Liberty and Justice for AllLove is defined as affection towards another person. This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman. Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love. The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either. Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married. Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this filth. Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.Liberty and Justice for All5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness. They
Joker Diaries Entry 1Joker Diaries Entry 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Today my mummy came to me in a dream. She had belts and braces and there was paint all over her face. She looked like a clown cause her nose as busted and bleeding. She told me, she said, "Son, your a bloody disgrace and an abortion of the world. Still, you always make me smile." Then she was gone...
FUnny dreams. I don't dream. ALl those others, they dream of who and what has been and gone. They dream of the future. If I were to dream, everyone would be laughing as I beat Harley with an accordion. It might even be fondly recalling when Barbara Gordon was shot in the spine, or that time we had Bats in the Asylum. Aaaaah, those were the days.
Today I am here at Arkham, the Asylum I sometimes call home. This cell needs a welcome mat. They always put me here, and there is always a Joker card on the mattress. Good old Gotham City! OH, how sad my life would be without you people! All I want to do is make you smiiiiiiiilee!! Smile and laugh until you die. It's sim
Sun SeekerSun Seeker1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A moon lit path
Through a dense wood
A canopy that shares
A few bare rays of illumination
Feel along with toes curled
Judging movements not yet made
Through velvet night
Eyes glittering like daylit skies
Skin warming against a
Bone cold reality
Echoing these footsteps
Forever in scarce moonlight
Smoczy Jezdzcy cz. 8Rozdział VlllSmoczy Jezdzcy cz. 81 year ago in Settings More Like This
- Wiesz, ciągle zastanawiam się o mojej przeszłości. Nie miałem zbyt sielskiego dzieciństwa. Jednak dzięki temu dowiedziałem się wiele o smokach Jamie zaczynał swoją opowieści, podczas gdy Jake wsłuchiwał się uważnie w jego słowa. Był bardzo ciekaw, co działo się w przeszłości Jamie'ego.
- Urodziłem się w Nowym Yorku. Mieszkałem z rodzicami, Samantą i Barney'em w małym domku na przedmieściach. Nie byliśmy zbyt bogaci, ale to co mieliśmy nam wystarczało. Pewnego dnia zdarzyło się coś, o czym nie zapomnę do końca życia. Na początku w ogóle w to nie wierzyłem. Tak jak każdy.
To był sierpień. Końcówka lata. Miałem 7 lat. Kończyliśmy obiad, gdy dach w naszym domu zaczął lekko drżeć. Pomyślałem,
Smoczy Jezdzcy cz.3Rozdział lllSmoczy Jezdzcy cz.31 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Podłoga zaczęła się trząść. Jak winda, powoli pięła się w górę. W końcu wszystko ustało. Jamie, Jake, Alex, Charlie, Lindsey oraz Will wybiegli z jaskini. Na dworze nie było już małego lasku i jaskini. Przed nimi stał wielki gad podobny do warana. Brązowe, szorstkie łuski były pokryte ziemią. Smok nie miał skrzydeł, stał na czterech łapach i miał około 12 metrów długości. Na plecach widać było liczne wypustki. Na łapach, ogonie, tułowiu i głowie osadzone były liczne skały i drzewa. Żółte oczy błyszczały w świetle księżyca. Bestia miała kły wielkości drzew. Na głowie widać było kilka kolców. Ogon mógł z łatwością zmiażdżyć górę. Smok jednak wyglądał
Smoczy Jezdzcy cz.2Rozdział llSmoczy Jezdzcy cz.21 year ago in Profiles More Like This
- Gdzie my w końcu idziemy? zapytał Jake, gdy razem z porywaczem Alexem, wysokim Jamie'im, długowłosą Charlie oraz blondynką Lindsey szli długim korytarzem w jaskini.
- Do głównej sali. Będziemy mogli tam spokojnie porozmawiać odezwała się wreszcie Charlie.
- Spotkamy tam się też z Will'em dopowiedział Jamie Nie mógł nas zaszczycić na początku.
W końcu cała piątka dotarła do wielkich, kamiennych drzwi. Alex pchnął je, po czym otworzyły się z hukiem.
- Silny jesteś powiedział całkiem zdezorientowany Jake. Wszyscy weszli do środka i usiedli przy wielkim stole. Siedział tam jeszcze jeden chłopak, oparty łokciem o stół.
Miał długie, czarne włosy i grzywkę zaczesaną na prawo. Był dość niski, nawet troc
The Story of ILutimus Prime, Chapter 6The Story of ILutimus Prime, Chapter 61 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Arcee has been wandering out side of the Operating room for quite sometime. Worried as ever about Bumblebee. "I am sure he will be alright, Arcee." She shot me a very worried look and Then sat down and hid her face under her knees. Arcee silently whispered to me " It hard losing someone.. that you really care about." I gave Arcee a slight Smile and gave the Last amulet to her. " You can give this to him when he gets out, im sure It will mean a lot to him and to you." I passed the Citrine amulet to her. Arcee Smiled. " Thanks." She looked back down at the amulet and held it close to her.
-----------Hours Later ---------
Bumblebee woke up from stasis and realized that there was no one in the operating room. he sat himself up, and Looked around. He stood up and walked outside. He saw everyone sitting in the main part of the base. Arcee stood up and Hugged him. " I thought we would of lost you." She hugged bumblebee tightly and let go. "This Is for you Bumbleb
OC's listOC's list2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1.Ratessa(Mysz)- myszoszczur/człowiek-moc: mocarz (kontrola nad innymi mocami i energiami) alterega: Affy, Pollyanna, Alfa, Omega, Assetar, Yobb, Ease.
2.Geronimo(Gerry)-/chomik europejski-moc: niewidzialność
3.James-jenot/człowiek-moc: uwalnianie się
4.Alice-koń/człowiek-moc: panowanie nad żywiołami
5.Velony-rybka welonka (złota rybka)/człowiek-moc: usypianie, a przebywanie w jej towarzystwie daje szczęście. Jest to uzalezniające, a im bardziej ktoś jest nieszczęśliwy tym szybciej i mocniej się uzaleznia od jej obecnosci. Odwrotność mocy Rubena (nr.182). Jest antidotum na jej moc
6.Mira (Czarna, Czarna busola)-gołąb karoliński/człowiek-moc: namierzanie miejsca (mentalnie, jeżeli chcesz trafić do konkretnego miejsca np. 'moje miejsce urodzenia' to ona ma tak
My Blood, My VengeanceGranting you forgiveness, none,My Blood, My Vengeance5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For what matters most is what you've done,
Don't take it too kindly,
Thinking you'll ever get away,
But alas, you are sadly mistaken,
If you think that even for a moment,
That you will ever get away,
I am patient, no more,
Crime that you committed,
Cannot be pardoned,
Your soul will not have peace,
I will hunt you down even as you plead,
I have no mercy,
I do not forgive,
I forget your crimes, not,
They are burned within my mind,
As I see the one I loved suffer,
From such an unspeakable sin,
How dare you even think,
That you could commit a crime,
Thinking it justified,
I say peace, not anymore,
I wage a war that destroys the world,
Hide, you coward, hide,
Run, you bastard, run,
Nothing on Earth,
Will restrain me,
Not even Death himself,
Your plea for mercy, denied,
I grant no forgiveness,
I grant no mercy,
I grant no relent,
For your crime is too great,
Such deed cannot be erased,
My rage cannot be replaced,
I murdered you,
For I don't forgive,
For I don
Dziennik z wyjazdu na ferie (cz. 5)DZIENNIKDziennik z wyjazdu na ferie (cz. 5)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
z wyjazdu na ferie
- Ej, patrzcie! Śnieg pada! - wrzasnął Glaniarz przyklejając się do szyby niczym glonojad.
- Ale mi sensacja – wycedziła bez entuzjazmu Metalowa, która stała koło Matta i patrzyła się na spadający z nieba puch.
- Ale tego śniegu jest! Chyba zasypało pół ośrodka, jak nie lepiej!
- A czy to nie oznacza, że odwołają nam dzisiejszy wypad do jaskini?
- Chyba tak. No sama popatrz! Tego śniegu jest mnóstwo. Jak na Antarktydzie. W taką pogodę mielibyśmy iść do jaskini?
- No nie! - M tupnęła glanem o podłogę tak głośno, że usłyszeli to we wszystkich pokojach obok. - A ja miałam Różowej wpuścić nietoperza we włosy!
- Uciszcie się wreszcie – wydusiła Kate nie swoim, stłumionym g
12. InsanityThis is crazy.12. Insanity5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sure seems hazy.
Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.
I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.
I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.
I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.
But for some reason I still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.
I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.
So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.
Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?
Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?
Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?
Sobriety's RiseSobriety's Rise1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I exiled you from my veins
You will never affect me again
Take with you the very worst of me
I will no longer be a part of thee!
Too long have my eyes been closed
So many years have passed in vain
I couldn't let the road ahead get any worse
I'm no longer a victim of your taint
I dwell no more- in those old woes
Though I regret the pain I allowed myself to sustain
Mirrors don't snare / Family doesn't glare
This hope I bear / I've made it here
Cleansed my spirit away / Allowed scars to fade
Embraced the change / Unlocked the cage
My dreams no longer weep
The nightmares refuse to reimmerse
I can move forward if I really believe
I was able to get passed the hurt
'cause I forgave myself for being weak
I am not drowning myself anymore!
Deemed my recovered soul worthy
I accepted the gift of clarity
Today- I am alive
Watch me rise!
The Loss of a SonThe Loss of a Son5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was but a boy, young and carefree. He was beautiful, too, with raven hair and forest-green eyes, milk-colored skin. He was smart, sure to be the top of his class. My sweet, darling boy, only a month away from his graduation.
I loved him dearly, even when he came to me, shame-faced, and said to me, “Mama, I like other boys.”
“I know,” I told him. “But I don’t love you any less.”
His face broke into relief, and he asked if I would like to meet his boyfriend. Of course I said I would.
Henry was charming, and I could tell he loved my son dearly; I was happy to see them happy.
But one night, Henry had to watch, face swollen and red with punches, as they forced themselves on my son. They called him a faggot, laughing when he cried, said it hurt. When he begged them to stop, they told him he brought it upon himself. He deserved rape for being gay.
And these boys cannot face prison, because the law does not care.
So, Henry and I visit my son’s
POEM 10: no emotionif they say you died todayPOEM 10: no emotion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wouldn't shed a tear
you stripped me of all emotion
so i just stare and sneer
my eyes are bleak and dull now
the ones you always called so bright
i just stare off into space now
and cringe away from the life
I've been stripped all emotion
of all my feelings and desires
so i sit back and watch the flames
of your burning funeral pier
a life poem?life just about as confusing as the fallowing:a life poem?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i lie in bed
look up at the stars
and wonder where my ceiling went
im like a bird in a cage
or a flower in the shade
im trapped in this castel in the sky
one way sigh on a two way street
life, a contradiction in it of itself
so tell me how this will all work out
a wise man once said "yo can be anything
well i wanna be the person to punch that guy i the face
now lets see if he changes his mind
BluebirdDream DiaryBluebird2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
26th December, 2011
Vibrant afternoon hues gracefully relented to the purple shade of an advancing evening twilight as a swift sea breeze swept down the street in waves, shepherding groups of scattered leaves across the still-warm pavement like flocks of grazing sheep. Evening was gently descending on the vacant boulevard in the small town of Toronto Australia and for a moment I remained adamantine. Little bluebird, remind me what I'm doing here again, would you?
"Lost again are you? Typical escapist." sang the slanderous bluebird perched on my shoulder.
"It would seem so." I responded.
"There's always somewhere else we want to be in life, isn't there?"
I snickered to myself.
"Anyway, quicken the pace would you? You'll enjoy this one, after all it has been some time."
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out." replied the bluebird as it danced excitedly in the air, flying ahead of me towards a destination unknown.
I followed t
Lil Emily: A Long GoneFor many years Lil Emily stayed;Lil Emily: A Long Gone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She has lost count of the days.
On the bed the old lady laid
After that incident that happened that day.
The stench finally filled her nose,
From the bed she then rose.
Lil Emily decided it's time for her to go;
To leave her used-to-be home.
Lil Emily went up to brush her teeth
After eating a few slices if beef.
Poor Lil Emily cried for feeling so lonely;
Oh poor Lil Emily.
She cried while eating;
She cried while bathing;
She cried while drinking;
She cried before sleeping.
Lil Emily went out of the house,
Feeling like a quiet lil mouse.
She's determine not to look behind;
Hoping to not lose her mind.
By an untold law,
Lil Emily turned back and saw
How to house stood like and empty shell.
With full of emotion, Lil Emily fell.
Once again Lil Emily had to leave,
To maybe find a new place to live.
Lil Emily's hoping she could find a family of two,
Maybe her new family could be you.
Lil Emily dragger her weary feet
With lil pebbles she began to kick;
Love Rhymes with ChlorineUnder the water our scars are blue.Love Rhymes with Chlorine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't keep your eyes closed,
As we drown our pasts together.
There is this fear I have of the truth,
Rushing into my brain and replacing,
The oxygen with iridescent faith.
When we surface I split my fingers apart.
You find a place for yours to fit and we,
Float together for awhile. Searching,
The heavens for anything more perfect.
These hot summer days are dying fast.
To escape our fate you drag me under,
Again, and whisper words and bubbles,
In my ear. I can't know where we will be,
When our skin is as dry as the leaves underfoot,
But I know we are safe for now in the,
Clutches of chlorine and enigmatic love.
Poorly Drawn WolvesPoorly Drawn Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get used to that brush in your hand,
sticking you with splinters and
jabbing you with inspiration.
Splash yourself with thoughts
from a rusty ink well.
When your ideas have crumbled from drought,
soak your mind in paint you made from
sweat, pigment, love and fear.
Never regret the hours spent feeding
the fire's of creation with the
burning coals of art.
When it's done, and they laugh, praise yourself,
For we are the children of Muses.
Keep every scrap of wonder within arm's reach,
And review each mistake with a surgeon's eye.
Learn. I implore you. Learn. I praise
What greatness can come from poorly drawn wolves.
Instill yourself with passion and strive for perfection,
and give the world a chance to love what they see.
Late Memories of Early MorningI remember when we would taste the morning.Late Memories of Early Morning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A swig of orange juice from the carton.
Toast so burnt you abandoned it and
Chose to butter me up instead.
I never figured out if the strawberries,
Were sweeter than your kiss.
Our days were sunny side up.
You rubbed my shoulders while,
We watched our world blossom.
I tried to imagine I wasn't afraid of:
Your searching, hazel eyes,
Your sneaky, protective friends,
And those lurking, autumn leaves.
We lived that summer.
We were so alive, but did not,
Make it through the thaw of spring.
Like Evening RainDream DiaryLike Evening Rain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
9th July, 2011
"Would you come out here and get away from that computer screen for at least one minute?" blasted mum as she swung the bedroom door open with force enough to ruffle the curtains.
"But they're your friends, not mine." I objected frivolously, not being one for socializing especially at parties where everyone was at least twice my age if not thrice that or more.
"You need to get out there and mingle! All you do all day is sit in front of that computer!"
"The problem being?"
"You're getting fat!"
"The problem being?"
"Just get out here! There are people that want to meet you!"
"You do know I can tell when someone's lying to me, right?"
"They're your relatives! Have the common courtesy to meet them at least once!"
I replied with a displeased gurgling and reluctantly peeled myself off the leather computer chair like chewing gum off sun-baked pavement.
I had lost track of time as I had the tendency of doing. It was getting cold and dark outside nothing like t
Grown UpWe don't live anymore.Grown Up3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We don't see the sun.
We just sit alone now.
We are never fun.
We have jobs and bills now.
We miss our favorite shows.
We're in bed so early now.
We have hit new lows.
We are not together now.
We could not find peace.
I packed and drove far away,
To help your pain cease.
You don't call me anymore.
You won't pick up your cell.
You hung yourself last Tuesday.
You forgot to tell.