Bullies (I Never Liked)I hate to see one cry over heartless words
The bullies dismayed the young men (the young women)
When I hear this (when I see this)
It splits my heart in two
One half is from sorrow that another person has caused
And the other half is what's left of me
But the solemn words you say don't affect me
It's the peace I see that will get to me
If you've come to tear me up, it isn't gonna work as well as you'd think
Take one more step towards me, I assure you I will turn around
Why should I go shout out loud anyways?
Unless you are not going to tear me up then I'll stay
I don't see the point of adding stress to those on the same ground
I won't be let down, I won't bow to stress
I'm not afraid to fade away from hate
Nor from all the stressful moments
But the depth of anything comes near
(I'll be able to avoid much damage)
However, to do all of that, I have to keep my
Temperature inside of me so I can help others
If you oppress another, the
How Am I Supposed To Say Goodbye?These feelings I'm fighting awayHow Am I Supposed To Say Goodbye?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know in my heart.. it's not meant to be
These things I want you to hear but I can't say
It breaks my heart because I always thought it was gonna be you and me
And now I know, I'm supposed to say goodbye
Turn my back and walk away
Because you and me, we weren't meant to be
Forget the memories, forget all the things we were supposed to do
Forget the long nights we stayed up, forget all the talks we had
Forget all about you
But how am I supposed to say goodbye to all of that?
How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?
But I have to
I have to
Is This World Coming To An End?Is This World Coming To An End?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bitter dreams of bitter things, future's end is near.
Prophets chant and angels weep, many live in fear.
Nations balk at Christ the king, many curse his name.
Father, Son, and holy ones, frequently defamed.
Darkened skies obscure the sun, moon becomes blood-red.
Starlit nights no longer seen, gloom appears instead.
Behold the judgment from of old, no place left to hide.
Will I live or will I die, must I take a side?
Tribulation approaches, religion's fate is sealed.
Commercialism's failure, forever now unveiled.
Politician's promises, liars without remorse.
Entertainment's values, follow the trendy course.
Satan's world is declining, demons bewail their doom.
The dark abyss is waiting, spacious her inner rooms.
Millennial rule shall follow, one thousand years of bliss.
Bow to earth's anointed king, receive him with a holy kiss.
*For a full discussion of this important subject, please see
my latest journal entry submitted on 10/7/13.
The DreamerThe Dreamer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul, polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the spaceman said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
MY DEAR DARLINGS THIS IS A WARMY DEAR DARLINGS THIS IS A WARNING!MY DEAR DARLINGS THIS IS A WAR2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I found this out from an author of a story!
In is an important notice that will affect everyone on this sight and many others.
I got a message from a fellow writer gamelover41592 and saw more note and messages from even more, that SOPA is back. The bill that is threatening to take away our freedoms on the internet is back. Not only back, but it is trying to be passed quietly so nobody notices. SOPA will guarantee that anybody who streams a video, whether it be on youtube, a walkthrough for a video game, or a kid singing a song that is 'copyrighted' they will be treated as a felon. That is one of the highest form of criminal offensives for something as simple as uploading a video game walkthrough on youtube, playing a song with lyrics of your favorite artist and even one we all go on, this one right here.
I am telling everyone this because it effect us all here as Fanfiction will being attacked as well. A fanfiction writer can being carted off to a ma
FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!Hello my friends,FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I announce that SOPA is back. We recently fought this act in what I call in my mind The Fight of 2012.
This is our only freedom!
This helps us use imagination!
This helps us cope with reality!
Taking that away we are vulnerable.
Many people will go to jail if this act is pass.
I understand about piracy but that is not what we are about!
We make many things to inspire each other!
Taking that away is unfathomable to me,
If it is pass our imagination will be in chains,
Our inspiration in cages.
So we must fight SOPA again with new helpers!
SOPA you better be ready!
BECAUSE THIS IS WAR!
-Sign the petition!
I Worry:Iconrainbow-iplz: :Iconrainbow-wplz::Iconrainbow-oplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-rplz::Iconrainbow-yplz:I Worry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I worry about everything.
I worry about what I did back then.
I worry about what I'm doing now.
I worry about what I will do later.
I worry for no reason.
I worry because I want to.
I worry because I need to.
I worry because I have to.
I worry at the worst times.
I worry when the world is thriving.
I worry when things are going good for me.
I worry when everyone's helping me.
I worry too much.
I worry even though I should be happy.
I worry even though it isn't necessary.
I worry even though I have it made.
Why do I worry anyway?
Is it because someone's talking behind my back?
Is it because I'm different than everyone?
Is it because I'm not as good as I say I am?
I guess perhaps I shouldn't worry, then, now, should I?
WHY I HATE JUSTIN BIEBERreposted from :icondoctorwhoone:WHY I HATE JUSTIN BIEBER2 years ago in Personal More Like This
If you're a "Belieber" then I suggest that you read this anyway
he said rape happens for a reason
he wrote in the guest book at Anne Frank's house that he 'wishes she was a belieber' (which makes him a stuck up snob)
When asked to try being a vegan, he gagged and spat out a vegan steak that had been specially ordered for him
he makes his fans pay tons of money to see him live even though he could afford having all the tickets be 50 bucks instead of 100 for mezzanine seats.
he went to a children's hospital in England and was talking to a nurse who was working there when Justin Bieber visited the hospital. He made them clear an area for him so he didn't have to wait around near the sick children, he then spent about 5 minutes with them whilst the cameras were on and left without so much as a thank you.
he attacked a photographer at said hospital.
he peed in a restaurant kitchen
someone's coworker did security for him once. He faked a really bad as
He can't be goneLying down peacefully in this bedHe can't be gone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a sleeping butterfly
His perfume still embalms the room.
His relatives' tears are resounding
I was told there is nothing much to do
I was told he didn't suffer at all.
He can't be gone.
Yet, I can see him smiling
His loveliness as unrealistic as usual.
Naive people tried to comfort me
How could they understand
Our relationship was outstanding.
Why can't I do anything
Except silently crying.
Yet, I'm sure he is staring at me.
Why is my mind so gelid.
When I'm reflecting everything we shared
More memories than if we've lived a thousand years
I will never, ever find someone like him
Able to understand my very soul.
Tears won't definitely stop running on my cheeks.
God, take my life instead
This world has no use of my soul.
Even eternity would have been too short for us.
I feel worthless, pathetic...
...And especially empty.
I don't care for this world anymore.
Don't leave me
I beg you
I need you
You gave my life a meaning
I would have rather died a m
BullyIt keeps crawling, and coming, and picking at his sanity. He does what he can to stay calm. Head down, hands at his side, roaming the hallway unnoticed by most, except for those who plague him. He never did anything to deserve harassment, but then again who did? He prays every night just to be invisible. Although he aches for affection, he doesn't want the attention given through shoves and strikes.Bully6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not only physical. The verbal abuse is just as abundant. And some times, it hurts a lot worse. All sorts of obscenities are yelled, as he tries to ignore and just keep walking. But one can only ignore for so long. He balls his fists up, and tightens his hands, hoping to just bottle up his frustration without an episode. He just wants to be unnoticed.
He doesn't stick up for himself, hoping that by being the 'bigger man', and just walking away, the harassment would stop. But it doesn't. And some times he blames himself. There has to be a reason they pick on me, he would say to hi
Our friend Raz needs your prayers more than ever.Our friend Raz needs your prayers more than ever.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
On August 25, 2013 Raz :iconrazielmb: created this beautiful journal and feature for all of you.
August 23, 2013
Raz is improving each day and has awaken from his coma.
For further details, please go to the comment section where updates are posted periodically
by :iconlucvonedler29: or :iconkatarina-magicfairy: or :iconawesome43:
Demonic Sakura Of the Future X Markiplier!!My frist real "story" fanfic thing--if you like it i'll write more, if not i wont enjoy!Demonic Sakura Of the Future X Markiplier!!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
somethings you should know!
► Edited or proofread by "Hados94"(thank you very much for helping me!!)
► City of Lost Angels is, a dark sim in Secondlife(just google)
► The brood is a demonic faction Sakura belonged to..before she changed sides.
► The choir, is the angelic faction in city of lost angels(google it, you'll find it )
After Sakura 's ordeal with choir, using all she had to defend the holy powers entering her body to become what she was in her past. Angel. She began to remember, more details of her old life. She was indeed an angel but an half breed. For whatever reason unknown to her, Her left arm gingerly flickers and her back would itch, She believed -MAYBE- some of the holy power did change her some. But not fully. Sakura worked hard to become full demon, after drinking the blood of her former lover, at the time of hes death in battle.
Negativity:Iconletter-nplz::Iconblue-eplz::Iconpurple-gplz::Iconrainbow-aplz::Iconpurple-tplz::Iconblue-iplz::Iconletter-vplz::Iconblue-iplz::Iconpurple-tplz::Iconrainbow-yplz:Negativity2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You cannot live with negative people and expect to live a positive life.
People say negative things all the time. You can't escape it, much less ignore it. You can't run away from it unless you just can't tolerate it no more. You can't possibly not be bothered by negative things that are said or done or happen and not say something negative back. It's just not possible. That's why we say things like 'I can't stand this anymore!' or 'This sucks!' or perhaps even
I Wanna I WannaI Wanna2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wanna cut myself.
But I'm too scared.
I wanna runway.
But I don't know where to go.
I wanna kill someone.
But I don't wanna hurt them, like they did to me.
I wanna stab myself.
But I don't wanna scream.
I wanna break my stuff.
But there to precious to me.
I wanna scream.
But no sound comes out.
I wanna cry.
But there's no tears left.
I wanna fight.
But I can't fight.
I wanna write about happiness.
But I don't know what happiness is.
I wanna be saved.
But there's no one to save me.
CurtainThe rich old man was going to die. Somehow, he knew. It was as if the silk curtains floating in from the summer breeze had whispered this secret into his ear, a billowing angel. Sunlight streamed into the room, lighting the dusty interior with golden rays, but the old man's vision was failing, and he could only see the blurriest of shapes.Curtain4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Please,...” he whispered. “Please, someone...”
A figure slipped into the room.
“Oh, good. Good. Please, come sit with me.”
The figure came and sat, guiding a chair to the bedside with precise movements.
“Listen to me, please. I think I'm going to die very soon. I just wanted someone to talk to. I haven't had anyone to talk to for months.” The old man tried to gesture with a sallow, bony arm. “When you're as old as I am, you'll want someone to talk to, too. I've had my to tell for years, but no-one to talk to.”
The figure gazed down at the old man with cold eyes.
“I remember when I was
-Self Sacrifice- a short story-Self Sacrifice- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why would they put a picture like this in the news paper?" Minnie leaned over my shoulder to take a better look. Her deep brown eyes couldn't comprehend the real horror.
"But it's not a scary picture, Adair. You can't even see any blood."
"Just knowing there's a dead person under that costume gives me the creeps." I didn't need to look at the picture anymore. The grimy polyester fox fur and slumping figure were permanently burned into my memory. I balled up the newspaper and tossed it into the street where we found it.
Minnie's mechanical legs whirred and clicked as we walked along the dirty city streets. I knew there was a man targeting the homeless and killing them like animals. It was deeply troubling. I had to get Minnie out of the city.
"We'll go check the dumpsters behind that restaurant." She took hold of my hand and walked a littl
DeathHere is a poem that i wrote, have no clue where i got the idea from to write this, but here it is...Oh and the reason it dosen't look like a poem should is because my enter button on my keyboard broke....:YEAH thanks to Trivixa I fixed it!!!Death3 years ago in Personal More Like This
What is Death?
Is it a paralyzing fear that takes us by the hand?
Is it a soft voice that whispers in our ear?
Is it our eyes that deceive us so?
Is it a cloaked figure that shadows our every move?
Does it lay in wait for our hearts to beat faster
Than ever before?
Does it laugh when we shiver and shake in fear?
Does it patiently wait to turn off our only light source?
How long until it claims our souls?
How long until it decides we've lived long enough?
How long until death claims me?
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
stories only keep you immortal for so longsomewhere on the other sidestories only keep you immortal for so long3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a town shaped like
a midnight cliche,
you are dying:
it has been so many months
since I last mouthed your name.
I have been dead since August, darling,
but on the sandbars of my memory
we are seventeen forever,
drunk on sloppy kisses
and spoken-word poetry,
throwing around our dreams
like they're fists
and humming the theme song to Rocky,
promising paper cranes for every landed punch
and writing love letters
to the bruises of tomorrow.
we reached our meridian
on a Tuesday,
falling gently into ruin
like statues underwater,
held together with nothing
but a silence heavy as a cannonball -
and even the windstorms we weathered
would leave us only shaken,
we were far too comfortable
in the bedrock,
pressed upon each other,
praying to turn into diamonds
in the morning;
we were fossils, you and me,
the negatives in the film,
the ghosts of u
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
I Read Your PainYou have been hurt.I Read Your Pain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been beaten and you have been ridiculed.
And as I look into your eyes, I read your pain.
I read your pain as my own.
I have been down the road you're trekking.
And though the end may seem so far off,
There is always a light at the end.
I know it is easier said than done,
But you are strong.
I used to be in your position,
I knew how hard it was.
The effort to wait out the storm is worth it.
I had been hurt.
I had been beaten and ridiculed.
My eyes reflected the same pain as yours.
I read your pain as my own.
Now look at where I have ended up.
I am happy and I am living my life.
If I can do it, I know you can too.
Just let the storm pass,
And i promise you will see a rainbow when the clouds clear.
More Than ThisI am more than blood and bonesMore Than This5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am more than silly words and stones
I am more than labels, games, and names
I am different rather than the same
But do you dare to know my name?
I am more than some emotional wannabe
I am every part of my entity
My soul is young and wild and free
It will not be chained or oppressed, you see
It is lifted by a golden string!
I am wont to bottle myself up inside
I don't like to swallow my pride
I am someone that hates to cry
I am someone that will stand by your side
You just have to accept what I am inside
grief on an answering machinechemistry tells usgrief on an answering machine8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
matter cannot be destroyed
from one form to another.
i heard you today
on old voicemails;
the voice that kisses
the boundaries of being,
screaming the conservation of the soul,
tells me you are here
even when you are not
it is only a sound.
i have remembered a plethora of them; searching
for the moments i can remember your nervous humming, your raucous prayers.
but i only know the staccato breaths of a starting engine
i have spoken sotto voce into the mouths of unripe girls
i hear lawnmowers screaming in yards they burned down to build a shopping mall
i fuck a boy to the sound of passing trains.
these are sounds to throw away, sounds i do not need
but your voice is not one of them
mourning you is a second language
and i am stumbling through sentences.
i don’t know the word for ‘goodbye’
so teach m
Short Story - Ice ColdDean was born with a very cold heart.Short Story - Ice Cold5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't a figure of speech at all. It sounded as it should mean; he was born with a heart made out of ice.
Many interesting things happen in this world. And this was, perhaps, just another one of those interesting things. At least, it would be very much interesting to a person viewing Dean from a scientific point of view, for there certainly was no one else like him. For Dean, however, this icy heart of his spelled nothing but disaster and misery for what would be the rest of his life.
When something is made out of ice, the irrefutable fact would be that it could, and would melt under heat and temperature.
People say that when love comes into play, a warm feeling envelopes the heart, and the heart spreads blissfully through the body and warms the soul. When anger rears its ugly head, one would feel a rage so hot, it would threatens to burst out of the body and explode into a thousand little pieces. Embarrassment would have his or her c