Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
this is for the silent boysThis is for the silent boys,this is for the silent boys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who live and die unnoticed.
Whose lives are shushed, and pushed away
and deaths go out unfocused.
Who society deems unworthy to mourn,
because they're not important.
An evil brush we paint on them,
without ever getting to know them.
For the boy who hides behind a mask,
afraid to report his rape.
To the boy who is locked away in jail,
because a woman called a fake.
To the Bacha Bazi forced to dance,
for the cruelty of the world.
For the boys who lose their hopes and limbs,
fighting in bloody wars.
Please young men, hear me now, society cares for you,
and even though you may not believe it, it is only but a few.
You are not forgotten, you are not abandoned, and you are not the victim of hate,
so please dear boys, hold your head up, and do not accept this cruel fate.
I write this for the silent boys, who can no longer speak,
for the silent boys who stood before Mr. Rodgers, and met
their untimely defeat.
And for the counselors who waited, sad words I ha
How Sugar Star Got Her Cutie MarkHow Sugar Star Got Her Cutie Mark2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had left Ponyville with our parents for a vacation! I had just gotten out of school for the summer, and almost immediately, we were packed up and on the train to Trotpan. I was so excited, I could hardly sit down!
We visited many cities, like Pegashima, Neighgasaki, and Coltyoko... but our main destination was Ponikyo. It was the capital afterall! We stayed in a nice hotel, but had some trouble talking to everypony because we didn't know Trotpanese. Dad had a language dictionary, though, so we were able to get around.
One day, mama took me into town to look at all the toy and candy shops. Oh, as soon as I saw this candy shop... I nearly fainted! There were things in there you wouldn't even dream of! Even Sugarcube Corner wouldn't be able to stand up to this! There were bags of fruit flavored gummies unlike anything I've ever seen, different chocolate bars in outrageous flavors like green tea, strawberry tart, orange cream, coffee, and more! There were biscuit sticks dipped in
I'm still screamingI am still alive but now I’m barely breathing,I'm still screaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m crying out for help but no one seems to hear it.
Can’t you hear me in the night?
Or are you choosing not to hear it?
I’m slipping through the cracks but no one seems to see it.
You want me to be okay, you want me to be fine
But I am faced with a cliff that I am too weak to climb.
It kills you to see me this way,
With lost eyes distant and far away.
Desperately trying to hold on,
I 'm falling through the cracks
But I am too tired to carry on this way,
Like a ghost that can't be saved.
Like a soul that can't be healed.
My life is draining through my veins, my heart is tearing at the seams.
You are afraid to hold me now, afraid my fragile bones are going to fall,
You want me to be stronger
But strong is something that I can never be.
My fingers are slipping on the rock face,
I am losing my grip more and more every day,
Plummeting into the darkness, further and further away.
My skin is scar
Pokemon Blood RedPokemon Blood Red2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was always a fan of the old classic video games like Legend of Zelda, Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, E.T., and Pokemon. I used to have Pokemon Red and Blue, but my fat friend sat on them when I was little, so they broke. I was very sad.
One Saturday, I went to a garage sale cause I've never been to one. I don't know what compelled me to go... it's like it was calling to me... I was delighted to see a pile of old video games! There were Atari, NES, SNES, and Game Boy games! And to my surprise, I saw a red cartridge!
The sticker was mostly scratched off so that all I could see of the title was "Poke" and "ed," but written in thick black sharpie was "Pokemon Red." I was so happy, I went right to the old guy and asked how much it was. His eyes widened and face went pale. He screamed, "TAKE IT! TAKE IT AND GO AWAY! NEVER RETURN!" And then he had a heart attack and died. I was a little uncomfortable about taking the game for free, but I shrugged it off. Free game!
I dug into my closet an
Wake Me UpThey say that every creatureWake Me Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
Pretty PeopleI just want to be pretty.Pretty People2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like him, like her...
I want the face that
I want the body that
Why is she so skinny?
Why is she so curvy?
Why is he so handsome?
Why is he so perfect?
I just want to be sexy.
Like him, like her...
I want to fit in my
Old jeans and dresses
That I wore in high school.
I want to walk by to
Have people whisper,
"That girl is gorgeous."
I just want to be thin.
Like him, like her...
Why are they so lucky?
Why do they get the glory?
Why do they get that body
And that face without
Even working for it?
You know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Unless you're one of them.
I know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Cause I'm not one of them.
I put on makeup to
Make myself look different.
I'm ashamed at my
My parents were pretty,
So why not me?
I just want to be pretty.
Like him, like her....
Thank you...I keep my feelingsThank you...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All bottled up inside me
And sometimes it was nice
To stare into that bottle
To see the yellow of happiness
And the red of love
But even I should have known
Putting too much emotion into that bottle
Turns it grey and murky with confusion.
You who has shown me nothing
But kindness and love…
I am afraid to hurt you…
That you will see my dark past
And it will swallow you whole
Like it did to me.
So therefore I hide my bottle
From everyone and everything
So as not to feel the violation
Of a simple peek inside
I trusted someone once
Told them everything there is about me
And to my demise
They used all that against me,
Hurt me in every way possible,
Made me think that being myself was
So I built my masks
A new one for every day
And put them on.
Little did people know
Should they take one mask off
Another was there underneath
And another one under that.
So many masks laid on top of “me”
Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 9Spain's house was huge. Huge and filled with gold, food, and music. The carpets and walls were a rich red and the furniture made of expensive polished wood.Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 92 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't worry, chica." Spain said with a cheerful smile. "We will have a great time during your stay."
Louisiana felt her heart hurt at the thought of being away from her Papa, but at least she had her ditzy uncle to make the stay more cheerful.
"Here, let's go see your room." Spain grinned. He took her small hand and led her up the stairs. He opened a door, allowing her inside first.
Louisiana looked around the room.
"Do you like?" Spain asked.
Louisiana smiled. "Oui, it is very nice, oncle Espagne. Merci. »
Spain gave an overjoyed smile. « Oh ! I got these for you! »
Spain ran over to a chest and picked up several dolls, bringing them over to her. Louisiana gasped, her (color) eyes shining in wonder. "They are beautiful! Merci, merci!" She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Di nada, chica." He chuckled, patting her back. "Yo
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
Axis X Little Reader (ch.5)(I DO NOT OWN HETALIA NOR YOU!)Axis X Little Reader (ch.5)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(May be cursing but come on people Romano's in this..)
A loud gasp run out form the crowd, well that is until a loud scream erupted and sent the whole place into a fit of yelling for someone to help the young child who had fallen into the ring. Spain was about to jump in but was held back by the security, not wanting to let another unauthorized person into the ring. " Sir calm down let the matador handle this" they instructed him. Spain being a matador himself started to tell them off, while Italy was in a crying an flailing fit and Romano was cursing up a storm.
" MOVE YOU BASTARDS, DON'T JUST STAND THERE HELP THE BAMBINA!" Romano yelled at the security who were holdin