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 History3 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
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels2 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
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/Terezi2 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?"
I love h8ing youI have 8een sailing these seas for such a long time now. I have 8een to all of the islands and retrieved all of the treasures. All of it. There was no8ody that could possi8ly stop me. No8ody. Not even that stupid l8me excuse for a rival as dualscar. Stupid fool was alw8ys trying to one-up me, 8ut Mindfang doesn't deal with one-ups due to the fact that I always win. Sure I let him try 8ut his attempts rem8ined as a w8ste of time. I was very kind in the fact that I didn't immediately kill him and take all that he had rather I let him think he was in control. With as many times as I had put him in his rightful place and let him know he was never in charge, we had a good team sort of thing occurring. 8ut then the moment I heard of her I knew I needed her to 8e my rival.I love h8ing you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was worthy of my black-feelings. I have heard of her, she was definitely deviant in her path of right8ous justice. I knew that if I lead a trail for her to follow, she could sniff me out until that o8vious trail led her
Vriska won't say she feels flushed"Ughhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Vriska exclaimed with all of the air her lungs could let out at once.Vriska won't say she feels flushed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"YOU N33D TO 4DM1T TO YOUR3LF HOW YOU F33L 4BOUT TH4T JOHN HUM4N!" Terezi tried to get the idea across to Vriska.
"8ut Terezi you just don't understand it all." She pouted the moment her arms crossed in front of her chest. "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that." Terezi smiled and arched her eyebrows to agree with that statement. "No man is worth the aggrav8tion. That's ancient history, 8een there, done that!!!!!!!!" Vriska rolled her eyes and tossed a broken eight ball to the corner of the room. "VR1SK4, WHO'D Y4 TH1NK YOU'R3 K1DD1NG? H3'S TH3 34RTH 4ND H34V3N TO Y4!" Terezi laughed and threw that as a direct hit to the love sick girl.
"YOU TRY TO K33P 1T H1DD3N, 1 CAN S33 R1GHT THROUGH Y4. YOU C4N'T CONC34L 1T." Terezi smiled while Vriska just pouted and wanted to change the subject with all of the might in her soul. This girl canÕt deny it, everybody has n
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 22 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
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
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
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
Future HistoryFuture History4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---3 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.
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 path3 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
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
SomedaySomeday, you'll accept meSomeday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someday, you'll understand
Someday you will be happy for me
When you see me hold her hand
Someday you'll both realize
Just how happy I could be
If you would give me and her a chance
You can't know how much it would mean to me
You didn't ever have to go through this
Yet you think it's just a phase
But I'd bet you would both understand
If you know how it feels when she holds my gaze
Mother, I wish you'd accept me the way I am
So I could say how I feel for her aloud
Daddy, you look down on this now
But someday, you'll see why I'm proud
I wish that you knew how much courage it took
Just for me to come out to you
You want me to be a good, straight little girl
Well, this isn't about you
I don't need your approval to feel this way
You cannot control my world
I don't need your input, because I already know
...that I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL!
Mom and Dad, hear me out
I am your daughter, the lesbian
Although I can't say that I like girls
Because I only have eyes for on
On OlympusGods up on OlympusOn Olympus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watch over Ancient Greece
Rule with an iron fist
Mighty Zeus, rules as king
With lightning in his hand
Loves girls from rocky Greece
Father of all the Greeks
Jealous Hera is Queen
Sacred is the peacock
For the eyes on its tail,
Belonged to Argus
Poseidon, god of sea
Made horses from the foam
When trident hits the ground
The earth quakes and scares all
Lord Ares, god of war
Dashes into battle
Wielding a sharpened sword
He kills hoping for blood
She rules love and beauty
Married to Hephaestus
But in love with Ares
Hephaestus, lord of fire
A crippled blacksmith god
Was thrown from Olympus
When Zeus saw his rough face
Hermes the messenger
The speedy fleet of foot
Protects all travelers
And those who live on wit
Apollo, god of light
Drives the sun in the sky
But music and poems
Are also in his realm
Artemis, moon maiden
Is goddess of the hunt
Dislikes male company
Prefers to hunt with nymphs
Gray-eyed one, Athena
The goddess o
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.3 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.