Stereotypes Pt. 2 - BlackI'm sorry but I guess I'm not blackStereotypes Pt. 2 - Black7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't live in the place called the "ghetto"
or the streets as some people like to call it
I live in the suburbs in a nice quiet town
where people are always nice and nothing bad ever happens
so that normal parents don't have to cry while they're burring their kids.
I'm not one of those hustlers
that tries to make money by selling death to other people
while constantly having to look over my back
in order to make money without having to fear the cops.
I don't try to act "gansta"
while joining up those groups in order to make trouble
and causing mischief where ever I go.
Having to pack heat knowing I could be arrested for a federal crime.
To protect myself and end a life of another knowing I can create another crying mother
I try to act civil and help other
so that one day karma can come back and help me in my time of need.
Many people say in order to be black you have to listen to Hip-Hop
Well I do that and listen to "pop" and rock
No Longer SilentI will no longer remain silentNo Longer Silent7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer will I hide my tears
With all you ever did to me
I am left behind with too many fears
You forced me down
And silenced my screams
You left me with no voice
And nothing but broken, shattered dreams
I begged you not to
I screamed you had no right
But you looked me in the eye
An filled my soul with fright
Without stopping you continued
As I tried to fight
But you stole my innocence
To which you had no right
The only pain ever expressed
Comes through open wounds and tainting scars
But despite how much I try
The memory of you is never far
Of which till this day
I dare not speak
Always there to torture me
To remind me
I am nothing more but weak
The End?Has it really ended?The End?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All we ever had
Is it truly over?
Am I really left this sad?
I think of all we had
All the precious moments we shared
Our hearts we have let open
And our souls we have bared
You know me like no other
And forever will I be grateful
For having you in my life
The time we shared was so beautiful
It's so sad that it had to end
But had I have to go back
I would do it...
All over again.
My WingsThe wings I've always wantedMy Wings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wings for which I long
Have broken once more
As if they were never mine to belong
Am I just as broken as my wings?
Am I just as doomed to fail?
To forever fall
And drown in my pain?
For I see no end
To all my screams and tears
I'm afraid it will keep on living
And manifest forever in my fears
The wings I've always wanted
The wings I once thought were my own
Again have failed me
Only finding myself
Once again on my own
Kidnapped by a Serial Killer.1There he stood, in front of us, in the house, pointing his killer weapon at us. His black eyes held the odd expressionless look, with his crooked nose and slanted smirk, he had probably completely gotten the purpose of freezing us in fear. "Nobody leaves," he stated dryly as we all stared at him in shock. Who was this man? What did he want? Why did he come barging into my house?Kidnapped by a Serial Killer.17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wh-what do you want?" Serine stammered. She was the only one who had dared to speak up, despite being the youngest of us all, which was ten. Bang. He shot her, dead. Serine fell to the floor, eyes opened, her child like innocence now replaced with a hollow, shocked look. "What do I want? Hmm..." the stranger pondered, cold eyes not leaving us. "I enjoy killing, that is my hobby to be precise." Our veins froze. He enjoyed killing, and was about to shoot us all dead. "Nobody moves, or else I'll shoot you and make it bloody."
No way, no way was he going to just make us sit there dumbly, letting him pick and kill.
Evil Inc.A new day.Evil Inc.7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The sun rises over the peaceful city of Justiceville, ushering in a new day. Civilians everywhere wake up to the radiating golden beauty of their favorite giant flaming orb.
But not all is as well as it seems.
In a building, indifferent from the rest, lurks a dark presence. A force of pure evil that may well destroy the lives, nay, the very souls, of every man, woman, and child on the planet.
This story isn't about the government, though. This story is about a building full of supervillains.
And it begins in an old, underground bar...
Dr. Volcanic, Prof. Terror, and Faceman are hanging around the bar. Faceman is dressed as a hobo and lying on a couch, while the others are at the bar.
Ah, those...super...guys. Always coming in and...doing that thing that...hurts...
DR. VOLCANIC IS IN AGREEMENT! SUPER-HEROES ARE TOO COMMON FOR DR. VOLCANIC TO ACQUIRE PROFIT!
B-b-but...being villains is all we know how to do...we can't give up!
Last of the Warring States The feeling of anger rages through the air, filled by the clashing of metal which echoes off swords beating violently against another like rams butting their horns together across the mountains, during the mating season. Shouted aloud, with murderous intent, war-cries echo throughout the thick and white-grayish cloud cover of the valley; we fight fiercely, in Our Lords name, as we clash with our enemies.Last of the Warring States6 years ago in Other More Like This
Two armies (East and West) battle for the sake of the land; Our Lord Seeks control of the land and to bring peace to the people, he tells us it will finally end the struggling conflict, that we fight, which will determine who-the Eastern or Western Army-rules the future of the land and its people.
A promise has been given to each lands lord: a good quantity of land that will be given to those who assist us; Our Lord promises to give for their aid, in our endeavors to take control of th
I don't belongI cannot thinkI don't belong7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot speak
Too many emotions
God, I am so weak
I don't belong
Can't you see?
A burden, a bother
A failure, it is all I will ever be
So let me go
Give me wings
Though it may hurt
I can't mean anything
I don't belong
You can't love me
For I'm like poison
Your death alone I will be
So let me go
Don't hold on
To this fading dream
Just carry on
I don't belong
This world is vain
A world of illusions
A worl of pain
So let me go
Let me say goodbye
Though your heart may ache
Even I wonder why
I don't belong
I see it in the mirror
That painful face
I could never be her
So I have to go
Let me escape
Though I still love you
It is better to burn out
Than to fade away....
My Dearest KittiesKitties are the greatest thingsMy Dearest Kitties8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kitties are so cool
Kitties oh they just so cute
Don't they just make you drool?
Kitties are fantastalish!
Kitties are my friends
Kitties, they should be a part
Of all the hippest trends
Kitties are just wonderful
Kitties are so neat!
With their little Kitty ears
And Itty Bitty Kitty Feet
Kitties in the hallway
Kitties cover the floor
Kitties swimming in the bathtub
In and out the firdgy door
Kitties eat the strangest things
Ammonia and diamond rings
Kitties are the hippest groove!
Oh pretty Kitties...
Why won't you move?
This will never make the frontI can't draw anime, so this will never make the front page.This will never make the front10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't work Photoshop as well as I wanted to, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the time to go out and take pictures of nature, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the props for pictures, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't animated, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't flash-based, so this will never make front page.
What this is is words.
It won't have a cute picture of two anime characters.
It won't have a chatspeak phrase.
It won't mean anything to the vast majority of the community.
It won't have Japanese phrases.
It won't have naked men and/or women in the picture.
It won't be very appealing.
It's rather simple how words can be simple.
What with words being words.
You probably stopped reading already.
The average American attention span is twenty-two minutes.
I'd bet more than half of you proved that it might be a little less here.
You're not going to
Seduceshe leans forwardSeduce7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you notice her cheeks
photoshopped to perfection
sunset over sea
you whisper finger prints
into her skin
even from day one
Just a FriendShe watched as he ambled away from her face,Just a Friend7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A person unknowing of what she did feel,
He cannot see the emotion misplaced,
As the pain was laid bare, ever so real.
He wooed and seduced her, knowing her name,
Calling and asking to be but a friend,
And as she grew closer to feeling the same,
He took out her heart so she could not mend.
He called her one night, asked for a ride,
Elated and loved, she drove off to him,
On the way back, she couldnt quite hide,
How much she truly was mad about him.
Yet days from that night, she hears not a word,
Not a message, no call to ask how she is,
She wonders what shed have preferred,
To stay just a friend, or jump off like this.
The end of this story, unknown for all us,
Who feel the sting in what he didnt say,
But whether he wants to, whether he must,
He will come crawling to her one day.
After HoursAfter Hours11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to get light soon enough. I looked at the clock slowly; it was 3 in the morning.
Next to me, he was. Stoned. Stoned out of his mind, no denying that. Two days ago I had hated this boy. I swear, I had. But when you're under the influence of bad weed and vodka things change.
This was not the plan, I thought to myself.
I remembered him next to me. Making out and holding this kid's hand. That was more than a raging round of 'Spin The Bottle', let me tell you. I was dazing to Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin whatever was there; I don't really remember. As long as we were together at that moment; that had been all that matter in our drug induced minds. Hadn't he called me hot or something? I thought to myself, Forget that, Abby. Forget that ever happened. If anyone asks what happened last night you will say nothing. Good. Good girl.
Fuck, if I knew who's party this even was. I was just here.
Ashton was his name. Or was it Aaron? I paused my thoughts and stared at the guy
Cutting Your WristCutting Your Wrist11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I really don't know the real reason on why I had to write this. The feelings that I was trying to get out of it. Maybe it is something else.
Violin WristDays go by as I play this songViolin Wrist8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing this sad song in my heart
tears of blood pout from my wrist
I play my wrist like a violin
stroke this sad song back and forth across my wrist
sound track to slit your wrists to
tears drip and dry
but this sad song will never stop playing
play til the bow breaks
play til the end of time
this sad song lives and never stops
playing my wrist like a violin back and forth
Love Song of the History NerdLooking for a random piece of.. wierd fluff? Here it is!Love Song of the History Nerd8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
LOVE SONG OF THE HISTORY FANATIC
I strolled along, blissfully unaware
-Like Kennedy in his motor parade-
That Cupid, the sniper, awaited.
Love struck me like a U-Boats torpedoes,
And sank my heart like the Lusitania.
So heres my sonnet- no Shakespearean work-
But it is just for you:
Your eyes are the fires of the Inquisition
They glow brighter than Curies radium
And your hair is richer than the Gardens of Babylon,
Your smile more golden than a Pharaohs tomb.
Your hands in mine would cure my troubles,
Just like Pasteurs vaccines
Your voice is more powerful to me
Than the Bomb on Hiroshima
Your scent has struck me like the Kaisers cannons
And sent me to paradise
The deeper I dug these trenches
The closer you, my conqueror, came.
I tried, like a Russian winter, to freeze you out,
But my heart revolted against my mind
And slaughtered all my excuses
Now all I can say is:
Hugs and KissesHugs and Kisses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the remaining twilight that is left,
The earth keeps spinning me away from you.
Seems I know just what to say
Too bring the rain clouds.
Seems I know just what to do
Too feel cold.
Long gone are the days,
When my pain could be kissed away.
This is a dream poem disorientated,
Too shy too pickup a girl,
Too sad too scream.
Too slow too run away,
Too sick too work
And too stupid too interpret silent roars.
This is a dream invaded by an army of nightmares,
It's much to much.
I'm in a state of chaos I can't describe
Thousands of hugs and kisses deep,
I'm in as deep as a divorce.
Deeper still than love and deaths
I'm in as deep as a fight,
Deeper still than a mass grave.
I'm in as deep as all of these wounds put together
And deeper still are my screams.
More and more I sink deeper,
Just like before my world was abused.
Gone are the days when a kiss or a hug could repair my little world,
Never been kissed once like it since.
Don'tDon't speakDon't6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words into my soul
Your sweet, translucent lullabies
Tears into my heart
That drown me in eternal sorrow
Don't be anything
Don't be anything
Unless you use your voice
The one that I know so well
Don't close your eyes
You might miss this moment
And moments are all we have now
Don't look away
Don't look away
VirginityYours was gone a long time ago, mine still remains.Virginity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I let you take it, what would I gain?
Would your feelings be true, would it be missed?
Would I just be another on your list?
Would I see myself the same? Would you?
There are so many things I want to do.
We share a love, but will it last?
If I give it away, will it be over too fast?
As much as we want it, I dont want to be someone I hate.
The only choice, is mine, to wait.
Japanese-Wannabe GaijinAs we all know, Japanese culture is sweeping today's nation and youth. Everywhere we go there is at least one hint of Japan's rich culture. American and Canadian TV shows are even starting to abide to the unwritten rule of ANIME (*cough* avatar *cough*). Lego has come out with a new brand of Lego Anime action figures that star crazy-colored hair bishonen (pretty boys) that drive cars around. Putting aside how animes and mangas have affected our TV and toys, there is a bigger illness that is growing rapidly: Gaijin. Originally, the word Gaijin was used to describe foreigners who were tourist in Japan. Now, it means Japanese-wannabe -whom-we-like-to-make-fun-of-because -they-are-so-bloody-funny. Risking my own safety, I've dedicated my life to dress a list of the main symptom that one may start to feel when your inner Gaijin is taking over. BEHOLD THE HORROR OF JAPAN'S INFLUENCE!Japanese-Wannabe Gaijin8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Imagine this, my dear readers; you're loading songs into your mp3/ipod, unaware that a terrible illness is al