Why I hate Justin Bieber Quite a few people have asked me why I hate the insufferable wretch that is Justin Bieber as much as I do. Well, it’s not just his horrible music that makes me burn with an extreme hatred every time I even hear about him. There’s a rather sad story behind this.Why I hate Justin Bieber2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About two or three years ago, when he was in his major prime, (which was about the time I first got into anime, and this will come into the story later.) I had a friend. I shall only refer to her as “Marlene”* for now. I knew Marlene for many years, and we rode the bus together. Marlene was a tomboy at the time. She was one of the best soccer players I knew, and she was amazing at drumming. And then, that fateful day arrived. She was using her phone on the bus, and I couldn’t help but glance over at her wallpaper. To my utter disbelief, it was a picture of Justin Bieber. I asked her, “Hey, did your little sister mess with your phone or something? You may want to check your wallpaper.
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Six Word Story - Philosophy'What's life?' she asked, too eagerly.Six Word Story - Philosophy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
DreamIn sleep my heart goes restlessDream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer do I wish to forget,
Passing mem’ries rendered formless
Olden phantoms that I’d grown to regret
How droll is it not that in time I find respite,
Though with each tick I leave part of myself behind?
Trapped am I not in an ever losing fight
Of morbid recollection which with death is intertwined?
Ignorance is no longer a blissful factor
Nor is it the way that my path treads
In a quest of recollection through a shattered mirror
Only to rue what has past long before I’m dead
And when death tolls, its bell brings acceptance
Preceded by the creeping tendrils of inevitable oblivion
Then the pain which grasps with mournful tolerance
Ending the madness, leaving no more than a mere vision
Waking up my heart feels callously empty
No longer do I recall the past night
Though by some odd reason I know I’ve dreamt aplenty,
Perhaps, just lost forevermore to the blight
AloneWhen I am aloneAlone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness of my room,
Sleep is approaching,
but my mind's a labyrinth too
I navigate the pathways
trying to understand:
How in a room so empty,
lonely I never am
.a spider weaves.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
Three FlamesThree figures, arms outstretched, heads aflameThree Flames1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long black limos with headlights on pass
Babies with teeth and angel wings fly by, grinning
In the twilight shadows move, tiny lights flicker
The end of summer has come, three flames light my way
A door floats in space; all must enter at some time
Those who survive winter may see spring again
Those far from home may find it, lit up and waiting
The devoid of dreams may find new hope there
At the least, the restless will find peace at last; all must pass
The names of the ancient cities escape my lips
I thought that I’d forgotten, but they come easily
The One whom I denied will not deny me, but welcome
The long tiring day succumbs to sweet night
It is finished; a thousand stars burst into flame; let it be
PeonyAlone, but forPeony2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the red boots marching
cathedral heart: I
am beating echoes
in this city of the
stepping little girl's
dreams, I visit mama
in the night; but
flowers and wine won't
pay for her light.
Wildflowers, Imperfect BirdsI breathed your name like wildflowers under vast broken skies, in wide-open spaces. The wind blowing through them spoke of dew and dirt and petrichor, and there was sunlight on the ground like a mosaic patterned by god's own hands.Wildflowers, Imperfect Birds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I said it like a monarch claiming new land: a declaration, a butterfly breath over old earth; like it was coffee on a warm morning with the sun in my eyes, interlacing with my lashes; like it was a dream; like it was a prayer like it was a miracle wrought of air and bone and body: you, in, out, in, out, in and in and in.
I cried it out like an earthquake between lip and lip, continents that don't quite fit: your name, a fault line that doesn't know how to apologize.
And I whispered it like it had grown nothing where there should've been feathers, no wings to fly it on, like my lips were the nest it would always call home.
So I breathed it,
And I whispered it,
And I said it,
And I sang it,
Like a castle; like a mirror; like it was the big bang and ever
Carpe noctem. Carpe noctemCarpe noctem.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Było już dobrze po północy, gdy rudy kot bezszelestnie przemknął przez drewniany ganek i wśliznął się do sporej wielkości, starego domu. Bez chwili wahania skierował swoje miękkie kroki w stronę kuchni, by ugasić pragnienie po długim polowaniu. Kilkakrotnie zwilżył szorstki, różowy język i odwrócił się do swojej pani, wbijając w nią swoje, zdawać by się mogło, fosforyzujące spojrzenie żółtych ślepi. Z postawionym na sztorc ogonem podszedł do staruszki i zaczął ocierać się o jej wełniane papucie. Zamiauczał głośno raz i drugi, z dumą obwieszczając swój tryumf w walce o przetrwanie. A przynajmniej tak nazywał to dziki instynkt łowcy, bo przecież u Pani miał pod dostatkiem pokarmu i miłości, nie musiał wcale polować
The Book of Excerpts: A New TreeThe Book of Excerpts: A New Tree3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The heart and mind walk hand in hand...
Baring the human soul...
Though the temptation of this trinity,
is what bellowed once and throughout history!
A tree in a garden of sacred proportions & boundaries!
Though guarded by feather and wing,
tainted by scale and horn.
There lied the tongue of icy breath
& searing words...
Behind & below Holy vision...
And there upon the finding of the foul and fallen wretch,
Were humans ever forsaken...
Grace had yet to pry its way back into the light...
Until the prime year of our Lord...
The way, the word, the light was he,
Our Lord & Savior!
Filth have we ever been by our
trapped and sinning souls...
We were saved!
Finding Grace before Salvation,
should we accept the call
Of the Son of Man!
Yet still remain...these things we call trees...
Forever growing...only to die...
As they go on to the greater garden!
Yet here, where the roots lie beneath...
and closest to Hell...
Darkness is forever a curse to the deepest of roots,
The Blame Game. The Blame GameThe Blame Game.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How about we play a game.
So we will know who is to blame.
We'll spin the dice and take a turn.
And hurt each other until it burns.
I can't believe what you have done.
Filled us with lies of Kingdom come.
You preached of a God oh so great.
Yet now it seems we are of different fates
There will be no hypocrites beyond His door.
Nor salvation for the wicked to their core.
No place for the deceitful with silver tongues
or those who have been lost since they were young.
For you who cant stand to see your mother.
Have only become a dreadful bother.
Spewing your hate from here to there.
You will one day face a life so bare.
You speak of a Kingdom and Father's love,
Yet when faced a problem; were the first to shove.
A coward hiding behind twisted lies.
Then questioned why we broke all ties.
Don't get me started on your transgressions.
Your problems you caused with pure aggression.
You fought, and screamed, and manipulated.
Your husbands left beaten and berated
grievancefile a grievance withgrievance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the god(s) you believe in
be it fate,
fortune, heaven, or flowers -
which bow their heads when wind blows
and storms knock out our windows
and pray for a day or two
go back to doing whatever it is
you will forget;
that is the tragedy
and so, when i mourn, i'll toss coins
in a well for you too
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.