Makings of a Hero pt 48I kicked a rock and listened to the clattering echo as it went down the street, shuffling my feet slowly. After splitting off from Gabe and Crystal, I'd found myself wandering, trying to put off going to see him as long as possible. I guess you could call it fear. That thought made me laugh. Natalie Wilhem, aka, She-Whom-You-Do-Not-Screw-With-Ever, was afraid to go see her own older brother. I loved Andre, I really did. We used to do everything together; he even let me tag along to his work from time to time, as long as it was nothing really dangerous. Then
I pushed the gate open, closing it behind me. The path was as foreboding as always. I didn't stop to look at the scenery, I never did. It had been six years since that day, and still I hated doing this. Andre had never been perfect, nobody is. But In my eyes, he was as close as you could get. He was everything a big brother should be, strong, nice, dependable, not willing to hold back if he thinks you're doing som
Dear bully,Dear bully, do you remember me, of course not, you wouldn't. Even after all those times you insulted me, degraded me, and pushed me around. A trick here, a joke there, maybe a few insults every once in a while, it doesn't matter, I don't have feelings, I'm a loser; completely incapable of being hurt. Except I do have feelings. And every time you throw an insult my way and every time you think of another way to degrade me, you stab into me. But hang on, it's not like you care, you don't even remember all of the insults you've thrown my way. I do, I can name each date, each time, each insult all the way back to the first day we met. You don't hang onto them, they're just a few among hundreds, but I do. They build up in me. And then I go home and find that it's not just in school anymore, but online and on my phone. The text noise beeps like even it's saying you're worthless and yDear bully,5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the
RememberingThe worst part is remembering.Remembering4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remembering the feel of his shirt,
the sound of his laugh,
the roll of his eyes when Michelle Bachman opens her mouth,
the security of his embrace,
the warmth of his unique love,
the fact that he misses me too.
That's the killer.
GrandchildrenMy half-brother is having his first child,Grandchildren5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My half-sister had her second child two years ago,
I eat my dinner with my father after hearing this news,
He asks me, "When are you going to have kids so I can be a grandfather?"
My brother and sister are not related to him,
"You have to continue the family line," he says.
"I don't want to have kids," I say,
"And why not? You are the last girl!" He states angrily.
I am too scared to answer him truthfully,
So I stick another big bite of food in my mouth.
Little does he know I will not have my own kids because I am a Lesbian,
I would much rather adopt a child who needs that second chance.
Would he not accept that?
Would he still love me?
Those questions burn in my soul,
They burn in my heart.
I eat the rest of my food in silence,
Wondering if that was my only chance to tell him.
I Love a BoyEvery part of me wants him.I Love a Boy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Body and Soul
ache for the unattainable.
His soft golden hair whispers
His deep blue eyes implore
I long for his touch.
Being near him, without being with him
I will roll over and see his smile,
blissfully content as mine.
Dark transformationHere we both are, two chained as one,Dark transformation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run,
The light and the dark, ever fighting their war,
The torment it causes will last ever more,
Switching back and forth, unable to heal,
The nightmares you see, you know they are real,
You slowly lose hope as it enters you dreams,
Your sanity's ripping apart at the seams,
The thing you began has gone to hell,
The light is failing, the darkness, it swells,
The potion, that was the key to its cell,
The potion your darkness knows only too well,
You cannot control it, the darkness has won,
Still nowhere to hide, still nowhere to run,
The natural order, dead and defied,
Jekyll who is no more, now known only as Hyde.
Roses and VioletsRoses are red, violets are blue,Roses and Violets5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This kind of poem is way over used,
Won't claim I'm romantic, won't say that I'm tough,
I'll say that I love you, I hope that's enough,
No good at relations, but that you can tell,
But I know my feelings, yes I know them well,
If they say I love you, they've no reason to lie,
But I never hear them, for I'm way too shy,
Sometimes I will hear them, as they start to shout,
But I'm way too nervous, way too full of doubt,
I'm quiet and different, labeled often as weird,
A loser, a creeper, to be laughed at and feared,
But losers have feelings, of that I am sure,
Cause they won't stop screaming, "hey, go talk to her",
The point of this poem is to say that I care,
Inside me I'm sure, the feelings are there,
So remember this poem, next time I walk by,
I may find the courage to say more than "hi".
Because of HimBecause of him, I laugh differentlyBecause of Him4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never turn off my phone
I curse like a sailor
I listen to new music
I lose sleep
I cry dry tears
I love myself, if only for a moment
I know true pain
I know true bliss
I am different, because of him.
Didn't mean itI realize only a second,Didn't mean it5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the words cross my lips,
I say it before I can take it back,
I see your face drain of color,
I see your eyes drain of happiness,
I can say that I'm sorry, that I didn't mean it,
But it's far too late for that,
The damage has been done,
There's no way I can repair it,
We can pretend it's all fine,
We can act like it's over,
But now that I've said it once,
I'll say it again,
The scary thing is,
It'll be easier this time,
Saying that small hurtful phrase,
I hate you.
The One, True King of MonstersI look over the place little things see as their land. This place has been known to my family line for three generations. It has belonged to us, not them, as long as there have been kings awake. The ants below have spent so long trying to find a way to kill me. But whenever they do manage to kill my kind, another mighty king arises from the ashes and proves himself even stronger than the last. I have fought many other beings of my size from the great gold three headed beast to a metal version of my self made from the ants defiling of my proud grandfathers bones. They are weak and pathetic in comparison to my power. Yet still the little creatures try relentlessly to fight me whenever I come ashore. The others of my kingdom also want to destroy the overconfident ants but this is my territory and I will not have my patience or my rule tested. I am the feared ruler of Monster Island andThe One, True King of Monsters6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Switching a Letter"Obama was killed!!!"Switching a Letter4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That's Osama. Idiot."
The Fall of an Idealist"I want to save the world!"The Fall of an Idealist5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
SWS Challenge - Week 11Together forever? You really want that?SWS Challenge - Week 115 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This