To The OutcastsTo the outcasts,To The Outcasts2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who are disabled,
To the outcasts,
Who are judged for their sexual orientation, gay, bisexual, transgender or lesbian.
To the outcasts,
Who don’t side with LGTB but yet are scorned for their opinions.
To the outcasts,
Who are called ‘heritics’ or ‘close’ mined for traditions and beliefs
To the outcasts,
Who are “condemned to hell” because of their no beliefs.
To the outcast,
Who are forgotten, abused, beaten
To the outcast,
That hurt inside,
To the outcasts,
Who are poor,
To the outcasts,
That don’t think they have a chance.
This is for you because you are worth so much more than the people who put you down.
You are so much more than what you think you are.
Sure, people exclude you, curse at you, hurt you, all sorts of stuff. But so what? Don’t let it get to you, because we’ve all been through it, and it hurts right there? Doesn’t it? You’re thinking of it aren’t you, the time where you
My HeartMy HeartMy Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has so many scars
From those that harm
I protected it with bars
It is hard to disarm
For me to feel
I'm sorry I can't return
Even if you're in tears
My heart has been too burned
It is now black and cold
Sometimes it's not there
From my lips, it is untold
But in my eyes, it is bared
My pain and loneliness
By anger and coldness
I was neglected
By family and friends
Who expected so much
I was a means to an end
Alone through sadness I went
Nobody gave comfort
They picked me up to give me a shove
Nobody gave support
I wish I could fly away like a dove
You're Not A Writer or PoetYou’re Not A WriterYou're Not A Writer or Poet2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You may write, but you’re not a writer. You may claim you pour every ounce of feeling into your words, every bit of emotion into your phrases, but you’re a liar.
You can never connect, because you don’t feel. You don’t feel your writing, you don’t feel the letters rolling off of the pen, or the meaning pounded into your keys.
At the end of the day, you sit and stare at a template, a document. Hundreds of faves, even more comments, snickering behind your computer.
But you aren’t a writer, because all you have is an emotionless template.
You write not for enjoyment, or your own personal emotion,
But for fame, for attention, just to make a statement. To make that front page.
Your writing is nothing to you.
Like a celebrity who creates slaves with her twists and lies,
You’re a writer that gives people false hope, but all you can do is laugh and mock them for how stupid they are.
And the next day, you do it all again.
Mermaid Tails (tf)Mermaid Tails (tf)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fionaesque swam laps in the swim teams training pool for her next competition. She practiced her breast stroke, butterfly, and freestyle in her training swimwear. Her school had a shot for the state competition, and while she was not the fastest on her team she gave them some depth and hopes to keep other schools off the podium. The swimmer wanted to be faster, but no matter how hard she trained, she only barely just broke her best records. Fiona pulls herself out of the pool sitting on the edge taking off her cap and goggles. Her friend, Marnie, clicked a stopwatch and threw her a towel, “You shaved off a half second Shark-Bait.”
Fiona shrugged taking a moment to rest her burning muscles and ease her breathing, “Eh, little by little Marlin.”
Marnie smiled at the nickname and helped her up “Here, let me give you a ride home.”
Fiona dried off as she followed Marnie to her car. She wrapped the towel around her waist and reached to the back to grab a sh
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Despite the few who haven't caught on yet and still believe that "kids hate reading," we all know that these days, reading is popular.
"I'm just like Belle from Beauty in the Beast, because I love books," teenage girls are saying, while teens of both genders are sitting down to enjoy things like Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and other more obscure titles.
This is just what we've been hoping for, isn't it? Kids and teens finally taking an interest in literature. It has finally become cool. They're thinking of themselves as rebels or nerds or hipsters, all of which are just new versions of the word cool.
Ah, finally people are spending their time having actual constructive hobbies.
...Or are they?
Here I am going to explore just how this isn't necessarily true; how sometimes your time can be better spent playing a good, mind-building video game or watching a wholesome, creative
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 1Treasure Planet: The Real TreasureTreasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On a dark and stormy night, I sat on my bed, watching the credits roll by on my computer from my favorite movie: Treasure Planet. This movie always makes me feel better, I thought, not to mention I have the biggest crush on Jim Hawkins EVER! As I closed my computer screen, I turned to look at my clock. 11:09. Almost time, I thought sadly to myself, sighing in the process.
I was about to turn 16. I was born at exactly 11:11pm. But my sixteenth birthday was not one I was looking forward to. I lived in an orphanage. I had never known my parents, and for some reason, I had never attracted the attention of those who came to adopt. It was especially difficult to be adopted once you became a teenager. Now, at 16, there was little hope that I would ever be adopted. The orphanage had told me that if I didn't have a family by the time I turned 16, they would have to kick me out. The most they could do was provide me with a job at
my brother's room holds both heaven and hellHe envelops himselfmy brother's room holds both heaven and hell1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in covers and darkness
lest he see the nightmares
lest he see the nightmares
He tells me
in pained whisper
of the hate
discarded angels sing
from his walls
how god damns
the souls of those
so irreparably broken as him.
I try fashion my love
into a weapon that could
smite even those which god
could only nail to his walls
but my weapon is wasted
For these enemies are ones
I'll never see.
He tells me
in weakened screams
of the love
whisper from darkened corners
with false faces and intentions
how only they can protect him
how he must die
so he can be free of this burden
And though I use my love to scream
deafening hope to cloud such
I know he
Kuroshitsuji part IIKuroshitsuji part II5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spider, yellow eyes, tall man.
"Welcome to the Trancy household."
Hat, coat, unknown stranger.
"It's raining. May I come in?"
Laughter, running, golden hair.
"Who is it Claude?"
Annoyance, irritancy, ignorance.
Joy, amusement, wishes.
"Let him in!"
Smirk, red eyes, pale skin.
"Yes, your Highness!"
Basement, darkness, tea.
"Tea for the soul, New Moon Drop. May I see it?"
Step back, laugh, pull away.
"Show me what you've got in the case!"
Step forward, stretch, steal.
"I can't do that! Good day."
Scream, yell, order.
Run, evade, broken window.
"Claude! Stay with me!"
Tears, kneel, fake smile.
"I want to greedily devour you to the end, my master."
Fast, night, forest.
"Bo-chan, it's time to wake up."
Tea, ring, retrieved soul.
"Welcome back, my Lord."
Confused, lost memories,
StupidYou're not stupid. Just beyond the boundaries of intelligent.Stupid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kuroshitsuji III Chapter 1Kuroshitsuji III Chapter 1: A New ContractKuroshitsuji III Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rain pounded on the glass window, as Sir Winston Powell sat in his study's arm chair.
He gazed out the window as the angry mob surrounded his manner. "What am I going to do?
They're all bloodthirsty savages, killing me won't satisfy them. They'll wipe out my whole bloodline!"
A baby's cry interrupts Sir Powell's rant. "Shhh...don't cry my dear, daddy will figure out something."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance?"
"Who said that?!" cried Sir Powell. A shadowy figure stood in the corner of the room with glowing
red eyes. "I did." it spoke. "Who are you?" asked Sir Powell. The figure stepped into the candle light
revealing itself. It was a tall man with pale skin, dark hair, and glowing red eyes in a butler's uniform.
He parted his lips to speak with a sly smirk on his face, "My name is Sebastian Michaelis. I'm a
demon and a rather famished one at that. I see you're caught in a bind so, will you make a contract
with me?" Sir Powell
The One I Love... .LOTF.Jack sneered. Oh, right, protect Piggy, as you always do The One I Love... .LOTF.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack, will you shut up! Ralph had snapped. This was too much. Will you get over it? Im not in love with Piggy, I never was, and I never will be! The one I love is
He broke off. The group was in total silence now. He had said too much. Never mind, he muttered, the blood rushing up and making his cheeks ruddy. Assembly dismissed. Setting down the conch, he turned on his heel and sped stiffly away.
There was a beat; then, slowly, everyone got up, splitting off into murmuring groups. All except for one boy, who went intently after Ralph.
Ralph had expected to be followed, so he hadnt gone into the bathing pool once he arrived. He sat by the edge, biting the inside of his cheek and cursing himself mentally. It wasnt long before he heard the quiet sound of footfalls on sand behind him.
He didnt look up when Jack sat next to him, tho
Speaking to Her: PoemSpeaking to Her: Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She looks as if she is in severe pain...
All she does is look through that window in vain...
Why is she going through this pain?
She just stands there watching the cold rain.
What is she thinking inside her head?
She looks as if she just wants to stay in bed.
Why are there cuts on her arm?
I know she really means no harm.
Why does she put her hair in a bun?
When she usually fixes it every day on the run.
Why does she worry so much?
If only she could see what I see, if only our opinions could touch.
I do not judge her.
Honestly, I want to get to know her.
One NightOne nightOne Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will wake
What's at stake.
I will dream
What it means.
One death later
I will rise
And finally understand
That life was all just lies.
Death Sleeps at the Foot of My BedDeath sleeps at the foot of my bed.Death Sleeps at the Foot of My Bed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't take up much room, and it is usually quiet.
But sometimes Death feels talkative, and we chat, two old friends.
It complains of an aching spine, and I think of the cursed Atlas, holding the world on his shoulders.
Is that your burden, my dear friend, to hold up the world?
I would think you would lighten it by stealing away good folk everyday, every hour, ever minute, even tick of existence in this reality.
If the world were an empty husk, holding it wouldn't be much of a burden at all, now would it? How could we curse the synonymous Atlas then?
Alas, life is just as infectious as death, for as one blinks out, one emerges to replace it.
Sometimes at night, when insomnia enfolds the both of us, we gaze out the window at the sprinkling of light dotting the sky.
Stars die too, I mention. Do you claim them as well?
Death nods its head solemnly, but a smile graces its face. Stars don't argue with their fate so much.
Why's that? I can't help but w
After eternity- Female!Ciel x Sebastian- part 1After eternity- Female!Ciel x Sebastian- part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
The moon shines brightly through the windows and enlightens my mirror image. I'm wearing a strapless white dress and white lilies decorate my long gray bluish hair. A grumble rolls over my lips when I look at myself. "Seriously, why did I even bother to dress up so fancy! Tch, it's just some stupid prom anyway!" An amused snicker startles me and almost makes me squeak.
"It's not just any prom you know, it's an honor to be invited to the Red Moon-prom."
Annoyed I turn around and look at the smirking young man behind me.
"You mean it's an honor for you, because you were invited. I'm just you're little pet, following you everywhere the oh mighty Lord Sebastian wishes to go to."
A sly grin spreads on his perfect lips as his eyes turn slightly pink.
"I just love that stubborn and dominant personality of yours. But you know, my love " He wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest. "You should give up already, I'm the master now, remember." M
Tony x Steve - Radio PromptsTony x Steve - Radio Prompts3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every Day It'll Rain Bruno Mars
The trees swayed in the storm, even as he shivered against him. It was times like this that he loved, with the elements raging outside even as he was warm and comfortable and with him.
Tony kissed his forehead, smoothing back the blond hair that he ruffled so often. "Do you like storms, Cap? You sicko."
He laughed and snuggled closer to him. "Well "
He felt the mood change, and then Tony was kissing him, gently, not like so often, but softly, like the thundering of the rain on the roof.
Tears sprung, unbidden, to his eyes. He wiped them away with his hand.
Boyfriend Justin Beiber
"So how about it?" Tony leaned on the car, almost uncomfortably close. His breath smelled like alcohol.
Steve scowled at him. "You're drunk," he accused.
Tony grinned jauntily. "Maybe a little."
In The BeginningIn The Beginning3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Only one of you can ascend to the throne. Both of you were BORN to be kings."
It had been a few years since the brothers had heard those words. But all the same, they did not forget them. In fact, the complete opposite; they seemed to live to accomplish what those words implied. Becoming king.
Thor; always the strong, stead-fast and courageous son. Loki; always the more hesitant and thoughtful, calculating son. They were both striving to reach the same goal, set however consciously or unconsciously by their father; to be the worthy son to take the throne when the time came.
But soon, their characters' were being fully shown. What kind of king they would be, could be assumed decently well from how they dealt through their years.
With so many play adventures and actual trips around the kingdom and rarely to other realms, Thor became even more courageous. He was very curious and adventurous, and without fear most of the time; it took something very big and nasty t
MeOften it is the one you view the highest to be the one whom thinks of himself the lowest of all.Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confection Cuties Volume 1Confection Cuties Volume 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Charlotte Page lay asleep in her soft, cozy bed. A gentle breeze played with her sheer curtains. After a little while, she woke up and rolled over onto her stomach. She stretched and glanced at her alarm clock.
Seven thirty-five five more minutes Charlotte said, sleepily. Then she shot out of bed, I AM OFFICIALLY A SEVENTH GRADER TODAY!!
Charlotte quickly ran over to her closet and grabbed her brand new Ai No Tenshi Junior High School uniform. It was royal blue with the schools crest on the right sleeve. The yellow scarf that went under the sailor collar was held in place with a shiny blue clip with a glittering star on it. As she pulled the shirt over her head, she could smell the newness of the crisp, clean, fabric. She could hardly believe that she was now a junior high student. Why? Because her sixth grade report card was lets just say less than stellar.
Aw, crap! exclaimed Charlotte.
WarmthMy body cringesWarmth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I see the blade.
The heart quickens,
slowly onto my skin.
rattles its bars,
wanting to break free.
But it is held back.
No, relapse hasn't happened.
It roars in impatience,
but addiction has not
taken over again...
Pure explosions of love.
They surround me.
They suppress and many times
defeat addiction and depression.
They are what keeps me going.
Though, even with all that,
it can be hard to tame
the beast of addiction and
the tormentor of depression.
Addiction and depression
often catch and pin me down
slowly, destroying me,
but warmth grabs a hold
and pushes the two off.
And this warmth,
is why I can stand here
as it wraps around me.
My hands entangled with
warmth's hands bring
Ch.19: Birthday and memoriesCh.19: Birthday and memories4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lost in the screams of pain is a chapter story,
All the stories are about fragments out of Zuko's and Iroh's lives.
It's Zuko's fifteenth birthday today, Iroh thinks about some good memories. Mai's life has been changed.
Iroh is sixty-four,
Zuko is fifteen,
Mai is fourteen.
Lost in the screams of pain,
Chapter 19: Birthday and memories.
The sun rose up above the great ocean, it was midwinter today.
Iroh lay on his bed, he enjoyed the first little sun rays, they where shining through his window, filled his room with happiness.
Iroh thought with a huge smile.
Iroh closed his eyes and thought about his two young boys.
Iroh couldn't help it, but he felt so happy.
Today, he felt the presence of Lu Ten.
Iroh stood up, dressed himself and went downstairs. Prince Zuko waited for his uncle, he sat at the table. Waited patiently for their breakfast.
"Good morning, Prince Zuko!" Iroh said happy.
Zuko turned his head and gave his uncle a tiny smile.
"Today is a special day, isn't it
Hi, My name is Faceless: America X ReaderHi, My name is Faceless: America X Reader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hi, My name is Faceless: America X Reader
(Based off the story “Heroes”)
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What does it mean to be a hero? A coward? These life and death questions are obviously what people are used to, right? I remember when I was a young boy my dad would read me stories about a brave and strong man who would beat up all the bad guys; a man who could stop all crime and villains in his path. But has anyone ever taken the chance to see the hero’s story before it has even begun? Why is he a hero in the first place? Or even—are his actions really heroic and can we call them justified? Or are we just supporting an evil that we’re so used to that it actually feels like the right thing to do? Well I’ll tell you this much:
Give me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.
My name is Alfred F. Jones, but some call me America. My middle name is Freedom. Though, that’s only a na