letters to you...letters to you...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I can see the look of devastation
That will be on your face if you ever read what they say
The look of hopelessness and despair.
The longing for me to come back
But you have lost your chance
I will never come back
You broke my heart
You tried to rekindle something you broke
My heart has turned to steel.
Torn out of my chest...
These letters I write tell you that I still love you
But rather than give them to you and free you from misery,
I read them once again
And then burn the evidence
Make it as if it was never there
I will not let you to know how I feel
That I want us to be together
But I can not forget what you did to me...
Would you even take it back?
You will be trapped forever
With the knowledge that you were the cause of my death
You will never know that I forgave you.
But did not want to let it go.
I will take my own life
Because you stole my heart
And tore it to shreds...
You made me cry...
I Hate MeHate is a wordI Hate Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reserved for dire circumstances.
You say you hate this,
You say you hate that;
You say it without reserve.
Hate and malice
Drip from your every pore,
Sticking to those who love you.
I cannot hate you,
I can only love you.
But how can I love
That thrusts word-shaped
Daggers into its victims?
I love, because
My hate is greater than yours,
My hate is different than yours.
I hate how I walk,
How I talk,
How I breathe,
How I live,
How I love.
I hate me.
pears and nearspears and nears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
Bruises BloomYou're hurting me with every word,Bruises Bloom4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I don't have anywhere to turn
Each time you speak, another bruise blooms
And in this drunken state, every shadow looms
I'm surrounded by monsters, they lurk out of sight
And I go through each day, knowing at night
We'll play cat and mouse, away I'll run
They'll chase my silhouette, racing the rising sun...
And when morning comes, and they hide once more
I'll just be that girl, crouched on the floor
I'm listening to your voice, why didn't anyone hear
You screamed for hours last night, as I ran away in fear
And all they see is someone who cares
You're hurting me in ways I can't bear
And I know I'm saying something, completely taboo
But Daddy, just know, I'll always love you...
Hidden behind a maskHidden behind a mask3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hidden behind a mask
She tucks a stain of hair behind her ear, and look's at the mirror, and gives a small smile, and then frowns a bit, and an sigh, she lightly picks up the black masked, and placed it on, and looked up at the mirror again.
Ready? Came into her mind. She got up from her seat, and bushed her dress down a bit. She picked on a folded fan, and walked out of the powder room, and down a long hallway, with, portraits on either side of the wall of young woman, and men. All were dressed in dresses or suits, and wearing a masked, like one she worn tonight, an black masked decorated with white, swirls that just covered her eyes. At the end of the hall, French style doors stood tall, above her, she slowly went to open the door, when it flew open, startled she took a few steps back. She let out a nerves sigh, as she saw a young man step out of the door, he bowed, and smiled. And then walked down the hall. She turned to watch him leave, and then make
What I'd lose for youI'd fight off the world for you,What I'd lose for you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Throw you behind my back,
Shield you from the untrue,
Provide emotional strength you tend to lack.
I give you my shoulder to cry on,
Protect you from the insane,
Laughing together on the lawn,
Soaking in the rain.
If I were given the chance,
I'd lay down my life for yours,
Watching your green eyes dance,
Reflecting a flooded sea's shore.
Nothing would make me smile,
On the off chance we hadn't met,
That thought I truly revile,
And our parting I won't let.
Your voice makes my heart light,
And so much humor we make,
This is why our bond's so tight,
This friendship can't be fake.
Bomb after bomb I'd endure,
Say if we were caught in war,
Your safety I'd have to ensure,
Even if I were to live no more.
If any guy considers getting rude,
Or says something not right,
Oh, you'd better be ready, dude!
I'm geared up for this fight!
So I want you to know,
We are together forever
And this poem can't show,
Exactly what I would endeavor.
I knowWhen i look at you, i see so much more than anyone else.I know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see more than how you look, or how you dress.
What i see is something so much more special than just a friend.
I see someone i love.
I don't know how i can explain it, or even if i want to.
I don't know what it is, or why it does these things to me.
All i know is what i see when i look at you.
I see someone i love.
When i take your hands in my own, all i want to do is keep you for myself, far away from the world.
I want to shield you from the hurt and pain out there, and keep you in the warmth of my arms forever.
I know why it is that i feel this.
I love you
I'm Just That Kid 1I don't even know.I'm Just That Kid 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Great way to start isn't it?
Yeah, I thought so as well.
Oh my dear heavenly Father, I don't know.
So, let's begin.
My name is Loren. I'm of the male gender. I'm sixteen. I'm pansexual.
Pansexual, for all of you homophobic straights, means that I like whatever grabs my goat, tickles my fanny, flies my kite, blah blah blah, I'm sure you have your own way of saying it. It does not mean I'm putting on some freaky romantic moves with Mommy's dinnerware, thank you Evan.
By the way Evan, your face reminds me of my fathers soiled underwear, and you should definitely go screw a tree.
Anyway, I've been this way since...well, there was never a day that I chose. I get asked that stupid question so very often, and so I'm going to share the answer with all of you.
So here goes.
"Lorrreennnnnn," drones some random kid.
"Yes?" I answer, fully polite and patient.
"Like, duuuuuude, when did you choose to be like, gay?"
Go on and insert
I'm Popular, now What?A lot of people in deviantArt want to be popular, but when they achieve their aim they discover that the fame brings with itself some consequences and responsibilities that they don't like. How can you know these consequences and what do you have to do with them?I'm Popular, now What?3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Well, I'll gladly answer these questions with a few examples:
-Trolls: They are people who looks for attention annoying the others. When they see that someone is popular, they like to attack him/her so this person reacts negatively. Generally trolls are neglected people, they are looking for attention, so you shouldn't give it to them.
If you encounter a troll, you must disregard him/her like if you've never read what he/she had written, besides you should block him/her so that he/she won't write to you again, but you shouldn't talk about him/her in public nor showing the littlest interest.
-Thieves: They are people who feel attracted for the images' beauty and think they have the right to take them to do whateve
GAY PRIDE**>GAY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!!GAY PRIDE6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
**>If homosexuality is a sin against Nature,
Then heterosexuality is a crime against Humanity.
**>Support gay marriage.
**>If homosexuality is a sin, then so is love itself. (Lonewolfess)
**>If gays were allowed to marry, the government would benefit a lot more. More money for them......
**>The bible does not say that homosexuality itself is a sin. What it says is that homosexual prostitution is a sin.
**>Back in the B.C. (hehe), Greeks supported homosexuality. Actually, it was considered not only normal, but almost required for a man to have a same-sex partner. Usually it was a boy of 15 to about 22 in a relationship with a man 23 or older. These were completely normal and looked upon as usual routine.
**> There have been many writings of royal kings, queens and others have homosexual relationships along with heterosexual relationships and being entirely accepted for it.
**>Until 324 A.D., homosexual marriages were common in Roman life until emperor Constin
MUSLIMS Condemning TERRORISM - 2001Scholars and Leaders of Islamic Movements Condemn 9/11 AttacksMUSLIMS Condemning TERRORISM - 20011 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The American Muslim Political Coordination Council (AMPCC):
American Muslims utterly condemn what are apparently vicious and cowardly acts of terrorism against innocent civilians. We join with all Americans in calling for the swift apprehension and punishment of the perpetrators. No political cause could ever be assisted by such immoral acts.
September 11, 2001, Washington D.C.
The American Muslim Alliance (AMA) Condemns Terrorist Attack:
Dr. Agha Saeed, the National Chair of the American Muslim Alliance: “These attacks are against both divine and human laws and we condemn them in the strongest terms. The Muslim Americans join the nation in calling for swift apprehension and stiff punishment of the perpetrators, and offer our sympathies to the victims and their families.
September 11, 2001, Newark, California
AMC Deplores the Attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentag
Tribute to Brian JacquesI-Am That IsTribute to Brian Jacques3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your role was mighty indeed.
Your heroes were courageous
Your villains were evil.
Good always defeated evil,
Even if there was a cost.
I-Am That Is
You had many roles,
Badger Lord, Friendly Thief,
And many more Heroes.
I-Am That Is
You were also quite evil.
You were a Warlord,
And other Villains.
I-Am That Is
May you travel,
With those who
Are your friends,
Maril, Dann, Sam,
And everyone else.
I-Am That Is
Redwall won't be the same
Without you adding to the adventures
Of Friend and Foe.
Salmandstron will be lonely.
The Riddles lose their fun.
The songs, their meaning.
I-Am That Is
You will be missed,
By those who travel
That wonderful world
Known as Mossflower.
Dedicated to Brian Jacques
June 15, 1939- February 5, 2011
I have been...I have been...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
...kicked down, torn to shreds, and still I stand.
I have been called names, made fun of, and laughed at. And still I stand.
I have now come to an understanding of my mortality.
Those who dare, to question my being, will fall short.
They will not get a response from me.
They know NOTHING of me! So why even care about their opinion(s)?
You can stand there and stare at me...
You can sit there and judge me...
You can even lay down and study me...
but you WILL NOT know me!
and you sure as heck will not under stand me!!
'Cause I have been...
All Because Of MeAll Because Of Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'd been waiting forever for you just to see
How truly wonderful I could be
And I've been dying inside since the day you left me
All because of my stupid lying
Now I know this was all because of me.
Surgery.Disect me,Surgery.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my insides out.
Break my heart in two,
Leave me alone for a few.
Hear my breath shake,
Feel my heart break.
See the tears,
Slide down betrayed.
Run your finger,
Along the inside of my skin.
Stick a teddy bear,
In my stomach.
Replace my brain,
With a jar of jellybeans.
Put ropes around my wrist,
A battery in my mist,
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
The Wizard's HeartHis heart broke a little everyday.The Wizard's Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She would come everyday, bringing him coffee just after 10 AM; she would stand and fuss over him ("Really, you need to get more sleep. How are you even awake now?"); she would sit and chat with him; she would bring him food she herself had grown and cooked, and together they would lunch on it in his home-- maybe even out in Flute Fields if he was up for it. He would tell her quietly, "You're funny... You come here so often." But he would smile and add, "But I like talking to you," and sip his drink. And she would smile that smile that made his heart skip a beat.
And yet everyday she broke his heart a little more.
She would come and ask him to look in his crystal ball. She wanted to know about him. And each time, he would swallow his words and read her fortune, watching the joy dance over her face. The joy he would never give her.
He watched in silence every time the two of them were out in town together, and the connection they seemed to have.
con espressionecon espressione.con espressione4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were the only one who could play my ribcage like a pianist in concert. Your fingers found their home in the spaces between my ribs [fifth, sixth, seventh], and nestled against the soft curve of my violin-waist.
We should take it adagio, you said as we got lost in a tangle of freckled limbs that had seen too much August sunlight. OK, I breathed back, but of course we ignored that once the stars exploded above our heads.
Two quavers of a crotchet (it was never two halves of a whole), we descended into bass clef and danced the line that was the F below middle C. Your fingers were mezzo piano on my skin as you led me towards that imperfect cadence.
We were more beautiful together than apart.
What They Should Have DoneIf Hansel and Gretel had run for it when they had a chance in the woods...What They Should Have Done4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If Rapunzel had made a rope from her hair before the prince came...
If Briar Rose had just gone out and punched the Evil Fairy...
If Cinderella had run away from her evil stepmother...
If Snow White had listened to the dwarves...
There would be a lot less stupid girls waiting for their prince to come, and do some things for themselves!
My dreamAnd she breathed.My dream4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She walked like she had no doubts.
Her eyes were closed.
She lingered before the crowd.
And there was silence.
They stopped like they'd seen no other.
A united tranquil meet.
It was so beautiful.
And he couldn't move fast enough.
She was going to die and for no reason.
It was like he had grown wings.
She was in his sight.
And the officer stepped forward.
The time had come.
History was going to be made.
The first woman was going to be hung.
And he ran.
The crime was not her doing.
She loved him so much.
She was taking the fall.
And she bowed.
Silent prayers escaped her lips.
She heard him coming.
She felt him too.
And the officer sighed.
He slipped the noose over her head.
She was fragile to him.
He tightened it slowly.
And the crowd gasped.
Such a public display.
Nobody seemed at ease with this.
There was not a dry eye.
And he climbed.
The hanging station was held high.
A few heads turned.
A few fingers pointed.
And the brother yelled.
He had killed the womans father.
Feraligatr soft vore"So we'd better get over to that beach violation" Sighs you partner "Yeah I guess" You reply "Ugh I coulda made something of my life you know become a Pokémon breeder or a researcher, but no I'm a life guard". "Hey quit complaining" Says your partner cheerfully "at least not in a Poke-mart or something most people would kill for a job on the beach, anyway what's with this violation again?" "Oh" you reply "some girls letting her Feraligatr sun-bath near the south pier and its making tourists feel a bit uneasy so we're being sent over to check it out"Feraligatr soft vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That seems a bit harsh" chuckles your partner "Yeah I know, but If we want to be promoted to jet-ski patrol, we need to handle as many cases as we can" You explain. You both approach a young girl lying on a rug on the golden sand and sure enough next to her is an unusually large Feraligatr asleep in the sand. "Er Ma-am" Says you partner sternly "I'm afraid you're going to have to return that Pokémon to its ball". "Why?" Complains
Its honor.Its honor.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"And he died, for his freedom?'
"No honey, he died for your freedom!'
The words had shaken me since that day.
I'd been but a child then,
But now I was an adult.
Though the shock of this day-
- continued to rock me.
I'd seen many families.
Asked them how it felt-
-to lose someone in a war.
All their answers were roughly the same,
It hurt worse than anything else.
But they wouldn't change it,
Each person confused me.
Why, why wouldn't they change things?
Didn't they want their child,
their brother, their father,
their uncle, their nephew back?
And not until this day did I understand.
A man dressed in uniform stepped-
out of his car, his army hat making him look just as tall.
Taken by his pose of honor I walked over.
'Sir, why do you do what you?"
His clear green eyes glistened with pride,
His smile lifting his cracked lips.
"I do it for my country, my fellow men.
I do it for the people of the US.
I do it for you, your freedom and safety."
I was taken back by his reply.