CoppertoneThere I was, a gangly legged teen who had all sorts of notions on what real beauty was. Sprawled on the vinyl folding chairs out on the lawn, I would stretch my pale legs out like white sprouts on a potato, slathering them with Coppertone.Coppertone10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I wanted so badly to be tan. California-Coppertone-Beach-Bunny-Brown. The kind of tan where you could slip a watch off your wrist and see it's outline in contrast. All the popular girls at school could do that. I would see them at lunch, comparing 'white lines'. My whole body was a white line, thanks to the endless parade of very pale ancestors who looked on from old pictures with somber, chalky expressions. In class photographs, nobody had to ask where I was placed. They would just follow the glow of my face, reflecting the photographer's flash.
I was a persistant little cuss. Spreading a blanket out by the lake shore, I immediately started basting myself like a turkey, while my best friend would sprawl in the sun without even worrying. She could gr
Gay MarriageGay Marriage11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Gay Marriage has been something our society has been struggling with for years, for or against, should it be allowed in the catholic church or not? Well, here's your time to shine, leave a comment to say what you think about the situation, and make sure to back yourself up, don't just say "for" or "against" have a reason.
Dear Mother - MistressMooDear Mother,Dear Mother - MistressMoo10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm in love. I hope you'll approve. I've never felt this way before. I love them more everyday. They are a little different but I can't live without them. Mother, we've been best friends for years I know they are the one. Mother I hope you will meet them soon. Mother I hope you'll understand. I'm not in love with a man. I am in love but Mother her name is Jan. Please understand.
Love your Daughter
I am happy for you. It takes some their entire life to find the one. I hope to meet her soon. Bring her to Thanksgiving we'd all like to meet her. Don't worry dear we love you no matter what. Please do not worry or cry we'd love to meet her and see you smile.
Love your Mother
AtlasThey call me AtlasAtlas9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the world's pain
Every heartache is mine
Each tear creeps down my back
The burden of billions is mine
Mine, alone to bear
Silently, I sit
I carry the weight of the world
Upon my weary shoulders
I feel your pain
Weep for your loss
Laugh for your joy
But never does anyone cry for me
My name is Atlas.
I bear everyone's miseries
Yet, who will bear mine?
Consequences by ShizophrenikConsequences by Shizophrenik10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Consequences of a Night~ by Shizophrenik
Deep in her heart the organ sounds from the ending night.
In this it carries her dream, grave and careless, ever boldly as she soars around her lost charmed gift.
She knelt down on the damp, dirt-infested ground,
connecting with the soil as she raises an angel's head into the sky.
She voices out somberly:
"Deep isolation, remind me of being internally eaten up,
remind me for all eternity of what I lost this night.
For it was never your body that I read doubt in;
rather it was your injustices, which was written across your forehead.
Your agonies I had to suffer, your disobedience I endured.
By the ocean of incurable time I was forced to float.
Ill was I with your fears, all the pictures in my head thousands fold.
Now the time has come, your means to a war are to expire.
As I stand at the edge of my abyss the time refuses to turn back.
Your angels pulled into the sea of the longing; painful are the eyes of your own hell to view.
In the end, my onl
A New Battle Cry - MatdredaliaAs I stand on the streetA New Battle Cry - Matdredalia10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear men and women
And everything in between
Screaming at the top
Of their lungs
For something they've never seen
End the hate!
It's past its due date!
Why can't we try
For something more?
We've been here all along
We should be fighting
To make our place,
Love is love
No matter what
Sex, color, or race
They go to Church
And speak of Love
Then spit right in our face
They say they love
The sinner and they
Hate the sin
But how is love a sin
Just because it's between
That's why we fight!
It's our right!
I am not to be
Tolerated "or dealt with"
I am to be accepted
As are my queer brothers and sisters
Who've been so
They say they love
Their child, no matter
But when she tells them
She's a dyke, they call her
Their hatred is not in
The name of
Nor is it in
The name of their God
We're not weird or strang
So Are you ready?So are you ready?So Are you ready?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things are going to peel,
Will you be able,
To find them?
Are you ready?
You look so much,
Does this mean,
Your skin is peeling?
The words are on,
Not on the wall.
Are you ready?
Soul Bearing for the WearyI'm going to curl up in bedSoul Bearing for the Weary9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Hold onto nothingness
Eventually, sleep will come
Killing me temporarily
Taking away all painful memories
Slipping me a drug of sweet bliss
But, I will wake up
And with consciousness brings remembrance
All bliss will be shattered
Bringing down the walls of ignorant happiness
And dreams come crashing down again
Thus, why must we sleep?
Us, being mere mortals?
Because, sleep brings our dreams
And only in our dreams are we truly free
Free...free from the bad acid trip called reality
Ah, reality, the cruel fate
Never to be escaped
Run...run as you wish
Though, you cannot hide
For the past haunts you
Treasure what you have
Though time is fleeting
Memories slip through your hands
Remember those who loved you
Ere, my parting words
I now slip into sleeps deathly cold grip
Will we speak again? It is not certain, for that decision is left unto you
I don't want to go back.I'm just as terrified as I ever was.I don't want to go back.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm just as fragile as I ever was.
I'm just as deadly as I ever was.
I'm much more strong then I was before.
And pretty soon,I'll walk out the door.
Don't know if I'll get to be free anymore.
They punish the mentally ill.
They lock them in rooms made of glass.
I'm stuck on the outside,Scared of the inside.
I DONT WANNA GO BACK!
I don't have a choice,
It depends on that guy.
The one who diagnoses,
Maybe he won't notice,
If I cry.
I will lie to the world.
But I don't want to die,
And I have the blood of a murderer,
But I swear,I'm just a sinner,
Not a killer.
Things from the past make it so hard to breathe.
I hope that my present doesn't capture me,
And I pray that my future it isn't so gloomy..
I'm just as lost as I ever was.
I look in the mirror,
Now I see a beautiful girl.
I see a girl that can handle the world.
But I'm on the outside,
Scared of going in....
I DONT WANNA GO BACK!
Fishy FleshedWe talked down the starsFishy Fleshed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a lazy haze
As the sky crept behind moon
and the ground turned red,
Insanity tickling the inside of skulls
with cold and pale fingers
You rolled from me
and whispered ''you fail me''
in skeletal voices.
The night smiled with crooked teeth,
bright eyed and fishy fleshed
But You Can't See ThatThe sky is white,But You Can't See That8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you can't see,
It's bleeding inside,
But you can't see,
She died on,
But you can't,
But the morgue,
How come you,
Can't see that?
So you were,
Alot of things
....But you can't,
...And I will never...And I will never9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once again, I cannot sleep
This cut has gotten so deep
I can't take this much longer
Since the pain grows stronger
Because time will never
Slowly, I lose my will
This is something I can't ignore
Or deal with anymore.
...and I will never sleep again...
You don't know how you've hurt me
But it seems to make you happy
It doesn't matter what I say
You'll still cut me every day
Something new has been born
I should rejoice yet I mourn
The time has come to move on
Yet, I fear what we had will be gone
...and I will never smile again...
This isn't the bitter end
I could still be your friend
There may be someone new
I still care about you
Mend your shattered heart
For a fresh start
This may have hurt
But now you know how I felt when you treated me like dirt
...and I will never be the same again...
Jeffrey's PoemThis book holds my lifeJeffrey's Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My joys and my strife.
Every page is a memory
Of a time when I was happy.
The words, no one will read
but my troubles are freed.
It watched me cry.
It loved me when I wanted to die.
This book is my everything.
Comfort it will always bring.
My silent tears are here
My love will always be near.
The worries fade in ink
for thirsty paper to drink.
Some days brought pain
Others made me believe I was insane.
My diary is my world.
Untitled Romantic Poem -- 83Untitled Romantic Poem -- 839 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On some distant day
When we're old and grey
Will you still love me
Even when we're eighty three?
Let's look back on the good and bad
Think of happy times and sad
And when the night is bitter cold
Will you hold me, though I am old?
Even though we'll fight
Then apologise to make it right
Promise you'll never leave
And when I die, you'll grieve
Every time you hold me hand
I just understand
You'll always love me
Even when we're eighty three
We'll have grey streaks in our hair
But we won't care
After all this
There will still be comfort in your kiss
Even though our years will show
In our hearts, we'll always know
Say you'll love me,
Even when I'm eighty three
Voiceless, by CelesteVoicelessVoiceless, by Celeste8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cry in the middle of the night
A gunshot echoing in the distance
People gathered together in fright
A hushed whisper about resistance
A black cat curled up in the alley
Waiting for his moment to strike
Mentions of a dark deadly valley
People forced to stay where they don't like
A scar they would like to erase
A pain you can see in their eyes
Memories of a dark and dreary place
Truths hidden by so many frightful lies
The powerful slowly destroying the weak
The weak striving for survival
The smell in the area will always reek
From such events there is no revival
A child's whine is quickly stifled
An audible gasp is quietly smothered
Silence a virtue never rivaled
A voiceless child is gently mothered
Words are quickly shoved down your throat
As you gaze silently into the enemy's face
You stare as you remember that famous quote
About a guy who ran the fastest and lost the race
An itch aching for a single scratch
A voice wanting to shout out
An idea waiting and willing to hatch
Glass PuzzleI feel my life has been shattered. So I pick up the pieces, and try to put them together again.Glass Puzzle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it's like doing a 10,000 piece puzzle made of glass. And each new shard is a little sharper than the last.
The pain they cause is unbearable, but I don't want anyone else to get cut.
So I'll keep at it on my own...
We Were Something MoreWe were all laying on the grass.We Were Something More9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our four heads touching.
The chilled air nipped at our noses,
And gnawed on our fingers,
Until all feeling had vanished.
Our blanket of grass softened the hardened earth.
Nature treated us to a symphony,
The wind sang and crickets strummed a tune.
"Isn't this amazing?" Jeffrey asked.
Yes, it was.
Yet, the question lingered in the air.
What was so amazing?
The sight was simplistic,
four friends lying in a field
in the formation of a wagon wheel spoke.
We stared at the celestial scene,
a splattering of stars on a midnight blue canvas.
The silver Goddess in the sky
Smiled upon us.
She presented us all gifts,
Shooting stars on which to make wishes.
We were just four kids in a field.
Metaphor for my FamilyMy family is an enigmaMetaphor for my Family11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not quite clear and very confusing
My father is a mystery
Not much known and little to do about it
My mother is a riddle
A constant brainteaser that makes someone stop and think
My brother is a puzzle
Not all together, with a few pieces missing
I am a question
Always wondering but never sure of the answer
Even though we know almost nothing about each other, we still find something in common.
Where I FellWhere I Fell10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Where did I go so wrong?
Where did I fall from this saving grace?
When did the world turn its back on me?
When did I become so unloved?
UnsureUnsureUnsure7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why do I cry,
When I hear that sweet lullaby
Of her voice?
I cant tell why.
Deep in her eyes
Is that darkness shining out a light?
I dont know
Im going blind
Dark wavy hair
Not that special, so why do I care?
Who can say?
Its just so unfair.
Lips I want to kiss
I know I cant, it will go amiss
What makes me like this?
MortalityLooking at an image of my own mortality.Mortality8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe that's the way it is,I have the best morality?
Afraid to die,
Afraid to lose.
I want to live and I want to swoon.
Along the way.
In a thousand torn up yesterdays.
What if I do go to Hell?
No one said that I was a good girl.
I love life,It's my favorite disease.
And what if I must beg and plead?
And try to be brave.
But murder is fought over envy and the ways...
They say that this life it could go on forever.
I hope that after that is something that's better.
And They Kill over mercy,And They kill over dreams.
They kill because of a million things.
They kill over Christianity,And Paganism.
They kill over Judaism and yeah they kill for religion.
And if God has any mercy at all.
Then he loves all his children.
And if God is a woman,
Then she might understand.
Why men make girls cry with the pressure they hand.
Look on dear lovers,
Because I have fear.
But mostly for the ones I hold dear.
Coming Out: gadgetsguruComing Out: gadgetsguru10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I've known that I've been different, virtually my entire life. What I didn't know is just how unique I really am. This is a story of struggle, depression, confusion, and freedom.
During the Christmas holiday season of 1998, the people in Raleigh, North Carolina were especially cheerful; my friends seemed almost oblivious. My wish list for that year included a "Nintendo 64" gaming system, a portable television, and a "Sports Illustrated Swimsuit" calendar. To my surprise, and soon to my despair, I got just that. After about the first week, the only thing it did for me was tell me the day. I kept using the calendar in hopes that somehow it would make me straight. However, I stopped using the calendar on February 3, 1999.
I only wish I could tell you that this day was a normal one, but it forever changed the course of my life. On that day, now in the distant past, I was overwhelmed with feelings. I was upset, confused, and worried, practically at the same time, and yet these feelings were