Ignorance ~Chelley~ In one room, there is a girl. Her long, very dark brown, almost black hair was tied up in a tight ponytail and fell to just below her shoulder blades. Her pale blue eyes were almost grey and colorless, and they held no emotion. She’d shut them from the rest of the world. The sleeves of her orange jumpsuit were tied around her waist, and she was wearing a white tank top with the words Aperture Laboratories printed across her chest. She wore a pair of boots that could keep her from crushing her legs if she jumped from any height. She was beaten and bruised and cut in so many places that she couldn’t count them anymore.Ignorance ~Chelley~1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She was surrounded by buttons and doors and switches and cubes and acid and turrets, and the only thing she could really trust was laying at her feet. She didn’t have the strength to carry it anymore. She’d been trapped in this place for far too long, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted nothing more
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs!7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
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 English1 year 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
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
FUCKFuck this shitFUCK6 years ago in Other More Like This
fuck it fast
fuck this life
death at last.
Dont fuck all
just fuck some
fuck, fuck, fuck
death shall come.
Fuck it hard
fuck it sweet
just fuck off
death you'll meet.
Fuck this world
thats what i mean
fuck it all
death i've seen.
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
Forever Dark SlumberThe world is against me.Forever Dark Slumber5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have given up trying to fight back.
The only thing left I can do,
is wait for this life to take me.
The breath that passes my teeth remains as cold as ice,
and the only warmth that I feel is that of the tears that roll down my face.
There is no point in going on,
as nothing seems to be getting better;
though it could not have gotten any worse.
I look down at the ground with a slight grin,
chills travel down my spine.
I close my eyes.
Dark and full of evil is the blade that I press to my skin.
I open up my empty scars,
only to feel the blood leave them, once again.
These wounds are deep,
but not nearly as deep as the ones in my mind.
I fall to the ground,
and I lay quietly in my own pool of blood,
taking my final breath;
because the world was against me...
Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The PoemYou see a video and ask 'what's this?Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The Poem9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wait- that grin- something's amiss.'
Smiling, I say, hoping for all of the luck,
'Let me tell you all about Homestuck.'
A young man stands in his bedroom, yes,
But thus far, you're quite unimpressed.
Hear me out though- it gets better!
Just read all of the logs- every letter.
You now have made it to Act 3
And I'm proud of you as I could be
Their session's started, the game's begun,
But we're not quite even to the real fun.
It's Act 5 and you're freaking out-
It's the trolls you've been hearing all about!
It took a bit, but you're getting there
There's still more stuff ahead, but the plot has you snared.
Now you've caught up to the latest update,
And you ask, 'What's next?' I say, 'We wait
With the rest of the fandom- it's nice though, you'll see,
'Cause we're all sorts of weird, and one big family.'
And so we will wait, you and I, all us fans,
And while we wait, come and go will some plans,
But you and I, both of us, know of our luck,
That we were
The Death of LanguageThey say that every fourteen days, a language dies. The statistic isn't alarming, after all there are supposedly seven thousand languages in the world. That a language dies every two weeks, is just a statistic. The concern comes with the knowledge that a language dies because it has been forgotten. Thus it dies without recognition, without farewell and without acknowledgment. It was merely there before, a communication bridge once upon a literary dream - now a nothing. This fascinating tool that we use to interact with our fellow human beings is lost. And we don't care. The Eskimos, they say, had a hundred words for snow.The Death of Language2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
That favourite pair of shoes that you love all the holes and splits into because they are so perfect and fit you so well - gets a better send off than a language. That coat that's become too small or too big, or too much last years fashion and too little of this years craze gets more of a farewell than a languag
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
Cursed loveCursed love2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ethan was standing in front of the mirror, adding final touches to his costume. “Tonight, finally I can go out again!” He grinned to himself while adjusting his large, wide-brimmed hat. Tonight was Hallows Eve. A night with long traditions of dressing up in costumes to scare away evil spirits. Only recently these traditions had evolved into a game for children and Hallows Eve had been renamed Halloween. Children of any age would dress up in cute and slightly spooky costumes to “scare” the neighbors so they'd get some candy as reward. It was a game Ethan had enjoyed a lot and every Halloween he'd have a more or less self-made costume ready to go outside hunting for candy and easy targets to scare.
Sadly enough his mother had disagreed with him that Halloween was a game for kids of any age. As far as she was concerned, Halloween was too childish for a fifteen year old boy and so Ethan had been forced to remain inside on his favorite night of the year a
2P!CanadaxReader .:Monster:.2P!CanadaxReader .:Monster:.10 months ago in Drama More Like This
Ever since I could remember
Everything inside of me
Just wanted to fit in
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I was never one for pretenders
Everything I tried to be
Just wouldn’t settle in
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
So here’s the deal. My name is Matthieu Williams. Ever since I could remember, there was only one thing I wanted: To fit in, and be noticed. You’d think it would be easy, for a guy like me. After all, I’m brave, and strong, and good-looking, and I’ve saved people from burning buildings, and almost lost my own life in the process, and- Oh wait. That’s not me. That’s Alfred. And I’m just his stupid little brother. Nobody ever notices me. They’re all too busy doting on Alfred to notice some useless wimp like me.
But you’d think that I could at least be recognized. I’m related to
Writer's Block SonnetHer feet are wearing holes in the carpetWriter's Block Sonnet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While she paces 'round and 'round with a scowl
Apparently her book gives her a fit
And no one dares to talk to her at all
Her fists are clenched and waving through the air
Making gestures no one can understand
She has been pacing several hours there
Immersed in some issue that is at hand
Her eyes stare off into some unseen world
As if she is squinting at a wet page
The ink has run and everything is blurred
Her eyes too tired to read it in her rage
But then! some idea strikes her at last
I never knew that she could run so fast.
Please tell me whyPlease tell me whyPlease tell me why1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each day the whispering gets louder:
Please tell me why
With each day it becomes more tempting
I thought I was strong, I thought I could handle it
I’m begging you, tell me
Why can’t it stop?
I’m crawling on my knees
So please, tell me
Will anyone save me?
I don’t know how you look like,
I don’t know anything about you.
All I know is that I can’t beat you
It’s your own game.
Cry, despair, scream, give up.
How you love to see them,
How you laugh at them…
Are you enjoying this?
Even if I can’t see you,
I know you are.
Just how many of us
Have you killed so far?
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and misery that you’ve held
Everything that you’re going through
I’ve done nothing else but to help
But every time I listen to you
I can’t help but to feel the same
My morals detain me for leaving you
But I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
HateThis HateHate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who do I hate?
Why do I hate?
I don't know
Or maybe this Whole World
Fuck.What should I do?Fuck.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does one do when they feel trapped?
What would you do?
Would you run?
I feel like running.
But I can't.
What should I do?
Should I laugh and smile?
I feel like crying.
But I can't.
I feel like screaming...
just to let it out.
I feel like...
...like I've lost my voice a
Everything wrong with the USAEverything wrong with the USA: A Wry Look At An Old MythEverything wrong with the USA3 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
“The USA is the best country in the world!”
No, actually, it is not the #1 country in the world… Unless you count defence spending, incarcerated persons per capita, and Christian fundamentalists.
According to US Economy, a division of About.com that deals with economic news related to the US Economy:
“The U.S. military budget is $756.4 billion for FY 2015. Military spending is greater than Medicare ($529 billion), Medicaid ($331 billion), or the interest payment on the debt ($251). It's also more than the three next largest departments combined: Health and Human Services ($73.1 billion), Education ($68.6 billion) and Housing and Urban Development ($32.6 billion).”
(http://useconomy.about.com/od/usfederalbudget/p/military_budget.htm, ÙS Military Budget)
To put that into further perspective, The Russian government's published 2014 military budget is abo
Jacked UpMy boyfriend slashed one of my car tires.Jacked Up1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't realise it at first. I had the day off work and we'd been lazing together in our seasonable bed, when he suggested we go out for lunch. Now my boyfriend is many things but keen to leave the house he is not. He likes to be at home, tinkering in the shed and whatnot. I should have been suspicious but it had been such a hazy dreamy morning that I just wanted to spend time with him before Monday morning ruined it all.
It took some time to get out of the house though, because as I was brushing my hair he commented on how it was all lit up from behind by the sun and the look in his eyes simply had to be kissed away.
Can you blame me?
Anyway we got to the car eventually, although he had to rush back into the house to get his wallet. I tried to protest, I could pay, but he insisted. That's when I noticed the tire. At first it only seemed like a flat tire but as I knelt in the autumn debris I saw the hole. I swore.
"What's up babe?" - he was co
Hobbit - Little Acts of HeroismDwarves couldn’t swim, Bilbo had been surprised to discover.Hobbit - Little Acts of Heroism2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were a great many things which, although they seemed quite natural to the dwarves, initially mystified the little Hobbit. Their method of greeting each other by smashing their skulls together was only the first incident in which he became aware of their unfamiliar customs. He quickly discovered more over the next few days of travelling and, in the privacy of his head; he wryly conceded that Gandalf had been right. The world was most certainly not in his books. To be entirely truthful, he learned more about the peoples of Middle Earth from one talk with the well-educated and surprisingly chatty Dori, than he had done in his entire life up until that point.
Needless to say, Dwalin’s nipple-ring had been a major eye-opener and even now the company liked to do impressions of Bilbo’s squeak of surprise upon noticing it. Bifur’s injury too had alarmed him, although in truth the axe firmly lodged in his