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.6 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>
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-67 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."
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 Better7 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
Emergence - nokrosDarkness.Emergence - nokros10 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.
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages.6 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
A Letter to MeDear Me,A Letter to Me4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know sometimes the days seem long and the nights even longer. I know there are times you would hide from the world. You feel the weight on your shoulders, and see the accusing glares.
I'm here to tell you that it does get better. The sun does shine through the worst of our depression. It's there when you're ready to reach out and grab onto the ribbon of laughter.
Don't worry about those flashbacks, honey. There was a time when you had to deal with it alone, but that isn't the case anymore. No matter where it takes you, when you come back, you'll always have a strong person who loves you for who you are...imperfections and all. He doesn't care that you check out for chunks of time and can't always explain or even know it happened. He loves you and will watch over you while you're gone.
Don't fret about the past. Don't fret about the future. You can keep on living. Everything is going to be okay now. Not everyone may understand, and hell, some may look down on you for it, but
Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl3Chapter 1Chocolate Mess - angelcowgrl37 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
I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis
Bio-errors in Prehistoric ParkBio-errors in Prehistoric Park6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Animal Planet Show "Prehistoric Park" is a great show, but has a few biological inaccuraties. For example:
1) Scientist aren't really sure that Tyrannosaurus Rex live in large packs. You don't see Polar Bears packing together year round.
2) In theory, triceratops live in much smaller herds, like moose do.
3) In a picture, it shows that Theo the Triceratops has grinding teeth, but in reality, Triceratops have shearing teeth that work like scissors.
4) The theory that Ornithomimus filter-feeds is alittle bit discredited (but it still could be possible though).
5) Since the snout of the Triceratops is delicate, it can't be used for charging (suggesting that the Triceratops stands it's ground and gores it enemy with it's two eyebrow horns).
6) Microraptors can't possibly spread it's legs out like it did without popping its legs out of the sockets.
7) The titanosaurs necks aren't really THAT flexible.
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.6 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.
lightening bolt eyes.he has lightening bolt eyes and one fucking killer smile.lightening bolt eyes.6 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.Teatime3 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
for you.If you;for you.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.
have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you still
r e a l l y feel.
have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.
have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.
This is for you.
Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes hard. It becomes desolate. You're isolated and you're just stranded. You're trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the viole
still.one.still.6 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."
Diary of a Madman July 30thDiary of a Madman July 30th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
July 30, 1988
Today is my birthday and my loving husband bought me a wonderful gift - you. I guess after we found all of my old diaries stored in the attic, he knew I would love to have a new one. So today I am overjoyed to have such a loving husband. By the way, Diary, his name is Kurt. We have been married for 3 years and we have never been happier.
Kurt couldn't get out from work early, or so that is what he told me. He wants me to meet him at my favorite restaurant tonight. Of course, it's a surprise party. It's more than obvious; but I'm still wondering who will be there. Sally and Steve, for sure. Maybe the Carlsons will be there? Maybe my parents? I'm so excited this morning I woke up and he had this beautiful dress hanging on the door with a note. That said how much he loved me and
I killed another woman today. She was very pretty, Diary. She looked almost like Sarah. She had the same long brown hair and slim figure. I really miss Sarah.
Facts about Chuck NorrisThis is every chuck Norris joke known to chuck Norris (not to man for chuck Norris i THE man every one else is just a man)Facts about Chuck Norris8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
They once named a freeway after Chuck Norris, but they had to change it, because no one crosses Chuck Norris . . . AND LIVES!
Chuck Norris docent swim, water just likes to be around him.
When Chuck Norris fights vampires, he doesn't need wooded pointed stakes to kill them. His fists are the stakes.
Helen Keller's favorite color is Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris is a radical republican conservative that hates gays, women, atheists due to his small mind and cloistered upbringing.
Volcanoes exist only because Chuck Norris needs coffee in the mornings...He still says it isn't hot enough.
Chuck Norris never got an academy award for acting... because he's not acting.
Chuck Norris is not a Gary Stu. A Gary Stu is a wannabe Chuck Norris.
There was an universe until Chuck Norris destroyed it. Then came our universe.
Chuck Norris once challenged God to fight him. God wagered heav
He remembersThere are days when he forgets. Sometimes it’s the date, the year, sometimes it’s the time, sometimes where he put his glasses. Sometimes he forgets how to make coffee. Sometimes he forgets his own name, but he never forgets her. Even in the darkest hours he remembers her; her face, her laughter, her silver hair. He remembers how it used to be golden, in the early years, and how it gradually shifted from gold to silver. He loved it, her hair, in both colours. He remembers the numerous wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, he remembers how smooth her skin used to be, how soft, and the rosy pink on her cheeks when she blushed. Sometimes he forgets how long he has been standing in one place or when was the last time he went to the bathroom, but he never forgets how much it annoyed her how he used to gurgle after brushing his teeth. When she died, he finally stopped doing it. He’s not sure if it was because he doesn’t remember how to do it anymore, or if he finally reHe remembers1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thank YouI want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to say 'I don't know' when people ask where you are.Thank You7 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.
Thoughts by the BaySitting on the beach where life is out of reach,Thoughts by the Bay11 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 Memories - marz-m3When I first saw youThe Memories - marz-m38 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 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 Well11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
At HerEveryday you look right through me, right at her.At Her7 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.
9.11 is...9.11 is...6 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