This will never make the frontI can't draw anime, so this will never make the front page.This will never make the front10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't work Photoshop as well as I wanted to, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the time to go out and take pictures of nature, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the props for pictures, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't animated, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't flash-based, so this will never make front page.
What this is is words.
It won't have a cute picture of two anime characters.
It won't have a chatspeak phrase.
It won't mean anything to the vast majority of the community.
It won't have Japanese phrases.
It won't have naked men and/or women in the picture.
It won't be very appealing.
It's rather simple how words can be simple.
What with words being words.
You probably stopped reading already.
The average American attention span is twenty-two minutes.
I'd bet more than half of you proved that it might be a little less here.
You're not going to
The Ocean's FamilyI went to the beachThe Ocean's Family8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And cried as others laughed.
Dear people, I understand you.
Dear people, I don't know how to say
That as you stand in the current,
The warm waves around you,
You are in a graveyard
And millions of souls rip at your heels.
The children swimming in the ocean
Are no more fearful than they are upset
That thousands of mommies long for their embrace,
For their watery "I love you"'s and cries.
The seagulls call into the warm summer day,
The man sells balloons on the beach.
The girls and the boys bring their ice cream
And eat it peacefully on the towels
That their mommies brought--
But one did not.
The moan of the sea
Claimed another life today.
She dances the ballrooms of Atlantis.
Down in Davey Jones, she holds the hand
Of a little girl
Who never caught the life boat.
Their souls do not sleep,
So beware as you swim.
Their cries of the ocean shell:
"We're living in hell,
We want back the land,
Please come in,
We'll take your hand
And we'll love and hold you forever."
Communion The FloodCommunion6 years ago in General More Like This
A low buzz of chatter fluttered through the air around us, mingling intermittently with the irregular patter of feet, coming and going. The sharp note of a poorly chosen bell panged loudly against the glass door with each new entrance and exit, doing less to alert the coffee shops proprietor of customers than it did to break the spell of white noise in the room. Couples of all creeds and statures blinked unconsciously at the shrill noise that reminded them ever so gently that they were not quite so alone as they thought. I have never been a fan of coffee, personally. Coffee is bitter; it tastes s
Men can be raped tooMen can be raped too4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Myth: Men can't be sexually assaulted.
Reality: Men can be, and are, sexually assaulted every day. Any man can be sexually assaulted regardless of their size, strength, appearance, occupation, race or sexual orientation. Male rape can happen at home, work, out doors, in a car, in the military, prisons, in locker rooms, rest rooms, public toilets, in fact just about anywhere a rapist thinks they can get away with it, and it can happen to any male.
It should also be noted that it is not unusual for a male to "freeze" during a rape, in part due to shock, and fear of ones life. Remember, the rapist will no doubt have done this before, and hence be prepared for what happens, but few, if any men, have even considered in their mind the possibility of such things happening and are thus totally unprepared.
Myth: Only gay men are sexually assaulted.
Reality: Although gay men are raped slightly more often than heterosexual men this is due more to the fact that they can be the target an
Blurred BoundariesI choke on the air that we breatheBlurred Boundaries7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my greatest and my worst reprieve
I pray to God that you will not leave
Sometimes, I swear, I can be so naïve
Tell me you bring out only the best
Breathing shallowly, your head on my chest
I believe your lies if only to rest
To a finer illness my symptoms attest
I only wanted to hold you in my arms
To my broken heart how could it cause more harm
The blood in your veins holds a certain charm
Ringing in my head, a peculiar alarm
I can feel the static from across the room
The clock implies my certain doom
Going to hell, my life consumed
If only to smell your skin's sweet perfume
Promise me that you'll never fade
Surrender me your attention paid
I want to feel that idyllic, blissful delay
To feel your fingers trace out my shape
The pain still aches as I suspected it would
But now, not as much as it still should
You never knew but you always understood
Oh, I swear, you've never felt so good
You're bittersweet, but as warm as your touch
I'll tell yo
Life of the PartyVivian folded her arms. She couldn't believe this! A party, a feast, a dressy banquet! ...and her "friend" Ruth had refused to invite her! She scowled to herself. Everyone who was ANYONE was attending Ruth's party today...and she did NOT need that social stigma by not going! It was clear...Ruth's new plan was to ostracize her, knock her down some pegs.Life of the Party5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ruth and Vivian were as "friendly" as they could be to each other...mostly because Ruth didn't want to show her true feelings, and Vivian LIVED to push Ruth's buttons. But this...this was a new evil plan of Ruth's!
The pink haired rich girl huffed. That was not the way she was going to have it! She LIKED her spot, being the center of attention! The captain of the football eyed her daily, and worshipped the ground her expensive shoes walked on. Her weekend was totally RUINED by hearing about the party that would
District 9 - PoHA 15Chapter 15 - A change is gonna comeDistrict 9 - PoHA 153 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mohlakeng was a small, quiet town west of Johannesburg city and precisely what they needed to go about unnoticed. Syrup's uncles' house was in a suburb in the outskirts and it had a garage with enough capacity for two cars, so that no one would even see them get out of the vehicles to get in the house.
Syrup seemed to be really enjoying herself as she went out first and shushed loudly at the rest, heading for the door at the bottom of the garage that led to the house. It was dark and Ana could only hear her step away, tripping on a few metallic things. A thin line of pale light split the wall when Syrup opened the door and poked her head through. Ana followed her silently and went in after her.
The house was quiet and appeared empty, but she and Syrup checked every room and closed every curtain before giving the thumbs up. Then it was safe for everybody else to get out of the cars. Amelia complained in her sleep as they struggled to get her out of th
Why Girls Are Better At Halo 2Twenty Reasons Why Girls Are Better At Halo 2:Why Girls Are Better At Halo 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. We have a legitimate excuse to go postal on people – it's called PMS.
2. As females, we have to memorize where everything is… this includes the best camping spots for sniping and the locations of each weapon on the map.
3. We have the patience to learn how to be the best we possibly can, whereas guys seemingly just get worse and worse the farther up they are in the rank. It's something to do with egos…
4. Ranks mean nothing to females pretty much, as long as we can kick ass in Rumble Training, we're happy. (Most of the time)
5. If we get told we aren't "man enough" to play Halo 2, we just subtly remind the guy that without women… there would be no Halo 2 and there would be no Bungie founders, and the player who just insulted us wouldn't be there.
6. Due to histories as mothers, females also have amazing reflexes when allowed. Meaning if you haven't been pwnd, chances are you're about to be.
7. Intuition is one thing guys lack and
after dinner, afterlifeafter dinner, afterlife8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After Dinner, Afterlife
If it were you and I,
both of us
bearing crosses on our backs,
and lifted high upon our crimes
(like a Bible story
or a fairy tale from some
damned, banned book)
we'd surely be honoured
at the gates of Saint Peter,
with medals, wine, wings
and songs of praise
for our lives within fables
and our ability to conquer
with only a blind mule -
and a switch.
The more you knowThe more you know9 years ago in Historical More Like This
I hate playing with dinosaurs. Common sense would dictate that they would be excellent poker players, as they are incapable of facial expression. I've deduced that when they lunge at you and eat your face, they're displeased, but I don't know if you could call that a facial expression per se. It's like Wild West movies where everybody pulls out a six-shooter, except instead of a gun, it's a dinosaur, and instead of being shot, your face gets eaten. However, I digress. My original point was that dinosaurs should be good at poker, and yet this is simply not the case. Take, for example, a game I held earlier this very evening.
We had just started and already things were not running smoothly. The Tyrannosaur's forearms, while useful to countering the weight of his massive head and upper body, are as ineffective at shuffling a deck of cards as they are in battle. The others didn't even have arms.&
Flower ChildI looked down upon that meal. Juicy sausages, crispy bacon, greasy beef steak and a load of piping hot chicken wings were stacked against each other as the thick aroma of that charcoal grill filled the air. I couldn't truthfully believe anyone would want to put that animal flesh into their bodies! Matter of fact, I found the prospect terrifying!Flower Child4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name's Flower, I'm a hippy. Some would try to call themselves The Resistance, or The Earth Children or something silly like that, but I'm not hiding it, I'm a tree hugging hippy girl! I have been a vegetarian for most of my life, but this is my second year living in the forest, and I can tell you right now I'd trade a thousand of my days in an apartment for one out here with Mother Nature. I didn't need an iPod when the birds sang all day, and I certainly didn't need TV when everything around me was gorgeous. And I most certainly didn't need any greasy junk food to get a good meal when I practically lived in nature's buffet!
Being a vegetarian
Fire Emblem 7-the MenRaven's hair is redFire Emblem 7-the Men8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guy's clothes are blue
Sain is sweet
and Matthew is too
Heath's hair is awsome
Wil's just too cute
and you can't forget Nils
and his little flute
Canas is studious
Jaffar is so quiet
and for hector, the women
they'll start a riot
Renault's a bit older
Marcus is too
but that doesn't mean
the fangirls are few
Lucius is feminine
Pent's got a wife
It doesn't stop the fact
they're both sharp as a knife
and Rath is so fine
but kent of course
just seems to shine
I don't know much
about Karol and Hawkeye
but I know that they're hott
and that is no lie
but not like Barte
who's no where near
as cute as Dart
same as Legult
has no fault
Dorcas is not
to bad looking
but be sure to check
what Erk's got cooking!
I Had a Slug...I had a slug...I Had a Slug...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
Spectrul amintirii....Te vad acum departe si sufletu-mi se stinge,Spectrul amintirii....7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inseninat de tine, pierdut acum se frange.
Asemni unei umbre te vad cum te ridici,
Imi spui adio, te uiti plangand si pleci.
Pierduta-mi pari acum, printre amintiri uitate.
Chinuind al meu suflet, doar inima-mi mai bate
Asemeni unui clopot, rasuna-n mintea mea
Doar vocea-ti calda ...ai fost copila mea!
Dar ai plecat de mult, s-a stins apoi amorul,
Si am uitat de mine, uitandu-te pre tine...
Tot ce-a ramas acuma e doar comoara mea,
Din amintiri cu tine, si cu iubirea mea....
Din lacrimi am format apoi un vis de vesnicie,
Ca sa pastrez in minte, incatusat amorul.
Si am format o-mparatie, din lacrimi si suspine
Mormant uitat de lume, incununat de tine!
Cosciug mi-am ridicat apoi din sute de regrete
Ce le lasa-si in urma, semnandu-mi condamnare.
In inima cutitul mi-l petrec, visand din nou la tine,
Si invocand in agonie doar spectrul amintiri...
...Amintire a unei iubiri ce-a fost, s-a stins
si s-a pierdut apoi in vesnicie!
Rise of the CoffeenistaRise of the Coffeenista8 years ago in Humor More Like This
For the average working human, coffee has become more of a utility than a beverage. If you need proof, just head to the nearest Tim Horton's drive-thru window (which, if you live in the Northeast, will probably be in your living room) and look down; you'll find a mini-Fort Knox of change lying there, likely dropped by the trembling hands of caffeine-dependent junkies seeking a cup of morning brew to revitalize their job-related faculties, such as remembering where they work.
Yet there exists a sect of people who see coffee as something that should be savored instead of slammed. These are the people who agonizingly deliberate over what choice of coffee they will have every day instead of going somewhere they have only one choice like the rest of us. They are the coffeenistas, and to them fine coffee should be treated like fine wine: as extravagant and head-scratchingly bizarre as possible.
The website coffeereview.com is one such cup of eccentricity.
I Had a Fish...I Had a Fish...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I Had a fish...
At the fair the other day
In amongst the stalls
Was one where you could win a fish
By throwing yellow balls
I decided then and there a fish
Would make a lovely pet
And wondered with my 80 pence
How many I could get
After several losses
On my fourth attempt
I won a tiny little fish
That swam around all bent
I kept him in a shiny bowl
With weed and coloured stone
I thought he looked quite happy
In his new and shiny home
But a week or so later
His scales were not so gold
And Mummy said my crooked fish
Was now struck down with mould
I didnt know what I could do
To help my little friend
I knew no fishy remedies
To get him on the mend
Then I had a great idea
If the mould had made him sick
Perhaps some soapy water
Would just do the trick
But alas, the best carbolic soap
That I could find in town
Couldnt help my fishy pal
From floating upside down
I found him in the morning
My dear and trusty friend
And Mummy said it was the soap
That got him in the end
I put him
Otter Lake -Edited-Friday, the day anticipated by people from all occupations. After an arduous workweek, Jake was exhausted and needed an escape. Hed booked the next week off for a much-needed vacation. His family had a cabin in the woods that they owned via a timeshare and Jake couldnt think of a better place to escape.Otter Lake -Edited-7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jake stopped at the Supermarket to buy some food. The cabin had electricity via a generator and running water. Jake looked forward to a weekend of relaxation and being able to experience clean air and peace and quiet.
He arrived at the cabin mid Saturday. After cleaning up a bit, Jake made a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. He knew that he could have driven into town and picked up something at a fast food place but that didnt appeal to Jake.
After eating, Jake decided to go for a walk along the beach. Jake was happy when he saw that he was the only person there.
It was a warm day with a nice breeze blowing in from the lake. Jake allowed his mind to wander as he walke
TrueYou touched my lipsTrue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You touched my hips
And didn't let me go
You kissed all of my scars
You kissed me until I saw stars
And didn't ever go
You held me to you
You held me so I knew
That you would never make me go
But all things change, my dear
You've gone away and taken my heart from here
I wish I could once again meet you
But I know now that we're through
Just give me another broken smile
Just watch with me another worn out sunset
Just look at me with your borrowed eyes
Just once again be the reason for all my sighs
I loved you
I think you knew
I love you
For ever I am true
Note to selfLeather boots may let you through the mud with out getting dirt on you, but in the end when you take them off your feet are scarred from these glass slippers.Note to self6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staples may keep your mouth shut, but your eyes are still open and you know what is happening. Without a voice you are nothing, a thumbnail.
You may be afraid of the dark, but it is the light that brings the most pain.
Rules of Great LiteratureRules of Great Literature10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. I am a writer. It doesn't matter what I write (unless it's genre fiction, in that case I am a deluded fool that needs to be re-educated) or even the quality of said writings; by virtue of being in the company of other writers, I am a writer. Do not dare tell me otherwise. After all, writer's egos are notoriously fragile (comes from wallowing in all that angst) and we mustn't discourage the next Great Author of our time from gaining greater perspective of human nature by hanging around with others who are equally disconnected with reality (except when writing poetry about their ex).
2. All Great Authors are published in an anthology. This is the best way to judge what is literature and what isn't – if it's in an anthology it is literature and the author is worthy to be heralded as a Great Author. Please note that the phrase Great Author should be repeated multiple times to drive the point home through all those deep thoughts writ
Tzie. Cui?Tzie. Cui?7 years ago in General More Like This
Am inceput sa te rasucesc, sa arunc cu vopsea in tine, sa te trag de degete sa ti le lungesc, sa te agatz de urechi, sa te schimonosesc. Vreau sa fac o caricatura din tine, pentru ca nu vreau sa te las sa-mi intinzi si zambetul de pe buze. Uite ca-ti ciupeam pielea cu hohote de ras si uite ca radeai si tu de ce nas mic am. Si cat sunt de mica. Si cate si mai cate. Vreau sa ma port ca un copil si sa nu-mi pese. Vreau sa pot sa mai bat din picioare cand cer ceva si nu mi se da. Vreau sa te mai tarasc de mana sa-ti spun ca vreau uite-acolo.
In genunchi, cerand suflare calda, implorand ochi deschisi, atingand palme umede. Ridica-ma.
Ea: Spune-mi ceva frumos.
El: Mereu tre` sa fie dupa tine?
Ea: Nu, dar acuma vreau ceva frumos.
El: Esti tu frumoasa deja.
Ea: Te rog, asta-i stupid, altceva?
El: Nu, stupid sunt eu ca te suport.
Ea: N-am timp de tine maine.
El: Eu am mereu.
Ea: Nu ma mai cauta.
El: Nu, ca nu ma lasi tu pe mine.
Ea: Mi-e frica.
El: Mie mi-
do you know?01.do you know?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't pu