Abandoned By DisneyAbandoned By Disney2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town.
Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.
This is a FACT. Look it up.
Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, Thirty Million Dollars.
Then they abandoned it.
Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) an
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
6 ways on learning how to swim1. toes first6 ways on learning how to swim10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please. one size?")
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
Bulimia NervosaDoes mother notice my visits to the bathroomBulimia Nervosa10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have become more frequent of late?
And how they always seem to be after meal times
When with my parents I’ve just ate
Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom
With her ear pressed against the door?
Wondering why the tap is running so fast
And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for
Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers
Hidden under my bed when she cleans?
Does she fully understand the significance
Of what this behaviour actually means?
Is purge even a word in her vocabulary
To which she’s able to define?
Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes
When I insist to her that I am fine?
Does father notice that I spend many hours
In front of our full length mirror?
Intensely staring at my pathetic reflection
Yet the image never becomes clearer
I see something different to what he can see
A distortion of his little girl
Whose control over this food and this eating
Is the only control she has in this world
Has he tri
reinventionI should've met youreinvention2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when I still had it in me
to change my own name
parthenopei love you where the waves cry out in vainparthenope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and where my sisters comb their seaweed hair.
here i love you: when i sing my siren song
and you are hidden beneath the surf,
your bones bleached white, your teeth pearls.
i dispatch kisses to you like
sunken ships, when the high stars
are covered by clouds. my sisters' voices mount,
keening, erupting. the harps in their hands
drip with blood, our mouths seethe
like underwater volcanoes.
no man tastes exactly like you.
i love you still in the darkness of the water
as the gulls swoop overhead.
my sisters sing for me, their dripping lips parted red,
and the stars seem a little dimmer.
a song falls deep into the sea.
i wonder if it reaches you.
I'd sink faster if you held me, you know.someone once told meI'd sink faster if you held me, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saltwater i tasted
was not the ocean-
but my tears.
someone once told me
that my rolling waves
tried to wash away guilt-
but determined seaweed
held too tightly.
someone once told me
that he knew how to swim
until the day we met.
he said he could only sink
when his eyes met mine.
someone once told me
that we’d meet at the bottom.
either of my heart-
or of the ocean.
About that Unpopular girlTaciturnAbout that Unpopular girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She becomes the omniscient narrator for the classroom
from the desk in the back of the class [and next to the window]
Her long black hair is combed
Her neatness being revealing how self-conscious she really is
She carries no scent
not of filth or of offensive odor
not of dove bodywash or perfume
not even of the mark of eve
When I capture your fleeting glance
I see the life in your eyes
the millions of explosions
behind your irises that tell me
You are alive.
A tiny glimpse past the corporal--past the dark circles of stress--past all things average about you
but you look away... you say "g-g-gomenasai"
Gomenasai for looking at me
Gomenasai for meeting me
Gomenasai for wanting to be with me
and I young and ignorant will say goodbye [to you and your beauty] and return to my life
I will never hear you again.
i love you mosti love you most ini love you most9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the slow softness of late afternoon,
your body aglow in the fading yellow
light. your eyes
dark, fathomless as they look into mine,
you above me, like
shards of onyx and the stillness
of the ocean depths.
looking down upon me, amneris upon
aïda, rain upon earth, god upon
man. what i would do
to glory you, ancient prince: you
whom i imagined for a thousand years
now mine alone to worship.
only let me stay in your temple
forever, i want nothing more: let
this still moment and the warmth
of your body be imprinted in me
for all time, let our paths cross as
boldly as they did
this yellow orange afternoon.
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;Stay Dreaming3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these (in not-quite-daylight, in dreaming) that we are truly at peace. for is it not that our natures may be likened to those of sea & sky? were we not born to crash & storm & shriek & boil against one another? (what is the nature of the place where we meet? for i do not believe in the horizon; blue on blue, it can only be an illusion
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between thepretty little poet fingers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a worldLife on Display1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
Rigor MortisShe had always found a particular comfort in chaos.Rigor Mortis9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She shouldn’t, but she did. And that’s how the world turned.
The theory of love was never whole, always ripped
from her tired fingers. Hands reaching to take grab of moments
she longed to hold once more; for a cure to the pain
that curled along her battered body.
Tears mingled with her latent wrath,
but her pride steals them like a thief in the night.
She wore a shuddering heart on tattered sleeves;
The flame burned bigger, brighter.
It emanates a future, in the distance,
she would never fulfil.
Her hopes and beliefs are road maps
to the unknown. All paths leading
to the same toxic moments; guiding
her to a world so flat that it startles her.
It shakes her and makes her weary of a
tongue too sharp and too hateful
for the delicate fruit it longed to taste.
Would bitter words that flowed from her
crush the people who beg to love her?
Would they see the cracks in her head,
chipped and crumbled, and still desire
as we climb the roadas we climb the road1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let us recall the best effects of style
when those who listen know how best to hear
and do not injure those who hold most dear
the hidden blessings of the final mile
rather they wish the urgent to beguile
expecting that the best might engineer
sounds that will please the most discerning ear
and lead once drooping eyes to shine and smile
the age of wonder has no fixed return
but comes upon us as we seem to find
not a changed world but a remarked abode
the home that we have loved for which we yearn
that seemed so hidden for time out of mind
appear before us as we climb the road
CheatsThe light makes cheatsCheats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
Ice CreamEveryone writes poems about emotions and fearsIce Cream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
Where I always got the cookie ice cream smash
Ate it on the way back to camp
Every single time.
Gelato at the Stanley Hotel
The worst I've ever had
Talking in hushed voices about ghosts and bravery and
"Oh that's so bogus"
And then there was the Gelato at Parisi's
After a wonderful, stuffing dinner
The mini Ben & Jerry's at Fry's
Happy Birthday, Luce!Lucy's POV:Happy Birthday, Luce!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
July 1, X777
I don't think anyone would remember. Today is my birthday... Happy birthday to me... Heh... You're the only one who remembers, Mama. Not the maids or the butlers. Not even Papa... Mama, why did you leave me? I know your up in the clouds somewhere, I know you're there. Mama, I miss you. I know if you were still here, you would be the first person to greet me. As an only child, you didn't spoil me, but you gave me the greatest gift of all. Mama, you gave me attention. Before you passed, all your thoughts would be on me. Not anyone else, Mama. Only you. Mama, I wish you the best in the sky. If I get a chance to see you again, that will be the best gift for my 11th birthday. Mama, thank you.
Love your daughter, Lucy.
. . . .
I ran into the guild hoping I would find Lucy. Today's her birthday, and I couldn't think of ANYTHING better than what I got her.
"Luce!" I called into the guild when I ran in the velvet doors.
Personal Pet - Part 1Personal Pet - Part 17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle didn't know why he remained so damn defiant. It only got him into trouble. It only caused him pain. It only made them mad.
But Kyle had tried playing the submissive card once before. And he decided it was worse. The abuse became more taunting, the smirks more smug. They had won. It made him feel helpless, weak, pathetic, useless. Even if he was all those things deep inside, he didn't need them to know it.
So he kept up his acts of defiance against his tormentors. They enjoyed trying to break him. He refused to scream at the lash of a whip or whimper at the tightening of his bonds. He would stay standing until they drug him to the ground. And if one of them got too close, he would take a dangerous chance of fighting back.
He was the only one of the cat demons being sold and traded that had been brought back as a "bad deal" more then three times.
But that was before he was sold to Caine. If there was anyone to break the cat demon, it wa
CopingBreathe in airCoping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep and slow
close your eyes,
but don't let go
Grip the blade
then let it fall
erase the pain,
erase it all
Feet in contact
with the ground
all the same,
to weight and shame
from hooded eyes,
from crying skies
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Stripping Me3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
Im sorry mom and dadI cry so much nowIm sorry mom and dad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dont know what i did wrong
why threaten me?
why make me feel so insecure?
I cry my heart out
thinking that i trust people more
thinking that my life will get better
but why is it getting worse?
Why did i do wrong
to make this world hate me?
why am i even still here
when i cant stand living my life?
I cry so much now
and im sorry
Im sorry for not being perfect
im sorry for everything
Will you ever forgive me?
can you understand me?
do you believe me anymore?
What did i do wrong?
Im sorry mom
Im sorry for hurting you
im sorry for not being perfect
but why am i like this?
Im sorry dad
im sorry for fighting with mom
Im sorry for causing you stress
Im sorry for everything
But do you guys understand me?
do you guys know how i feel?
do you even care?
Im sorry for everything....
Day 01 - holding hands - IronFrostTony Stark was bored.Day 01 - holding hands - IronFrost1 year ago in Romance More Like This
There was nothing to do. He just finished working on the newest correction to his suit and he was exhausted, but it was definitely too early for sleeping. He and Pepper had an arguing earlier, so she left, and he wasn’t sure when is she going to come back (if she is at all). But he didn’t want to think about it now, so he just took his glass (it’s rather obvious what was in it) and had a sip, looking around. There was really nothing to do, or rather nothing he wanted to do. Too tired to use the suit and fly somewhere, too tired to maybe go out and find a girl for the night, not really hungry, not in mood for TV or radio… Tony got up with his glass, and decided to go to the balcony. Maybe some fresh air will give him ideas of what to do. He looked at the town below him: tall buildings, busy streets, tons of people going somewhere, talking, making out with friends… Ugh, everyone had something to do. Oh for god