Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
Spider Tears - Vriska/TereziLittle Vriska stood infront of her lusus, who screeched at her in only a tone a Scorpio would understand. Spidermom, as Vriska knew her, was reveling to her what she would have to do to keep her lusus alive. She would have to kill other trolls and feed them to Spidermom. "But mom, I... I don't understand!" She squeaked. "Isn't that.. Murder?" Spidermom screeched in anger at the young troll, making Vriska wince. "Ok, mom... I'll go get you some.." Vriska headed out though a wooded area. She began to notice some strange... Toys hanging from trees.Spider Tears - Vriska/Terezi3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Little Terezi was lying in her hive, playing with some scalemates. "Hehehe, you guys are adorable!" she looked down at them, smiling. She loved her little dragon friends, anything dragon related, actually. She was quite alone, since she was a little troll and hadn't made any friends yet. She glanced through the window at what looked like another young troll approaching. "Can you see that, Senator?" she asked a yellow scalemate. "Who is she?"
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
Blood and RosesShe drew herself a bathBlood and Roses3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since no one would for her
Candles or lights?
She chose the former
Struck a match with her hands
Ignored the sweet scent
Stared at the flames
Then into the bathtub she went
The water was scalding
But she forced herself to take it
Besides, she'd take long
And the warm water had to make it
The one who said he loved her
Was so preoccupied
That he had no idea hours had gone by
When he was ready for bed
He found she wasn't out
And she needed to be,
there were hungry kids running about
There were dishes to wash
And laundry to do
And when he went to sleep
She couldn't sleep too
He went towards the bathroom
The door locked when he got there
So he got their makeshift key:
An alligator clip from her hair
He unlocked the door
since when he knocked: no replies
Then his heart skipped a beat
over the scene before his eyes
He unknowingly steps over
A bare rose stem on the floor
His mind not ready
to accept the awaiting gore
He rushed to the one
everyone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiencymy parents never beat meeveryone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiency3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and look how I turned out: cracked ribs
blood in my urine
finally lost my baby teeth
but there's no love without blood and you
do not dream in hourglasses
rusty wind and
ferris wheel cages
to watch the gauze fall untaped
on the kitchen floor and
I am itchingscratchingbleeding time
profusely and it falls off me like sawdust with every
I still stand still with knees dovetailed and
head cocked down
to watch the wood shavings
pile at my shins like suitcases
you always want more
so when I felt the fault lines in your wrists
start to tremble
I took that revolver in your chest
spun the cylinders and heard
the familiar empty click
echo through your ribcage
and now I find you
underground like rainwater
and I tried
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt nothing other than
an ocean roiling beneath my ribs,
and an urge to hold the brass ossuary,
and rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you despised religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
100% me type a gal.
I don't pretend to be
someone I'm not.
So I don't deal with
you're all fake.
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
..why hate us for being gay?
I look around...we aren't any different.
But not if we are brought down.
We cannot help who we love, whether they be male, female, or none of the above; Love Is Love, No Matter What.
So, the next time you say, "That's gay!' "Fag! "Slut." "Homo!" "Queer!" Please, stop and think about this;
How are we different from you?
We all have...
One pair of lips.
An Essay On TruthThe Civil Rights Movement is an iconic one that even those that weren't alive yet can understand the significance of. Basic human rights were being fought for, and in some ways, they still are. Yes, black men and women can go to the same schools and public places as white men and women. Yes, they can serve in the same unit together in the military. Yes, they are seen, today, as just another American. What about homosexuals? They have yet to receive all of their rights, but change is on its way.An Essay On Truth3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Almost fifty years ago, the Civil Rights Movement started. Through it, segregation came to an end. Sure, people didn't like it at first, but they got used to it. It became something that wasn't even thought about, children of all races sitting together, in any order, in the exact same classroom. Now, in my time, this is standard. The unfortunate thing is that not every one of those school-aged youths is able to just be themselves in those chairs. Race has no hand in the separation that is felt,
My Prince, I Love You.... stillYou made me feel goodMy Prince, I Love You.... still3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just at the end
You stopped your pretend,
You broke my heart... as you should.
I want to be with you
You say you do too...
Contradicting what you say and do,
You say you love someone else....I ask "who???"
Now my tears flow,
Thinking how I Fucked up.
Emotions from my hearts do flow
Ready to fill your cup.
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The mist of uncertainty evaporates
A ''confidence'' emerges
A lost friend
I have not seen you
You say "I am"
I say "I know''
I yearn to have you
My illusive companion
I am apprehensive
To find you and possibly lose you
I rest in the moment of you with me
You always were, are now, and will always be
Walks a backward path"...and now we go live to the scene of the protests, with thousands of people demanding their rights to reproduce with those with prosthetic upgrades outside Parliament. The debate has been raging for several months now, triggered by hate crimes perpetrated against those with cyborg partners. In a short time, we will see if the Bloomfield Administration passes the bill to support full equality for cyborgs. In the meantime, we have arranged an interview with past homosexual rights activist; Blair Swanson. Swanson, you've been opposed to cyborg marriage equality for quite some time now, would you care to outline your views for us today?"Walks a backward path4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Certainly, Craig. I believe that marriage is between two pure-humans. If we were to extend the definition of marriage to include machines, should we not also extend it to our cousins in the animal kingdom? To put it simply, cyborg's should still serve their purpose as the blue-collar workers of our society, as they originally were."
LGBT Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBT Quiz3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I suspected I was gay since I was 14/15-ish... about 3 years ago. I just came to accept genderqueer probably... 6 months ago. Originally, I just thought I was trans, but... that's not the case. XD
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
Yeeees. Hell yes. I prayed for it to be gone every night for a very long time. It made me rather depressed there for a bit.
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Well I thought guys were icky, and thought it'd be so much better to be with a girl. I was jealous of all the guys who had girlfriends. XD
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
Lesbian and genderqueer. Fuck yeah. ;D
5. How long have you been out of the closet, or if your not, do you plan to be at some point?
To my friends, I've been out for over a year. To my parents, four months. Four.... very long months
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
It Gets Better.Hi there. Usually when I write something, its because of some deeper reason or something. But this time, I'm writing so I can just try and confess some things. I don't know if I want the people close to me to read this, mainly because if they did they'd probably think I was lying or that I was in trouble. But I'm fine. For this one, I just want to write this because I feel the need to confess some things. Well for one thing, I'm a fifteen year-old junior living in North Carolina, and I've tried to commit suicide multiple times. That's sorta melodramatic, but it's the truth. When I was in 3rd grade, I'd try and suffocate myself by hanging myself or tying a scarf around my neck. I just .I always knew I was different from the other people. I didn't think the boys were cute, or that they were all that great. I'd rather spend time with the girls. But even back then .I knew being who I was, was wrong. So I kept it in. I lied to myself for years. But the pain and emptiness was stillIt Gets Better.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Armour in Cotton.Armour in Cotton.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Questioning I am.
To be so composed,
What am I?
I can't identify this body,
I can't choose.
With or without,
Should it really matter?
To be or neither?
I can't figure it out.
I don't match with the person I face in the mirror.
She's just flesh,
After all it's just a body.
Physically your one or the other,
Some are without and with both.
Why can't we be without?
Gender roles are evil.
Raised with either a doll or truck in hand.
A sandbox and swing set,
The child is boundless.
To be a man is to keep things from view,
Is to be strong,
To be a woman is wear dresses,
Is to be emotional,
This coat I wear is too big.
Just enough to hide this chest.
It's hot outside them doors,
I'll deal with it.
Anything to keep from people looking...
Often confused with a rebelish man,
I sit and wonder why people care so much what I am?
Hair with long locks,
Braided or straightened,
Bows and Glitter.
Perfume and push up bra.
Tights adorned with high heels.
His CologneThe perfect accessory,His Cologne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gets me every time.
It seduces my senses,
teasing me perpetually.
A sensation indescribable,
it takes my breath away.
Leaving me with thoughts
of what could be.
It lingers when he leaves
leaving me begging for more
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mortals have known us
The offering smoke reaches us rarely, with its billowing
Plumes of ash
It makes no sense
Why they left
Where they went
Our followers betrayed us
And the rocky shores where
They used to pray
Stand littered with crosses
Crosses displaying their dead men
Dead men who mock us
Say to us:
"Your believers have gone
They are mine
They think of you
But just a few who know we are here
Just a few,
Among a world of souls lost to us
And they say
"we believe, in you gods. We believe."
Why?WhyWhy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love you
Why do I long to be with you in whatever way
How do I deserve a friend like you
When you found out I was in love with you you were freaked, I could tell
Yet you didn't turn away, instead saying and doing all those little things,
showing even more that you cared
This made me love you even more
You gave me whatever I needed hugs, words, an open ear to listen to my problems
holding me close, holding my heart
And I still love you. I'm still in love