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
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
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.Grace3 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.
Cyberbully StoryTo tell you the truth, I only have one real friend and three fake friends.Cyberbully Story3 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
SwallowI swallowed stones for a girl once,Swallow3 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.
Dragonball Bloopers Part 4Dragonball Bloopers Part 44 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Vegeta: ONLY ONCE!
Goku: Let me tell you what happened before you came to the planet.Before I was married with Chi-Chi,Bulma had a crush on me.
Vegeta: WTF!Ugh!That's it!
Goku: What are you going to do Vegeta?
Ghost Nappa: *sings the Ghostbusters theme*
Vegeta: SHUT UP ALREADY!
Goku: Is that Nappa,I thought you killed him.
Vegeta: Yes,but he's ghost.
Ghost Nappa: Yep. *sings the Ghost Nappa Theme*
Vegeta: SHUT THE HELL UP OR I'LL KILL YOU A THIRD TIME!
Cell: Hello Vegeta.
Vegeta: It's you again!
Cell: I see you saw a picture of me sick.
Vegeta: Yeah so what?
Cell: Did it scare you?
Gohan: No,but I will. *Turns Super Saiyan 2*
Cell: Oh no!AHHHHHH!
Gohan: So Vegeta where's my dad?
Vegeta: He's at home.
Gohan: Okay thanks seeya. *Flies off*
Narrator: So,many random events later Vegeta had another argument with Bulma that lasted for three hours,Ghost Nappa went back to Hell and made a band,Gohan and Goku went to go fishing again and everything went back to normal the next day.
StarI list to the left now,Star4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without your shape to halt
I have to ask;
if my blood splattered clean
would I still have
your creaking embrace?
don't break your half-
halted heart over me.
My dear, my love was
a death sentence.
your name is half-rubbed with
time from the plastic
of my hospital jewellery,
no Tifanny eternity bands here,
but a scratched Star
to remind me of you.
It'd be nice
to hear your voice again,
but you can't make out
sounds across time,
and I can't lipread
when there's an ocean
of sand between You and I.
Stars are just matter,
Like my flesh or yours.
But you always seemed
more special than
a scientific definition.
and you might
in the ferocious sway of the wind,
on the petals of the flowers,
or in the words in your own mouth.
Distance is nothing
when I can see you
in my night sky
and the eyes of the people who love me.
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
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.
dear self,1.dear self,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tomorrow is not worth waiting for.
sure, there will be sunshine (with
a slight chance of rain) and sure,
some kid will be smiling, and yes,
life is still
but it's not like anyone cares.
you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you
could spend saturdays curled up
under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe
you could count the seconds but
the problem is that there would never
be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
no one is listening.
i'd write you a letter, but
you'd never read it. i'm stuck
screaming into my own heart,
wondering if anything is in there
anymore, wondering if
this is even worth it.
wake up, self.
you want to force fingers
down your throat just to cause
self-destruction, you want
to suffocate yourself (it's
easier than breathing), you want
to sleep and never wake up, you
want to find your dreams and destroy
every one of them.
you want to die.
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
Suna Article by me and LauraSuna Article by me and Laura9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Wind Country: Not only about wind and sand..
Don't think that wind country is all sand and tumbleweeds. It's true that most of the country is desert, but the desert can be just as beautiful as a seascape. Minerals can color the rocks in bright colors—red and purple, even blue and green. Many rocks are three times human's body in size, a great source for housing and city development. Wind erosion over time has created some interesting geological features, such as arches and yardangs. And wind itself makes the dust cover this country. It's beautiful, actually, especially when you were out towns, near the rocky mountains or rocky hills. And despite its somewhat deserted appearance during the day, the desert is alive with life at night—creatures come up from their burrows under the sand and hunt or graze. Don't hesitate to explore the desert at night—just don't forget to bring a jacket, since the temperature can drop as much as 60°F (33°C), owing to the lack of moisture in the atmos
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
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
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 Night2 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
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
I Can't ResistI Can't Resist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to touch you,
but now i'm holding onto you so tight.
I try so hard to avoid you,
but I always manage to be drawn into your line of sight.
Everyday I wait just to see you,
even when I know it's no use,
you are not good for me,
yet I can't escape this abuse,
you will never see me,
the way I see you.
Why is this so hard?
What about you can I not seem to fight?
Am I the only one who feels like this?
Or are you feeling it too?
I swore to myself I wouldn't let you get inside my head.
There is nothing you could do to change my mind.
I thought I had long since sealed away my emotion,
that my heart was since dead.
But, it seems that love,
emotion and memories with you,
I cannot leave behind,
they will always recollect,
and live within my soul.
Why can't this just end?
Why can't the fog clear?
This can't be good,
why did we let ourselves get here?
I know nothing good will come of this,
only tragedy and tears.
Yet here I am looking at you,
waiting to kiss you once again.
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
PlowIt's finally snowing again,Plow3 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.
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All Rights Reserved
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