Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,
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
One Last SongThey didn't see the signs.One Last Song2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They should've read between the lines.
Her lifestyle they scorned,
and for this reason, they mourned...
She suffered in silence.
Her sorrow, a cadence.
With her life they had gambled,
but with her world in shambles,
they had gone all-in and lost.
They should've known the cost...
In front of the grave, a boy thought of the girl he'd forsaken.
He wished this was a nightmare from which he'd awaken.
He was her high-school sweetheart,
but they had drifted apart.
Once he had left her alone,
the suicidal thoughts found a home...
On her guitar, sad notes she played,
whilst overhead, a noose had swayed.
From quivering lips, she sang one last time.
Shutting out a million thoughts, she managed a rhyme...
"Mother, father, I have a confession...
This song shall never be completed,
for I battled with depression,
and depression succeeded..."
My DreamDear: ReaderMy Dream3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I have a dream. A dream that I know I will one day accomplish, and when I do, I will have you to thank for it. Yes, you, the one reading this. You see, my dream is all about you. In fact, I suppose that you could say my dream relies on you. I understand that this may seem confusing, so let me explain.
My dream is to become a writer; a famous writer!
My dream is to inspire dreams, and to encourage imagination. To teach, and to be taught. My dream is to connect with the world around me, and to share with it what I believe, and what I treasure. So let me stop, right now, and tell you...
Thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read my words, and to live my imagination. Thank you for supporting me; for telling me what you love and what I can improve. It is your support, your words, that keep me writing, and therefor perusing my dreams. One day, when I reach that dream, I will have you to thank for it. Thank you.
I was blown away, recently, seriously mind blown! I was on one
The Five People You Meet On EarthWe are mortal. We are not everlasting, and our journey must someday come to an end. Whether that someday be next week or in 50 years, it is never foreseen or wanted in the slightest bit. We, in our youth, roll our eyes at the mere mention of death as if we are invincible when, in reality, death is as real to us as it is to a cancer patient. Death is the top feared in the world, above all else. What is there to fear of death but the pain of losing someone, though? We've all had that someone whom we assumed would never leave us, but is now nothing but an unadorned memory. In my case, this was my grandfather.The Five People You Meet On Earth3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Hey do you want to come? We're going to visit Grandpa in the hospital," my mother said, rather loudly. My grandpa had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and this was the first time my mother invited my brothers and me to come along. I hesitated, debating whether or not to go.
"Uhh... I don't think so. Next time!"
How was I to know he had only one short month left?
MusicI close my eyes and I turn up the volumeMusic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I listen to the sweet sound thats coming from the speakers
It sooths my nerves and calms me
It helps me when Im mad or when Im sad
I feel myself drift away
Getting lost in the rhythm and the words.
ForlornCriss-cross, applesauce.Forlorn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at me! Sad and lost.
Ripped and bruised and all cut up,
Who will clean my palate off?
Engine, engine, number nine
Don't doubt me, I'm just fine!
Hide my wrists and legs, oh dear!
Ignore me now and just stay clear.
One, two, three, four
Always coming back for more!
Sliced up nice and glued again,
Who would ever be my friend?
Five, six, seven, eight
Who can keep their thoughts straight?
Run and jump and scream and fly,
Please just stop--stop being shy!
Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man!
Youthful dreams that go kablam!
Hardened soul and ripped out heart--
Poor, poor you without a start!
Ring around the rosy,
I feel warm and cozy.
No more, no more,
Why'd I let my heart soar?
Hope is gone and dreams are torn,
And I can't help but be forlorn.
Numbed down now and can't look back,
Killed inside with one big thwack!
9/11I know that you're a stranger,9/112 years ago in Personal More Like This
But I want to hold your hand.
As we fly away from the flames,
And we'll scream before we hit land.
Nobody knows my name or yours,
They just know that we're dead.
Would you rather burn to death,
Or will you fly instead?
It's such a shame that this happened,
Things will never be the same.
What gives them motivation,
To help them fly the plane?
We're looking for a reason,
Only heaven knows why.
We can look away and forget all this,
Or we can face the sky.
Have you ever woken up at night,
And felt like you were falling?
Well, this time it is real,
And you won't wake up in the morning.
So, why don't you take my hand?
We can get to know eachother as we jump.
It's much better than burning,
All the blood that my heart pumps.
We'll be famous and remembered,
But the survivors will be heroes.
Nobody will know our identities,
They can't find the ones and zeros.
But as we paint the whole town red,
Strangers, holding hands,
As we break the paper chain,
And snap the rub
Jolton Soft VoreIt had been a week since you first set off on your expedition and you were beginning to think that this whole thing was a waste of time, after all it was only a rumour that there was a giant Jolton out here there had been no scientific information about it. However if you were able to track it or even just get a photograph of it that would surely make you millions. But you are not sure whether the humidity or the loneliness but you were beginning to feel you were losing your Sanity.Jolton Soft Vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your base camp consisted of only a small one-man tent pitched on the moist ground there was also a length of rope tied between two trees which acted to dry your wet clothes. You had decided to camp next to the river for washing and bathing purposes. Ignoring the warning you had been given of wild Croconaw coming out on to the bank at night. There was also a small pile of ashes where you had built a fire last night, you yawn it had been a rough night last night, rain had pulverised your tent and a knoctowl h
The Little ThingsThe Little ThingsThe Little Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lake shone a bright, lustrous blue in the early afternoon sun. The sunlight glinted off the water under a perfectly cloudless sky. The water was smooth, with no wind to stir it as it lapped gently along the Michigan shoreline with the tide. The air was filled with the sound of people and the beach was pockmarked with the imprints of countless footprints in the dry, grainy sand. The sound of screaming children could be heard as they ran up and down the beach, expending their nearly boundless energy in some great adventure or game.
A man lay in the sand, smiling with his eyes closed. His hands were crossed behind his head as he let the sun's gentle, warm caress envelope his body. His close-cropped hair was splayed across his forehead and his heels dug lazily into the sand. His swim trunks were still dry, as he was content to stay and soak up the sun's rays for a while. He wore a colorful, flower-covered Hawaiian shirt, perfect for a day at the beach. He had waited a
MirrorI look in the mirror,Mirror2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what do I see?
a disgusting reflection
staring back at me.
Perfection and beauty,
I'm simply not the person
whom I want to be.
Flawed and broken,
inside and out;
the truth is that I'm someone
the world can go on without.
Finding a friend in the strangest placeAleks had been bitten a couple months after the outbreak, he had foolishly let a friend in after being convinced they weren't bitten.Finding a friend in the strangest place2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now, almost a year later, the Zombies haven't lessen in numbers, but they haven't increase either.
They've found people who are immune. And those are instantly put into training to become Zombie Hunters.
Once they've been qualified, each person learns either quicker or slower, and the faster you learned, the faster you reacted, the better you rank.
Eddie is immune, he was one of the faster learners, and scaled quickly through the ranks the more he went out and got rid of problems.
It didn't take long for him to become the best of the best.
He was the one who got called when Zombies proved to be more of a problem to more of the Hunters.
He would go in on his own, and come back barely two days later with the problem solved and not a scratch on him.
That's why he was called in for this.
"What's up?" He questions, once he's pulled into th
ExpectationsExpected eyes,Expectations4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Of these decisions I am expected:
To choose right,
Make no mistakes,
Make them proud
And to not disappoint.
Despite this me that's screaming to be let free
I am expected:
To stay quiet,
Not let it out,
To be a perfect doll--
At least until the night's done.
It's all too much to bear.
How can you meet up to perfect?
What hurts the most is the knowledge
That I have no wings to soar over those set bars,
And instead must admire them from the ground,
Accompanied by my shame.
MuteI rip out my vocal cordsMute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One at a time
With no disregard towards
The blood and gore I'm
Getting on my rotting palms
No one cares anyways
They wouldn't care if I was dropping bombs
They're too wrapped up in their own days
Why make myself mute
Now they can't hear me complain
About my oh so very cute
And insignificant pain
Now they won't need
To suffer anymore
They will be freed
From me, only a constant sore
Alone I BreakI need to wake upAlone I Break2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been oblivious for too long
Just open my eyes
Though all along
I've known that I was wrong
I pushed everyone away
Wouldn't open up to anyone
I'm so broken up inside
I can't keep acting like I'm strong
When did I become addicted
To punishing myself
Purposely contracting sickness
So I can ruin my health
Then make myself believe
That its the fault of someone else
But I've known all along
I built this hell for myself
Is this what I want
To die all alone
Bathed in this darkness
Feeling cold to the bone
Its easy to picture my death
Maybe I've just always known
I'll die on my own
With my sins left unatoned
TheriansFeel the paws, with the claws.Therians6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feel the wings, gaining air.
Today, I show you quite a scare.
Some of us belong under the sea,
Or others belong up a tree,
I belong in the air,
But the ground might be fair.
Therians, we are.
But i'm sure each of us will make it far,
We are the animals,
Nothing more than mammals.
But we are rabbits,
Some are Fish,
that are swedish,
You may pass us on the street,
Or while eating wholewheat,
But you will never know,
Who we are also.
Some of us may look plain,
But some of us this secret stains,
Some of us hate,
What has been assigned by fate,
But some of us cherish,
And hope you don't find this foolish,
Ourselves and our belief,
With a lot of relief,
We ourselves are the animals,
The mammals locked in zoos,
Are what we are,
But we will go far.
Rebel Darlin'In those damned fairytales,Rebel Darlin'3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have the pitiful princess
Trapped in a tower
Or they're with those bitchy step sisters
And some beyond gorgeous man comes
And sweeps her off her feet.
The princess is always beautiful
And a man's fantasy.
Luscious long, blonde hair
And the flawless height of 5'10.
Not a stray hair
And not a zit on her face.
The prince always is the dark-haired 'cutie'
And the one with those emerald green eyes.
Always taller than the blonde haired beauty
And always compassionate with his horse of white.
I'm not your average princess-
Hell no, I'm not even similar to a princess.
I like rock music, not classical,
I'm tan, not pale,
And I'm not always nice- I can be a bitch.
I may not be your princess charming...
But I'll always be your rebel darlin'.
Stolen My HeartYou've stolen my heart and it's not fair.Stolen My Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know if I could, I'd be there,
But the distance only brings me pain.
I almost feel like I'm going insane.
I don't know what I should do.
I feel like I'd be better without you.
To love someone that I could hold.
This computer screen's a little cold.
I love you more than I thought I could,
But the question is whether I should.
So many guys that want my heart,
But you had it from the very start.
And now that I know that we might be.
I could never give up that possibility.
I pretend it's not so obviously true.
I'd do anything to be with you.
I'd wait a year. I'd wait forever.
I just want us to be together.
Caught in his webDuring the early hours of the day, a silver haired naga was making his way through the forest. His name was Ikiru and he certainly wasn't your average naga. Ikiru was kind, gentle, sweet and playful while others of his species were rather mean and cruel. His brethren shunned him for being a softy, but Ikiru didn't really mind that. The only thing bothering him was that he felt so lonely all on his own.Caught in his web5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He tried to remedy that in every possible way, which is why he often looks for prey. Other species, especially the inferior ones were seen as food and while Ikiru did enjoy eating others, his kind heart couldn't bear the thought of hurting someone. Luckily nagas have a special system that allows them to let the prey go free, but sadly Ikiru was the only one who made use of that.
Wandering through the forest he was looking for some prey, mostly because he wanted someone to cuddle and play with, but also because he was hungry.
His last meal had left a few days ago and though Ikiru had been