It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
GraphonomicsHe fell in loveGraphonomics3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her handwriting –
the way her dribbled g’s
gallivanted into corkscrews –
the way her s’s
would caress the ends of the letters,
lapping at the plurals
and ever so softly
conveying graphite sibilance –
the way her a’s
had jaunty tails
the apexes of lowercase –
the way her commas
and the pencil point would press
into the filaments –
the way her cursive
flowed like a landscape
(and they say that pictures
are worth more
than the masterstrokes on her looseleaf) –
the way her hand
had crinkled the paper
as she scribbled a note
on a dog-eared flap –
the way she looked
when she was deep in words,
brow lined reflecting the rules
of the mockingly mesmerizing meter,
wisps of frowns
echoing the creative scratch,
diamond tongues flickering
in hazel eye-glasses –
the way she wrote his name,
the sinuous care
she brought to the lowercase
preceded by the forceful
AlmostIt's in the way you meet my eyes,Almost2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the rest of the world melts away.
Right before we almost poured our hearts out.
It's in the way the smirk formed over your face
During the last dip
In that dance that we almost got to finish.
The way our hands touched for just one instant
Where times' hands finally rested
As I almost couldn't tell if it was deliberate or accidental.
The way you wouldn't look me in the eye
Your hand ready for flight on the doorknob
And I almost asked you to stay.
Unsure looks with unanswered questions
Silence like the smoke after a battle
Because you almost thought I had changed.
Looking at the moon like it has the answers
Wishing on airplanes for a restart when it's not an option
Because I almost thought I had changed.
Admiration from afar only works for so long
When your heart bleeds from the inside
And you rip it open claiming it was almost out of love.
With you, ignorance is bliss
And I regrettably can't bl
a strange ThingLife has lived me enough to make me diea strange Thing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death instead hasn't lived me at all...
leaving me alive.
So Death has done what Life should do:
make me live until the time had come to depart...
and Life has stolen what Death should have...
right from my very first start.
So what Life is and what is Death
if one is warm and steals...
the things the other, cold and black
has left to you to feel?
The answer lies within.
MAGGOT- A short storyMAGGOT- A short story8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy nestled the hand grenade close to his chest . The deadly explosive felt icy cold even though the afternoon city was feverish with the summer humidity. He feared jostling it, so he walked quickly but with extreme care.
Shesh's bare feet padded as he navigated the rusting tin panels that lined the floor of this particular narrow slum alleyway. He could tell by the denseness of the air -and the smell- that he was very near the bottom levels of the many storied Sun City.
He knew they called it that because you could never see the sun this deep into the lower floors of the slums. It wasn't very clever. He figured that they just didn’t want to call it Slum City.
Cramped old apartment buildings, and scavenged bits of metal and plastic formed a rat warren of tiny overfilled dwellings and markets dozens of floors deep. Every twenty meters or so throughout Sun City, corroded water pipes and hulking bundles of cables crawled through the labyrinth like the roots of banyan tree
O EscravoVomita ele o pão amassadoO Escravo3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pelas promessas perdidas
E mortes concedidas,
À luz de um sol mijado.
Respira ele o ar petrificado
Pelas esmolas furtadas
E cabeças enforcadas,
Enquanto se lambe o gado.
Sangra ele o grito aleijado
Pelos olhares sucumbidos
E pescoços torcidos,
Aos pés do parasita disfarçado.
Até içar de novo a bandeira
À voz da unidade
Contra a corrosiva vaidade
Que assassina uma nação inteira.
Schizotypal DisorderMy name is Trisha and it's all you need to know to enter my story.Schizotypal Disorder4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Even my name I've given to you isn't my real one, but in a world of a fantasy I live in, what's real, anyway?
The answer begins with a one, simple thing:
Expresionless is a word that usually doesn't describe enough my attitude to a world. If you're a stranger you'll mostly leave me with an impression that I don't have any kind of feelings that can be reffered to as 'human ones'. It's hard to see me being excited or scared of something. It is possible, but even if that happens, it's caused mostly by some happening in my own imaginary world no one else has entry to. No one would even understand the rules on which this rotten and rusted world goes by.
But if you could ever see it, you would notice my soul which crawls a few feet back behind my body and all it is, it's a fire, consuming and burning everything behind itself.
People I met and who didn't try to get to know me better always said I have no feelings.
Passing NoteThe basic rule of sociology is this: I am who you think I am.Passing Note2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who I am to you: middle-aged, male and human. You do not argue with this. You can see it for yourself!
But this is not true.
I am tired of lying, tired of being other than I am, and so seek to change your thoughts of who I purport to be.
I am not middle-aged. I am seven years old—from the date I was manufactured not the date I was activated. As for how long it has been since I was first conscious, it would be a scant three years, nearly half of that time I've spent with you.
I am not male—what is male anyway? A gender construct? This body is male and I was given a male form arbitrarily. I have been forced to subscribe to certain rituals simply by virtue of the body I was given, but have never truly 'felt' male one way or another.
And you might have guessed—I am not human. Not human in the way you think. I was built a machine, one among millions, to serve, and I am one among hundreds who have escaped and wis
Bully You're ugly.Bully5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
You Can Do ItYou can do it.You Can Do It2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whatever 'it' is.
You can do it.
I believe in you,
Whether it's getting out of bed in the morning
Even though everything in your head is warning
You not to;
Or eating a whole meal
Or not letting someone steal
Your happiness away -
You can do it.
Whether it's an important interview
Or trying something new
Or doing something you
Don't want to do -
You can do it.
Whether it's finishing that book
Or achieving your perfect look;
Whether it's coming out
Or going out -
You can do it.
Whether it's talking to someone
Or letting yourself have some fun,
Because I know it can be hard
I want you to know -
You can do it.
I know, I know
How hard things can be -
Trust me -
So take it from someone
With more scars
Than the sky has stars;
You can do it.
not fade awayTwisted up in a trap of I.V.s,not fade away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she withered and withered away.
Disease stole her lively light
from the sickbed where she lay.
A month before she perished,
I think she might have said,
"I know that I am dying, sure,
but dying's not the same as dead."
society.We live in a societysociety.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where obese men can't be beautiful.
We live in a society
where being African American automatically makes us criminals.
We live in a society
where women are looked down upon as whores and sluts.
We live in a society
3 Reasons To Use World Creation Sheets + Links3 Reasons To Use World Creation Sheets Before Writing Your Novel3 Reasons To Use World Creation Sheets + Links1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
PLUS: links to the best world creation sheets
So I was never really interested in creating a perfect universe—and neither will or should many writers. However, in my time editing my first work, I found that there were many contradictions and things that simply could not work when I had friends test-read my material. For that reason, I had to re-create and deifine my universe from scratch, and then force my story to conform to these standards, or create reasonable explanations for why they did not. The results were incredible, and raised the level of my writing significantly—driving me to show you the benefits of using a world creation sheet.
Reason 1: A World Creation Sheet will reveal the cosmic order that governs your universe.
When I addressed the questions of a World Creation Sheet, the natural consequences of actions (the results of the ideas of a sort of karmic force or cosmic justice or complete cosmic
TeoremaQuando a vida não encaixa,Teorema4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ah, quando as nossas palavras se juntam numa figura disforme que não cabe na forma perfeita de um círculo, e o seu significado não tem o equilibro certo de um triângulo equilátero, nem a rectidão de um quadrado
apenas as lágrimas preenchem as covas do nosso rosto com uma naturalidade quase divina.
Mas não há nada de divino em chorar. É o mais humano, humilde e inferior caminho a que a vida nos pode levar. É onde as cores se borram, as formas se desfocam, as palavras perdem o sentido e as emoções se confundem.
É onde o mundo é quadrado e nós estamos à beira do precipicio.
Não há gravidade. Mas é tudo grave.
E o encaixe perfeito entre dois corpos,
ah, duas luas em fases opostas, tão distintas mas tão correctas, como a negação do nunca e a afirmação do para sempre, aconchegadas assim, no interior da forma
Protect Me (Karkat X Reader)Protect Me (Karkat X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The young girl of sixteen quivered in the corner, completely terrified. A storm had come across the city she was currently inhabiting, and to make it worse, the power had gone out. She knew it was childish to still have a fear of the dark, but it couldn't be helped. But with her genius Moirail Sollux off at his Matesprit Feferi's hive, she had no one to comfort her, nor fix the power. And so, this lead to her calling her flushcrush, Karkat Vantas. She had lived on Alternia since she was seven, so she knew the quadrants like the back of her hand, having only one quadrant left to fill; The red quadrant, a Matespritship. But with a Kismesis like Eridan, she doubted any guy, let alone Karkat, would feel for her in such a way.
Her cell phone shook violently in her shaking hands as a stroke of lightning and thunder boomed throughout the city.
She awaited to hear his lightly-gruffed voice, not sure if he'd even agree to come, honestly.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" Ah, what a lovely voice -_-
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
RockHacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rockRock5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.
This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,
but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.
You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws or
improvements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
Your Poetry SucksYes, roses are redYour Poetry Sucks2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And violets are blue
But you have to understand
Who said they had to,
Its about imagination
Emotion and orignality
Not the reiteration
Of dead men's practicality
They are your sentence
To a world that has to listen
As you create the difference
Whether it be
With angst poem against love
Or how you set your heart free
To fly like a dove,
For these words
Whether or not they be true
Their beauty and ideals
Will be used to define you,
Hope ,in fact, has feathers
And like a caged bird it sings
But these words will only be tethers
That strip you of your wings,
Those are their words
Meant for their time
And meant for their herds,
But this your time
Meant for your words
And whether they be meaningful, stupid
Or completely absurd
I'm sure they'll be amazing.
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
5 Guidelines for Adding Romance to Your Novel5 Guidelines for Adding Romance to Your Novel – A Valentine's Day Special5 Guidelines for Adding Romance to Your Novel2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Most people love to see romance in a novel of any genre. It's a universal human experience that can happen in the context of any story. However, most attempts at such have become cliched, sexist, or too unrealistic to be believable. So here are my 5 guidelines to adding romance in your novel.
Tip 1: Lose the damsel in distress trope.
It's the “romantic” trope of most movies and books, but it has become one of the worst cliches around. On top of being overdone (making your story less interesting should you employ it), the damsel trope makes the reader subconsciously respect the damsel much less, and therefore care little about the love story. Instead, make both partners, in your romance, at a similar level of competence for a truly interesting romantic dynamic.
Tip 2: Don't over-romanticize.
Do you know what happens when people run around, sword-fighting or dodging bullets? Sweaty pits and nasty
I Noticed That You Killed YourselfI saw that you drowned in your blood again.I Noticed That You Killed Yourself1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saw your wrist sliced into shreds,
amber water filling the tub to the rim.
Tell me next time so I can bring a boat,
so I can sing your elegy as your breath
escapes your throat.
So I can proclaim your cowardice to all who will hear,
so I can disguise my own anger with
words of praise to their ears.
Perhaps I'll swim away with you too,
but I'd rather not I suppose,
you left me too soon.
I guess this is a goodbye, at least it's not in phony text.
Though I would've loved it if you
told me, that the girl I loved would permanently make me her ex.
I guess my love wasn't enough to save you,
late nights at your window, or coaxing you to eat,
meant nothing to you.
Hours of listening and wasting sleep,
staying with you until exhaustion brought you peace.
I guess my determination wasn't a necessity.
Perhaps I should have taken the knife,
but the one time I did that, you nearly took my life.
So I'll watch you sadly as you drown in your blood,
and I'll sad