Why Puerto Ricans are so CoolWhy Puerto Ricans are so Cool6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are a mix of the best of every race.
Our legal drinking age is 18.
We can't care less what other people think of us.
We are not only bilingual but we can speak "Spanglish"
Our women are the most beautiful in the world, (5 Miss Universe)
We are LATIN, and yet AMERICANS
Mofongo (that's all I have to say)
In PR, any road will take you to a beach..... or a pub.
We are the only "territory" of another country with our own Olympic teams.
We do everything under the sun... because we CAN!
Because even though we are a territory we are still a whole NATION.
We don't need to take vacations to be in a tropical paradise.
In PR everything is really close.
I can call you sir ("USTED"), and insult you in the same sentence.
Our Spanish is completely different than any other Spanish speaking country.
We all have cool nicknames.
We have the best athletes in the world.
We make some of the best coffee of the world.
WE CAN DANCE!!!!!!!!!
They come from around the world to hire our engineers and scientists
Heart EaterTake my heart and tear it up;Heart Eater4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Play with the strings and drink the blood.
Did you have fun?
Was it worth it?
Hope you're glad I'm broken now.
I'm leaning against the corner wall,
The bleeding hole where my heart should be is
Still leaking blood from my feelings for you,
And I watch you with eyes of glass
As I see you with another.
Holding their hand and smiling wide,
Your teeth still stained with my blood.
Only now do I realize
The collection of hearts
You keep deep inside your stomach.
To YouTo the boy with the ocean in his eyes,To You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know if you remember, but you saved me once
I was drowning, and so very tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open
but I didn't care if I fell asleep
I didn't care if I never woke up
I was sinking. I was falling, deeper and deeper
My heart was so heavy, and I didn't want to go on breathing
I didn't want to even try
I had given up, counted myself as lost
But you reached for me,
you pulled me out of the darkness
Do you remember now?
When you held me, and you whispered that I was going to be ok
You promised. You promised that everything would be ok and that you would never let me go
But you did
I won't say my heart is broken
Because it's not
It's just a little bit numb, a little bit cold, a little bit tired
of trying to love someone that refuses to be loved
Why won't you let me save you?
All my life, I've thought of myself as weak
But now I am strong enough to admit that I might be alone for awhile
And I'm ok with that
I will be good enough
The GuillotineDown on the hill a guillotine stood,The Guillotine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And on it a man with a thick black hood,
"Woe are the ones who stand on this spot,
And vile are the ones," said he, "Who do not."
The first to go was an innocent man,
Or so I thought as a peasant can,
Down the blade came with efficient speed,
And so the shined metal began it's feed.
The second to die I did not know,
I just knew it was I who did not go,
The wood became dark and black to the sight,
And none spoke a word of loss that night.
Third was a woman with short, severed hair,
And in shock we pretended we did not care,
Down came the blade and none spoke a word,
Not a sob, or protest, or thought was heard.
The fourth, I admit with a bought of despair,
Was a child with a mood and eyes so fair,
I said not a word, but it broke my soul,
And the rest of that night was foreboding and cold.
It took the lives of women and men,
The desperate, old, and those under ten,
And so stood one, the finalist, me,
The silent, the innocent, and the dead to be.
The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Because wakefulness seems a misuse of time
Of precious dreaming
My darling boy,
Do you not know?
You are a dream
Imitation of LifeImagine being in a coma,Imitation of Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in a shell of flesh and bone,
Your own body your coffin in which you are nailed shut,
Yet you can't die,
Machines keeping you alive,
Breathing for you,
Your soul inside this beating body,
Yet feigning a false life,
A sick, bitter, twisted image of its former self.
Can you imagine what it would be like if you were comatose,
Or unable to move,
Your body being basically dead,
Yet your mind is all there,
Thinking, hearing, listening and interpreting everything around you,
Yet you can do nothing,
You couldn't respond if you wanted to,
It would drive you insane.
Would you want to die?
Or hold onto this imitation of life,
Whilst you pray in this numb casket,
To be free of the wires, an sockets hooking you up to life,
Hoping for a chance of waking,
Able to return as normal as possible to your previous life,
If that's even possible.
The Devil Went Down to GeorgiaThe Devil Went Down to Georgia: What Really HappenedThe Devil Went Down to Georgia6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once Upon a Time
There was a boy named Johnny. He was an extremely talented fiddle player. Many considered him to be a prodigy. There was no one better than him in the entire world, and he knew it. This gave him a quality of extreme self confidence to the point where several people considered him to be a prick. He didnt care what others thought though. He was good, and that is all that mattered.
One calm southern day, Johnny decided to take his fiddle and head to the woods to play. After practicing for a few hours, he saw a young man in a suit staring at him. Who the hell is this freak? Johnny thought to himself. The man seemed flustered, like he was running late for something. Suddenly, the man smiled and jumped onto hickory stump.
Hello lad, the man greeted in a thick British accent. I am the Devil. I am in a bit of a rush Im afraid, but I was wondering if you would
"Happily Ever After"Happily ever afters"Happily Ever After"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are not always written
Sometimes, the heroine is slain,
The prince doesn't get the girl,
A princesses curse isn't lifted,
And tears are in the eyes of the reader.
When the plagues terrorize the people
And the locusts ravage the harvest
Yes, there are no
"Happily ever afters" here
HiddenI lie aloneHidden6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here in the dark,
Without a single
My heart and mind;
Tied in a knot.
The tension is
Much too hot.
I can't sleep.
My eyes won't stay shut.
It seems my life
Is stuck in the rut.
A thousand thoughts;
Buzzing around in my head.
"You're worrying too much.",
Is what everyone's said.
But they don't understand,
All the secrets I hold;
All these truthful worries and hurts
That can never be told.
RebirthStars take the night,Rebirth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As does the sun take the day,
We sing and we dance,
We laugh and we play.
Clouds take the sky,
And rain takes the earth,
Our tragedies begin,
And in the end is rebirth.
Waves lap the shore,
And music takes the air,
Twirl in a dress,
And laugh without a care.
Wind carries the tune,
And life lights a path,
From here it's your own,
You do the math.
Broken HaloHer halo is brokenBroken Halo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her perfection, cracked
Her innocence was stolen
And it's never coming back
She can't change her past
She can't change what's done
But her words can change the world
She can show it's not all games and fun
He did terrible things
No one will ever know why
He tore her heart to pieces
He made that little girl cry
Her halo is broken
Her perfection, cracked
Her innocence was stolen
And it's never coming back
Each morning she feels the pain
As if renewed by a new day
But what burns her inside more
Is that he will never pay
She remembers it quite clearly
And the memory still makes her cry
The thought of what happened then
Makes her want to die
Her halo is broken
Her perfection, cracked
Her innocence was stolen
And it's never coming back
He stole her innocence,
Gave her perfection that crack,
He shattered her poor halo
And he's never coming back
Just One More KissWarning: Contains mild m/m romanceJust One More Kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Freddy x Justin
Preview Line: His words were like liquid fire running down Justin's body, scorching him, yet warming him in ways he'd only dreamed about.
"This is your new personal assistant, Justin Boliviar," his mother said as Justin froze just inside of the doorway and locked eyes with familiar green ones.
Justin had seen this guy just a week ago at a local bar. Justin was a teenager, only seventeen, but he worked as an assistant for his mother's music studio, and from time to time, he helped her out with some of the local bands. On this particular occasion, he'd been shadowing a co-worker in order to get the gist of the job when he happened to meet this strange fellow who'd introduced himself as Freddy Marcus.
Freddy's band had been at the bar performing that night, but Justin had been too busy trying to learn his new job to really notice. Of course, there was no way he could've known Freddy's band would show up a wee
Just OneI see that I'm the only oneJust One4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With my hand up in the air.
I feel sorrow creeping over me,
But I don't want to care.
All I want is to be different,
But I don't want to be alone.
I just want someone with me,
Holding his hand up on his own.
Witch HuntThese daughters of the nightWitch Hunt6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burn and twirl in the flames,
soon to be forgotten,
and left to graves with unmarked names.
Fallen angels accused of sorcery
and dealings with the dark,
their innocence won't save them
nor their purity of heart.
The black rain falls upon them
and the ravens start to cry
as the townspeople start to gather
to watch these young girls die.
These so called daughters of Satan
will burn in flames of red.
Hate and misunderstanding
will leave these poor souls dead.
Death to the innocent
in hopes they burn in hell
but is that where they truly go?
Only Satan could possibly tell.
AsphodelA beckoning:Asphodel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watercolour sky shrinking,
too late, teeth fall; pearls
from a broken string.
Blink and the moon ignites—
but the sheets are still
ElsewhereNights like these I stay awake watching glass shardsElsewhere2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shine in heaven-light, and my mother says that I should go, Elsewhere.
Rain doesn't stop for the little losts—underwater at one o'clock;
still the streetlights blaze like midnight suns, and whale song drifts
past parked cars.
Nights like these I am waterlogged, wandering, and I don't find
Atlantis just a sofa downtown where the whale lovesongs are raindrop-borne,
slipping through the window and dripping onto hands. I remind myself I am
only alone, though missing—the weight of my cat on my feet and my
sister's soft sleeping.
Let the Forest Listen...Once upon a time, there was a young girl who had an idea, but she had no one to share it with. Frustrated by the lack of interest from the people around her, she decided to turn to the woods. She learned to trust the forest and shared her ideas with the life there, because she knew that since the beginning of time, trees had listened...Let the Forest Listen...6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I feel like I am in a dream right now, and that everything I hear, think and feel is nothing but an illusion. Everything, even time itself has lost it's realms of earthly perception in my mind. I feel like something is about to give, let go, and that I am at the end of a road that eventually leads to nowhere. Now is the time to venture on a path of my own, away from the world.
I feel like I am one so small here, without voice, even to those who dwell in the woods. I am alone as the trees sleep. How I wish I could be one of them...
Do trees keep secrets from man, or do we keep them from the forest? I don't think trees can
Stars, Bars and Midnight CarsI watched them landStars, Bars and Midnight Cars6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surveyed the band
Heard that hollow lasting ring
Of bugles and of plastic strings
To serenade what fuel should bring
Across the miles and clearing skies
I saw their shattered widowed wives
For there were planes with death their load
Until we rolled upon the road
To tombs so we could sing a hymn
And raise a stone to breathless kin
Glory dressed in polished best
They fired east then fired west
And even clear in shining gear
These mortal men were rendered drear
By bright bouquets and glowing sun
Still that giant burned unmoved
1,001 NightsIn a land of1,001 Nights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
Double PrejudiceThis is a story that will most likely ruffle a few feathers, but it's one I feel must be told, for my heart's sake if nothing else. Before we delve into this, I advise you in advance to read this thoroughly, from the beginning to the end, before you pass any form of judgment.Double Prejudice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was little, I used to think the word "gay" only stood for "joy" or "lightheartedness." Then, of course, as I got older, when the window of innocence was shattered, it took on an entirely new meaning. You're probably thinking this is one of those "coming out of the closet" stories, but quite the opposite is true.
I am not gay.
Loving someone of the same gender never once crossed my mind. In fact, to this very day, I've never fully understood how that was even possible. Whenever I ask someone, the only answer I get runs along the lines of, "That's just the way they are. They were born that way." As if being gay were as natural as a bird flying or a fish swimming.
In my case, it wasn't that much of a deal unti
The Light of HopeThe golden sun disapeared from the sky.The Light of Hope3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world was left with a single question: why?
The sun had cast it's bright rays touched those in need.
With his light it helped faith grow from a seed.
The sun was taken and had done nothing wrong.
There was hope that the sun would be back before long.
On the third day he rose.
The people whispered he glows.
The day was glorious when the sun came back from the dead.
He would save man from the terror of death's bed.
The sky errupted in gold, purple, pink and was no longer blue.
The sun will again rise and save you...
Falling ApartFalling apart,Falling Apart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming their names,
Not one of them came back to me.
Lost in my thoughts,
Wondering if anyone cared what they were.
Hand stretching out idly,
Wishing there was someone to hold it.
Everything breaking down,
My heart corrodes away under my lifeless stare.
SundropoSundrop2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
rise and rage
with a new year
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
Defending Sanity My name is Winter. I'm 17 years old. And apparently, I'm crazy.Defending Sanity5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When people find out where I am, they ask "Are you depressed? Are you schizo? Do you cut?". The answer is no. To all of them. I'm here because of self-defense, but no one believed me. They assumed I was homicidal instead. And since I'm underage and there are some problems at home, they didn't send me to prison and instead, diagnosed me with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (no idea how they came up with that). Sometimes, I wish they had sent me to prison though. I'd much rather spend 4 years there than where I am today.
Currently, I live at St. Francis Behavioral Center, but I'll soon be transferred to Jestorial Mental Institution. I hate it here and I know Jestorial is only going to be worse. You're probably saying "It can't be that bad!". Well, trust me. It is. First of a