HomofobiaYo soy la chica a la que echaron de su casa porque le confié a mi madre que soy lesbiana.Homofobia3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yo soy la que tiene que trabajar como prostituta en las calles porque nadie contrataría a una mujer transexual.
Yo soy la hermana que abraza a su hermano gay durante sus noches llenas de lágrimas y dolor.
Nosotros somos los padres que enterraron el recuerdo de su hija mucho antes de tiempo.
Yo soy el hombre que murió solo en el hospital porque no quisieron dejar que mi pareja entrara a la habitación.
Yo soy el niño recogido que se despierta a media noche de las pesadillas donde me alejan de mis dos cariñosos padres, que son la única familia que he tenido.
Creo que soy uno de los que tuvo suerte, sobreviví al ataque que me dejó en coma por tres semanas, y en un año dicen que podré caminar de nuevo.
Yo no soy quien tienen suerte. Me suicidé poco antes de terminar el bachillerato.
Simplemente era demasiado que aguantar.
Somos la pareja
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that involves the use of words, rather than blows and punches. In a verbally abusive situation, words are used to attack, control, and inflict harm on another person. Verbally abusive behaviour goes far beyond mean behaviour; it involves inflicting psychological violence on another person, attacking the very nature of an individual's being and attempting to destroy his or her spirit. Verbal abuse can affect people of all ages and in all types of relationships. However, it is especially prevalent in marital relationships. Verbal abuse falls into many categories, including:
* Abusive anger: They would blow up at you.
* Criticizing: They make derogatory comments about your weight and figure.
* Name-calling: They called you a liar and a hypocrite.
* Threatening: They taunt you about their leaving and liking other women/men.
I'm a Bad Kid and I'll SurviveI like to stick up my middle finger at you.I'm a Bad Kid and I'll Survive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Relax, its a joke.
Its my twisted way of saying I love you.
And sometimes it means exactly what it means.
You'll piss me off and I'll flip it up
when you turn your back towards me and walk away.
I like to swear.
Its a way of releasing that anger that builds.
The f-bomb can be quite therapeutic if you say it a lot.
(Fuck, Fuck, Fuck)
And its not only for when i'm pissed off.
The f-bomb (and many other offensive phrases)
are a part of my everyday vocabulary,
simply such as "thats what she said."
Those jokes never get old.
I roll my eyes and make weird faces
when you say something I find to be idiotic.
Yes, I know, I know. That means I have an "attitude."
But I can't help it, really.
I let it be known when I think somebody
is talking out there ass.
I call you out.
Whomever you are. It could be anyone, really.
I just need to hear something that I feel deserves a reaction.
And then I react.
It really makes me itch
when I hear bullshit being
WhereAlone among the golden plainsWhere9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confusion, loss, among these aching pains
Again withering stalk swaying still
A feeling unfelt, floating free of barren fields
Crazy thoughts, plagued me, tormented me
Grasping about, seeking, all that lost ever be
I don't know, I can't be, Foolish dreams
Forgotten, a void within the silver stream
Of faerie made, of mortal realm be not
Did I cry, did I weep, my tears, forgot
So sought, so fought, so bought, whereth the anchor in life
Confusion, loss, ramblings forgotten, I yearn to fly
But where's the island
among these golden plains
10 Sep 2006
losing my religionyou're making me lose my faithlosing my religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those who claim they believe
in the same God as me
He is all-loving, His son respected everyone
and that's how we're supposed to be
yet you judge so quickly
those who love someone of the same gender
those with different skin color
those who have different beliefs
when did you become so perfect?
you say you believe in the same God as me
Well it's about time you prove it
you're making me question my faith
you who say 'there is no God' or 'prove it'
over and over again
maybe I can't prove He exists
but can you prove He doesn't?
let everyone believe what they want
and respect those who respect you
Sweet Childhood...Sweet childhoodSweet Childhood...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember those times when the only thing that mattered was to play, laugh and have fun WE all saw those cartoons in the mornings before school, we always played "Power Rangers" in the recess, we all enjoyed to draw and laugh for no reason we thought would be friends forever.
"Friends Forever, friend forever !" That's what I thought. I saw it in the first anime series I knew. I really thought, it would be true.
Our parents got us into different schools, only a half of us got in the same school, only a couple got into the same classroom as I, none of them talked to me again. Elementary school seemed to be good except for "those" I later met. I thought they were my friends, but they laughed at me, the made me cry I wanted to fight back but I didn't want to be bad
I still liked those cartoons, we used to see them every morning before the school, I watched them now in the afternoon after t
Italy's letter to Grandpa RomeDear Grandpa Rome,Italy's letter to Grandpa Rome5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hi Grandpa Rome!! It's me, italy! Germany told me to write a letter to you. Even though you're...gone. Doitsu can be silly sometimes. He says this is called a 'Eulogy' and that it'll help me, and that if I dont do as he says he'll make me eat wurst! I dont wanna eat wurst! Its gross! I dont know how he likes it so much. Pasta is SO much better! anyway, Here it goes.
I remember when i was just a little country. I lived right next to my big brother France! they were all so nice to play with. But then one day you came and took me away. At first I was sad, leaving my friends and brothers behind, but after a while i started to be happy gain. We used to paint and draw and sing together. I think you where proud of my artistic side. Actually I still love painting and singing and drawing and cooking all because of you! If you ever decide to come back i'll show you all my art and i'll make you all the pasta you want!
Doitsu Just read my letter and says i need to wri
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.Why Shota and Loli are bad5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
Te ves morir[Por favor, leer descripción]Te ves morir6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Te ves morir, suave...brisa de mar. Pequeños frascos de cristal bajan del cielo, mientras admiras la negra oscuridad, inmensa, que te rodea. Hay un suelo olvidado, y de muros tienes la soledad y de techo la amarga agonía. En estos compartimentos te ves a tí...ves pequeñas partes de tí, ellos son tú, vacios, peces cautivos de su amargura. En cada uno espera una muerte, lejanas de ser el orgullo de tu respiración.
Una a una dejan sentir su letal misión, sus ojos, su juzgado. Bellas cortinas de humo ahogan sus oídos, pero ellos nos se mueven...no sólo los ahogan, te ahogan a tí. En otros se comprimen las almas, las paredes de cristal comienzan a compactarse. Luchan, gritan, te miran con ojos licuados de sudor y miedo, desesperación dulce. Levantan sus piernas intentando evitar su cruel destino. Se rompen los huesos, los aullidos vagos no se pueden sentir, igual se rompen. Levantan el rostro busc
KisaIta: The Last NightWarnings: Spoils some little stuff about the final Uchiha fight. Also we have some sexual stuff this time, but don’t worry, it’s not too bad… I think so… ^^KisaIta: The Last Night3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Last Night
"So... are you now having the same eyes as me, Sasuke?" he asked aloud.
Even though his little brother wasn't anywhere around.
The room was empty besides him.
Somehow that didn't sound right, he thought. Yes, it was the thing he would ask from his little brother, but the words were not right...
When you were going to have a dramatic final fight with your little brother who had been living only for that for years, you needed a really good opening line.
It was all about style... and he was good in his evil guy style.
...This chair was really uncomfortable to sit on by the way.
It made it more difficult to look cool.
"Do you now possess the mangekyou sharingan, little brother?" he tried next.
And that one didn't sound so right either.
And he was slowly starting to fee
Una llamada importanteQuienes sufrimos de sordera leve, detestamos dos cosas: los diálogos susurrados de las películas sin subtítulos y las llamadas telefónicas. El teléfono, en lugar del feliz invento que es, nos parece un trasto diabólico. Una güija con micrófono, auricular y botoncitos, mal sintonizada. Todas las llamadas parecen venir del más allá. Nosotros, imaginamos con horror el infierno: un lugar donde nadie te habla cara a cara sino desde la antípoda del sartén, con algo parecido a un walkie-talkie de baterías descargadas.Una llamada importante4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soy yo, Graham Bell. Sufre hijo de puta. Sufre.
Número equivocado.Por eso los sordos leves dejamos siempre el número telefónico acompañado de un ruego: "Prefiero que me escribas". No hay que ser otorrinolaringólogo, ni tener caros aparatos de audiometría (noteoigometro) para saber si alguien del entor
GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly
Stop ItWhen you talk about yourself, you're wrong. I try to tell you that you're wrong, but you don't believe me. You say that everyone is better than you and that you're nothing. I know you're wrong. You say that my art is better than yours. You are wrong. Your art is much better than mine.Stop It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the world to see who you are, the beautiful, multi-talented, nice girl. Not the mean, grumpy girl that everyone sees. But, to accomplish this, you need help from someone who will be there when you need them. Not when they have time, or want to, and I'm sorry for that.
When you asked me what was the easiest, least painful way to kill yourself, you almost killed me. I'm sorry I gave you an answer.
Please, stop it, I beg you.
PlowIt's finally snowing again,Plow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.
Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but
the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.
The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps falling,
like fluffy stuffing that's been yanked out.
All is silent,
except the fond memories that peel away
from my heart in little shreds,
and the plows, scraping fresh wounds again.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
Poesia frikiEres el kernel de mi linuxPoesia friki4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eres el html de mi corazon.com
Eres 1024 kb de mi megabyte
Tus ojos brillan mas que mi torre de cd's
Tu corazon.com esta en mi pagina de inicio
Eres el socket de mi CPU
Tu RAM le da vida a mi Linux
Eres el compilador de mi código
El .gif que anima mi vida
Mi MacOSX envidia tu belleza
Quisiera ser tu pendrive para tus USB
Si me dejas hago ALT-F4 a mi vida
Cuando te veo mi ciclo de CPU se acelera
Tu tiene la máxima prioridad en mi lista de procesos
Eres la linkador de mis objetos
Tus deseos son signals para mí
Ninguna gráfica podría renderizar al 100% tu perfecta figura
En la cama eres puro overclocking
Sin ti mi vida sería como una web sin CSS
Eres el cargador de mi I-POD
Contigo no necesito tirar de Swap
Nuestros corazones sincronizan por Wi-fi
Cyberbully StoryTo tell you the truth, I only have one real friend and three fake friends.Cyberbully Story4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The three friends and my (now) exbestfriend cyberbullied me last year.
And not only was it on the internet, it was at school to.
Only because of a joke that one of my fake friends either took literaly, or just put it on Facebook just for people to get mad at me.
2 days after she put it on there, people come up to me telling me lies like, "____ came to me crying", etc.
What upset me the most, was that my fake friends were going along with it (at the time they were not fake).
I was in total shock.
They alienated me, and me exbestfriend was putting every little thing I ever told her on Facebook.
Later they lied to my real friend (then and now real) until she believed them.
Imagine going to school without any friends, thinking everyone hates you, and eating in the library.
Later my exbestfriend and 2 fake friends went and told a teacher I was stalking them.
The teacher told me what they said to her was rea
Suicide Awareness Day...I can remember sitting behind her in the ninth grade. She was always quiet and reserved, staring blankly out the window as she listened to music or lost herself in her thoughts. She was always the one we picked on, the one in clothes that weren't nearly as nice as the rest of ours, with shoes and school supplies that were beat up and reused. She never smiled, always looked down at her shoe laces when someone tried to engage her in a conversation, or simply shaking her head in a refusal to speak.Suicide Awareness Day...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We'd call her mute, or a freak. Sometimes picking or throwing things at her when she got really quiet, but that wasn't the worst part. When the bus came to a stop outside her house, she'd stand up and rush towards the door. Once her old sneakers hit the pavement, she'd take off in a run down the road towards her old house. What cruel words were said after she was gone. Words that we would have said with her there, but somehow it just seemed to sting more to us when she was gone. We'd laugh at h
Twilight vs. Harry PotterBefore I begin I would like to clarify that I'm not either a crazy Harry Potter fan or a Twihard. I've read both series and being completely honest I loved the Harry Potter series. But when I read the Twilight series I didn't think it was that good as people make it out to be. And when I heard someone say that Twilight is better than Harry Potter I felt inspired to make a comparison and show that Harry Potter far more superior than Twilight. For those who love Twilight to deathTwilight vs. Harry Potter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(YES THE TWIHARDS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
And don't agree with what I wrote, its my opinion. I'm allowed to say what I believe just like you're allowed to express your love and devotion for Twilight. With that being said I hope you enjoy.
In the Harry Potter books everything and everyone with rich detail. All characters of the series have their unique description of
Lu TenI don't own the characters mentioned...Lu Ten7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Iroh sat up in bed and stretched. Sunlight was filtering through the wooden slats covering the window of the simple apartment, its golden color promising a beautiful day. Glancing over at the bed next to his, the old man found that his nephew was gone, no doubt wandering around with the Jin girl. Iroh smiled at the thought, he really did want his nephew to have a new life, a new destiny, one that could give him the peace he need so desperately.
Moving off the mat, the retired general pulled his outer robes on. Straightening the blanket covering the sleeping mat, Iroh gathered a basket he has prepared the night before and left the apartment. Slowly, the ex-prince wandered through the streets of Ba Sing Se, enjoying the sight of happy families and playful children. Grinning at the antics of one small boy, Iroh he
bullyingBullying is not a new problem. While the internet has allowed bullying to take on some new forms, it has been around probably throughout human history. One environment in which a lot of people are exposed to it is in public schools. While public schools often state that they have zero tolerance for bullying, the fact is that most schools do very little about it. I was on the receiving end of some bullying when I grew up. While I know other people who went through a lot worse than I did, it was not pleasant, and there is absolutely no reason why it should be tolerated. Some myths have long been perpetuated about bullying, and I want to put these myths to rest. I am under no delusion that I will reach everyone. I just hope to reach someone. Unfortunately, people have a lot of attitudes that tend to enable, if not directly promote, bullying.bullying3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Bullies target those they perceive as vulnerable. Those who are physically weak or emotionally sensitive are more likely to be targeted. While socie
SwallowI swallowed stones for a girl once,Swallow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tethered a daughter to my arm,
raised her with my own hands,
and pulsed so much blood
through the wire
it became a vein.
Eventually I fell,
slammed to the floor,
like a marionette savagely thrown
against a wall.
My guts were full,
of sediment and
my stomach swelled too much.
I breathed dust and ants,
swallowed as much as I was able,
and tried to get up
with my daughter in tow.
Clumsily falling back over,
with bruised hands and
forced, rough, breathing,
I felt tension
from the other side.
The line pulled taut and hard
and dragged me from its end
across so many splintering boards
I bled from my fingers trying
to fight it.
it frayed and snapped.
Admittedly, I cried for it
and I shoveled debris and carted blood
swearing the whole time
I'd never swallow stones for a girl
Then I met you.