Post FeminismPost FeminismPost Feminism8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Post feminism they call it,
A time to put away,
The voices of the women,
Who fought for equal pay.
How cliche it is to be,
A female freedom fighter,
All the while the unseen chains,
Grow stronger, firmer...tighter.
"Honey, sweetie, baby
Please smile while you clean,
After all this is your job,
What being "woman" means."
"Go put the kids to bed,
Then spread your legs so wide,
So I may be the burly man,
Who sticks himself inside."
Too ashamed to stand up tall,
For fear of seeming radical,
All the while our laws and rights,
Are taking a sabbatical.
"Your role is in the home,
And home is where you'll stay
Till maybe, maybe I decide,
To let you have your way."
Is this what we have come to:
A post democratic world?
Where equal right are just a dream,
For every boy and girl?
Post feminism they call it,
And post feminism will be,
The end of what we've cried to have:
The Journey Of A Heart Rat1The Journey Of A Heart Rat8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life is so fresh, so new. I never thought that living would be so wonderful. I just want to enjoy myself and have fun and play games. I love my human mama so much. She plays with me all the time and has given me others of my kind to snuggle with. I know I was created for something special, but I haven't figured out what it is yet.. I trust it will be revealed to me when the time is right. For now, it's all about enjoying myself. And I intend to!
My first venture into this world was so much fun I wanted to see if there are others out there who are just as loving. I wish I was with my first mama again. This human doesn't really understand what I need. I am all alone and all she does is stare at me. She hardly touches me and I am so lonely. There is nothing to do and I am so bored. Maybe this was a mistake
A wise animal at the between place explained to me
Letters from a Beloved RatDedicated to All the Daddies and Mamas of Furchildren EverywhereLetters from a Beloved Rat8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thank you for my mama. You know the one, my human mama. She picked me! How awesome is that. She could have easily chosen another, but she heard me calling to her. She cuddled me on the way home instead of leaving me in the scary box, and gave me the most special foods that night to make me feel welcome. She has given me a new family and they are still unsure about me, but i think everything will be ok because my mama is there to keep me safe.
Thank you for my mama. She constantly tells me I am beautiful and perfect even though I know I have flaws. Only you, Lord, are perfect, but mama says that my flaws are what make me perfect. I don't understand that but I guess that is what true love is about.
Thank you for my mama. She makes me take my medicines when I am sick and I hate that, but I do not hate my mama. After all, she is trying to make me get better. Afterwards she gives me something yummy to t
Let's hear it for ScandinaviaLet's hear it for Scandinavia11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. While flipping through the phone book, you come across someone with a Scandia name and you must resist the urge to call him/her to practise speaking.
2. You always take vacations in places near the coast to keep yourself satisfied until you "return to your homeland".
3. You believe that the "th", "v", and "k" sounds should exist in all languages.
4. You believe that Old Norse should be taught alongside Latin in all English-speaking schools.
5. When going into a bookstore, you always go to the Reference section first to see if any of the Scandia languages are carried.
6. You firmly believe that Swedish should be the international language.
7. If not Swedish, and the international language simply has to be one as hard as English, well then, hey, why not go all-out and declare Finnish as the such instead?!
8. You have a complicated love-hate relationship with Richard Wagner.
9. You do not need the aforementioned explained to you.
10. You believe that all family names should end in "-ss
Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our indifference
and not feel our hearts unbeating because of this.
Because, in feminism, we find the fairy Godmother
we were always denied by being real - but constructed.
LullabyClose your eyes and rest your weary headLullaby5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lay down and let you mind free to wander
Lose yourself in my voice as I sing you this lullaby
Here in my arms I hold all that is important to me
And if you drift off now you will awake in my arms
The heart within my breast beats only for you
Dream sweetly, of a knight and a fair maiden
Or of the last dance and a kiss in the rain
A tango through the grove with the smell dancing in the air
The sun sleeps sound tonight so far away
And you look so peaceful here in my arms
The moon light spilling over your soft skin
I see everything I love about you and I know
I know that this is where I belong and I want to stay
Making you happy is what I live to do and it makes me feel good
As the flame dances the candlelight flickers in your eyes
Let my words drip through you like honey and lull you away
Now let me kiss your eyes here in the moonlight
I want to dream of you tonight so I can smile in my sleep
But even with you right here I will miss you
In the Forest of WintersIn the Forest of Winters9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the Forest of Winters
To the Forests of Winters
And snow blown boughs
Where the Frost Child flies
On White Wolf´s nose.
Restless spirits wandering
Through black roots
With frozen fingers,
With icy covered boots.
To the Forest of Winters
To find the Blizzard Creature's home,
To hear Pine Wood's melody
And drink Spruce Wood's tea.
Sweet pleasures in the Winterland
In strong arms of the Northernman.
I watch buried leaves sleep
Beneath Boreal Moonlight.
In the Wilds of Silver Sword,
Winter's lovers sing
To call Spirit Bear from Spring.
The anthem for the Northernman
Can be heard in snow muffled miles,
Ageless white forests
And wry nordic smiles.
Upon Cold Beaches of Stone,
Waves of Whitecaps froze
They licked the cliffs
And sharp ice springfalls.
They watched the Great White Polar Bear
Flow by on large glacial Ice Bergs.
In the Winter is where my Cold Spirit rests.
In the Winter is where I long to be.
I am a Spirit of the North
Married to the Mountain Troll
Kin SailorKin Sailor9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When often I had stood on the cold north shores
From the Vinland rock,
Watching the grey waves flow;
I had a distinct feeling that I had been here before.
But so long ago.
Whereas the sun is setting
And the fog rolls over the fells
All covered in juniper,
When proudly I had set my sails.
Then some ancient creature beckons me
Return to the earth.
Return with sword in hand,
To stand by ancient gods
In courage and in mirth.
Wyrd hath often spoke with me,
A gentle confidante,
Who whispers from the sea
And recalls the rusty hearts
Of nordic men of old.
Great men that stood by heathen gods
Who banked their ships
On primeval Vinland stones
And bound their creators divine
On bygone Northwest shores.
Now homeward north
Again I sail,
Ardent to the bygone relics
Of the norsemen of yore.
And once more...
I had the distinct feeling that I had been here before,
But so long ago.
A Story For my FriendsWhen I was manufactured.A Story For my Friends6 years ago in Open More Like This
My face was fractured.
When the worker put the piece back on.
My face was put on wrong.
As I sit here waiting to be filled.
I wonder if I will be killed.
My face is on the inside and I am made of glass.
As the water rises starting to touch my nose.
I think of my friends and foes.
The girl I never gave that rose.
As I die.
Never I second will I deny.
That I would never fly.
As I think of my broken dreams I cry.
To all I say goodbye.
AnonymousAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the face in the shadows,
which no one ever sees.
I create the world's tomorrows,
but use no tongue to speak.
I'm in the minds of humankind,
to see all their desires.
My deeds to everyone are blind,
of this I'll never tire.
I am justice.
I am god.
I am you.
We are Anonymous.
TravailTravail8 years ago in General More Like This
A small bird chirped from the clacking branches of an ice brittle tree. Its call a
quick "chick-a-dee". His breath crystallized before his eyes when he tilted his
head toward the sound of the tiny creature. He then shifted his feet in the deep
packing snow to shake the fur of his boots clean of rime. The young man, now in
the prime of his life, had never been content. He'd always been a dreamer. The
daydreaming gave him an insatiable lust for knowledge and a fire in his heart
that blazed as bright as the northern lights in a gelid tundra. That lusty warmth
pushed him to search. It pushed him beyond the boundaries of his home, away
from the comfortable closeness of his mother's hearth and away from the
simple existence he grew up in.
Now he stood atop a hill which stretched a seemingly endless expanse into
nowhere. He stood there alone, completely alone, in a derelict winter landscape
overlooking the icy whitecaps of a primeval ocean. There was possibility,
Oriannu :: Chapter IPreludeOriannu :: Chapter I6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
O, Where do the Shadows Lie?
Hide from Light, Hide from Sky?
In the Darkness, Shadows sleep
Light goes down, the Shadows weep.
They dont age when time, it flows?
Why are Shadows eating souls?
Well find out, Well help each other.
If we lose, Well go together.
Lock awoke abruptly, his face streaming with cold sweat. All that could buzz through his mind was the dream that he had just awoken from: a terrible dream full of pain and suffering A dream he thought, his eyes still heavy from sleep. It seemed so real, my ship crashing Strange black creatures Only darkness filled his sight, for he didnt want to open his eyes. He didnt want to get out of bed, not yet, however uncomfortable it was. He wasnt done sleeping yet.
He lay there forever, not moving out of his uncomfortable position, his body getting colder b
Church IncidentChurch Incident10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was looking around the Church. I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing. The people around me were looking for God. There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying. One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly. One or two were asleep.
They would never find God. There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turning around and pointing… Pointing at a man with a dirty mop in hand, and an overbite. One of the sleepers had roused. The priest at the front didn't miss a beat. "Sorry." I told the janitor. "I thought you were someone else."
The janitor watched the embarrassed man walk out quickly.
"That was too close." He said as h
OriginalsOriginalsOriginals9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The conch's twist holds
an old world. Just beyond the glossy rim
where the shell curves out of sight
a half-full bottle plunges
into the sea. The green glass
has no end, its sides spreading
light like a coloured lens. But this ocean
is a dark edge, as if eyes had never lifted
its hard dermis. A wave curls
and becomes icecream in a turqouise bowl. You
are here, looking through spirals at someone else
who is you. The bowl empties
and a cold signifier stings the skull.
This time it is no echo
of the sea's thousandfoot rush, or the tang
of stale salt inhaled from a pinkwhite lip. This time
you are there. The icecream is just as cold, the glass
of beer bottles still shedding jade. But this could be
any beach. And now it matters
that you cannot swim.
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.
And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.
quik little storyThe wind whipped at the faces of the winter vampire soldiers. The snow was getting deeper and deeper every mile they walked. They were coming back from the war against the autumn vampires. The autrumn won and the winter were forced to come back home. But one little autumn human girl decided to tag along in curiousity. Humans and vampires were allies. Usually the humans would eventually turn into vampires after being bitten.sentance in the autumn tounge. Flit spoke fluently and he had a little accent. The little girl looked down.quik little story6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"I don't have them." she said.
Flit raised his eyebrows and picked her up from the snow. "Are you even cold?"
The little girl nodded "I don't mind."
"I'll take you to the king. He'll take care of you." Flit said.
The little girl's eye widened "But they say the winter vampire king is a bad man! He drinks blood!"
"Autumn vampires drink blood in order to stay alive. We don't have to drink blood unless we want to or
The little autumn girl's parents were
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
StewardshipStewardship8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Treat your chickens kindly.
Let them walk on Gods green Earth.
Let them promenade in sun light
With a shelter for their berth.
Dont you pin em up in boxes
Or a tiny wire hold
Suspended over fecal sluices
Where their wings cannot unfold.
Dont feed em antibiotics
Within each and every bite.
Dont breed em so they cannot walk.
You know that isnt right.
Dont grow em by the zillion
And extend them with fake light.
Dont snip and grind away their beaks
Because theyre wedged too tight.
Dont make em breathe-in air thats choked
With amoniated dust.
Dont make em drink from water troughs
All filled with mold and rust.
Let em harvest bugs and grasses
And scratch pebbles from the ground.
I implore you, treat em kindly.
Theyll be the best chickens around.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
History of Dracula's HairclipBehold, the history behind how Dracula got his earrings and his hairclip!History of Dracula's Hairclip7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning, humor abound. lol.
The History of Draculas Hairclip
Hetalia- Pregnant Part 1This was a dream I had seriously.Hetalia- Pregnant Part 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning : script format, human names, some nations are nytolia, lots of pregnancies, Lovina swearing and mention of one night stands, sex, rape of a minor and an incest rape and plotless crack.
Act 1 The Italies
(Setting: Feliciana's home's living room; Players: Lovina, Ludwig, Feliciana and Antonio)
(Lovina comes out of the bathroom and hits Ludwig, whom is sitting on the Italian leather couch reading "How to understand Italians")
Ludwig: What the hell!
Lovina: How dare you touch my sister! Is she a plaything to you! Someone you can f**k?!
Ludwig: What are you talking about?
Lovina: (hits him again)
Feliciana: (runs in super happy and hugs Ludwig) Ludwig! You wouldn't believe the great new I have!
Lovina: How is it great news! It's terrible news! This bastard should pay! What he did to you was the worst thing
Feliciana: The same thing Antonio did to you.
Lovina: (glares at her sister) Trust me, Antonio will have a long talk with me
Spain X Reader Churros (Name) was walking through town on a breezy, summer day with her friend and crush, Antonio. It was one of those days where the world felt perfect; happy people and peace. Like nothing could go wrong.Spain X Reader Churros2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Chica, it's a beautiful day, si?" asked the brunette.
"Yes," she answered, her (h/c) locks blowing in the breeze, "It's beautiful, Toni."
"Not as beautiful as you, mi querida." he replied flirtatiously, his dashing emerald green eyes playful.
He always did this. The Spainard flirted with any girl, it was kind of disappointing. It hurt sometimes, but she had learned to brush it off.
They both walked along, (Name)'s (e/c) orbs taking everything they saw. Trees, flowers, people. Then a voice cut in,
"Look, (Name), it's a churros stand!" exclaimed Antonio. "Let's get something to eat while we walk."
He rushed over
Waiting for Him: Spain x Fem!RomanoWaiting for Him: Nyotalia x HetaliaWaiting for Him: Spain x Fem!Romano3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Spain x Fem!Romano, eventual Germany x Fem!Italy and others.
Warning for Lovina's language.
I sat with my feet hanging from the dock. Back and forth, I watched my olive tinted legs swing on the old, worn wood. The teal ocean below me bobbed softly for once, mellow and quiet. Resting my head on my resting palm, I gazed at the rippling water. 'He will be gone soon, like he always has'
Like he always does.
My vision glazed over as I mindlessly stared at the water. Breathe, blink, and repeat, over and over. Maybe the ocean could wash all my feelings away. Maybe, just maybe. Then the water changed colors, revealing a new image. Him. I kicked my foot at the water, sending him away…But he didn't go. I turned my head up to meet his eyes. Kind, emerald and, sparkling but somehow a bit less than usual. I let out a soft breath and pulled my feet from the water, taking his outstretched hand. So
Late Night Texts 26S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?Late Night Texts 261 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dean, are you lying to me?
S: Dammit, Dean, what the hell have I told you about letting Cas watch scary movies?
D: Not to do it.
S: So why the hell do you keep doing it?
D: Because he likes to cuddle when hes afraid.
D: And by that I mean hes fucking terrified and he cusses me out while hiding his face in my shoulder.
D: How the hell did you figure out we watched that, anyway?
S: Hes locked himself in your room, screaming about how if that bitch wants to come at him, shes going to have to face him and his army of angels.
S: Dean, he has a fucking army of angels in your room.
S: What the hell do I do with a bunch of angels who are hyped up on adrenaline because they watched a fucking horror movie?!
S: Dean, please come home.
S: You fuckass.
EnglandXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var IIEnglandXReader WWII Call2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This job as a radio operator can bite my ass. I truly wanted to be off in Europe doing more important work than sitting at a desk all day with a whole bunch of other women. In a cramped room with small fans that did nothing to keep the heat out. Men here had the freedom of showing more skin than us girls, so it was common for someone nearby to faint from the summer temperature. Yet we continued to suffer in this hellhole for the money to support ourselves.
I sighed, someone just had to call me. The one person in this place who was ready to flip some tables over and burn this place to the ground. "What do you want?"
The man cleared his throat, "Miss, I have a very important message for Alfred F. Jones, whom I presume to be your boss."
"Your name, sir?"
"Sorry, he won't be speaking with anyone for a while." Calmly I sat filing my nails as if I was talking on the phone with my mother.
"E-excuse me?! I said this message was