Scars Of BullyingFor most students, a good day at school would have been the day they passed a test they didn’t study for or not getting called on in class to answer a question you didn’t know the answer to. A good day for me was not ending up in the trash can at lunch. A good day for me was when I didn’t get shoved in a locker for a whole class period. A good day for me would have been the day that people forgot I was even there.Scars Of Bullying3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I didn’t know why people chose me to pick on. It may have been because I was skinnier than most students, but then why would they have called me fat? It may be because I had tried to be too helpful, but then why did they call me selfish? It may have been because I was smart, but then why did they call me stupid? I will never understand.
When I started High school life stopped being fun. I often woke up and wondered “Why bother?”. Sometimes I couldn’t find a good reason so I didn’t to school on those days.
My mom ta
All that I have -Mockingjay Spoilers-"Ha-ha! Look mommy! I found a flower!" the young girl with dark hair and blue eyes nears me with a primrose clasped in her fingers, waving the flower of her namesake, well, my sister's namesake. More than fifteen years passed since the rebellion and most loose ends have met each other. After five or so years of Peeta and me growing back together, we finally put down most of our past, and promised to live a better life and make all the deaths count. We tried, and surprisingly, we pulled through. With flashbacks and nightmares in the back of our minds -but every now and then they knock on the door- we settled down in the newly rebuilt district twelve, with a new start, and a new life to live.All that I have -Mockingjay Spoilers-4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It's a primrose!" she giggles excitedly, uttering me to tuck it behind her ear and make it look like she has a headdress or something. "Just like me!" she smiles at me, her blue eyes twinkling and pairing up with the meadow sanctuary around us. She runs away from me and dances around in the meadow,
Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,sick of me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When where i am turns to hell,
I go to where my friends are and ask for help,
Turns out they don't care either.
I feel ignored by them too,
I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,
I just got so used to it before,
But now it's like they are all sick of me.
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,Masks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you
Wait for my miracleWait for my miracle3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Daddy please hear this song, soft and sweet
In your head you can hear the screams
Of your memories, longing for those young days
wrapped in days of twilight long and raised
How you laughed when I told you I could see
all my secret songs that I kept so tight in my heart
and sung at night as loud as I could
settled down into the sea to swim once again
And in my dreams, my brother stands with me, holding hands
in a struggle to find my peace deep inside, sounding deep
And in my dreams your alive and your crying
as your arms, move in mine, soft and real
flowers rest on your arms, and how I love you
rest for your life, I'll always take care
Brother see, I wish we were one and the same
and I could leave without feeling ashamed
I watched as your eyes raised to the sky
and I looked away, wishing I could have you resting on my cheek
Cause I know my head is making this fake between us
And as we rest, in god's only spectacle
God is some just holy spectacle
And as we rest, in god's only spectac
I want youMilky fore-arms around your wonderI want you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yours; I am
in a momentary moment
the throbs or judders of my heart
to the beat
I've memorised the curvature of your soul
the creases of your skin
the screams while we create love
I project them on the walls of my skull
and believe you are
When you face the darkness
my breath covers your skin
protecting your exterior as a silken sheet
I love you so deeply
it can't be found
unattainable to all others
my love can't be re-heated by microwave
by your kiss
on my lips
archeologists dig the earth
and tell myths of its power
but only you can taste the feel
when you lay your head back and open your jaw wide
it travels through your respiratory
quicker than tornado wind
written on the back of my teeth
anyone can fall in love with anything, just depends on the amount of alcohol.
Mockingjay: A Series in ReviewMockingjay: A Series in Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Because this will mostly be about the ending of The Mockingjay, the final book in the Hunger Games trilogy, there will be spoilers.
If you're wondering why I went straight from Hunger Games to The Mockingjay in my reviews, it's mainly because I read Catching Fire in one night, and anything I had to say about it would just have been repeating my old review, just with one or two less flaws. Easily, it's my favorite of the three, and I read it completely in one sitting. After completing it, I figured I'd leave my reviews alone, since everyone already knew how I felt about it. And then came Mockingjay.
Now I will admit, going into it I knew that the word on the internet was that it ended badly. Not Breaking Dawn badly, but from what I could tell people started to stop caring about the characters, it was harder to swallow, and it all around was the least favorite among the readers. While I was reading it, I found myself saying: "Why ar
The MoonriseThe Moonrise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Take HimHe tried to be goodTake Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But his history stood,
An obvious change was made,
But too obvious to believe,
The ones known for seeing through lies;
Swore they could see through his eyes,
They said he hadn't changed at all.
He tried so hard,
To get them to believe him,
But all they did,
But stare right past him,
How were they so blind.
He's desperate now,
He'll do anything,
Just accept him please,
It's killing me,
I tried so hard,
But it's all so far.
He's asking you know,
To hear him out,
He is so much nicer now.
He's guilty and sad,
Can't you please see that,
At least pretend for a while.
It's worth the risk,
Just to take him in,
It's pure cold falling down.
Take him in.
I know how you feelI hate seeing you all with those frowns,I know how you feel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sad eyes filled up with tears,
I try to help,
But i'm just a hypocrite,
It's just because i know how it feels,
To be on the edge,
I know how it feels,
To feel all alone when it seems like no body cares,
So when ever you're upset,
I'll be glad to lend a hand,
Because i know it feels,
When no body cares,
When everybody stares,
But they don't say a words,
When you're broken and crying,
When you're world feels empty,
I promise i will care,
If you need it i'll be there,
Because i feel alone like that sometimes,
I know how bad it can be,
I'm just as sad as you now,
So i want to help out,
You don't deserve the pain,
You shouldn't be feeling this way.
Self Harm IICut on my leg, blood on my wrist.Self Harm II6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Towel beneath me, scissors in my fist.
I hold my breath and gasp in pain.
Blood falls, in a crimson rain.
Strawberry gashes all over my wrist.
Its out of love, that I do this.
Hide my pain, under a scarf.
And tomorrow Ill pretend to smile and laugh.
Time will have to end...You said 'forever',Time will have to end...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you meant 'until whenever'
Say, do you remember?
I'm slightly mad,
The times we had,
All fell apart in december.
Immortal, we aren't,
But I thought we would,
Grow old together, if we could.
But alas, my friend,
It was all pretend,
What life has started…
Time has to end.
Dear Self HarmDear Self Harm,Dear Self Harm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your tearing my family apart...
Your ruining my life...
You have everything i think about, is you...
I hate having to wear sweat shirts or long sleeves, in the summer...
I don't like and im getting tired of the same old braclets...
I don't like to worry about the scars you left behind for me to deal with...
People don't get that im stuck with you and the things you did to me...
You made me from a happy girl, to a girl with depression...
I guess im addicted...? So my councelor says..
See, you make me need to see a councelor, and shes just trying to get me...
I'd like to go one day, one day with out you...
I hope you don't visit my sisters...
Self Harm...I do love you...but I need you to leave me, and Ill try and forget you.
P.S. please leave me, Im tired of you...
self-harm is for attention?If self harm is for attention,self-harm is for attention?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then why the scars we conceal,
why feel the guilt with every cut,
why know that within you will never truly heal,
if merely for attention,
the scars would be for all to see,
you'd want all to know what you do,
not be hating what you know you'll always be,
you'd cut and burn in front of others,
not forever behind closed doors,
feel accepted by all around,
not as if you're breaking some social law,
"self harm is for attention",
the words of an ignorant fool,
who think that we crave sympathy,
thing that having scars makes us feel "cool",
they don't think about what they are saying,
look for the logic in the lies,
all they see is attention seekers,
through their uneducated eyes,
maybe one day they'll know the truth,
maybe they will feel the pain,
then with their new found knowledge,
I hope they hear the lies again,
feel the unacceptable,
the hatred these lies create,
be on the receiving end for once,
and forever curse cruel fate,
if self harming was for atten
A Poem About Self HarmA Poem About Self Harm6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- Don't -
Dont talk to me
Dont pay attention
Dont love me
Dont act like I am alive
Because I will be fine
Dont you see my scars?
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s
Der Pirat und die Barfrau - Kapitel 1Der Pirat und die Barfrau - Kapitel 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Kampaii" riefen alle Männer und schlugen die Bierkrüge gegeneinander. Ein lautes Klirren erfüllte den Raum, genauso wie das Lachen und die Gespräche der Feiernden. Die komplette Bar war voll von den Rothaar-Piraten. Wie immer feierten sie und tranken sich die Hucke voll, ohne jeglichen Grund. Das war ganz normal bei ihnen.
Wie jeden Tag reichten die Biervorräte Bar kaum aus um die Bande zu versorgen. Immer waren sie ausverkauft und meistens blieb für die restlichen Dorfbewohner kaum Bier. Doch daran haben sie sich schon so halbwegs gewöhnt.
Der Geruch von Alkohol lag in der Luft, wie üblich. Makino mochte den Geruch von Bier schon seit ihrer Kindheit, doch vertragen konnte sie Alkohol nicht. Schon nach einem Glas Bier trat sie vollkommen weg. Doch das hielt sie nicht davon auf die Bar ihres Vaters zu übernehmen, nachdem er verstorben ist.
Unweigerlich musste sie lächeln als sie an die Zeit dachte, an dem sie die Bar übernehme
Hey self, are you listening?Hello, again today me,Hey self, are you listening?3 years ago in Letters More Like This
How have you been? I know you may not want to hear this, what with all the hate you feel towards yourself. You may feel weak and that all the shouting you're doing isn't being heard. But I wanted you to know that you don't always have to put walls up around you. And if your gunna shout, sing! No one is going to blame you for loving yourself. Love yourself as much I do. Be yourself. What I love about you is how you put others before yourself.
You are kind, considerate, selfless, and beautiful. Forget about what everybody else thinks, who cares what they think about us. You are going to reach your dreams, I can already tell, you're the brightest star I've ever seen. The way your smile can make people question their lives and breath new life into them. The way your eyes light up when you make someone laugh. The confidence you feel when you've helped someone. When you've completed a task. When you are right. And you are right, you know that right? There is nothing wr
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]