Thank YouI want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to say 'I don't know' when people ask where you are.Thank You6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I want to thank you for making me cry every time I see a daughter with their father and their happy and I'm not.
Yeah it might be selfish but I don't care.
I want to thank you for not bothering to come and see me or find out where I am
I want to thank you for making my mom feel like she has all this weight on her shoulders.
I want to thank you for the opportunity of letting my mom tell me exactly what kind of man you are.
You're a low life
Scum of the Earth.
So thank you for making me not want to meet you.
Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl3Chapter 1Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl36 years ago in General More Like This
How did we get here? Better yet, how did I get here? It seemed only yesterday that I was happy with you, happy with the life weve made together. How can I make our children understand; how can I make you understand? I never meant for this to happen, I never meant to have my entire life change because of one person. I can see it now though, all the signs were so clear. Only if I had figured them out before I met you, before our two children were born. Now the pain Ive been going through for so many years has to be yours and theirs. For that I am sorry.
As a girl growing up in a small town, your options for dating were rather limited. I met Henry in High School our freshman year and we dated off and on throughout the four years. Henry was the pick of the litter, the cream of the crop. He could have had any girl he wanted, so I took it for granted that he cho
A Well Sometimes we search all of our lives for something and come out with nothing but tales to tell. It gives us doubt. Making us worry what our lives were here for. Then the tears start to pour and we look into the sky wondering why. But it does not matter because all we can do is go on with our lives. We are incomplete. Until that one day after we have given up hope and search it lands in our lap. Then we just think, "Why? Why god? Why did you make me suffer when you had the answer all along?" There is no reply, because he is not going to answer. You are not supposed to question him, but be happy with what has happened. It is not that easy. Not when the thing you wanted has controlled your entire life to a point it almost drove you to a maddening stage and reality slips away.A Well10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Thoughts by the BaySitting on the beach where life is out of reach,Thoughts by the Bay10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Comprehending my own speech, letting go of a leech.
The Bay Shore where I let my soul soar.
Letting knowledge come, with good company of old chums.
The wind lightly grows, as the water flows.
Looking for love, that which was sent from above.
First to learn myself, then to love thyself.
Only when I am whole, may I crawl from a dark hole.
When light in me grows, then I may show.
As sun goes down, I remove my frown.
Lifting from the ground I hear a sound.
Deep inside, a joyous song of pride.
All that I abide, a heart as my guide.
For all that I have tried, you are still by my side.
Love is everywhere, but seen nowhere.
Maybe we are all scared, of our hearts it could tear.
Step away from fear, and into another's heart you should peer.
I am not a seer to say, but as I sat and thought by the bay.
I can tell you, just take a glance, a simple view,
You might bite off more than can be chewed.
But remember we all have to do things that are new.
The Morality-Andalitebandit-6The claim in question today is "Homosexuality is morally wrong, because God says so." I disagree. I believe that a person's sexual orientation has nothing to do with morality. Just as it would be silly to condemn a person to eternal damnation and hell-fire for preferring the use of their left hand over their right (being left-handed), I think it is equally silly to condemn someone for preferring a person of the same sex over one of the opposite sex.The Morality-Andalitebandit-66 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Let's look at what part of the Bible supports this claim. A few sample translations from various publications include:
New International Version, first published in 1978: "Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable."
King James Version, first published in 1982: "Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination."
New English Translation, first published in 2005: "You must not have sexual intercourse with a male as one has sexual intercourse with a woman; it is a detestable act."
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but not the loving kind, the kind where taking a shower just isn't enough to get the smell of him off of me.
he's all wrapped up into disney movie, magic shit. when i know that he is just some dirty subliminal message, and i'll get sucked in.(but i'll tell myself it's not my fault, because my sub-conscious should be more aware, and i'll pinch myself to make sure i'm sleeping.)
i know that's not right. (anything to keep me asleep)
if and when he holds my hand he squeezes 3 times, and that means "i love you." and i am aware that i should squeeze back 3 times because that is just courteous to do. but for some reason i squeeze once, and that just means, "okay."
(there is this part of me that wishes my subconscious could catch
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and always decided i would leave as soon as they started bleeding. her arms are full of scars where she thought she felt something crawling up her skin, only to find she was still alone. i told her i was here, but she turned over(and i can still hear her uneven breathing)
and she told me she was <i>
lightening bolt eyes.he has lightening bolt eyes and one fucking killer smile.lightening bolt eyes.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
let me introduce you to whom i call "fire-fly."
he has ice white skin and something about the way his hair falls that makes me wish mine would conform to such a beauty.
looking at you for so long makes me feel. Really feel.
he calls them fire-flies but i say lightening bugs.
fire burns hot against his skin, and i can feel the heat in his heart
but lightening bolt eyes can destroy you.
but god, it's so beautiful first, but only at first.
he calls me his "freckled girl" and i call him my heart
and he says that i shine underneath the sun
like it was made for me, and only me
but he has telescope eyes, and those can see to the stars.
he has razor blade hip bones and they stab into me while i dream
lightening bolt eyes and freckles like stars
and in my bed at midnight is the perfect galaxy
and for a second we make one constellation
TeatimeIn January, Elsa got new neighbors. She greeted them with apple cinnamon tea.Teatime2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It gets so cold, here, they told her, shivering in overstuffed parkas. Snow had turned to mud in their front hallan unavoidable side-effect of moving in winter. Elsa nodded along to their complaints and observations, silently brewing the tea in their kitchen. They were young; they had big plans. Allison and Steve, newlyweds, just starting out. They sat on the cold floor together, sipping with chapped lips. The house filled with cinnamon.
In April, Allison knocked on Elsa's door. We're pregnant! White tea in a china teacup; the taste of flower petals and champagne. The last caffeine for the next eight months. Elsa let her keep the cup.
In May, Steve bought a carseat and a crib. Elsa helped him carry it inside. Flat-packed, but heavy. Sturd
still.one.still.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
her name is alice. there is a slight blood stain on the valley where her lips part, and her eyes are two supermassive black stars that can't show anything but hurt. she can't bring herself to look in the broken mirror puddles that are all over the ground.
(and i don't blame her)
she borrows her mother's raincoat because it smells like home. not the homes that are flooded with laundry soap or soft candles burning in the family room, but more like the paint she spilled on the carpet, or the whiskey on her father's breath.
(and sometimes, she swears she can smell her mother's sadness.)
when alice was little she remembers playing freeze tag with her mother. she remembers feeling anxious, and now she feels sick. "if daddy touches you, stay still, and don't make a sound."
9.11 is...9.11 is...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The day I died
You were listening to the hand stains slapping against skin
The day you died
I was executing an electronic rythm with it's corpse
To explain the way I enjoy hand wrapped sponge cake
Would be...practically inpheasable
Light and dark is starting too
bring us down, wouldn't you agree
Eh hem...turn off the lights will you?
To say my head is hurting
Is the equivelent to saying
We all have aquirred a taste for champagne
Which is not as good as it sounds
At HerEveryday you look right through me, right at her.At Her6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Everyday you look at me and see nothing, just a void.
Every day I look at you and I see everything.
Every day I look at you and know what I want.
But every day you just look right past me.
Right at her.
Emergence - nokrosDarkness.Emergence - nokros9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Looped in a fetal position, shrouded in velvet black. A corner.
Enclosure. Safety. Locked against the outside forces. Locked
against love... but also against hate.
Slowly, shivering, gaining the strength to stand. Stand, and grasp.
Groping in the dark for the door. Clutching the knob. Unsure.
Afraid. And yet... excited. Hopeful.
Turning the knob. Taking a breath. Pushing on the door, revealing a
glimpse of light. Warmth. Love. Understanding.
Smile. Encouragement. Support. Opening the door more. Happiness.
Relief. A peak at the wonderful world beyond. Excitement. Throwing
the door wide, then--
Blindness. Heat. Burning. Hate.
Crying. Screaming. Madly groping for the door, pulling it close.
The Memories - marz-m3When I first saw youThe Memories - marz-m37 years ago in General More Like This
I wanted nothing more then to hold your hand.
And we indeed held hands.
I kissed your forehead,
I kissed your cheek,
and wished nothing more then
to be with you the rest of eternity.
The light of the playing movie
in the empty movie theatre
illuminated your face with cool, blue light.
Your eyes danced with emotion.
I stroked your hands,
your delicate, beautiful hands,
Carressed your cheek
as if it were fragile paper
that might fall apart any moment.
You rested your chin on my shoulder
and whispered ever so softly,
"Where has the time gone?"
I ponder this and sigh
"Time goes where it always has:
into our beautiful and endless
I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
We're 26 and 25 now.
I the older, you the younger.
I cherish the moment
in the morning when I wake
to see your face,
sleeping peacefully in the warm light.
I smile at the sound of our little girl
jumping up and down on her bed,
the frame squeeking.
She'll never call us "Mom and Dad"
A Concept To Understand BetterSo, Who has ever been raped, violated, sexually assulted, or merely understand why One would feel dirty, and compulsively wash after such an experience.A Concept To Understand Better6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Understandable, isn't it?
Now imagine that horrible, dirty feeling running through every one of Your veins, right beneath Your skin.
Horrible, isn't it?
One would often judge those Who suffer Self-Mutilation.
Filthy. Horrible. Pathetic. Disgusting. Disgraceful. Coward. Sinner. Evil. Bad. Immoral. Wimp. Useless. Unworthy. Worthless. Yellow-Belly. Debris Of The Earth. Wicked. Corrupt. Damaged. Broken. Weak. Scoundrel. Repulsive. Unseemly. Waste. Reprobate. Degenerate. Good-For-Nothing. No-Good. Wrongdoer. Relpulsive. Miscreant. Malefactor. Trash. Wretched. Inadequate. Insufficient. Defective. Deficient. Spineless. Dismal Excuse For A Human Being.
... Shall I Continue???
You're not helping.
And that's not even the half of it.
And You're telling Them this, all the while, They have that horrible, dirty feeling running through every o
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
william.dreams make him vomit.william.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart.
(and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin is the color of milk, and lightly freckled. william keeps her safe, and has made a tiny door, where he keeps her in his heart.
(he wakes up next to an empty pillow, with an empty feeling)
william writes a book in his nightmares.
she is in every chapter. her legs stretch across every page, and taunt him with sex, and things that spiders are not allowed to touch. she holds
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired