Tragic TruthsI know a lot of people that harm themselves. They cut and burn and bruise themselves. I used to do that myself.Tragic Truths2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know a lot of you do that as well.
And I am here to ask you to stop.
I'm not going to pretend I know your situation or that I understand what's going through your head. I don't know a large percentage of you, but I don't care. No one should punish themselves like that or put themselves through that pain.
Instead of saying "Oh, you'll be okay. Things get better." I will show you that they will.
When I was a young girl, I would get beat up at school. AS my peers and I grew older and older, the beatings got worse and worse to the point where I would ditch school. There were 11 kids in my class that would harass me. They would often throw me to the ground, kick me in the ribs. One time, they took it so far, they broke my ankle, my wrist, and cracked two ribs. My parents? They didn't care. My mom was to stressed out with going to school to become a teacher and taking care of the
(Request) Annabeth's Thoughts: LoyaltyAt first, I wasn’t quite sure of Nico. He’d seemed like a promising, hopeful, innocent little kid when I first met him at Westover Hall in Maine. He was powerful, I’d known that much. But he seemed so sweet and happy… I almost regretted having to tell him the truth about his identity. At the same time, I knew camp was the only safe place for him. No choice.(Request) Annabeth's Thoughts: Loyalty2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then I fell off a cliff and was forced to hold up the sky. It certainly saved me some messy explaining.
Needless to say, I was quite surprised when I learned from Percy that Nico was a son of Hades. And, simultaneously, it didn’t surprise me at all. It was just like Hades to let his pride and his grudge get in the way of defeating Kronos. By bringing Nico into the game, he’d given Kronos another chance to win.
But that hadn’t happened. Nico proved to be more willful and clear-sighted than anyone, even my brilliant self, could have predicted. If he was able to convince H
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it
Wise Words"It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."Wise Words4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
He Loves Me - He Loves Me NotShe thinks she loves himHe Loves Me - He Loves Me Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's too young to love though
He tells her to get naked
He feels differently than her
For him she reveals herself completely
For him she'd do anything
For her he only drops his pants
For her alone this is special
Juliet's EpiphanyI broke the moon into maudlin piecesJuliet's Epiphany6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of sentimentalized rock.
No more will that glistening orb
Attract quixotic lovers
And tempt them with clichés of
Endless passion and everlasting bliss.
He may look dashing in evening's glow
But in sunlight, his veins burn
Audaciously blue against pale skin.
Lovers are inconstant,
And too many tears are shed
Over faithless sweethearts.
If you must swear undying love
Swear to yourself
For passion and lovers and starlight fade
But your heart will beat in you
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,dear mothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
the most confusing thing.taste me; try me. there's no limit to this endlessthe most confusing thing.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bouquet, cheap and kept aside away from your
hands that reach for something bigger than what
I could be something more to you that maybe
I want to be someone you like more than
you like pretty faces and freedom and anyone
besides me theres a lot of people there for
lots of reason we cant even taste or try it
out of my chest my stomach and stay
out of my heart and my brain cause I don't
want you there to sing songs to like a caged
bird unable to fly and try and taste because
freedom is out of reach.
you are out of reach.
i am out of reach.
this will never happen.
combine my sentances.
combine our names.
combine our hearts.
i'm just looking for answers to problems i didn't know i'd find.