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
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
One Last SongThey didn't see the signs.One Last Song3 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..."
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!
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 Earth4 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.
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'.
Fan Love?: Chapter 5Fan Love?: Chapter 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ImmortalHDFilms Fan fiction.
It's been three weeks since Aleks and Darrian first met. In those weeks, both Darrian and Aleks have been talking to each other, nonstop. She came over his house couple of times and did some gameplays for YouTube with Aleks. Or just texting one another. Or her, Aleks, Eddie, and Brittany would hang out somewhere in town.
Summer break was over for Brittany. She had to go back to Indiana and go to school. For Brittany's last day everyone spent the whole day together. They went out to town, going to places they've never went too.
Eddie wasn't leaving until next week, he had some friends that was down in Florida, he was going to hang out with. So pretty much Aleks or Darrian weren't going to see him on his last week.
It was night, Darrian wasn't doing much, just watching some movies, and texting Aleks and Brittany. It was a normal night for Darrian. After a while her phone started to ring. She looked at cal
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.