White StarWhite Star2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm shining bright
The blue banner of night
And as my stripes sail across the sky
No country can deny
The world is MINE!
Hook me up with British royalty
Me and old chaps be drinkin some tea
Four leaf clover I'm Irish lucky
With Scotty in the pub we drink that wiskey.
I think that it's time for revolution
Give me liberty, I'm fighting for my freedom
I'm going bezerk like a viking
Drinking beer with Germany
But Fascism is not cool with me
That Druggie Neth is smokin' some weed
Belgium's bein' way too nerdy
Only Swiss pussies stick with neutrality
Ushanka wearing man with a bearded face
I'll beat you any time in a arms race
I'm gonna take down your empire
A world safe for democracy is what I desire
I'm shining bright
The blue banner of night
And as my stripes sail across the sky
No country can deny
The world is MINE!
Let's kick it to the Far East
Hang with the old men Chinese
They're working in all those factories
Making goods for my economy
Get video gam
Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost [Fem!FinlandXMale!Reader]"Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost"Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost [Fem!FinlandXMale!Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Male!Reader X Ghost!Fem!Finland]
Author's Note: Angst Warning. You have been warned.
"Why do you have to be so stupid!? We were supposed to turn left at the last intersection!" A woman screamed at her husband.
The man looked away from the road, glaring daggers. "I know what I'm doing! Now be quiet!"
The woman quickly looked at the road, and her eyes widened. "Look out!"
The man looked ahead and all he saw was a body hit the car as he stomped his foot on the brake.
They got out of the car, seeing a man in his twenties on the concrete street- unconscious from the blow. His forehead was bleeding.
"C- call the ambulance!" The woman panicked.
"Do you know where you are?" The woman at the desk asked you.
You simply replied, "The police station."
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Who are you?"
You sat silent, not really knowing.
The woman sighed, pulling out a small stack of papers from a packet. Looking through, she said, "The hospital sent thes
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashesAPH-Born from ashes2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
IT GETS BETTERright now im 22, im "married", i dont need the papers to say so, in my heart and in my soul Jen is my wife, i have two amazing step kids, a fun job, friend, a cat, and a home full of love and hope. but things wernt always so good for me, where im at now is a long jump from where i was, when i was 14, i lived in a small town, the kind of small town where every one goes to church on sunday, and every one knows every ones name, before i even "came out" people knew or they thought they knew, they called my names, they threw things at me, food, garbage, soda, rocks, a girl cut off my hair, a group of boys tryed to run me over with their car, i even got beat up by the girls basket ball team. they school looked the other way, and when i did say something, the principle basically told me that if this was the way i was choosing to live my life that he couldnt help me. so i started fighting and skipping school, i cut myself, i tryed to kill myself, i took pills, i even thought about drowning mysIT GETS BETTER1 year ago in Letters More Like This
The Unlikely MaidThe Unlikely Maid2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing heard that cold, dreary morning was a rough pounding that couldn't have been any louder if Skári's head itself had been beaten on. With crusted eyes, he lifted his head to see that the morning sun hadn't even risen yet. In his mind, all the more reason to go back to bed. But the universe couldn't have that.
"Up!" came a shout from outside his door. Skári jerked at the order and sat up.
"Y-yes ma'am!" he sputtered. He could hear the landlady scoff at her new worker's squeaking and soon after, her heavy feet stomped away. Skári let out a breath of relief and got out of bed. The innkeeper a woman named Gunnhildr was not the most pleasant person he'd ever come across. She was short, even for a dwarf, with corse black hair which she kept in a bun and tired, snappish eyes that constantly burned holes into the poor lad whenever they cross paths. The only reason Skári would even consider working for such a woman were two very prominent factors:
Dads as parents Poem storyThat kid is staring at me again,Dads as parents Poem story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know he doesn't like me at all.
Why does he just sit there,
Watching me, waiting for me to mess up.
Now he is walking this way,
His fists are clinched.
I am to scared to run,
There is nothing I can do.
So I hear your daddy's gay,
Ha that's gonna mess you up in the end.
Betcha gonna end up a queer like your daddys huh?
Queers don't make good parents, that's what my dad says.
He's a man.
Just shut up.
They are the best parents,
Even through their a gay couple,
My dads' raised me to be who I am.
The sound his face made when my fist collided with it,
that simple crack that made it right.
It was what I needed.
This is what needed to be done.
So what? My dads' are queer.
They raised me to be strong,
To know how to stand up for myself,
No matter you I come face-to-face with.
I ain't scared.
Not even of you.
PrideIt is not a disease.Pride1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not a choice.
It certainly isn't in just black and white,
No, there are many colours in a rainbow.
It is not just you.
It is not just me.
It certainly isn't abnormal,
No, there are many people like us.
It is not only painful.
It is not for attention.
It certainly isn't a game,
No, this is serious.
It's what you make it out to be.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Just...Don'tHe loves Sherlock.Just...Don't2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John knows this, understands this, accepts this, and ignore this. People seem to think that love is just a dam waiting to burst and that once discovered the words simply must be set free for fear of implosion. Or at the very least there is awkward stumbling and blushing and general nervous behavior around that person. But this is not so, because while John may not be as smart and Sherlock, he does understand himself better, so when the realization came, it was not a dam or a tidal wave or a sudden realization or even a gradual one.
It was a Tuesday.
It was a Tuesday and John was making a quick meal from what was salvageable, spaghetti with canned tomato sauce, And Sherlock was loudly clicking away at his (See: John's) laptop, searching for interesting news and mumbling to himself about incompetent news reporters and John had the displeasure of finding fingers in the butter saucer (again) when it happened. It was simply as follows:
I must love him to put up with th
Maybe's just a baby...God plays us. To play- To engage in an activity for enjoyment.Maybe's just a baby...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe he's an egotistical man? If he enjoys having his beings fight and die for him, maybe that is so.
If he likes to see his creations suffer under his hand. He's a bit of a sadist, don't you agree?
Maybe he's a masochist as well; if he hurts when we sin, but makes it our nature.
And who are we, little dolls, to try to read him like a book? What good will it do to try to divine the Divine?
Maybe he's a woman? What we were made in Her image? We all start off biologically female in the womb.
Maybe masculinity is a birth defect? Why for the Y?
Chromosomes don't even look like Y's. Why is it called Y? A funny little letter for a funny little coil of codes.
Maybe god is many many types of people?
Two of each ethnicity?
One man and one woman?
But wait- Maybe God has no gender?
Maybe God is intersexed?
Maybe God likes jazz?
Maybe God likes chutes and ladders?
Who am I to say what God is?
God to me is only "Maybe"
Quite Alright To Be LivingBecause it's you I idolizeQuite Alright To Be Living1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's you that's opened up my world
Made me hear things I never would've heard
See and read things that I didn't think was possible
Feel things that...that means my heart is opening so very slowly
There's a burning in this tiny weak heart
A sign that the ice is melting
I can feel it resonating outward
Singing, crying, yelling to be heard
But not hurt
You make these scars on my arms, my heart....
Seem not so ugly in comparison to the compassionate smile you would show them
You would stop me from covering them up and kiss them with sympathy
I would know then that it's alright if I am here
It's quite alright if I am living.
The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
Love meTime of pained heart never fades.Love me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a new sun, it breaks apart.
Oh, please, make me well.
Understand my hurt inside.
To the withered voice,
It echoes once more.
Memories of the past flow wildly
A wind of cold, of ice and blood
A knife that cuts my own flesh
A thought of then and when
Oh, please, I beg silently
Love me for who I am
For what I want
For what I have become
Steve (Billy) don't be a heroSteve (Billy) don't be a hero1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Title: Steve (Billy) don't be a hero
I watched as the marchin' band came down along main street;
The soldier blues fell in behind.
I looked across and there I saw Steve Rogers
Waiting to go and join the line.
And with her head upon his shoulder,His young and lovely fiancée.
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say;
Peggy: "Stevey, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life. Stevey, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife."
And as he started to go,
She said "Stevey keep your head low...
Stevey, don't be hero, come back to me."
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside,
The battle raging all around.
The sergeant cried, "We've got to hang on boys!
We've got to hold this piece of ground.
I need a volunteer to ride up,
And bring us back some extra men."
And Steven's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the words she said...
She said, "Stevey, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your
CE: AdventureTimeFansTitle: Make A WishCE: AdventureTimeFans1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Characters: Marceline, Bubblegum
Word Count: 813
It was Christmas time in Ooo, and Princess Bubblegum's castle was as busy as can be. The princess had been planning months in advance for the Christmas party. She wanted nothing to go wrong. She checked her guest list twice, and more to be extra certain. The decorations were flawless and shiny. The lights on the Christmas were perfectly aligned on the piney branches. They had enough plates and flatware for each of the guests and plenty of food to spare. What could go wrong? Everything was perfect as far as Bubblegum knew.
"Oh, hi Marceline," While she visually examined the room once more, it took a while for what she just said to sink in. Marceline was standing behind her. How? Why? Bubblegum made sure to write in bolded capital letters on the guest list: NO VAMPIRES! "H-How did you get in
BelieveBelieve the lies you tell yourselfBelieve2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ignore your aching heart
Believe the love you think you feel
sit still and play your part
Believe the smile you plaster on
Ignore the tears cry
Believe the joy you think you know
Ignore the pain inside
261 Prompts1. Violinist.261 Prompts2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's foot.
24. Paper birds.
26. Puppet show.
27. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
29. Letters to the moon.
31. Ballet shoes.
35. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
38. Strobe light.
40. Fake quirks.
41. Contact lenses.
42. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
43. Comet in a bottle.
46. Tarot card.
51. Everyone was dancing, but me.
I Am Gay You Are Not-So What?I am gayI Am Gay You Are Not-So What?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a friend
I am a lover
I am gay
I am a human
I have a voice
You are not
You are a friend
You are a lover
You are not
You are a human
You have a voice
We are people
We have thoughts
And we have feelings
We are humans
We are equal
We have a voice
No! (A cry against homophobics)No!No! (A cry against homophobics)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rubbing dirt on a wound is not a rational treatment
You can’t continue to push someone down
And expect them to stand
Try to tell them that they are treated as equal
When they can’t even be joined hand in hand
And you say that you’re civilized people??!
When you won’t let a man love a man???
But you’ll cover a shotgun disaster
With a wedding that neither parent had planned
With no choice, force their hand on the matter
Yet two willing and loving are morally banned??
You are not doing work to be admired
When you go out and picket against open gays!
You’re cheering when a gay man is fired
Celebrating in their pain, and insist it’s okay
Because this is the life God inspired
And He works in mysterious ways
Well, I didn’t know that God required
Hatred along with loving thy neighbor and praise
Forgive me, my God, if I’m mistaken
But it doesn’t feel right to treat them this way
Because they are different, we should hate th
To Be Young: Chap. 2 Burns/SmithersIn His ImageTo Be Young: Chap. 2 Burns/Smithers2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His excitement mounted as he neared Burns' Manor, peddling as fast as his old hand-me-down bike would carry him. He couldn't wait to show Mr. Burns a smile that wasn't full of metal for once. He skidded to a stop directly in front of the black, wrought iron gates. These strange, new feelings he'd developed for Mr. Burns were a little scary and at times overwhelming for the sixteen-year-old to fully understand.
It wasn't that he was naive about such matters of the heart, but it was the fact that this was Mr. Burns he was dealing with, a man of the world. A real old fashioned gentleman with refined taste and all the frills of the posh lifestyle. He had really lived the high life and had rubbed elbows with the best of them from celebrities to the big-shot millionaires.
He'd had a life full of adult experiences, gorgeous women, a closet full of expensive clothes and shiny polished shoes. What could he possibly ever see in little Waylon Smithers Jr, a mere ghost of his f
David and JonathanProbably the most well-known relationship mentioned in the Bible was the one between David and Jonathan, who were regarded by some as homosexual lovers, and by others as merely close companions like brothers.And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul. (1 Samuel 18:1)The primary meaning of the word ahab is sexual and romantic love, though it can also be used to describe a mutual friendship love or a love from God to man. The word nephesh is translated here as "soul" and it refers primarily to the life and passion of the person. The word qashar is translated as "knit" meaning to bind, in a literal sense or a figurative sense such as forming a league or as a tie to the person.David and Jonathan2 years ago in Historical More Like This
When qashar and nephesh are put together, it describes a uniting of souls or binding of passion. Added to the word ahab, this would refer
Conversations (crackers and fruit chew)I crawl under the sheets of the bed and lean back on the head board getting comfortable. I have Tabasco sauce in one hand, sodas crackers in the other. I open the crackers carefully smiling to myself, I couldn't wait to taste the salty spicy goodness on my tongue. I open the Tabasco sauce and put a few drops on the cracker and shove the whole cracker in my mouth.Conversations (crackers and fruit chew)1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
After a few crackers I stop, I reach into my back pocket and pull out a fruit leather. I open it and shove it in my mouth, why chew?
She walks in and sighs flopping onto the bed next to me, she looks over and her eyes widen. "Uh... I know you're not eating crackers in my bed...."
"Hm?" I'm still chewing my fruit chew.
She frowns and sits up "Mackenna! You're going to get crumbs in my bed!"
"No no... I shoved the whole cracker in, there's no way I got crumbs in your bed."
She's looks skeptical and narrows her eyes looking down at my lap. "don't move.."
I laugh "I'm telling you the
WingsOn a cliff, way out in the desertWings3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A girl with jet black hair stands
A tear-stained face,
A bloodied arm,
And a wounded heart.
In her life, she's never flown,
Always trapped by expectation,
The will of the world always caging her soul.
So she jumps,
Eyes closed, arms out,
Ready to feel the world lose its grip on her heart.
She flies through the desert
On a pair of broken wings.
She flies through the city far too intent
On trapping her soul forever.
She rejects the pills one final time,
Gliding through the smog,
And evading gunfire.
The world struggles to regain her
As she flies through the desert again.
Her broken, bloodstained wings
Carry her through the desert
Until she can run no more.
Until she lands softly,
Into the arms of the ones
She sees in the newspapers, on TV,
They give her a gentle landing,
A safe haven, and a new bulletproof heart.
They've lived through hardship,
A life on the run,
And their wings are torn and damaged
By the wi
Such Thing As SinMy mom was silent as her fingers lightly traced the red splotch on my lower neck; she tucked a strand of my brunette hair behind my ear and mumbled, "Be careful."Such Thing As Sin1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the first to notice.
"Is that a hickey on your neck?" Eric asks the next day when I walk past. He is sitting on the couch over coffee and his eyes peer up over his glasses.
"Yeah," I say, reaching up to attempt to hide it, "I guess it is."
He smiles-more like smirks- and sets his cup down, "I think I'll need a proper introduction to this boy tomorrow."
I swivel so my feet face him, probably bracing myself, "Um, well…..actually….you have met her, you know, Ellie, the one that goes for coffee with me, yeah, we have feelings for each other and-"
"And I think I love her."
My mother drops whatever she is doing in the kitchen and makes her way to where I stand, "Honey-"
"You're not in love," Eric states, rising from the couch, "You're sixteen."
"I think I know who I am, and I think I know who I love; it's not really
MichaelFor all these years I've lived in blindness,Michael5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw only what they wanted me to.
When all you wanted was to Heal the World,
They turned away from you.
When you cried out Leave Me Alone,
They wouldn't listen.
In ignorance I joined them,
I couldn't see the Man in the Mirror.
But then my eyes were opened,
And I could see the truth.
You stole my heart like a Smooth Criminal,
Never to return it.
Now,it doesn't matter if you're Black or White,
I can only see an angel.
The Way You Make Me Feel is incredible,
Like nothing I've never felt.
You don't have to worry,
If anyone hurts you,there will be Blood on the Dance Floor.
I just wanted you to know,You Are Not Alone,
I will always be with you.
And if they ask why I love you,
I'll tell them it's Human Nature.