Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 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
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels4 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
Undercover Mouse ~*Update*Undercover Mouse ~*Update*7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A new Great Mouse Detective Fan-fic soon to come, based on the original movie but with a slight twist. when Olivia Flaversham tells basil her story, he takes the case. But it turns out that Dawson and Olivia are not the only ones helping him, he in fact has an alli undercover as one of Ratigan's thugs and delivers clues, maps and other items to his doorstep. Thing is, until she isn't quick enough and trips, Basil had no idea that he had an undercover alli. What will happen? You'll just have to wait and see.
Blood and RosesShe drew herself a bathBlood and Roses4 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
The 13 Wiccan PrinciplesThe 13 Wiccan PrinciplesThe 13 Wiccan Principles8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The following set of thirteen principles was
adopted by the Council of American Witches, in April, 1974.
1: We practice rites to attune ourselves with the natural rhythm of life forces marked by the phases of the Moon and the seasonal Quarters and Cross Quarters.
2: We recognize that our intelligence gives us a unique responsibility toward our environment. We seek to live in harmony with Nature, in ecological balance offering fulfillment and consciousness within an evolutionary concept.
3: We acknowledge a depth of power far greater than that apparent to the average person. Because it is far greater than ordinary it is sometimes called supernatural, but we see it as lying within that which is naturally potential to all.
4: We conceive of the Creative Power in the universe as manifesting through polarity ~as masculine and feminine~ and that this same Creative Power lies in all people, and functions through the interaction of the masculine and femin
Why?WhyWhy?4 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
My Prince, I Love You.... stillYou made me feel goodMy Prince, I Love You.... still4 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.
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.0Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.04 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lord Monochromicorn landed on Marshall's porch and the prince swiftly slid down off of his steed's shoulder, giving the muscular flank a thankful pat.
"Thanks for bringing me by, buddy," Gumball said quietly to his friend. "I should be here a while, so don't wait up. Why don't you go hang with Cake? Marshall can give me a ride home." The prince stroked Lord's nose thankfully, making the stallion snort and shake his mane. Taking a pace backwards, the mount dipped his head and tapped with his hoof.
"-.. --- -. .----. - / -.. --- / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. -"
"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?" the prince asked indignantly, but too late, as his steed had already leaped into the air and flown out of the back entrance to Marshall's cave with a whinny. Pursing his lips in frustration, the candy teen pulled on his winter coat to straighten the garment before stepping forward and knocking at his friend's front door. There was a long silen
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
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please...4 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.
LGBT Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBT Quiz4 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
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament4 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."
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 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ash was the first to leave the classroom. I quickly got my backpack and headed towards my locker. I fumbled with my lock and like so many times before opened my locker.
"Hey you,". I looked behind me to see Ash standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi," I said nervously.
BullyWhen I was a minor, I was heavily bullied throughout my public schooling life. That is preschool all the way to senior year. I was bullied for various reasons; for being too smart, for having crooked teeth, for liking cats, for "being too manly", for being friendly... and it destroyed me. I have attempted suicide twice in my life and have permanently been inflicted with depression. I also have an extremely hard time socializing and standing up for myself, because any time I had tried to do so in my past, only made things worse for me...Bully4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I got it not only from other students, but also from teachers and school boards, who discriminated against me in various ways. What was I to do? No adult would help me, in fact they told me it was all my fault and I deserved it, they told me to stop standing up and to stop being who I am. It made me for the longest time a walking zombie, unable to express myself and my desires, because I had lost hope.
And this is by no means a unique case whatsoever fo
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil4 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
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 Truth4 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,
Breathe Like You BleedI want to feel his hands around my throatBreathe Like You Bleed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing me down until I finally choke
Prove to me that I don't need the air I breathe
Prove to me that all I really need is you to hold me
I want to feel his hands cutting off my air supply
Preventing me from telling even more lies
Prove to me that I don't need my voice to speak
Prove to me that you don't really even need me
I want to feel his hands strangling me
Protecting me from the toxins we all need
Prove to me that you can help me escape the idiocy
Prove to me that I can live somewhere above reality
I want to feel his hands around my throat
Pressing me down until I finally cease to choke
Lil' less conversation -PART 1"Please, give me one last chance, granny Tsunade! I swear, this time, he'll come back for sure!" Naruto practically begged, forgetting his pride for a moment.Lil' less conversation -PART 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
And he really knew that this time he'd figured out what the entire problem was.
Up until now, everytime he'd confronted Sasuke, the Uchiha'd thought it was because he had promised Sakura to drag him back to Konoha by the ears, if necessary.
But what if he actually told Sasuke he wasn't doing it for her. Not for Konoha, not for the Hokage - for no one but himself`?
Naruto knew it might have just been wishful thinking on his part that lead him to this conclusion, but he didn't care. He had to try this.
"I wonder why you're still so set on bringing the Uchiha back to Konoha, Naruto," the blond rubbed her temples in annoyance. "It's not like he-"
"Please, I don't care! Just let me try!"
"Alright, alright, you win," Tsunade finally gave in. "You can take Sai with you. And please, Naruto..."
"...no risky shit,
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."
His CologneThe perfect accessory,His Cologne4 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
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play6 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
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.