Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
Maddy's Game [Prologue]The ice cold floor seemed like it stretched down the hallway for eternity. Red splatters covered the walls and floor. A girl stood in the midst of this scene, her short brunette hair covering her face and her fragile body trembling with fear. Her grey-blue eyes wide with shock as she stared ahead of her. Bodies, everywhere. Some she recognized, and some she didn't. She was cluching onto something... A blade. A very large blade, at that. Had she done this? The answer... Yes. She slowly took a step back, clutching onto the blade tighter, the blood oozing onto her hand and down to her wrist. "I'm sorry...", she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...", she repeated as she fell to the floor.Maddy's Game [Prologue]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had nothing left. Nothing to care for. She had killed everyone she loved. Her parents. Her friends. And for what? I'll tell you what. Absolutely nothing. She knew that she was insane, oh yes, but didn't care to acknowledge it, for fear of losing everyone she cared about. It wasn't until now t
Baby!Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 7Baby!Canada X Reader: I'll Take Care of You CH 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your eyes widened in shock and you jumped up in surprise, gasping when you rolled over and fell off the bed and onto the floor face-down. You let out a moan as pain spread through your jaw, and you slowly closed your eyes. A few seconds of silence passed before you opened your eyes and let out a grunt as you sat up into a sitting position through trembling arms.
Slowly, you crawled over to the bed and placed your hand on the edge, slowly lifting yourself just enough so that you were able to see the creature sitting on your bed, still casually washing its fur despite the occurrence of you suddenly falling off the bed.
You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest as you continued to stare at what was sitting on your bed. You breathing was quick and ragged, and you dared not to make a sound for fear that the thing would've sprang out at you and scratched you in one swift blow.
The first thought you had in your mind at the sight of a living polar bear sitting on your bed was to beat it wi
Word's Left UnsaidThe word linger in the air waiting to be spoken.Word's Left Unsaid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words we wish we could say but never will.
Secrets that haunt our realationship.
We're both still waiting to here the truth.
Words once spoken that can never be taken back.
Words that will always stay behind our lips.
Maybe it's better to keep the secret than to watch our love drift away...
the world's view of beautySometimes we don't see the beauty within ourselves because we forget to look.the world's view of beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We don't realize how special we are because something blocks our view.
We tend to wish we were someone else, but we need to learn to love ourselves.
We overlook the positives because it's easier to name the negatives.
We wonder if we will ever be good enough because we don't fit the worlds view of succesful.
People in magazines say we need to look a certain way; we forget that some company that wants us to buy their product wrote those lines for them to say.
We listen as peers whisper hurtful things to make us feel worthless, but in at least one person's eyes we will always be worth it.
Movies tell us that beauty only comes in a few shapes and sizes.
The most inportant kind of beauty comes from within.
No matter how much money, physical beauty, or objects someone has inner beauty cannot be bought.
Inner beauty takes time.
It must be wanted and finally sought.
Faces of the PastI stare at the faces of the past and wonder what they were like?Faces of the Past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did they feel the feelings I have now?
Did they wonder if they would make it through high school?
Did they ever feel alone and hurt?
Did they ever laugh until their sides ached?
Did they have close friends?
Maybe I will never know but I still look at the grad pictures row by row.
I'm Gonna Be BraveI'm going to be brave.I'm Gonna Be Brave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not going to cry.
I won't show hurt.
I'm going to push aside my fears.
I'm going to be brave for the both of us because someone has to be.
Don't Forget MeA year from now will you still remember me?Don't Forget Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once walked down the hallway you are walking through now.
My locker was the one next to yours.
My laugh once echoed of the walls.
I got good grades and my name is on a plac.
I had the teachers you now hear everyday.
I cried, sung, laughed, and loved right here.
I had close friends and have watched people drift apart.
I heard secrets whispered in my ear.
I used to have some of your fears.
My name is carved in that desk where you are writing the test I once wrote.
I have gazed at photos and wondered about the people who gradtuated here.
Like them will I become just another face that went to this place?
Bleach: Goldilocks Ch. 8Bleach: Goldilocks Ch. 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8: Love's Intoxicating
Recommended Song: "Nothing" by The Script
Marise slightly shifted in her spot, letting out a muffled groan, feeling discomfort. She slowly opened her eyes to see a room unrecognizable to her…her eyes then trailed down to find…Shinji… He was sleeping on top of her!
Her eyes naturally widened in shock, but then she remembered how it had happened…her being woken up early in the morning…coming to find Shinji in distress, them both falling asleep… She looked up at the wall to see that it was half-past seven… Her body felt sore, though Shinji was pretty scrawny, having him on top of her for a good four hours did make him seem heavier.
The boogerbrain! She thought, annoyed, looking at him. She scrunched her nose in irritation, wondering how she would get out from under him… Oh, fiddlesticks! Mama and them must think I ran away from home or was kidnapped by aliens!
She slowly lifted Shin
Switching Places - Part TwoSwitching Places - Part Two1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.
"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.
"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.
"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice desperate as I tried to capture the Frenchman's attention.
He shook his head as he began walking again, finally tuning me in to capture what I was saying, "Just don't make a noise. . ."
I complied, keeping my mouth quiet as we continued adventuring. Stephano carried me for what seemed like hours that were, in reality, only slow passing minutes as we w
CR - Blood MelodyMy name is Fallecimiento Melodia.CR - Blood Melody1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mistress of the Veracini Mansion.
And also a peerless vampire and musician.
Long ago, I was taught that "Music was made for the heart".
That music belongs to everyone.
Then I shall have this music for my own.
And so, then I shall play my violin to my heart's content.
With it, I shall make a place for myself.
A place where I could rest my wings side by side with my violin.
A place where I could find prey and suck up blood like a vampire should.
Art is nothing without blood scratches.
That is what I believe.
The night has yet to begin.
But even so, I shall enjoy these melody to my heart's content.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."
With gracefulness, I opened the door.
Making my way into the art exhibition where various kind of artists are gathering.
There was not even a thing that was miscalculated.
Everything is just like what I expected.
It's happening just like what I wished to happen.
They were in panic understandably so.
It must be
I know...Lucifer is one lonely beast...I know...1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he'd kill a priest... to have a feast...
and while he's simply standing tall...
the trees might fly, the skies might fall...
Slaughter your doubts! Slaughter them ALL...
he's not your father! spare your soul...
Just beat the drum, let's start a tune...
No one is hurt, we're all immune...
Your tears are dry, your fire's wet...
Yet death is not your safest bet...
 Resurrected: Black Butler Resurrected: Black Butler2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat quietly curled up in a massive chair in the family library, reading a romance novel. For a moment, my eyes wandered away from crisp pages of the novel I held in hand. I stared out the window, distracted by the beautiful spring weather that lay outside the mansion walls. "Miss Aubrey," a gentle voice called out shaking me back to my life inside the mansion.
"Yes, Pricilla?" I answered, eyeing my personal maid. She stood before me in her black halter dress and white apron, her long strawberry blonde hair gathered together in an elegant side braid. Clutched in her boney hands was a silver tray with a single envelope placed in the middle, my name written in familiar cursive penmanship.
Without hesitation, I seized the document from the silver platter, and with a perfectly manicured nail I ripped the envelope open. Pricilla stood by my side waiting anxiously as I removed the letter from its wrapper. My pink lips curled up into a grin, knowing that the letter was from my handsome fianc
Reality and Reasons: Chapter 16Reality and Reasons: Chapter 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 16: Once It Starts
((Takeo's Point of View))
I went to the provided guest room Alistair offered me.
The ingenuity of his soul kept me at questioning his words.
Perhaps, the things that had happened to the four of us really mark history.
Who am I kidding.
Why didn't I save him at the time offered?
I thought I had the guts to get him out.
I now see everything turned against my favor.
I paced in the black dim room thinking of how everything might end.
Thinking of what the risks will be.
Thinking of who'd die and who will survive in the favor of Remy.
Now and then I twitched in my awful thoughts of wishing I had never met him.
I ran my lips against my teeth thinking of the blood that would splatter against my hands.
Seeing that Remy would be watching this fight.
A fight I wouldn't be aware of.
I sat on the fine silk blankets on the large king size beds wishing for a second chance in starting over.
Ironic no? A demon wishing for another chance.
But had Remy done to deser
KitpaiKitpai2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the crowd blend and smear,
Alone in the room,
Watching, hearing, wanting,
Laughter loud and clear,
as i creep along the wall,
You stood there strong,
The difference to the crowd.
Gave me hope along my way,
Gave me hope on the shadowy day.
2 Four of Diamonds2 Four of Diamonds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fourth child.
The lonely child.
The thoughtful child.
The quiet child.
Loving mother, wonderful siblings; father.
Sadron the fourth of diamonds.
Sadron the silent prince.
Sadron the . Sad.
Sadron the trustworthy.
Damon the best friend.
Damon the silent friend.
The loyal child.
The loyal friend.
Wainakويـنـك؟Wainak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ويـن الوعـد و ويـن الدفـى, ويـن الضحـك لـبـمحي الأسـى
ويـن لعـيـون إلي ما بـتـنـام, أحـلى ما كوبـس بـل منـام
ويـنـك غـايـب و ما بـتـسئـل, أنا ألـبي من الـنطـرة مـ
just look...look at your eyes...just look...4 years ago in General More Like This
look at your smile...
look at your nose...
look at your neck...
look at the stars...
they shine so bright...
look at the sun...
mother of light...
and when you'll have
nothing to do...
look at me while
I'm missing you...
DollShe sits with an idle brain,Doll4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That comforts her in troubled times,
And tells her to smile happily,
Such a harmless little lie
Harmless to a careless world,
That turns without a thought,
Rids its mind of burden,
And hates a heavy heart.
She turns to every corner,
With a silent desperate plea,
Hoping for a pair of open arms,
In which she can finally weep.
Instead she finds mannequins,
With blink-less empty eyes,
Hollow and emotionless,
Arms dangling by their sides.
She goes mad in her little doll house,
Where not a thing is felt,
And behind every printed smile,
Is an emotion being held.
Kourin KazegameName: Kourin KazegameKourin Kazegame5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hair: Medium length red hair spiked up.
Clothes: He wears the usual school uniform of blue clothes and a
silver lining (always keeps shirt colar down) and brown leather belt
with a silver buckle. He also wears blue pants and a long sleve shirt at all times and is rarly seen at all wearing shorts or any other types of clothing. His shoes are usualy black leather boots or no shoes at all (bare foot).
Eyes: His eyes are a deep brown colour that are rather narrow and
intimidating but change to that of a dragons when transformed.
personality: He is the quiet one of the bunch, sitting away from
everyone else and tending to his own buisness. He would only open up
to people who would treat him with kindness and usualy keeps his
distance from thoes who would harm others for their own pleasure.
Alothough strong, he hates using his powers in fear he may do
something he will regret (eg att
my world...in my mAke-believe world...my world...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where everything hAppens the wAy i desire, the wAy i pleAse...
brushes color your peAceful dreAms...
with flAmboyAnt colors...
And effulgent spArkles...
the ground is covered with violet sAtin...
in the sky, heAvenly birds fly...
in my world,
where feAthery rAin drops fAll gently
to kiss your tender skin
you'd be sleeping in my Arms,
All wArm, secure
desireأسبق وشعرت برغبة الحبdesire5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ألمست هذا الحنين إليه؟
حنين يجعلك تبحث عنه
في كل نظرةٍ..
تبحث عنه في كل باص ٍ..
في كل حانة..
في كل متجر..
في كلمات بائع..
لمسة مارٍ في شارع حياتك
you...you plunder my whole...you...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I say you're right...
you murder my soul...
and I do not fight...
you twist and you turn...
like a deadly snake...
you light and you burn...
lovers at the stake...
scrap me, start anew...
try to heed my plea...
set me free from you...
I just want to be...