HateHate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate: a intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b:extreme dislike or antipathy; loathing c:an object of hatred. That's a dictionary definition. My mom's definition: Hate as close to your heart as love. I find that to be true. But I also see hate as a motivator. For example, most women hate spider, so they scream. Now what motivated them to scream? Their hate of that spider. But hatred can consume you. And I'm not talking about hatred for a spider. I'm talking about hatred for a certain person, place or thing. Like in this book I recently read, the hero hated a "thing" because that "thing" killed his family in front of his eyes as a little boy. I would be pretty pissed as well. That hatred can shape us and define us. But I have a question for those haters: What happens when the hate goes away? Is there emptiness, or a feeling of fulfilling something? Ask yourself that simple question.Is hate worth loosing yourself to it? Is it worth the end r
L-O-V-EL-O-V-E3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's only a four letter word,
But it still packs a punch,
And each letter has a different meaning.
The L stands for the late nights
That I spend up talking with you
When I should be doing my homework.
The O stands for opposites,
Because they really do attract;
You and I are the living proof.
The V stands for validity,
Because I've never known something
As true as what we have.
The E stands for eternal,
For the thought of you and I
Will be forever engraved in my smile.
So you see,
The best things do come
In small packages,
Because though the word is short,
It's one of my favorites
And always will be.
GermanyxReader: Broken Path Home/Life is BeautifulGermanyxReader: Broken Path Home/Life is Beautiful3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You awoke to the sound of your alarm, singing at you the acoustic version of "Life is Beautiful" by Sixx A.M.
~Just open your eyes,just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful!
You blinked at the calendar next to your bed. It was Jan. 23. Day 156 without your deployed fiancé by your side. Day 156 of fearing telephone calls and doorbell rings. Day 156 of not knowing if the love of your life would make it home after the war.
You sat up in your bed, lazily walking over to the alarm clock and turning it off. "C'mon..." you grumbled "It's Saturday..." You wanted to go back to bed, but you knew you'd only have more nightmares, so you shuffled into your living room and turned on the news. "It's probably just fundraisers and gas prices. Can't hurt to wa----" The headline of the next story popped up and made your voice catch.
"Camp Anaconda bombed. 38 civilian casualties, 82 soldiers wounded, 23 soldiers dead."
Tears of pure fear began to fill your eyes. Wa
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin