My SociopathMy sociopath.My Sociopath5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are just a means,
To achieve your goals.
You don't really care.
It's all pretend.
I wonder if they can tell?
But I'm different.
I'm your love,
Even if I don't love you,
Even if I can't love you.
You will protect me,
And care for me,
And I will show you kindness.
I will act as if I care,
Because you make me happy.
Your manipulations will get you far,
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
Questions.Questions.Questions.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
TeachTeach how to read, not what to read.Teach3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teach how to speak, not what to say.
Teach how to love, not who to love.
Teach how to think, not what to think.
Teach how to be, not who to be.
Teach how to listen, not what to listen to.
Teach how to stand, not what to stand for.
Teach how to write, not what to write.
Teach how to admire, not what to admire.
Teach how to fight, not who to fight.
Teach how to laugh, not what to laugh at.
Teach how to question, not what to question.
Teach how to accept, not what to accept.
Teach how to succeed, not what to succeed in.
Teach how to follow, not who to follow.
Teach how to teach, not what to teach.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
Lost NovemberI am lost November,Lost November4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the breath of winter
at the hairline of its neck.
I am the blood orange that
sours a little too soon.
A thirty day intuition
to a season of good will.
A blip on the side of
the road that melts easily
out of sight, out of mind.
An unremembered instance
on a torn index page
of a forgotten, spineless book.
I am lost November.
Remember me the instance
when you feel unremembered too.
Battle in my MindEat.Battle in my Mind7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.
Commissions- OPENCommissions- OPENCommissions- OPEN8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello! I am now doing writing commissions! I can only take so many at a time so if you want me to do a commission just comment! ^^ all commissions are 10 points each once i get your commission you must wait patiently
oh and if you see the commissions are closed then you can still comment me what you want just dont pay me yet
I will do:
limes (witch are like lemons only PG-13)
I will not do:
lemons (sorry as much as i love to read them i dont think i can write one)
so basically anything but lemons and OCxcountry ^^
Theme 1 - IntroductionTheme 1 IntroductionTheme 1 - Introduction9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello everyone! I’m AnimeFreak141 and this is my 1000 story challenge introduction. As far as I can tell it’s almost exactly like the 100 picture challenge in the sense that there’s no real barrier on what you can do, and each picture/story has to be based around one word. So yes, that will be what I’m doing for the next however many weeks… months. They will all be Hetalia based reader inserts involving nearly every character (just to appease people and make them want to read, I’ll take requests for characters being involved in certain stories, check out my profile to see the list and just tell me if there’s a specific character you want)
Also, unless one of the stories become really popular (I highly doubt that though) they may all be one-shots, they may have some themes that can be considered vulgar, and also (if I’m asked to do it, or just want to) they may have lemons in them.
Other than that I
Turtwig Champion's Request PolicyHello, and welcome to my request policy and information area. This is where you can learn about making a request with me and what I will and won't draw. Please be sure to read over all of it before sending your request. If you have any questions or comments please leave them here on the comment section of the policy. Please have a nice day.Turtwig Champion's Request Policy1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Simple – One character, or two simple design characters
Complex – More than two characters, or two complex design characters.
Sketch – A picture sketched out on computer paper, drawn by hand from scratch.
Colored Sketch – A picture that has been gone back over in colored pencil to give it color.
Ink/Line Art – A picture sketched out, and then put into SAI and turned into a black line fashion.
Color Picture – A picture created from a sketch, and fully colored following line art in SAI.
Coloring – I take a picture already done by another artist and colo
How I'm obsessed with Hetalia.....You know you're obsessed with Hetalia when…How I'm obsessed with Hetalia.....8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
 When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you
[X] When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class
[X] When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look
[X] When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay
[X] When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media
 When you question why only a few countries use Japanese as the foremost language
[X] When in a conversation about APH, you specifically use both country and human names to confuse the people around you
[X] (the obvious) When you ask, no, COMMAND people to become one with mother Russia and laugh hysterically when they look confused, telling them "everyone eventually becomes one with Russia
Power of Life Ch1I stood there.Power of Life Ch12 months ago in Profiles More Like This
And totally, utterly, confused.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" I shouted. I stared down at my hands, which had become reptilian as they were covered in black, red, orange and yellow scales.
"I told you, moron! You have the ability to harness nature!"
"Hey! Shove it up your own ass! Your not the one who was human one moment, and fricken flame-lizard the next!"
I glared at Lachie angrily. Lachie was an okay guy. He was slightly shorter than me, brown wavy hair and a pretty tough build. He could easily out run me in a race, but it wouldn't take a lot of effort on my half to slap him to the ground.
And I was really close to doing so.
So.... your probably wondering what this is all about.
Well, my name is Pat, I'm tall for my age, also big, not only in muscle, but I got a bit of fat on me as well. I got short brown hair, that's slightly lighter than Lachie's, and tanned skin.
Me and Lachie had been best buds since the start of high school. At first we didn't even talk t
The Star Dragons First KissAt night I flew back home to earth missing my home as I stared down at normal people instead of them being creatures from another world like dragons, ghouls, and other creatures I have witnessed. I am staring at the home of the human world my real home.The Star Dragons First Kiss1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah...it's good to be home again!" I said as I viewed a city I have never seen before. "Hmm wonder where I am at?" I flew back down and landed in some empty ally and turned back as a human so no one would go crazy seeing a dragon that would get anyone all riled up. As I walked around I found an old newspaper blown from the wind as I picked it up and read to see where I am and as I read it said San Diego.
"Oh wow I am in San Diego California!" I was excited as I looked around the city and mountainous area. "Wow I sure wish to live here this place feels very nice." I smiled.
As I walked down I saw a girl running scared and being chased by three men and those men didn't look friendly. "Can I ever get a break...for once?" I rolled my eyes a
The Adventures of Jake and Ludey I was being beaten up by ugly ass trolls there were five of them. There the ones that steal art and mess with other people for fun on the net and they take orders by three of the most villainous leaders one in charge is name is Tiago mean as can be he steals arts from google and acts like its his and those who do tell him its wrong he spams them. The second leader is chong she was one of the most rotten villains of all acts all tough on the net and the words oh god the words and plus every time she steps feels like an earthquake buts its her. Lastly is the one loves little girls. Creepy right I mean seriously he goes around spamming young ones on the net saying he wants to well....I will let you all think your smart his name is Emo oh and here is the worst part he dresses like...a girl. Anyway they were just about to let the trolls finish me but there were only four of them and the fifth I believe is about to help out to finish me.The Adventures of Jake and Ludey3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Come on out Victor I want y
Seventeen (In Phases)1.Seventeen (In Phases)10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh