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 Survive3 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
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?4 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.
Sweet Childhood...Sweet childhoodSweet Childhood...3 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
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
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 bad4 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
Italy's letter to Grandpa RomeDear Grandpa Rome,Italy's letter to Grandpa Rome4 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
She is an EmoShe is an Emo!She is an Emo3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She slits her wrist all the time you can even see those scars when she has no cardigan on!
She is an Emo!
She claims that her cat scratched her but she obviously she slit her own wrist!
She is an Emo!
She listens to My Chemical Romance!
She is an Emo!
She doesn't listen to "real music" such as Black Eyed Peas, N-Dubz, Jay-Z, Justin Bieber, Jason Derulo, Ke$ha etc.
She is an Emo!
She wears black!
She is an Emo!
She is never happy at school!
She is an Emo!
I haven't seen her slit her wrist before!
She is an Emo!
She wears armwarmers to cover up her scars!
She is an Emo!
She wears a scarf as she obviously must have scars on her neck!
She is an Emo!
She likes to read Manga's!
She is an Emo!
She watches Anime's such as Pokémon!
She is an Emo!
She loves to draw!
She is an Emo!
She loves to take pictures!
She is an Emo!
She claims that she is bullied when she is really just paranoid-Emo-freak!
She is an Emo!
She is an Emo and that is all there is to it!
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
DiferenteMe contemplo en el espejo,Diferente4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Se que soy igual a ti,
Nada extraño en mí reflejo,
Mas tú no lo ves así.
Tú me miras cual enfermo,
Un humano en perdición,
Mas no merezco yo este infierno,
No escogí ser lo que soy.
Todos somos diferentes,
No lo puedes comprender?
Ningún daño te he causado,
Igual debes responder.
Mas tus puños he sentido,
En tus ojos hay rencor,
Las palabras más hirientes,
Has lanzado sin temor.
Mis lamentos te divierten,
Odio hay en tu corazón,
No hay ayuda alrededor.
Y alguien dice ser mi amigo,
Aceptarme como soy,
Pero un muro nos separa,
Yo del otro lado estoy.
Te han llamado tolerante,
Eres una inspiración,
Orgulloso te has sentido,
Yo no entiendo la razón.
Se tolera algo molesto,
Un insulto o el dolor,
Tolerar a una persona,
No es rechazo el día de hoy?
Estoy harto de prejuicios,
De ser una decepción,
De miradas de reproche,
MongoliaI'll need my boots in Mongolia,Mongolia6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love's not a duty there,
I'll blend in, see the sign, hon
Says "Flying pigs - beware",
For girls with minds of women
Were never welcome here,
The order in this paradise
Is just too much to bear.
My father speaks of Mongolia,
"It's beautiful," says he,
Does it look much like its daughters?
Dad, is it dark like me?
The years are twenty-one by now,
Ten gone to some degree,
The other ten I have repressed,
There's one left then, I see.
I'll leave you for Mongolia,
To flee this ivory reign,
You know I've got a habit
To dig me up again,
There's no sound from the motherland;
I know that I complain
When word for word these days it's
Truly driving me insane.
It's colder in Mongolia,
But that's where it began,
You're saying "warm me, woman".
"Light a fire, man."
So call me by forgotten names
Into the desert's span,
But lingering of nothingness
Was not part of the plan.
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
solo para morirSolo para morir (OMJ)solo para morir4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hidan abrió los ojos en una mañana. Es demasiado pronto , pensó, mirando por un momento para comprobar el tiempo. Era las 8:45. El desayuno era precisamente a las 9:00, y tenía quince minutos para levantarse y antes de bajar sino el líder mandaria a alguien a buscarlo. Pein nunca fue feliz cuando a algun miembro de akatsuki se le hacia tarde para todo, especialmente el desayuno. Hidan reflexionó por un momento, y luego decidió que no iba a salir de la camaprefiere enfrentarse a la ira del líder de las nueve de la mañana.
Se sentó y se estiró, deseando poder volver a dormir. Mientras lo hacía, miraba a través de las llanuras cubiertas de hierba, formaron una pequeña sonrisa. Incluso si son homicidas ateos para el
Se apartó de la ventana y se pus
SleepPerhaps it's the pressing consciousnessSleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?
Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.
Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.
And the next time you give in
you will wake to something different
a place that's slightly new
and rings with intensity
Perhaps just a little better
than the night's rejected dreams.
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.
WhereAlone among the golden plainsWhere8 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
Poesia frikiEres el kernel de mi linuxPoesia friki3 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
FaithFaith is the only road between my soul and heaven!Faith5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cadaver HotelI live inside of your corpse. StealingCadaver Hotel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in through the incision
between your ribcage and hipbone, I burrow
myself inside of your embalmed organs and
wrap my fingers around your bones,
clutching until my knuckles turn
the same kind of white.
Though you are dead,
your body sometimes quakes-
spasms and sends a flash-pulse of postmortem waves
over me. For quick sucks of air,
I crawl up and out of your pretty mouth, careful
not to hit your crooked teeth.
To avoid dying inside of you-
oh, how I long to-
I have taken
to gnawing on the insides of your cheeks
and the sinewy parts of your
Yesterday you began to reek
the way dead things do,
while it is sour,
it still smells like you.
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...2 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
How to evade making a Mary SueThe Mary Sue GuideHow to evade making a Mary Sue7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This guide is meant to introduce and/or inform you of this threat that is currently attacking storywritting, drawing, Original Character creation (OCs) and fandom/fanfiction in general, not to say Originality itself!
During the course of this guide, you will learn what a Mary Sue is, youll identify one when sighted and, most importantly, you will not create one and hopefully you will help others in the subject, so they dont create Mary Sues too.
I) Mary Sue 101:
-What is a Mary Sue?
Mary Sue is a title given to characters in fanfiction (and sometimes original, professional work) who are simply perfect: They are beautiful, smart, friendly, always willing to help for nothing in exchange even if they can die, powerful, important in one way or other...you get the point (I will explain on emphasis later). These characters are often created in Roleplaying forums/chatrooms or simply as OCs with a storyline