If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
The First Step (kevedd oneshot)He was going to do it. He was going to tell the dork that he had feelingsThe First Step (kevedd oneshot)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
for him. Kevin had started growing feelings for Double D back in middle
school, after the middle school dance. Feelings of jealousy he felt
watching the dork dancing with Nazz were actually because he was
jealous of Nazz dancing with the dork.
Kevin was confused at first, trying to convince himself that it was
nothing. That he was straight and that Nazz was the only person for
him.(Boy was he wrong.) Then the dreams started coming; waking up with
soiled underwear. His own pulse always skyrocketing whenever he saw him in
the hallway. Breaking out into a cold sweat when asking if the dork had
an extra pencil and seeing that gap-toothed smiled. God, that smile
should be illegal.
He had to do it. He couldn't keep this a secret anymore. Kevin talked to
Nazz, telling his bestfriend that he was going to come out. Ever since
he told her about his confusing sexuality and feelings for Edd, shes
been there to help him throu
Broken Teardrops on my keyboardLaying here under the darkBroken Teardrops on my keyboard1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking up at the dark starry night
The stars glimpse in the dark sky
They remind me of your smile
The moon shines bright
The memory of your sparkling eyes appeared
I knew you're gone and I have to go
As I close the door behind me
I fell in temporarily love
With a stranger
He was a friend of yours
But I couldn't speak to him
He has a connection with you
But even if I fell in temporarily love
You're still all I think about at night
You're still my reason to the teardrops on my keyboard
You're still the song I keep singing to
I wish I can come back to you
But the world knows I can't
My broken heart still beats painfully
I still cry to the broken sound of my heartbeat
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to admit that I don’t need you.
I’m not going to tell you I’d die without you,
That you’re like water, or shelter or food.
I’m sure I could get on fine without you.
Got on fine before.
The truth is I don’t need you.
And I hope I never do.
I don’t need you like lungs needs oxygen,
and I’m not addicted to you; you’re not a drug.
I wouldn’t bleed out if you were ripped away,
You’re not some essential organ.
You’re not here to maintain me, sustain me, or keep me alive.
But the truth is I want you.
And I hope I always do.
I want you the way astronauts want the stars,
And sailors long for the sea.
Because wanting is choosing,
and needing is greedy,
And believe me when I tell you I want you
With all of my heart.
The truth is I want everything about you,
I want every little thing.
I want to ruffle the curly hair you sometimes hate,
And kiss the nose you say looks too big in photographs.
Secret."Do you want to know the secret to life?"Secret.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash. He looks into your eyes as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth.
you glance down at the table. His stare is piercing.
"Embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream."
You keep your eye on him as he leans in closer…
"Now release the presumption that it is your dream."
He gets up and walks away. You stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
NogitsuneIn the mirror is a face,Nogitsune1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don’t quite recognize
It has my face, my whiskey eyes,
It's lips are moving,
But they speak only lies
The trickster smiles at me mockingly,
Sending chills up and down my spine
Its eyes are soulless, cruel,
Quite unlike mine
I don't like what I see, so I turn away
A bloody hand grasps my shoulder,
And I scream and scream and scream
Unable to escape
It steps through the shimmery surface in my place,
Its diabolical laughter ringing in my ears
I'm not sure what I did to deserve this,
I cannot stop my tears
I alone can see it
For what it truly is:
A shadow of what I am to become
Not who I have been
I alone can see the darkness,
Surrounding its blackened heart
As it slowly takes over my existence,
Making my life fall apart
As it destroys those I care about
One by one
Causing unfathomable pain and destruction
I fight for my freedom
Against my wrongful abduction
Zombies Rule.My Husband came back from the dead and tried to gnaw through my skull. He only loves me for my brains.Zombies Rule.6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Secret SantaIf I was going to buy you a Christmas giftSecret Santa5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it would be a pair of mismatched socks.
One argyle, one with rainbow stripes
and I would wear the matching set.
We would stomp through the snow
with the help of some boots,
our socks pulled up to our knees
and sing holiday tunes seriously off-key.
If I was going to make you a gift
I’d bake- something savory made with thyme
or maybe write you a poem
with a sprinkle of rhyme.
We would skip the baked goods
and eat pizza together- a large with extra cheese.
Perhaps I’d ask you for three words
then give three of my own-
building a six-word-story for us to share.
If I had nothing to give
I’d offer you my humble words.
A sonnet, a joke, another silly song
and hope it makes you smile.
After darkEvery single night I read your scarsAfter dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me stories of your life
I read them slowly, discovering your world
Reopening old wounds, healing broken soul
You’re a stranger, looking for some peace
Craving for some love, longing for embrace
Needing of support, praying for the light
Asking for solace in the hands of the night
Sorrow is your lover, pain’s the only friend
No place to stay forever, you’re homeless all the way
Hope doesn't work and neither does belief
All your life been running, looking for relief
Time won’t heal the scars you've gained but you will live
Pain won’t go away but in time you will forgive
Love won’t give you only joy but you will learn to feel
Life won’t be a happy fairytale but it will be with me
I'm not afraid of the darkIt was peaceful in the dark, quiet and calm in the night. Slumber was easy until the screaming started. It was the weirdest mixture of a shrill baby cry and my mother sobbing, and it was terrifying. I thought it was a dream- a reoccurring nightmare where I was trapped in a shadow and my heart beat in time with flashing red and blue lights. I would become paralyzed by the howl of sirens in the distance.I'm not afraid of the dark4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the light of day it was easy to forget the dream; the playground beckoned and swallowed any residual fear.
Until I heard it.
Wailing sirens disarmed me. Strobing red and blue demolished the sun and I was pissing myself in the middle of the sandbox, crippled with anxiety but I wasn’t sure why.
I knew what the sound was. It was an ambulance. A fire truck. But underneath the noise was something deeper- darker- something that could block the sun and freeze the blood in my veins. Every time I heard it I was completely arrested by fear- tormented when my dreams
HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.Homesick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
HowlTHE GIRLHowl6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the porch, she felt safer. The warm light high on the wall, next to the rocking chair that was cradling her seemed to tell her so, with its golden reassurance.
Imustnotthinkthat, she repeated in her head, pressing her eyelids shut. Daddy will be good, hepromisedhepromised. She'll be all right.
She hugged her legs as a scream and a bark came from inside the house, making her flinch. Daddy?
"Daddy?" she called out, already forgetting that he had asked her not to make noise. The silence extended until she could no longer stand it. She stepped down from the rocking chair and went inside the house, walking slowly, her steps and breath on a single beat.
The living room door swung open, her daddy coming out of it and hurrying to close it back with a gasp once he saw her; he didn't want her to see, even she understood that. He's scared. "Daddy, are you okay?"
He sighed. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine."
"But - but I heard you scream..."
Duck and Cover- a short series of love notes-Duck!Duck and Cover- a short series of love notes4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
-You are such a brat!
-I miss you
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my Daddy says
I cannot write to you
like I write
to Father Christmas.
I am trying anyways,
I want to make a wish:
Can you say „Hi“
quite right thy father is,
for I am not
the one in red.
and I only take away.
He grants wishes,
I am the end
of wishing all.
Thus, no messenger am I,
thy foolish wish
I’ll never grant.
I’ll take you
as darkness falls
and I lie bound
to this cold hospital bed
I cannot help
the letter I once sent.
Considering your grim reply
you're reaching for me soon.
So I shall take the liberty
to write now once again.
All I really have to say
will be put in the close:
thy letter I remember well,
and also my reply.
Grim is my nature,
grim my task,
grim my dark abode.
I cannot be anything
other than what I am.
And when I indeed do reach for thee,
my hand will grasp thee
Dead Stardust ChildYour mind is a million miles away.Dead Stardust Child8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Distracted in an uncharted galaxy,
on a long forgotten planet with a,
different kind of emotional gravity.
Stellar remnants in your dim eyes.
A white dwarf is your fainting soul.
if I’m not more careful, a black hole
will suck me in. I can no longer deny
that you’re barely alive on the inside.
Your heat emission is faltering.
The cold crept in and is altering,
the pattern your affections trace.
You're slipping away to embrace,
the total desolation of dead space.
The void where your heart once was.
My heartfelt dreams have dissolved,
into the glum futility of a lost cause.
I wanted to be your space cadet girl.
I wanted to map out your crazy world.
To navigate the haunted valleys and icy peaks.
To detoxify the madness of screaming streams.
To pull the corpses out of the deepest trenches.
To save derelicts left face down in their ditches.
But planets misaligned,
so your fractured mind,
got pulled in opposite directions,
creating dangerous con
Suicide is Not An OptionWhy are you thinking about dyingSuicide is Not An Option1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you haven't even tried to live your life?
SacrificeThe pen falls. The story lives.Sacrifice2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.Skin.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 74Dead Bite: An Undead Story 74Dead Bite: An Undead Story 741 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
George had found it difficult getting into the backyard, but he eventually managed. The tree Jorel expected him to climb looked too flimsy for his frame, so he decided to wait until Jorel had given him the signal to come in.
But it never came.
He almost went back around to the front of the home until he noticed the Italian in the window. He was talking to someone; George could only hope that it wasn’t Mr. Deccherini, who he imagined would be more than irate if he found some Irish hoodlum trying to “know” his eldest son and heir to the Deccherini throne.
Suddenly a face appeared in the window. It was Aron.
Now George wished it was Milo with whom Jorel was fighting. At least he might have eventually been reasoned with. That was not the case with Aron.
Something just didn’t sit right with George concerning Jorel’s other friend. There was always a feeling of something sinister in the air when he
Got soulIf the eyesGot soul1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are a window to the soul
Then I would like to close the curtains.
I Found God In the AtheistI found God in the Atheist, whilst I found Satan in the Christian.I Found God In the Atheist10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
However, I must admit, that defacing the fraud was my intention.
The experiment began when I attended my church,
beside me on the pew, the woman of God perched.
We sang, we listened, and we prayed together,
our performance as flawless as a pure white feather.
However, when it was time to go, we passed a homeless boy,
who stood barefoot, and cold in the white snow.
This woman of God was rich you see,
and had much more money than a poor Christian like me,
yet I spared my coat, and my old lunch money,
and I looked towards the woman to supply change to fill the cold child's tummy.
Change she had not, and she left with a feral laugh,
“He'll just use it for drugs” claimed the pompous ass.
Long story short, the poor boy had died,
yet no drugs filled his body, rather maggots and flies.
She attended church next Sunday, that treacherous bitch,
and suddenly her praying sounded like a hex from a witch.
Our church was a
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,