A Simple Guide: Getting More Hits on Written WorkA Simple Guide to Submitting Written Works Effectively and ProfessionallyA Simple Guide: Getting More Hits on Written Work2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This guide is designed to help writers beautify their written work. Its sole purpose is to make these works more reader friendly in order to receive more hits. It is made up of suggestions that can be taken or left at each writer's own discretion.
ALWAYS EDIT BEFORE SUBMITTING. Evaluate sentence structure, grammar, punctuation, and spelling to avoid errors. Seems like a no-brainer, right? Oddly enough, this is one of the most overlooked aspects of writing for a lot of us. For many of us, editing is the most dreaded
love poem for a linguistI love youlove poem for a linguist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the skeleton
of a sentence,
the essentials of meaning.
I love you
with nouns and verbs
with the barest
a paring down
a grammar of my own design
in which everything
InfatuatedI am infatuated with a boyInfatuated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because his smile is too big for his face
and it feels like the only thing that’s real,
because his eye color is cerulean
and that’s been my favorite crayon
ever since my grandmother
bought me that set of sixty four,
because he’s so damn beautiful
even though boys aren’t meant to be,
because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.
I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,
but I can’t even speak to him
because my tongue ties itself
into pretty ribbon bows
because he is a gorgeous jigsaw
and I don’t understand him at all,
even after a million glances.
So I’m dissecting every word he says,
every glance in my direction,
and every casual brush of skin
to try and find subliminal messages
even if there aren’
Risking HeavenThe day you signed the recruitment formsRisking Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said you felt like you'd sold your soul.
But you cried the night before basics
So I knew it was still in there
But somewhere in the marching
And the running and the shouting,
The gunshots and the dust and blood
It was lost.
You were lost.
Show me the contract
And I'll sign away my soul
Because we used to say we'd brave hell together
If it meant we'd never be apart
And I won't risk heaven
If you might not be waiting
Freeze FrameStuck.Freeze Frame5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stuck in the past.
"The past is nothing but what you make of it."
Why can't I make it anything else?
Why can't I make it leave me alone?
Why can't I get over it?
Seeing their faces makes me sad.
Makes my heart ache for what used to be,
and my soul yearn for what should be.
Am I a masochist?
Missing the people that hated me,
Am I sadistic?
Wishing I could be with them,
wishing I could hug them,
as they point that knife behind my back.
Am I stupid?
All the lies and tears.
All the drama.
And I still want them back.
Why can't I let go?
I want to move on.
I want to leave them
like they left me.
But I'm stuck in the past.
I'm stuck stalking
and looking at pictures
I thought they'd miss me.
I thought they couldn't live without me.
That's what they said
before our friendship
came to an end.
I'm so confused.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat
what I'd eat
at their house.
I can't drink
or do anyth
A Funny Catholic StoryLittle Mary Margaret was not the best student inA Funny Catholic Story8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Catholic School .
Usually she slept through the class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while
she was sleeping.
'Tell me Mary Margaret, who created the universe?'
When Mary Margaret didn't stir, little Johnny who
was her friend
sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her
in the rear.
shouted Mary Margaret.
The Nun said, 'Very good' and continued teaching
A little later the Nun asked Mary Margaret, 'Who
is our Lord and
But Mary didn't stir from her slumber Once again,
Johnny came to
her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret in the butt.
'Jesus Christ!!!' shouted Mary Margaret and the
Nun once again
said,'Very good,' and Mary Margaret fell back
The Nun asked her a third question...'What did Eve
say to Adam
after she had her twenty-third child?'
Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Mary Margaret jumped up and shouted, 'If
you stick that
damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it
Like Dropsi.Like Drops3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like drops of water we fall
I must be
you might think that
you want to be different yourself
you do not
you want to be special
I am not special
everyone wants to be special
not so special
want to seduce me
because I'm different
I don't mind, but
I've never really liked those girls
I don't really like girls at all
I like sex though, so..
I let them
some will fall
in love with me.
want to beat me up
show me my
also because I'm different
and because they grew up with a strong father figure
I don't really like boys at all, but
I like their hatred
so I don't argue my case
will fall in love with me.
Maybe I'm a teardrop
or one of
because for me
are all different.
but you are not special
and even though I sometimes seduce you
want to beat you up
I don't really l
ExpireSuicidal imaginationExpire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born into despair and pain
Forever scarred and unholy
Forever distorted and confused
We live to die
Born into death
We all die every day
The very second we are born
All water turns to blood
All bones turn to ash
Every soul called famous
Is another heart hollowed
I don't talk, you know
I don't smile, of course
Because I'm numb in pain
I'm empty and forever hopeless
Life is nothing more than useless struggle
Birth is the first gun shot
And death is the only satisfying thing in the end
I'm tired of struggling in vain
I just want to set my eyes to rest
And my skin to the cold
So I can truly be nothing
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Walking on Broken Glass - 1As soon as Steve entered the hospital, all eyes were on him. He had dirt and blood all over himself, his Captain America suit had large rips where his wounds were already healing, and was carrying an unconscious Tony Stark. He had managed to take him out of the Iron Man suit with JARVIS's help, but wasn't able to wake him up, don't matter how loud he yelled his name.Walking on Broken Glass - 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tony was taken to the emergency room and Steve asked one of the nurses for some change to call Peter.
"Hello?" The 18 year old answered.
"Peter, it's Steve. I'm at the hospital."
"What?! What happened?"
"I'll be there in 10 minutes."
And he was. When Peter arrived, Steve explained that Tony had been injured in battle and was unconscious before heading to the restroom with the change of clothes that Peter brought for him.
It was a couple of hours before they got any news. Doctor Scott was Tony's doctor and was well aware of his condition with the arc reactor, no other doctor was ever allowed to treat Tony
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I Am A WriterI am a deadly murdererI Am A Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
A Lot Of Funny Little Sayings1. You have ONE advantage over me..... You can kiss my ss and I can't!A Lot Of Funny Little Sayings7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
2. Tradgedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
3. You only live once...but if you live it right, once is enough.
4. If your heart was really broken, you'd be dead, so shut up.
5. When a smurf is choking, what color does it turn?
6. The nice mean are ugly, the handsome men are mean, and the nice and handsome men are GAY!
7. When life hands you lemons, alter their DNA, and make SUPER LEMONS!
8. Boys are like lava lamps, pretty to look at, but not very bright.
9. My imaginary friend thinks you have serious problems...
10. A good friend will comfort you when he rejects you, but a best friend will go up to him and say, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
11. Forget the cookies, the Darkside has YAOI!
12. DANGER: Blond Zone
13. Save the Earth it's the only planet with chocolate.
14. Did you just call me a BITCH? Well, a bitch is a DOG, Dogs BARK, Bark is on TREES, Trees are a pa
DepressionI'm tired of being here,Depression11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weakness is,
but I know I hear some lust.
I just have to get through this,
and have no one to trust.
the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.the shit i learned in high school1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
I will Stand TallI will stand tall no matter who knocks me down.I will Stand Tall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be stronger than before with nothing to hold me down.
Even though you have pushed and kicked me down, I will find the strength to stand back up.
You may be the closest to me but you don’t know what I am capable of.
You try to find ways to make me weak and helpless but I will not listen.
You are always there in the back of my mind, taunting me with your hurtful words.
I wish you would leave but I know that is not possible.
You are a part of me, the darkness that lies in my heart.
I need you here to give me a reason to stand back up when you make me fall.
Give me your best shot, I’ll take the pain and endure it.
You may hurt me emotionally but there is always something to live for in this world.
I will stand back up even if you push me down.
You can’t keep me down forever.
I’ll fight back and stand up tall again.
LonelinessHave you ever felt so alone?Loneliness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Not alone as in you don't have anyone to talk to, but alone as in empty. You feel numb, and hollow, like nothing matters anymore. You could just lay there, staring at nothing and yet it hurts so much. The feeling of true loneliness is sickening, your mind starts to wonder, your stomach clenches, and the tears begin to run thick.
Before you know it, everything just stops. The tears dry, the sobs quiet, and you are left with nothing but a dull ache in your entire body.
You end up falling asleep like that, curled up and aching. And you put a smile on your face, so no one knows how much it hurts.
Then it repeats.
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.I am eight years old.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You threaten me because you hear me loud and clear.
Every other weekend, I have to sit here and endure as you put this shit on my face. But that's not why you're a bitch. That's why you're an idiot. What makes you a bitch is the fact that you expect me to be silent and still every time your hand slips and the curling iron burns the top of my ear, or you
Who am IWho am IWho am I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth