MantraI have found peaceMantra6 years ago in Open More Like This
Through pain and suffering
Love and passion
I have found myself through all the joy and tears
I am grateful for all that has been given me
Through trial and error
Rights and wrongs
I am at peace with my choices in life
This is my mantra
My promise to myself
To seek and to find
Love, joy and fulfillment
I am at peace
Strength and freedom
Power and contentment
Unbound and Uncomplicated
Beautiful and wild
I am free from all that binds me
The problem of Pubic Hair.The problem of Pubic Hair.10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was younger -
I was asexual and never really thought about guys all that much because I fit too well in with them, sounds like the opening notes of a lesbian sonata but it didn't quite end like that, since I also watched hentai at a younger age, I was exposed to sexual situations without knowing how to masturbate or how to deal with the throbbing baby hole that I possessed -
But the thing that stuck with me the most were the peach shiny pubic areas, shaved and then coated with baby oil, so I followed suit, yes, I used to shave completely bare just thinking that that's how women did it, and god, I was like....in middle school and had no perception of how that area should be kept, and in turn learned to be ashamed of it, hiding an afro behind some Mickey Mouse panties obviously wouldn't do for the rest of my life -
But anime characters never get hairbumps, the nasty reality of what actually happens, and why is that considered attractive, and even worse, why do we, as women, contin
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
Sara's Photoshoot of FearAs the repeated flashes dazzled my vision I could feel my cheeks begin to ache from the strain of smiling for so long. I stared into the camera lens trying to remain as happy as possible, though after an hour straight I was beginning to get impatient.Sara's Photoshoot of Fear9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“OK there Sara, so could you maybe move a little to your left…yeah that’s it,” the photographer told me with his eyeball pressed firmly against the lens. “Now would Abigail and Rachel like to take a step closer, and come on Harriet, keep smiling.”
I took some solace in no matter how fed up I was getting, there was no way I was in a worse mood then Harriet. For the red-headed tomboy this photo session was her idea of hell. I looked briefly at her and could see her putting on a smile I knew all too well. The ‘I’m going to smile politely even though I’m inwardly seething’ smile which Harriet did so well.
Her experience could not have contraste
Megaman NT: Binding JealousyMegaman NT: Binding Jealousy3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
At ACDC Elementary School, the bell rang signaling the start of class and as everyone took their seat, Mayl Sakuari sighed as she looked at Lan's seat.
"Three, two, one......" She said as Lan came bursting into the classroom panting hard with a piece of toast in his mouth.
"Sorry I'm late!" He called out in a huff quickly eating his breakfast.
"You really need to go to bed early and stop net battling so late." Mayl scolded him as Lan took his seat with a sorry look on his face and before she or Megaman could scold him further, the teacher entered.
"Good morning class, settle down now. I'm happy to announce a new transfer student for our class today. Please enter." Ms. Mari said as a young female with long dark raven hair with thick slivers of purple in it entered the class wearing a dark blue dress with black tights and low cut blue boots.
"Hello everyone, I am Asuna Kuroi. Nice to meet you." She said with a bow.
"Welcome." Everyone in class replied and after Asuna took her seat they b
Sara's Cowgirl Caper“Sara you made it!” squealed Olivia Hampton as our group entered the bar. She jumped to her feet and ran over to hug me enthusiastically, before taking the time to examine my attire. “Wow thanks for dressing up. You make one gorgeous cowgirl!”Sara's Cowgirl Caper2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I readjusted the brown Stetson I was wearing as I replied, “Well you picked an awesome theme.” I meant it. Of all the fancy dress bar crawls I’d been on this was one my favourite costumes. I was indeed dressed as a cowgirl, wearing a red and white chequered flannel shirt over a white tanktop, blue denim hotpants, tan nylons and brown leather, knee high boots with a two inch heel. I hadn’t hesitated in picking to be a cowgirl, just like I had done when I was a young girl.
Rachel, however, always picked to be an Indian. She wore a brown dress with thin shoulder straps and the hem reaching above her knees. She too wore tan nylons, with brown, suede ankle boots with a wedge h
Sabbat WheelEight Sabbats doth the Wheel turn through,Sabbat Wheel5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before once more it begins anew!
Recurring, each day plays its part,
Before returning once more to its start!
Cycle of Seasons dancing their way,
From Winter's long Night to Summer's long Day!
Turns first the Wheel to Samhain,
When not all thats there can be seen!
The Veil twixt worlds is now so thin,
That our loved ones can come back in!
Start and End, now all the same,
Birth and death, with all their pain!
The colours that abound are hues much golder,
As the weather begins to turn much colder!
Turns the Wheel now to Yule,
Reborn again the Sun who will Rule!
Evergreen spruce, Red blood on White snow,
These are the colours, when nothing doth grow!
Blanketed in white the land doth lie,
Cold winds blow from northern sky!
Festive feast with presents we gave,
Relics of times past when others did save!
To Imbolc now the Wheel doth Turn,
In the cold darkness Brigids candle doth burn!
As daylight now begins to get longer,
So Suns light now becomes st
Sex, love and ecstasy.Sex, love and ecstasy.Sex, love and ecstasy.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A single strand falls upon her face
He brushes it gently behind her ear
Eye to eye. In silent passion.
The kiss. The touch. The feeling.
She smiles and he does.
Running his gentle hand along her.
Her curves. His love. So perfect.
Shimmering in the candle light.
The lovers embrace with intimacy.
Sweet ecstasy in her eyes.
He is captivated by her.
An obsession in itself.
Both entwined in each other.
Two souls connected as one.
This is sex. This is love.
Desire in their hearts.
VowsI give you my heartVows6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the hope you will be kind
Please don't betray me
Don't abuse me
Never mistake my love for weakness
Look at me and see whats real
Accept me for all that I am
I entrust all of me
In your hands
Hoping you will not do me wrong
I will stand by you
If you'll stand by me
I give you my heart
I will support you
Accept all your wrongs
Rejoice in your rights
As long as you give me the same
When the day ends
When the sun sets
I will be there
To hold you
To kiss you
To give you my love
And accept yours in return
I will be your rock
I will be your shield
Lover and friend
More Than MeMore Than Me10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
More Than Me
Sometimes I wanna take a walk
In your shoes
And for a while I am not me
I could be you
This world's spinning
and I don't know why
But my heart breaks for you
Each time you cry
just wanna feel
Like something else is out there
More than me
have to deal
Either over or under
no in between
Sometimes I wanna scream out loud
I don't know why
Grow something up from my tears
That can touch the sky
There's something higher
That I just can't see
But I feel him moving
When the evening speaks
Sometimes I wanna stop the world and
catch my breath
Keep the rain falling from the sky
Till there's nothing left
Everyday I'm changing
And I don't know how
Something's waking up inside me
And it's starting now
'Heaven for the climate...''Heaven for the climate...'10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Mark Twain once said, "Heaven for the climate; Hell for company",
so you've been following along with tonight's program -
You'd realize that I recently discovered that I was never what you'd call a Christian. I believe that what made Jesus more than human is that he died for what he believed in, and if he saved all of us in the process, that makes him an amazing and great man. But that aside, I am ultimately pagan. I pray to gods and goddesses throughout the day and gain much strength from them, although I should work on the patience thing as well -
And I'm sure you all realize I love theological discussions, mainly because it IS my major (sort of) and it interests me. So much of what we do is based on faith and faith shapes who we are and how we see ourselves and the rest of the world. It is a beautiful thing that surrounds every individual, and something that ultimately you have to figure out on your own -
I got into a theological discussion with two of my friends tonight, which bega
My Goddamn LifeMy Goddamn LifeMy Goddamn Life3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Birth – 24th February 1997
Like most people, I can’t remember the first few years of my life. I remember some things but it’s sketchy. Certain scents, the certain way that something feels, brings back flashes from my childhood. Growing up is tough and some people’s lives are tougher than others. But there will always be someone who is worse off than you.
I know that I had a not so good childhood and a hard time growing up, but I also know that my life is a whole lot better that some.
I don’t know how old I was exactly but I was somewhere between 4 and 6 years old maybe. I used to go to our neighbour’s house to play with their puppy. This family had a father, a mother and two sons I think. A happy, normal family. I grew up in a court and all the neighbours were friendly and we all knew each other. So the fact that I would always go to our next door neighbour’s house wasn’t strange at all. Most of the time I
All Hallow's EveAll Hallow's Eve9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky grew darker as the days grew longer, leading up to the day I had most been looking forward to – Halloween. For years, I had gone out trick or treating, dressed up as any fun thing I could think of. Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies… I’d done them all. But as the years went on, I stopped being “cute”. Rather, I became “too old”, and eventually some people started to call the cops. Seventeen I guess is a little old in the eyes of society, but I was still a kid! Let me have my candy and visit all the houses around!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume this year was a joke – nothing more than a sheet over my head with eyes cut out. I wanted to wear a more elaborate costume, but maybe if they saw this amateur costume that covered all my features, I’d get less people afraid of my age.
“I’m heading out!” I called to my parents.
“Timmy, again?” asked my mom. “We told you last year that you are jus
I Don't Really Hate YouI hate the way you speakI Don't Really Hate You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hate the way you grin
I hate your horrid telephone
Where my number you always dial
I hate the way you make me laugh
But more when you make me cry
I hate the feeling of loving you
And without you I would die
I hate the way you made me feel
So loved and so needed
I hate the way I think of you
And I am haunted by your memory
I hate the way your always right
Even more when you are wrong
I hate the fact that we broke up
I pretended I was so strong
But mostly, I hate the way
I don't really hate you
I hate it because I still love you
And without you I cannot live.
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Jilted Generation: preview Ch1CHAPTER ONE:Jilted Generation: preview Ch17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am angry.
I am scatterbrained.
I am scared and scarred.
I am nervous that this is ALL there is.
I am an over-achiever.
I am anorexic, but I eat anyways, so
I am guilty.
I am an addict to something, but
I am not sure what yet.
I am lonely even though
I am completely surrounded by people.
I am selfish.
I am genuine.
I am capable of many things, but
I am careful in my choice of words.
I am empty and numb.
I am overwhelmed.
I am craving a musical outlet.
I am hesitant.
I am untrusting.
I am vulnerable.
I am diseased.
I am tired of having things to complain about.
I am sick of responsibilities.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I am blessed, but
I am lost.
I am so many things that you never see.
Somewhere, inside of me, is the truth.
It is spectacular and overwhelming and omnipotent. I feel the need, repeatedly, to dig deep, hunker down and process. I also feel the need to scream, but cannot find the voice, nor the sentiment. Instead I sink down, and nest in, f
Take it BackVerse 1:Take it Back8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sometimes when I close my eyes I see your face.
Sometimes when I hear that song I feel your embrace.
And yes Im a fool to ever believe in you,
When I asked for honesty that youd give me truth.
So Ill sing myself a cocktail of hatred till I sleep at night,
When it fails I will beg the past to take it back and make it right.
So I sing
Please never have kissed me that day,
Please never have kissed you back.
And Id hoped that in time that my thoughts would come true,
Now I hope that in time Ill forget about you,
And I wish that maybe someday time will take it back.
Some days I will look back and regret the past.
Some days I would wish that maybe it could last.
(For a while)
Perhaps Im a fool to even be blaming you,
Didnt want your honesty, guess I didnt want your truth.
So Ill sing myself a cocktail of hatred till I sleep at night,
When it fails I will beg the past to take it b
No titleI woke up last night cold with shivers.No title8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I realized it was the Givers
Who always took it all away,
Who were the comers, not the leavers,
Who made the ice-cold get the fevers,
And at an order made one stay.
I turned to them and told them "Please,
Stop bringing hate, war, and disease!"
And left to pray.
They looked at me as if not seeing,
As if I'm see through, not a being,
And went their way.
Well it is night, they can't be stopped,
They can't be cut, erased, or cropped...
In bed I lay.
I Was LovedI Was Loved10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He has left me
Against the bleak November sky
The words are emblazoned
Fiery gold against the grey
Two halves of a whole
My love, my best friend
With your coffin I am buried
And with you died my heart
Life itself is empty now
Tomorrow need never come
So extinguish the sun
And erase the moon
Leave the wind breathless
Let it all fall away
Let the singers find no voice
And the dreamers no sleep
Let the poets write nothing
Music has no melody
All the beauty, the joy
Was taken from me with you
Will I ever breathe again?
Will my blood thaw in my viens?
How does the Earth still spin,
And the moon rise and set?
Does no one know?
Does no one care?
He has left me
And I have left myself
So let it be written for all to see
I loved and was loved once
The Quiet CarThe Quiet Car1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“All aboard train 42 bound for Washington!” yelled the conductor. I ran down the station platform. I can’t miss this! It’s the last train of the day, and I’d have to walk otherwise!
I jumped onto the doorway just as the train begun to move. The conductor looked at me with a bit of a frown, but it was nothing a $10 bill couldn’t fix. “Right this way, sir,” she motioned me as she pocketed the money. “Would you prefer a general seat or to sit in our new quiet section of the train?”
A quiet section? That sounds awesome! I had so much work to get done on the train, so an area without babies or children would be lovely. “Quiet please,” I said.
“OK, please remember no cell phones or loud discussions,” she said leading me to the car on the far end of the car. Inside were all girls, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before – girls tended to like quieter areas. But, wait… No cell phones… th