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Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against6 months 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,
an
Until He ComesThe second comingUntil He Comes7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is not a warning
Something foreboding
To dwell upon
Until His coming
Shall we be waiting?
Anticipating?
Our Lord's return!?
Our task is given!
It has been written!
We have a mission!
That must be done!
To shine our light
Make the world bright
Present this sight
As his welcome
For when Christ cometh
Though no man knoweth
In faith we soweth
We faithful ones
Think not of when
Think not of where
We must prepare
Until He comes
The Town XIII"What?"The Town XIII2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Let me repeat myself. You where in my room the other night. Why?" She liked him and all, but if he stared at her when she slept, well, that was a deal-breaker. She didn't associate with creeps.
"If you saw me, why didn't you say anything?"
"Aha! So you admit it! Well, last night, my father mentioned he saw a light on in my room. I never turn on my lights. So, again, what where you doing there. I know it was you."
"Listen, it's not what you think..."
"Really?" Jen's voice had a sarcastic twinge to it.
"Yeah. You see, they're upping patrols at night for some reason."
"Wait...are you saying...?"
"The other night, I almost got
The Town XIISo far, the plan had been working. They had been doing it for five months. Five months, and they still hadn't been caught. The night before, Azriel had come over for their book meeting. Jen had all the books packed away in her purse. She sat at the cheaply made table, and tried to eat her breakfast. Her father had just left a minute before. Jen remembered there being something about him being reassigned to some new job, but she didn't really pay attention. She never paid attention to anyone any more, except Azriel. There was no point, she would be caught, and most definitely banished. That was the only punishment. They had stop full-blown exeThe Town XII2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Town XITwo weeks had passed, and no sign of Azriel. Jen had stayed up every night extremely late, waiting for him. She had waited for him every day at the street corner, then at the library. He never showed. Now, as she sat in the attic, holding a book that she hadn't even started to read, she was sure of one thing: he had to be turning her in. That had to be it. She looked back at how stupid it had been to give away her deepest secret to someone she hadn't even known for a week.The Town XI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She decided to stop waiting for him. If he had already turned her in, then police officers would be at her house any day, so there was no point in missing any sleep. As sh
The Town XShe had waited for an hour. Jen looked down at her watch for the 20th time. 12:25. Late, he was just late. He was not bringing the cops. Jen had this little thing where two voices in her head argued over what to do. She knew one was her conscious and the other was "her" voice. So far, all she had found out was that she had a mean conscious.The Town X2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I thought this was a bad idea...
Oh, not you again.
What? I'm sorry, but I just think that was extremely stupid! You didn't even know him for more than three days! How could you just invite him over like that? Stupid, stupid...
I don't think he'll turn me in.
Hmm, let's say he does. First, you told h
The Town IX"A...a library?"The Town IX2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes. Do you know what a library is? Or, should I say, was?"
"Well, yes. It's a place where the ancients would store books and let others borrow them."
"Wow. Not very many people know that. Well, come on. You know how I told you about how I used to have to cut through someone's backyard to get here?"
"Yeah."
"Um, well, they don't really care for me that much, so let's get inside before the wife comes out." Azriel began walking to the door.
Jen begsn coughing the second she entered the building. "Oh, sorry," Azriel said as he began wiping dust off some windows in the back wall with his hand, "It's a little dusty."
"A li
My Prince, I Love You.... stillYou made me feel goodMy Prince, I Love You.... still1 year 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.
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mortals have known us
Worshiped us,
Praised 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
Left 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
No more"
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."
Shay and Ash Chapter 1 I knew this day was gunna be different, the butterflies in my stomach told me so. In history class, sitting in the 3rd seat in the 4th row, i saw him for the first time. Ash, he was about 5'10" with short black hair with red tips, green eyes, lightly tan skin, and with a lightly muscular build. " Ash why don't you sit in front of Shay" said the history teacher. OH SHIT, I'm Shay. He walked over to the desk in front of me, put his back pack down and sat in his desk. God, his hair is beautiful. I stared at his hair the entire period and, like an alarm clock the lunch bell rang.Shay and Ash Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ash wa
Or are we?I have something to say to you,Or are we?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something to say to you all.
All of you who discriminate people for who they are.
Don't do that!
They have feelings too!
That's just plain stupid.
We're all humans, right?
For example, if you're 'black', or how you want to call it,
and people yell at you, because you're not white or something,
just think about the fact that it's just a color.
It doesn't mean you're different.
Why would 'black' people be scolded, and 'white' people not?
That's just plain stupid.
We're all humans, right?
Or, another example, if you're pansexual (or how you'd like to call it of course), and you get scolded becau
Armour in Cotton.Armour in Cotton.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Questioning I am.
To be so composed,
Yet overruled.
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,
Burtal.
To be a woman is wear dresses,
Is to be emotional,
Clueless.
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 todWalks a backward path2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hrm..Oh how my mind, body, and heart long for you my love.Hrm..2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Each and everyday I fall more and more inlove with you.
I want you next to me almost every minute
I want to feel your lips against my own. And against my skin.
I want to feel your bare skin on my own.
To hear your beautiful voice in my ears.
I love you my darling.
Je t'aime ma cherie.
I wish on a star everyday to be near you. To make you feel like your something when you feel/think that your not.
Even now when I'm writing this I'm in a small depression cuz I can't talk to you.
I thought I was in love before but now the ball game has changed and I'm more in love then ever.
I hope
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil2 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
LGBT Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBT Quiz2 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 guy
For His Children 2Christ lived and died for you and me.For His Children 21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
His death brought on by our own hands,
But his blood is for us.
Erased are our sins,
Drowned in the love of our savior.
Jesus Christ I love you so,
Jesus Christ you have my heart.
Jesus Christ I am forever yours.
A Dreadful DillemaI want to make a storyA Dreadful Dillema1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sadly I'm on a jeepney
I want to make a story
just to see things clearly
I plotted things in my head
But those plotted things from my head
turned into chaotic knots like a thread
It's the story of life, that I've read
There were thousands of possbilities
But everything got complicated
Like the sound of the harmonies
that make up all the songs
my thoughts got conquered
by the noise of the world
Distractions from motions
Annoyance from commotions
I just wanted to write a story
It's not such a mystery
Perhaps it's just the world just telling me
To continue the unfinished tales
That I've long been trying
Pretty lil' Rockstarpretty little rock starPretty lil' Rockstar1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
boy your gonna go far
jamming on your guitar
angelic tragedy
haunting melody
I'm not lying when I say
It's always you who saves the day
you'll disagree
say :"it wasn't me"
pretty little rock star
boy your gonna go far
jamming on your guitar
truth be told
your the reason they broke the mold
There is no one else like you
Winter laced eyes of blue
Metal and Ink is only an outward reflection
Shining so bright, no need for correction
You are who you are who you are..
In the heavens, the brightest star
You are who you are who you are
In the shadows, in the silence, the song plays on
even tho, your gone
Love Happiness returnsLove2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Out from darkness, love springs
My heart beats again.
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old fashioned,
classy-ass,
original,
100% me type a gal.
I don't pretend to be
someone I'm not.
So I don't deal with
your lot
'cause
you're all fake.
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 Truth2 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
Why?WhyWhy?2 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
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 myseIt Gets Better.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
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