrl twice to shoot. Two enemies fall with their arms streaming behind them, graphics tearing at pixels, his screen a mi
not healthyi don't feel like writing you a love song anymorenot healthy5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there is nothing wrong with lemons
oh, sugar, sweeten my face my lips my hands
i will be caught red-cheeked
when everyone knows where i have been.
had my finger dipped in the sugar, honey!
licked it slick with saliva so it'd stick.
does this make you uneasy? knowing i have
already conquered what you are seeking
i am sick of beats
i am sick of men talking about women like they're a pretty waste basket for a squirt of cum
i am sick of men fucking women like they're a pretty waste basket for a squirt of cum!
i am sick of men looking at women at all
you fucking dogs! put your dick away! take your
head out from between your legs and fuck a woman like she means something!
i am sick of sex
i am sick of smokes
i am sick of porn
i am sick of my body
i am sick of the SHIT it carries
i am sick knowing that that i will always be sick of SOMETHING
fuck this bitch and tell your mommy
what you did to her how you twisted
titles don't mean a thing"i swear, i fucking swear. i can't do it any longer."titles don't mean a thing6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"er, what do you mean?"
"i can't pretend i have feelings. or i care. or my heart actually pumps blood, or emotions. or whatever organs are meant for. i can't pretend to exist, or to love. i can't do this. i just can't."
"are you a conjumbled boy?"
"i would like to think so, yet not even. i am made of nothings and pretty pictures frames smashed against concrete walls. i like to lick up glass and cut open flower stems."
"would you like people to know you exist?"
"the funny thing is. i don't. never have. never will. empty shallow shells can't have existence, no page in the dictionary. no synonyms in the thesaurus."
"well, what about antonyms?"
"oh yes. there are plenty of those. try adding meaningful and loving. caring, and existence to the list. see how they fair. it is a fucking house full of things with worth. antonyms, those son of bitches, they have made me."
"can words really make a person?"
"ha. that is like asking if pages real
chain link explosionslaugh, just laugh when i crumplechain link explosions6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
up my intestines and
lurch forward on my bed at night,
and engulf myself in self created
oceans and build bridges
from my rib splinters
i'm toothpick emotions, easily
bended and easily broken
and i slide through rain
gutters attached to poison
lain ivy clinging to my window
towards an unholy light
i wound you, like metal strips
through plastered chain link
fences out behind the self
made cemetery i formed next
to hollowed out trees full of
broken tea cups and bird beaks
and small remnants of when i set us
burn, just burn ever so brightly
behind closed doors and up
moldy wallpaper peeling
from the second story and
stick your hand up to grasp
small pieces of corroding
parchment to write goodbye
turn around, count to ten,
yell, oh dear lord, here it
comes, yell, scream, cry.
don't forget to breathe now,
two deaths in one day was
never artwork, even van gogh
would have known
ten nine eight seven six
you look at organs like a game
A bloody fairy tale.I am the princessA bloody fairy tale.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the knight
I must be protected,
I must stay by her side.
I smile and wave.
Lying alone in darknessLying alone in darkness13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying in darkness I bathed -
as naked toes curling coyly
through silky moss-
in breathing waves of sound
of liquid crickets.
Lying there I lay so soft
falling gently onto cushions
of bobbing galaxies -
down-stuffed moons and stars
on a satin sky
that kissed my arms with ointments
of cooling crystal waters
And all the while
the clock did speak to me
of miraculous moments of coincidence -
time threw sighs at me
as it came drifting by
on molten tracks of silent silver.
The universe breathed
and I leapt into its mouth
curled under its tongue
feeling the throb of its pulse,
the life within its veins,
the steam in its gentle breath
and its gushing blood was a miracle.
adrenalineadrenaline12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They used to say that if you held your breath long enough, you'd start to see stars. How easy it is to euphemizicate and forgetialize. Honest, if you hold your breath long enough, you start to see paramedics and then? Then, ambulance lights'll be the closest you'll see to stars.
But hey, they're still pretty.
It's funny, isn't it, the things we do for fun these days. Someone once told me of a game in Japan that schoolgirls were supposed to like more than peach flavored bubblegum and designer shirts with obscure English brand names. As it goes, you hold your head down to slow oxygen flow, and someone punches you in the chest as hard as he can and then? Then, hopefully, your heart stops.
Oh but it's only for three seconds.
You know there were the other extreme times when we did tiring disgustingly wholesome things like math problems.
Not in Advent ChildrenNot in Advent ChildrenNot in Advent Children8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING-Contains minor cursing and some yaoi (aka homosexuality), so if you dont like it, dont read it.
Vincent replied, I come here often. Cloud grinned. Yeah, that Yazoo is a minx, isnt he? I wish was I was tapping that, you dog. But then again, Im more into Kadaj. I like em crazy! But I mean, we just complement each other, you know? Somewhere behind Vincents eyeballs, an error message was flashing. To Vincents horror, Cloud continued. So, Vincent, are you going to give me dirty details, or do I need to drag them outta you? Vincent wondered how much pain it would cause him to claw out his eyes just so that he never had to see Kadaj and Cloud in that mental image again. Viiinceennt! Cloud whined. Im waiting for diiiirrrt. Vincents brain had rebooted by now and was once again fully operational. Cloud, look at my shoes. Cloud obediently did
Fairy Tale: The Gray PrincessFairy Tale: The Gray Princess7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I heard you coming
Down the hall.
Your footsteps fall like rain on the window pane
But it was only the cat,
Only the maid,
Only the ghost.
This castle has tapestries to cover the crags
And smother the wind
As it tries to breathe,
And sometimes it whistles as it breathes
And I think I hear you sighing,
But its never you.
Ive been waiting a very long time at my balcony,
Watching the rain fall wearily
On gray flowers and the occasional bloody poppy.
When are you coming?
Where are you now?
Have you forgotten how to find me?
I wonder as I watch the gray sky leaking more gray,
Weaving the red blooms into my hair.
My finger pricks an enchanted spindle
And I sleep a little.
A thoughtful gift from a kind witch:
A blood blossom to match my red wreath
And the respite of softly lit dreams.
I am woken, but not by you.
The mornings kiss is enough to rouse me from my slumber,
Yet even as I walk, I am never really awake.
The mist of enchantment sleeps in my chest,
30'24'34'The way to a woman's heart is straight through the chest30'24'34'7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and occasionally through the nose or grapevine. Beware!
A women drinks virgin margaritas and thrives on small children
with booming violin voices. A women does not need a lie detector,
only a paperclip, thread and a glare. She is the MacGyver of truth!
Sometimes a woman has an owl face. Sometimes
a woman says "No," but does not mean it. Sometimes
she misplaces her hips or breasts and her hair is a mess.
Women have eyelids and lips, to give birth. This is important.
What else is important? She will give you her heart, carefully
soaked in formaldehyde for exactly twenty-four hours, wrapped
in Saran wrap and vacuum sealed. A woman will give you this
with a gunshot-like motion. She does not belong in the kitchen
or bed, she belongs near the hearth with newspaper-colored
hands. This is important. A woman sometimes turns into a house
cat. When she does, it is important. A woman will dig to China and
grow gills when it gets diffi
My Fav. Quotes and Sayings p1"I don't have an autographed picture of Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris has an autographed picture of me" (This one is of my own creation, if you use it please give me credit. Loren-Scott "Kody" Beach, aka Wrotne)My Fav. Quotes and Sayings p17 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
An Apple a day drives quality away.
I have half a mind to kill you and the other half agreeing.
God made all men and Winchester made them equal.
"Build a man a fire and he'll be warm for the rest of the day,
set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life"
The log is burning bright and so is the city tonight.
Animals have two important places in today's world, to taste good, and to fit well.
If you were trapped in the artic and starving you would kill a baby seal with
a plastic picnic spoon.
Our friendship came and went and that is why your feet are now in wet cement.
Don't stare at the Sun, He doesn't like it.
Another day, another dollar (I hate sweat shops!)
People like you are the reason people like me need meds...
333, only half evil.
When I snap you'll be t
Anime Quotes"You're thinking in Japanese! If you must think, do it in German!" - Asuka Langley Soryu (Evangelion)Anime Quotes10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
"Stop making me repeat myself! Its bad for my health!" - Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)
"Don't tell me he wants to conquer the world? Can't he come up with something more original?" - Lina Inverse (Slayers)
"And what's the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge." - Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop)
"*bursts into tears* I can't talk about it! It's so horrible! They were-- they were-- the milk! Oh God, the milk!" - Ken Hidaka (Wiess Kreuz)
"Survivability takes priority." - Misato Katsuragi (Neon Genesis Evangelion)
"The boy's screams excited me far more than yours." - Tomo (Fushigi Yugi)
"I just love the smell of C4 in the morning" - Ling Ling (3x3 eyes)
"I don't care about no artificial humans!" - Chichi (Dragon Ball Z)
"Listen up numbskull, if Kasumi isn't back by dinnertime, we're gonna have to eat Akane's cooking, and if we do that, man oh man we're gonna wish we were lost at sea! " - R
the shutting of lidsthe shutting of lids10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wore ribbons in my hair
for you today. But I needed to say something more like snow storms
and something louder than the six AM alarm clocks
that pull you back when you've only had a few hours sleep,
but you peel hair from those frown lines
like a sticky toffee cake from its tin. My eyes are just not blue enough
and my dirty pores are tiny peep holes, I drop out
when you look in.
I wore dark jeans and a white vest top today,
but I really wanted to slip under double sheets in pink pajamas
and pull heavy-like-love covers over me
while thousands of people celebrated the birth of somebody
they don't believe in or the start of something
and they drink skin dry
so their veins look more like train tracks
diving deep inside, but yours did not lead to your heart,
they forced me down your knee cap
and I jumped.
I wore a grey hat today
because the ice on the pavement reminds me of slipping
and slipping reminds me of you
and you remind me
of being cold --
so I wore a grey hat instead o
the year of the animaljanuary,the year of the animal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am attempting to hide from
you. i am hibernating in a bed
four times my size. i am imitating
a bear, clawing at you and growling
in my deepest growl.
i stuffed you in a heart
shaped box and buried
you in my garden.
but when i planted
radishes they tasted like
where are your lions and lambs?
i have pigeon toes and
wild oats for hair,
i went to the doctor on
the 10th. i learned that
i had forty two feathers growing
from my shoulder blades.
el cielo es azul,
y te quiero,
my legs are the color of mosquitos,
which is deep blood red and scratches.
potato bugs crawl up my skirt.
my teeth are too big for
my mouth. my appetite is
too big for my stomach.
the doctor says
that the way my
nails have turned
into claws is not normal.
i have a heart murmur
and it feels like a
small rabbit growing in my upper
chest, with its legs kicking in
my spine is rearranging itself,
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
heart-shaped bruisesyou had a gun in your hand and a cig between your teeth. theheart-shaped bruises7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
first time i saw you. you were all wicked smiles and brutal lies.
spotlighted in my eyes. hung up on you. every time you left me.
i was still hung up on you. and you were a monster to me and
the breathing got harder. but every heart-shaped bruise was a
piece you gave me of yourself. i could hide them away. i could
pretend they are fingerprints from your loving fingers.
but how could i
how could i love the pain?
when you love someoneeyes, like oceans,when you love someone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like waves -
in these sands;
afraid to dig,
is mine -
breathe deep.i am letting you go.breathe deep.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not in any grand symbolic gesture
or split second epiphany.
it will be quiet
and i will hold my breath.
you will no longer rule my heart.
or haunt my bones
one swallowi am bound to youone swallow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by sadness and love
between the two.
your face is hollow now,
but what can words do?
the world slips again from my fingertips, and i wish i could cry about it,
but my tears don't exist anymore;
they existed only for you, lived only in the delicate hours of the morning
soaked into the pores of the skin that wraps up your soul
a single heartbeat of yours brought down my sky
in the same way a thunderstorm does,
only with less noise
because there is no soundtrack, no rain on a tin roof
that will tell me more than the warmth of your skin
and the way it feels when its gone
and i will fall at your feet,
fall from this earth
closurebukowski once said that the best often die by their own hand -closure4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, i think you died at the hand of this world,
in all of its cruelty and darkness
i can't help but wonder if you were scared,
if your hands shook when you fell from this world into the next
i'd like to think though, that you were calm in your dark, concrete haven
that you closed your eyes unafraid
i'd like to think that there is a god -
a gentle hand that wrapped itself around your tired body
and that you were truly happy, where ever it is he took you
but for some reason, i think you're a bird
you'd make a beautiful bird.
i hope that my words, when you scribbled them down
in fury, in desperation, in a numb void
gave you at least a bit of comfort -
made you feel, even for a split second,
i will remember you by the mornings we spent together in the sun,
outside the grey lockers, legs outstretched and warm
and the smile you used to give the world when things were,
ribbons around your wristsi watched as his languid eyes lingered gently on the silhouettes of the bare trees in front of us, as the mid-winter night's cold fed upon his skin, a deathly white under the crescent moon. under my hands, his body was horridly lifeless as pain grew from the marrow within his bones, helpless as the tears that ran down his cheeks reflected the light from the flickering streetlamps.ribbons around your wrists6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched as he gave up, kneeled down in front of the anxiety that manifested itself within him and begged for forgiveness for sins he had not committed. i watched as he got lost standing still.
we sat on a metal park bench, the stinging cold numbing our legs and lower backs, in front of a car park, littered with fallen, decaying autumn leaves. as our vision became straighter he began to tell me stories of when he was younger, and how he would tie ribbons around bare trees. when they lost their leaves, he told me, he used to think they were dead, so he would tie ribbons around their branches, just as nurses w