FriendshipFriendship is the kind of loveFriendship8 years ago in Open More Like This
that never can grow old.
Warm and cozy it will stay
when other things are cold.
Friendship is a love so true
it won't be denied,
Because a friend will always be
there close by your side.
Girlfriends and lovers come and go
in this game of life we play,
But a true friend, no matter what,
in your heart will always stay.
So hold these friends dear to you,
and never let them go.
Think how much they mean to you,
and make sure to tell them so.
FinalsFinalsFinals8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walk right in,
Sit right down.
Take out your Pencil
And Look around.
With pencils erected,
And wonder if its
Harder than expected.
Your head aches hard,
Does AB match?
Five minutes left
And almost free.
Fill in the bubbles
Hope to match the key.
Time is called,
A scribbling sound.
The teacher glares,
Then pencils go down.
Out side its bright,
Slide down a rail.
Freedom at last.
Hope I didnt fail.
The UsedWhy do you feel like you have to lie?The Used8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't you say what you truly feel inside?
Can't you see that there's no reason to hide from me,
whatever your true feelings happen to be?
To me, you have no obligation,
I know where I stand.
I know I'm just an opportunity
here to take away the sting of lonliness,
willing to be your toy,
at least for a little while.
I have needs too,
ones only you can fulfill,
so come lay with me,
and I'll kiss your troubles away.
I don't mind being used,
at least that's what I tell my heart.
It's happened before,
but then I was stupid enough
to think of it as and wish for more.
I'm wiser now.
I know not to expect or hope for anything else.
So please, don't bullshit me,
don't make this into anything more than what it is.
There's no point lying,
I know you don't see me as anything
but a friend with added benefits.
Proud American SocialistProud American Socialist5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am an American Socialist, to be more specific a Democratic socialist [similar to Bernie Sanders of Vermont is what my views most align with..] You have some conservatives and liberals that just hearing the word socialists run and go OH NOES, THE "S" WORD!!!! WE MUST CALL IT EVIL!!! WE MUST NOT EVEN ASK ITS VIEWS!!! NOOOO DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH THEM!!!
I love the argument of the big evil socialist are bad.
Here is a newsflash for some Americans who have not been brain washed by society's thoughts socialism and socialists, which did have a pretty good name in America in the 19th century and early 20th century ... but rather they prefer to look only at authoritarian rulers who used the "socialist" title to win over the people when they were nothing more than fascist or communist... and how now if anyone says they are a socialist then suddenly OH YOU MUST SUPPORT AUTHORITARIANISM!!!!! YOU HATE FREEDOM!!!!!!
Okay here goes .. I will keep it short.
American Pledge of Allegiance, newsf
Sa nu uitiSa nu uiti8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Vorbe soptite in intuneric te invaluie, le auzi ca prin vis, si iti scapa apoi ca un fum usor. Soapte speriate te trezesc in miez de noapte dar intunericul iti rapeste visele, si uiti...
Suflete pierdute se incolacesc in jurul tau si te strang, te ascund, de tine si de lume. Pasesti pe alei intunecate ale unui parc pe care nu l-ai mai vazut pana acum, si umbre diforme se tarasc pe asfaltul rece, corpul iti ingheata incet incet, si mergi inainte...degete lungi se intind sa te atinga, dar cand simt caldura sangelui ce inca mai curge in venele tale tremura si se retrag, grabesti pasul dar raceala te cuprinde din ce in ce mai tare...incepi sa alergi dar degeaba...tipete si geamate sfasie linistea, zgomot de pasi, alergi ca sa nu mai auzi, dar sunt peste tot...afara, inauntru...speri sa fie un cosmar, te opresti si razi, dar iti ingheata zambetul pe buze...degetele lungi de chihlimbar ti se incolacesc pe glezne si dupa ele se tarasc iluziile unor corpuri umane, care plang, mereu plang, s
PovestePoveste7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A fost odata ca niciodata, ca de n-ar fi fost, nu s-ar mai povesti...oare?
A fost odata un copil caruia ii placeau povestile. Citea si nu se mai satura. Harap-Alb luptandu-se cu zmeul, feciori de tarani plecand in lume sa isi caute norocul, printi parasind castelele parintilor pentru a-si cauta printese, vrajitoare care fermecau tinere fete, pisici negre torcand si prevestind numai rele.
"-Mai iesi si tu din odaia aia, joaca-te si tu afara cu copiii!
-Imediat mama, stai sa termin cartea asta...
-Asa spui mereu, si nu mai iesi, lasa cartea, hai la plimbare.
-Imediat mama, imediat..."
Uita sa mai iasa, si mama uita sa mai intrebe. Era cuminte, nu supara pe nimeni acolo cu cartile lui. Pisicile se plimbau maiestuoase prin chiliile batranelor ce fierbeau potiuni magice, printii isi continuau cautarile periculoase, tinerii fii de tarani intampinau numai dificultati, dar inima lor buna mereu ii salva, iar Harap-Alb ucise zmeul si isi recuceri titlul de print.
"-Sebastiane, ai intar
You are my SunShine.As the tears fall down my face,You are my SunShine.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I remember you so clearly.
Not a day goes past I don't think of you,
not a day where Im not reminded your gone.
To this day you will still catch me putting my hand down to pat you,
only to be reminded you are no longer with me.
Sometimes I can still hear you, I know that's a little weird, but its true.
I see your little face everywhere.
Sometimes I forget, when Im sad and need a hug Ill call you over.
Which will start on a whole new reason to cry.
Just now I picked up Dog ( the new kitten) You would have loved him, you always thought you were the new mother to all my pets.
Be it one of my many cats, mice, birds , lambs, goats or pigs.
You always took it on yourself to be their new mother.
Looked funny when they were bigger then you. But that didn't bother you.
Your bed was there bed.
Problem was my bed also happened to be your bed.
Holding Kitten close to me, as he let out a little cry,
without even realising it, I started to sing our song.
"You are my S
8:30 A.M. Mountain TimeI was late for work8:30 A.M. Mountain Time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I always put on my shoes
in front of the television
and watch the news
I wish I hadnt that day--
I saw buildings burning
death from above
who had no wings
I cried for them
I sat on the couch in
stunned, unbelieving silence
staring at the carnage
that had already passed
It was 8:30 A.M. Mountain Time
It was 10:30 Eastern Time
I was late for work
I watched the South Tower fall
over and over and over again
then, the North Tower fell, too
over and over and over again
I cried for them, too
and then I heard about the Pentagon
and about Flight 93
my shoes remained untied
Work would have to wait
Today, too many people died
© John Hardesty 2001
Ploaie de toamnaPloaie de toamna7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Ce ciudat e cand ploua, cum unii oameni se ascund, si altii se plimba ca si cum nu ar cadea stropi mari de apa din cer. Eu cred ca celor care se ascund le e frica sa nu li se intinda machiajul. Si mama se machiaza, si mereu il atentioneaza pe tata sa nu o sarute ca i se ia rujul. Da, asta trebuie sa fie."
Un copil de 7 ani, pe o banca in fata casei, se uita la trecatorii grabiti. Cerul era innorat, si stia ca atunci cand e cerul innorat va ploua. Si stia ca atunci cand ploua se intinde machiajul oamenilor, si de aceea ei se ascund.
"Ce ciudat e, cand ploua...de ce oare se ascund toti sub umbrele, nu e ca si cum nu ar face dus acasa dimineata, oare le e frica de apa? Poate e din cauza hainelor. Se uda. Se aduna pe corp si le arata formele. Deci hainele trebuie sa-ti ascunda corpul..."
Avea 7 ani si nu stia prea multe, dar ce stia era o siguranta, o descoperire valoroasa. La varsta asta afli cele mai multe adevaruri s-ar putea spune.
"Cel mai ciudat cand ploua, e cand v
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AloneHe lies alone on his bed.Alone8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one there to love him, to want him, to need him.
A tear roles down his cheek.
For he has noticed.
That there is no one there to
to love him, to want him, to need him.
Negru si AlbNegru si Alb7 years ago in General More Like This
"Pisicile ofera afectiune neconditionata in reprize scurte si aleatorii. Te lasa sa te agati de ele cand nu mai stii ce sa faci, te sufoca pentru cateva minute cu atentia lor, apoi se smulg din imbratisare si pleaca, lasandu-te si mai singur ca inainte."
Se gandea la asta in timp ce pisica isi lingea distrata varful cozii in coltul opus al incaperii, aruncand ocazional priviri piezise spre patul pe care il parasise cu cateva secunde in urma.
-Da, asa e. Din motive pe care numai voi le stiti, veniti si plecati ca o ploaie de vara. Neasteptat, recomfortant, si dispareti cand devine mai placut, se adresa ea pisicii care continua sa fie indiferenta.
-Evident este mai mult decat normal sa vorbesc cu pisica acum...sau cu mine insami singura in camera, chicoti usor amuzata, apoi se baga sub plapuma si incerca sa adoarma.
Totusi, sa adoarma nu era o sarcina dintre cele mai usoare, date fiind evenimentele recente. Sotul ei murise cu cateva zile in urma, si copii nu avusesera. In ciuda prejud
Let the Forest Listen...Once upon a time, there was a young girl who had an idea, but she had no one to share it with. Frustrated by the lack of interest from the people around her, she decided to turn to the woods. She learned to trust the forest and shared her ideas with the life there, because she knew that since the beginning of time, trees had listened...Let the Forest Listen...7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I feel like I am in a dream right now, and that everything I hear, think and feel is nothing but an illusion. Everything, even time itself has lost it's realms of earthly perception in my mind. I feel like something is about to give, let go, and that I am at the end of a road that eventually leads to nowhere. Now is the time to venture on a path of my own, away from the world.
I feel like I am one so small here, without voice, even to those who dwell in the woods. I am alone as the trees sleep. How I wish I could be one of them...
Do trees keep secrets from man, or do we keep them from the forest? I don't think trees can
7 things I hate about youI hate that your the one I need when I cry,7 things I hate about you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though its because of you I can not lie.
I hate it when you don't talk,
when I need you the most.
I hate how you call me clingy,
all I want is to be loved.
I hate how something as simple as "I'm sorry, I love you" would make it all better,
But you never say it.
I hate how you'd rather talk to anyone else but me.
I hate how I would do everything in my powers to make you feel better,
You say "BRB" you don't even go anywhere.
I hate the way my heart flutters when I see you online,
You don't even notice I'm there.
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
Wishing on a star tonightOh I'll be wishing on a star tonight,Wishing on a star tonight6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
holding myself close,
waiting for the day to come,
when all my dreams come true.
If I close my eyes tightly,
that's when I see your face,
you're smiling down on me,
just saying "hey"
I don't want this dream to ever end,
I want you by my side.
So I hold myself closely,
just waiting for that day.
I know that it is gunna be,
in the near future,
but until that day comes my way,
I'll hold my self close,
and close my eyes tight.
The Night Before FinalsT'was The Night Before Finals:The Night Before Finals10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T'was the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen up their thinking.
In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.
I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.
When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
His spirit was car
Enlightenment.. Kai's pastThroughout the whole night, she couldnt sleep and stop thinking about her son. Lying next to her was her husband, who woke up from her constant movement.Enlightenment.. Kai's past7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maria, will you just sleep and stop worrying about that kid? he said in annoyance.
What if hes not sleeping..., she said, and quickly rolled off the bed.
Maria he said, and grabbed her gown.
Adrian!! Youve seen what he did there. Who knows if hes going to attempt it again!!
Hey! This is not the first time is it?? Maria quietly stood still, shaking a bit.
And whose fault is that?
Oh my god, not this again!
Maria and Adrian were parents of four kids. They fought like this occasionally because their family was always under stress due to financial issues and Adrian being an alcoholic. They lived quite an empty life. Adrian also developed a habit of routinely abusing one of their sons at a young age. It had been nearly a d
Afraid of you How can you make some be afraid of you? Someone once asked. As far as how Kai looked, he did not possess any physical greatness to pose any threat. He could be easily snapped in two, or whirled over someones shoulder without much effort.Afraid of you7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes I can, he answered quietly, if anybody wishes. His language deficiency only supports mockery around him, but he is already aware of what challenge they have put upon themselves.
Her, her! the boys said, as they pushed a girl toward him. She looked at him fiercely, staring with heavy makeup that emphasized her eyes, as if she triple dare.
This better not waste my time. I have things to do she said, but she was easily persuaded by an easy reward; a total
ill have you know im scaredi lied, i lied, a thousand times i lied.ill have you know im scared6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i don't know who this story is about. i don't know if it's an 'i,' 'you,' 'he,' or 'she' story. i'll probably pick three and rotate them. because when you think about it, doesn't it happen to us all?
i was found dead on the road. i hear i was contorted and bloody, only the blood wasn't my own, and i died simply because i was afraid. i always thought that was so fucking ironic- i was fucking scared to death.
and every time she's walking down the street, the girl who might've been me, the girl whose blood i was found in though she's also dead, i cringe. because she hears people crowing about amusement parks and how the upside-down roller coaster scared them to death, and she thinks of me. she's dead, but she still thinks of me. somehow, i feel loved.
he said he was a policeman. really, he was a rapist. he, you, i. it doesn't matter, everyone is a rapist. everyone thinks they want sex, but nobody does. it's too personal. it's not forever
Poate.Poate-ar trebui sa ne crucificam gandurilePoate.8 years ago in Open More Like This
pe crucea personalitatii altcuiva
sau sa ni le supunem unui fel de pat al lui Procust
batut din lemn de canoane ce nu ne aparin.
Poate-ar trebui sa ne cenzuram sentimentele
cu beep-uri in note de romantism in chinuri
sau sa ni le sculptam dupa vreun Sfinx
construit din caramizi de ignoranta supra-estimata.
Poate-ar trebui sa putem sa nu mai putem,
sa ne masuram vrerea dupa a celor pe care-i vrem,
cu un compas din fier de cruzime
si varful de intepaturi in mandrii ignorate in mod studiat.
Poate-ar trebui sa ne crestem iubirile-ntr-un ghiveci
din lutul iubirilor altora
si sa ni le udam cu apa sperantelor lor
pentru a ni le creste conform cu asteptarile.