To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall,Mirror Mirror2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
acting like you know it all.
Comparing every little thing.
Ruling my life like a king.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
making my self-esteem fall and fall.
Telling me things I don't want to hear.
Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
here I lie, here I sprawl.
Can't you see what you have done?
Making my mind become un-spun.
The Demons That Haunt Us"You foolish boy." Snarled his voice. His dark, snakelike eyes glinted with malice. "How many people died because you? Because you were weak? You couldn't muster up the courage to kill me? Too late Harry. All your fault."The Demons That Haunt Us2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Harry paled, writhing and moaning, pleading. "No, no NO!" He shouted, sobbing. "Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please. Make it stop." One by one, they appeared before him. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, his Parents, Dumbledore, and Snape. They circled around him, tauntingly. "You let us die Harry. It's your fault. You were too weak, too late. You did this Harry. YOU."
He sobbed louder. Suddenly a face appeared before him. "Draco!" he cried clutching at the hay figure. Draco gazed back, mouth curled in a sneer. "What do you want?" Harry's face fell. "Dray?" he questioned hesitantly. "Don't call me that." Snapped Draco. "Get away from me."
"No" Harry moaned. "No, please, no oh no. Please Drake. I love you."
"So?" came the cold reply. "Why should I care? You're in
BullyingBullying3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just one word.
That's all it takes.
Continued by many.
Followed by pushing.
We wish it will stop.
We try hard to be strong.
To deal with it on our own.
But when we try and ask for help, we get put down and told to 'get over it'.
It's not just physical, it's not just emotional.
It attacks our confidence.
And shatters our Esteem.
It threatens our well-being as we dream.
That maybe, just maybe we'll be treated like everyone else. To feel what it's like to not fear of being hurt.
To those who bully; to those who judge.
Put on the shoes of someone who you have hurt and,
Walk a mile where they have walked.
Feel the feelings that they have felt.
So, do yourself a favor.
Think before you speak.
Think before you do.
'Cause you never know; the victim could someday be you.
Then you will realize that your words nor your actions were ever that cool.
By: Krista M. Warcop
You know you love VD when,1. You have the Season 1 DVD or watch reruns online.You know you love VD when,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. You've had dreams about it.
3. You where either yourself, Damon, Stefan, or Elena in those dreams.
4. You have VD collectibles.
5. You are a member of any type of VD fansite.
6. You are a member of Team Stefan, Team Damon, Team Stelena, Team Delena, or Team Elena (any others I don't know about, please let me know!)
7. If you miss an episode for whatever reason, it bothers the crap outta you.
8. After you watch an episode, you think about it alot.
9. You have a lot of deviations pertaining to VD.
10. You've read the books and watch the series.
11. You've read the books more than once.
12. You read other books by LJ Smith
13. You like to use quotes from the series in everyday life.
14. Someone has asked you why you love vampires so much.
15. You gave that person a very detailed explanation as to why.
16. You like to drink a lot of red colored drinks because it looks like ur drinking blood.
17. Someone has commented on your red color
The quiet onesThe Quiet OnesThe quiet ones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 92 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
she would become a bird,
& never come back.
She doesn’t want her death
laid out like a fast-food
how does she begin to explain
cultivating in her breastbone?
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Homefront- 'Call It Home'Artemis found her eyes drawn to the two speedsters in the room, despite all the heroes that were there. But most of them were watching the speedsters, too.Homefront- 'Call It Home'3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as the last bit of whatever it was Wally had been trapped in fell away, The Flash swept him up into what was quite possibly the most smothering hug she'd ever seen. And Wally, to her surprise, didn't wriggle or try to squirm away the way most teenage boys would try to do, especially in front of friends; he sighed, with an air of graceful resignation he couldn't really pull off, and threaded his arms around the Scarlet Speedster in turn, even snuggling closer.
The Flash's response was to hold him tighter, and mutter, "You have to be more careful. What if we hadn't gotten here in time?"
"But you did," Wally responded calmly, and with a smile in his voice Artemis could hear even if she couldn't see it. "You always do. You have all the time in the world, remember?" He pulled back enough to tap the logo on the man's
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?
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
Days of PainI'm just so tired of this pain,Days of Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of burying it every day,
Having it kill my insides,
Smothering me when I feel okay,
I hate how I need a crutch,
But on my own it's just way too much.
This burden weighs down my soul,
It holds me beneath waves of pain,
Every time I try to breathe,
The toxin just gets in again,
Somehow it flows through my veins,
Leaving my heart streaked with inky stains.
Why won't the darkness recede,
Where is the light from my burning sun,
I just want to escape,
I'm far beyond just coming undone,
It's so hard to remain strong,
When your world feels terribly wrong.
It isn't right that I feel like a weight,
Dragging my close friends down,
So I attempt to keep things inside,
But on my own I'm likely to drown,
These poisoned waves sap my soul,
And when I'm weak I can lose control.
Keeping it together is very hard,
All I want is normality,
To experience days free of hurt,
I just want to be relaxed and free,
This place is bad for my health,
Maybe soon I'll feel like myse
Till Death Do Us ApartSneha laughed silently, wiping stray tears from her eyes. "Douche" she whispered, feet leading her towards the flat she was sharing with Priyanka and Zayn for the summer. Despite he offhandedness, and her anger she knew she needed to get to Priyanka before she broke down. The thought of Zayn didn't even make her hesitate; he was as good as her brother. She was certain the two of them would get married and then he'd be her adoptive brother-in-law for real.Till Death Do Us Apart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With shaky hands, she unlocked the door. Silently, she stood in the doorway, watching the two figures on the couch. They even looked made for each other, two brown with crazy hair, one with his quiffed and the girl with bright red tips. Perhaps the two quietest yet most loud and insane brown friends she had. The two strangest people she knew, and they were perfect for each other. Literally two halves of a whole, they were the same person. Priyanka sat, huddled in Zayn's arms, watching old episodes of Doctor Who. Zayn was seemingly uni
Friendship SpeechFriendship SpeechFriendship Speech8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
March 25, 2006
So many people say that you won't amount to anything, you won't make it, you won't succeed- unless you're on your own. But those people forget the heroes standing behind them- the unsung warriors- the brave fighters and peacemakers- who make life what it is. These people are friends, compadres, amigos, amis and even the chums- add the vibrancy and color to this world that is otherwise a monotone black and white. These people- who no matter what is wrong and what they are doing, support you every step of the way and hold you up when you're falling.
Ladies and gentlemen, never forget these people watching you, guarding you through life's hardships. They will be your light, your happiness to guide you through this never ending darkness. If soon forgotten, the marks- and sometimes even the scars- these people cast on your heart will still exist, though their reasoning may be lost. Everyone you meet- every single person impacts you in some way, no mat