Post FeminismPost FeminismPost Feminism9 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:
Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism7 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.
The Journey Of A Heart Rat1The Journey Of A Heart Rat9 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
LullabyClose your eyes and rest your weary headLullaby6 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
emoTruly emo is Not What It Seems in the media, nor is it all Short Stories With Tragic Endings. Sure emo music is often Standard Lines about Bad Days, The Sharp Hint Of New Tears and time Spent On Rainy Days where we're only Alive Out Of Habit. Still, At The Bottom Of Everything, This Is Your Life and emo is a part of The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows. It can be anything from A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction, to The Brilliant Dance of The Fiction We Live based on the principle that If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed.emo9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You may think, Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't. If You Don't, Don't; Believe In What You Want. But For Me This Is Heaven and We're At The Top Of The World. My emo music tells stories of the Great Romances Of The 20th Century, where I can find The Joy In Discovery that Everything Is Alright When You're Around, because we were Made For Each Other. Now, I'm 21 An
In the Forest of WintersIn the Forest of Winters10 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
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
TravailTravail9 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,
Dracula MonologueDracula Monologue10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am Dracula! Why do you not cower in fear? Don't you realize what I can do? The blood that courses through my veins is more powerful than you could ever imagine. It is the blood of warriors. The blood of those who fought for freedom. The Szekelys, we are unbeatable! Have we not been challenged again and again, but always, ALWAYS, Dracula won. I rule with unrivaled beauty. And know, those who revolt under my power will suffer. They will suffer me. But does anyone fight against me? No, because they know who I am. I am Dracula. Controller of wolves. Controller of minds. The one who will drink your life away. So why don't you fear me? I am immortal. I am forever young! Despise me, hate me! It only gives me more control. If you refuse to fear me, then
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer3 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
Oriannu :: Chapter IPreludeOriannu :: Chapter I7 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
AnonymousAnonymous4 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.
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny7 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.
History of Dracula's HairclipBehold, the history behind how Dracula got his earrings and his hairclip!History of Dracula's Hairclip8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Warning, humor abound. lol.
The History of Draculas Hairclip
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.
MayflyMayfly10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we were mayflies our wings were
worn from wire screens, but the tentative
beats of your belly chimed like iron.
And it occurred to me that through
the breeze of burning leaves our eyes
were open to wasps and weeds.
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
DenmarkxReader After the DentistDenmarkxReader After the Dentist2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had just gotten back from the dentist where you had to get a cavity filled. It hadn’t been there long, but they insisted on numbing up your whole jaw anyways. Now that it was over, you had no cavity, which was good. But now you couldn’t talk right, and knowing your boyfriend Mathias, he will make fun of you forever about it, which was bad. He waited in the lobby for you and you walked right past him and out the door to the car. He got in the driver’s seat and leaned over to take your hand.
“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. You got out your phone and typed.
“They numbed my mouth so if I try to talk I’ll sound stupid.”
“Oh man really!? Say something!” he said excitedly. You shook your head. “Aw, please? Just for me?” You shook your head again.
“Because you’ll make fun of me if I do,” you typed.
“Baby, no I won’t. since when have you ever known me to be that
Proximity Part I - male!Belarus X fem!Lithuania"Girl, your hair is like totally long!" Feliks exclaimed as he ran his fingers through my thick brown waist length hair. I smiled at his reflection through the mirror.Proximity Part I - male!Belarus X fem!Lithuania4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I've been wanting to grow it out for a while, but Ivan always made me cut it once it reached past my shoulders. Now that the war is over and I'm finally free, I don't have to cut it," I answered in a quiet voice. I felt uneasy, talking about Ivan's downfall freely, without expecting some form of intimidation or punishment.
I'm free. After so many years of Russian oppression, I am freaking free. I'm pretty happy, to be honest, though I am still overwhelemed. I guess it's the fact that I don't really know what to do with this freedom. I've always relied on Ivan to tell me what to do or what to say. Now that I'm no longer under his clutches, I can make my own decisions.
I've got a lot of learning to do.
"Well, I love it. You look so hmm what's the word for it? Oh yes elegant. Just wait, when school star
Norway x Reader - Fire and IceYou sat with a mug of hot chocolate on the coach in Lukas Bondevik's living room. Lukas Bondevik, also known as the personification of Norway, was your boyfriend, and you were enjoying spending a nice, quiet afternoon with him. Well, you mused, it was quiet.Norway x Reader - Fire and Ice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"But Norge...!" Mathias whined from the other room. You were enjoying spending time with Lukas and Emil when Mathias came bargaining in and ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
"I said no, Danmark," Lukas replied. Emil came out of the kitchen with his puffin on his shoulder and sat down next to you.
"Got tired of their bickering?" you inquired of Iceland. His response was a quick nod and a sigh. Taking a sip of your hot chocolate, you eyed the room around you. A board game was set up on a table; you, Iceland, and Norway had been playing it before the annoying Dane barged in.
"But. . . ack!" Denmark had started complaining again but was suddenly cut off. You could tell that Norway started p
SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader(preview)SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader (preview)SweetDevil!America X InnocentAngel!Reader(preview)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
((Note that in this, there is no god, only the existence of white souls(angels), grey souls(humans), and black souls(demons and devils). I make it this way to make it more interesting.Oh, and they all live together, knowing each one exists.))
______ has always lived on her own. She does nothing but grant the wishes of children and live alone in her small forest. Being that she only interacts with animals and children, she has grown to be someone with no hate, no anger, and the patients of a saint. _______ was lounging around on her own one day, sitting outside her small cabin, when a loud crash was heard. Thinking someone was hurt, she rushed over.
"Ugh. The hell was that? A Purity Ring?" A tall man said. ______ stared at him in awe. He was a devil. But with her protective charms, nothing past a grey soul should be able to get in.
"S-sir?" She said timidly. "Y-you're injured....M-may I be a-allowed to help you?" As scared as she was,
Hetalia- Pregnant Part 1This was a dream I had seriously.Hetalia- Pregnant Part 14 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
EnglandXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var IIEnglandXReader WWII Call3 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