HS dating: a college essayHigh school dating is for weirdoes. Granted, I say that because I have been single for virtually my whole high school experience. To me, dating seems to be that one thing just out of reach - always yearned for, pushed for, hoped for - yet never quite achieved. I have come to accept the fact that I will, undoubtedly, grow up to live in the woods as a hermit for the rest of my life, hunting with a bow for my food, when I'm not stuck in a cubical at work performing some mind numbing task. The thing that makes my situation even more amusing is the knowledge that I am not altogether unattractive, not that I am movie star material.HS dating: a college essay11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Being single has its ups and downs. I get to spend my weekends alone; however, I feel left out during any and all school functions. On the other hand, I can spend my time and money on things I want to do instead of having to worry about trying to make someone else happy. The biggest downer of being single is being constantly reminded that you are not a part of the
Breaking PointBreaking Point7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
- Deci încerci să-mi explici că sunt singurul idiot care crede în asta, nu?
- Nope. Încerc să-ți explic că ești singurul idiot care crede în asta și nici măcar nu ești implicat
Și așa începe totul Pentru că niciodată cel care crede în ceva nu ia parte la nenorocitul ăla de ceva
- Și cum s-a ajuns la asta?
- Adică de ce am murit?
- Dacă vrei să fii atât de directă, da. De ce ai murit?
- De plictiseală
Pentru că așa moare totul din plictiseală
- Și de ce te-ai întors? Presupunând c-o să cred aberația pe care tocmai ai zis-o
- De plictiseală
Pentru că așa începe totul din plictiseală
- M-ai pierdut
- Da. M-a plictisit ce-am găsit acolo...
- Și ce-ai găsit?
- Pe mine
Napalm glow - part INapalm glowNapalm glow - part I6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ea, 10 septembrie 2009
... Şi erau multe culori, îngrozitor de multe culori, şi dureros de multă lumină... Dar undeva, în tot amalgamul ăsta deprimant, era o pată neagră de întuneric; întunericul nu mă durea să-l privesc. Aşa c-am alergat spre el, am înceut să fug cu toate puterile mele către pata aceea de non-culoare salvatoare.
Pe vremea când am realizat că fugeam după mine însămi, mă pierdusem deja în goana spre-acolo...
Ea, 11 octombrie 2008
Îmi simţeam sufletul de sticlă, ca şi cum ar fi stat să se spargă, şi zâmbetul rece şi fals. Mi-a trecut prin cap că poate d-aia nu simt frigul de afară, în ciuda vitezei şi a naturii mele zgribulite.
Cât de tipic mie tot haosul ăsta, mi-am zis în timp ce ratam perplexă o curbă şi mulţ
singles.Cooper is twelve years old and a treasure in his tennis whites, and I am unremarkable, eleven, blurred at the edges like some uncertain shoreline. He only speaks to me because he sees Coach Drown's hands linger too long on my hips when he's teaching me topspins. We're pairing up, Cooper declares, claiming me from across the court with the wide end of his racquet. He spends the rest of practice serving straight down the line, aiming to concuss. Cooper Corentin plays tennis like we're in trenches. Come on, kid, fight back, he says. If I were a fucking truck, would you just stand there on the dotted line?singles.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Coach Drown is a truck. Every Thursday afternoon, he rakes me over for roadkill, and I lie there bisected below him with the taste of gravel in my throat. I should be used to it by now, but sometimes he still catches me full in the nerves like headlights. I'm practicing my backhand these da
Shadow Sweeper introShadow Sweeper intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"De un lado dispuso las sombras,
del otro dispuso que hubiese luz.
sin embargo,al cerrar aquella caja con el mundo dentro,tuvo piedad del primer cazador y le dió
un arma blanca para que hendiese los cielos cuando la oscuridad fuese insoportable.
el primer hombre rasgó los cielos con aquel arma afilada,y de los cielos no sangró luz,sino
una penumbra llamada tristeza.Y el primer hombre maldijo el cielo y el cielo le volvió la
espalda y le desheredó.Y así fue como al hombre le fue negada incluso aquella penumbra de
salobre medicina. Desde entonces los cazadores no vierten lágrimas, y sólo les invade los
ojos una amarga sombra cuando sonríen."
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
MakerMaker4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How do you move within the stone?
And who has said that this is stone?
No one but I may say - no one.
And will they listen, every one?
No need for all, if some few will.
May I be one among the few?
Oh I will leave that up to you.
Veiled, unveiled, uncertain, sure,
Each day I choose - may it be well -
Stone - or story still to tell.
Orange skinOrange skin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
7: Elle at SeaElias strode down the passageway, eager to see the look on Elle's face when she realized just how dire her situation had become. Something about seeing the look of helplessness on her face excited him, and he knew that it would work in his favor. After all, how could she continue to defy him if she had no choice but to obey him?7: Elle at Sea3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias climbed the companionway and stepped into the bright morning sun. The familiar roar of the ocean filled his ears, and he sucked in a lungful of salty sea air. He smoothed the front of his dark shirt, tugging the sleeves at his wrists before adjusting his collar. He was never one to appear on deck unkempt, evident by the gleam of his boots and the seamless press of his black breeches. And he had to admit, he wanted to look presentable for his bride to be, for if he appeared to her in muddy boots and dusty clothes as he had the night before, what would she think of him?
Elias glanced around the deck, and spotted Elle easily. She was leaning against the rail
...27... She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt....27...6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I dont think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh.
I caught her counting the scars in the bathroom mirror once. They were soft puckers of white against sun tanned copper, they would have been morbid, if they werent so beautiful. There were 27. I met the reflection of her blatant blue eyes with my broken brown, and she said,
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
CarmalCarmal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day was humid, the sun was still high
While I waited for the gray mini van
Hundreds of colorful cars sped right on by
Finally they came; one red and one with tan
Both were hyper and fuzzy, a boy and a girl
With light brown eyes and noses of dark pink
The red stayed, while up his sister did curl
On a blanket alone; both small as mink
My puppy was brave and showed not his fear
For he whimpered only once before he slept
Agile was he, like all kinds of brother deer;
Only loving and he was never unkempt
Guarding me from things that were proved harmful,
Always there, my dear beloved dog Carmal
SacrificeSacrifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
AloneAlone in the dark what do you see?Alone3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I see nothing for darkness surrounds me.
Alone in the light what do you see?
I see more light it's all around me.
Alone what do you hear?
I hear nothing for deafness has silenced me.
Alone what do you taste?
I taste nothing for bitterness escapes me.
Alone what do you smell?
I smell nothing for my senses have left me.
Alone what do you feel?
I feel nothing for nothingness is less than me.
Alone what do you need?
I need nothing for no one cares for me.
Alone what do you fear?
I fear nothing, but death is a constant, and always upon me.
Alone whom do you love?
If I could, I would love thee...
The first part I wrote a year ago...this is the next part a year later.
Alone in the dark, what do you see?
I see the darkness, as I live in its obscurity.
Alone in the light what do you see?
I see light so bright, it blinds me.
Alone, what do you hear?
I hear their laughter as they mock me.
Alone, what do you feel?
We are taught not to. It is our way you see.
PetitePetite3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is Kyle or what used to be him. Kyle had a brother named Logan who always hated how Kyle did everything better than he did, sports, school, even girls. He was sick of it so one day surfing the web Logan found a spell that was supposed to get rid of someone so he memorized it. The next day Logan was waiting for Kyle at home. When Kyle walked in Logan hit him with a baseball bat. While Kyle was unconscious he used the spell only he forgot some words & instead of Kyle disappearing. Instead of being his 22 year old self he became a 20 year old he shrunk from 6 foot 6 to a petite 5 foot 1, his brown buzz cut turned blonde & grew down past his shoulders, his features became less masculine he lost all his muscle, his arms, legs, hands, & feet grew small & slender, his clothes changed from a leather jacket & jeans to a tight fitting corset & matching panties, his waist become more curved, & his hips cracked outward, his changes were finally wrapping up when two giant DD formed in his ches
8: Mias Finds ElleElle rose slowly from the spot where she had been sitting for the past hour. She wasn't usually one to feel sorry for herself, but Elias' spiteful words, rough hands, and unwanted kisses had taken their toll on her. Yet in spite of his constant cruelty, Elle was amazed at how she had handled things thus far, drawing on an inner strength that she didn't know that she possessed.8: Mias Finds Elle3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drawing on that strength once more, Elle took in her surroundings in the hope that she would find something that could help her escape. After all, if what Elias had said about Mias was true, then she was in fact on her own. As she looked around the surprisingly large space of the cabin, hoping that she would spot something to aid in her escape plan, Elle held on to the hope that Elias had been lying. That seemed highly likely, given his behavior, but she wasn't going to pin her hopes on a possibility. As far as she was concerned, she was going to have to figure a way out of this situation herself.
Elle inched her