She'll Never Love Me BackI yearn for your acceptence.She'll Never Love Me Back in Free Verse More Like This
I beg for your attention.
I sit here waiting,
waiting for all of this.
But I know,
this will never become a reality.
I am the 'Outcast'
I am the 'Freak'
I am the girl,
that everybody hates.
would a girl like you,
ever become my friend?
A friendship is as close as I will ever get to you.
What you don't know,
i'm in love with you.
Though we are apartThough we are far apart,Though we are apart in Free Verse More Like This
we are close at heart.
Though our ages differ,
you are the one I live for.
We are different in many ways,
Secretly, I'm counting down days.
Until I can see you again.
My beloved and sweet girlfriend.
She is...I want to wake up, to seeShe is... in Free Verse More Like This
what is really behind me.
And find that my life
has been no big strife.
Hopefully find that one
that will give me all fun.
She is what I crave
on my lonely days.
She is what I desire
and what creates our fire.
She is what I love
because she is from above.
I want to wake up, to see
if she is sleeping next to me.
I Was Going To CryI was going to cry,I Was Going To Cry in Free Verse More Like This
The feelings were there,
I could feel the tears welling,
And the sadness lay on me,
Sovereign Female WisdomWeren't you once beautiful?Sovereign Female Wisdom in Free Verse More Like This
you rivaled the jealous on Mount Olympus
hair precious as gold
you served Athena
faithful priestess of wisdom
what's become of you?
tainted by forbidden fruit
so afraid of reflections
fear you'll turn to stone?
cold as the men around you
or is fear something else?
is it your fault
men made you this way?
they feared you
their narrow minds
turned you monster
raped by man
of your intelligence
betrayed by trust
won't you please
look past the glass
just once more
see what's true
may it set you free
Simple DefinitionsHate...Simple Definitions in Free Verse More Like This
Noun, Attributive Noun, and Verb.
"Intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury." - Merriam Webster Dictionary.
To feel hostility or animosity toward.
"The emotion of intense dislike; a feeling of dislike so strong that it demands action." - The Free Dictionary by Farlex.
Such a mean little word.
It's been with us since before 900 AD.
It appears in many languages, in nearly the same form. Old Frisian, Old High German, Dutch, Old Saxon, Old Icelandic, Gothic, Old English, Old Norse.
There has certainly never seemed to be a shortage of it.
In truth it seems we have spread it out and carried it with us for centuries.
It's so easy to hold onto after all, and so easy to share.
With our family, with our neighbors, with total strangers even.
Maybe it's time to let it go.
Noun and Verb.
"Unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another." - Merriam Webster Dictionary.
To feel compassion for.
LoveLove is seeing her everyday with a smile upon my face.Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love is seeing that flower blossom into something beautiful.
Love is smelling that burning candle that smells like apples and cinnamon.
Love is knowing she hates you but never being able to reciprocate the feeling.
Love is giving up a lot of things to see her.
Love is laughing whenever you fall.
Love is when she's dressed in the most ridiculous outfit and you still go out in public.
Love is when she finally kisses you, and the world explodes.
Love is noticing the tiniest difference about her on a daily basis.
Love is knowing she'll be there for me no matter what.
Love is touching her hand when she's sad and telling her she's fine because I'm here.
Love is going after her when she walks away in a mood.
Love is hearing her voice giving me sheer joy every day.
Love is incredible.
Fuck You, Positive People. When I post up my art, whether the art is sad or happy or angry, I do it for me. Not for the watches or llama badges. I don't really like people commenting and shoving their sunshine and sympathy down my throat.Fuck You, Positive People. in Philosophical More Like This
I post something about suicide. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'You have a WHOLE life ahead of you, SUICIDE? NO, what about the life you leave behind? Your loved one's & friends would be depressed & you would've let your Hopes & Dreams Fade into the darkness, which is CHEATING life. I just want to encourage you to succeed your dreams.' What if my dream is to die? What then? HA, didn't think about that, bitch, did you?
I post something about cutting. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'Why do you do that to yourself? Does it feel good? Are you doing it for attention? I could help you, note me if you want!' Hm, does cutting yourself sound like it'l
MiseryMisery is having her worried to the core about you and not being able to aid her concience.Misery in Free Verse More Like This
Misery is letting your grades in school suffer because of your dismal life.
Misery is sitting in a corner alone, not wanting anyone around.
Misery is telling everyone to go away when you know you need their help.
Misery is spareing people's minds by not sharing with them what's wrong.
Misery is watching her, loving her, hugging her, but not being able to have her.
Misery is hiding your arms from your friends and it getting to the point where they want to hold you down.
Misery is being so frustrated you can't concentrate on anything but your melancholy week.
Misery is when you can hardly write, and writing even then, isn't doing the trick.
Misery is when every time something triggers a thought you have the urge to cut.
Misery is piercing your body for the feeling, not the look.
Misery is wanting to die every day you come home.
Misery is not being able to do the deed because of the people who love
Pride Is Pride is walking around with your head held high no matter what's going on around you.Pride Is in Free Verse More Like This
Pride is not replying when someone calls you a faggot or a dyke, you just walk away smiling.
Pride is when you can look someone square in the eye and say "Yeah, I'm gay."
Pride is when you're no longer ashamed of who you are, you embrace yourself.
Pride is learning to love yourself so other people can love you to, and if they don't, fuck them.
Pride is dishing it out when you know you can handle it back.
Pride is knowing who you are and putting yourself out there whether you look stupid or not.
Pride is what I don't have.
Prideful is what I'm not.
Not Everything Is YoursYou can't move to the North East and expect it to be like the South East.Not Everything Is Yours in Free Verse More Like This
You can't use both hands for everything.
You can't have me and her.... And her... And him.
You can't protect me and talk to her.
You can't be with someone and STILL be a someone.
You can't not use your medication and expect to get better.
You can't make a mess and not clean it up.
You can't sing to her and then say you've lost your voice with me.
You can't weep and expect your eye liner not to run.
You can't throw your phone down a flight of stairs and expect people to call you.
You can't put on a smile and expect someone to notice you're not okay.
You can't drink 5 gallons of energy drinks and expect to fall asleep.
You can't control everything.
This isn't Burger King
You can't 'Have It Your Way' Always.
I Want To Be A Good Person I don't want to be me. I want to be a good person. A good person. What does that even mean really?I Want To Be A Good Person in Philosophical More Like This
Is a good person the one that goes to church every Sunday but ignores the bible Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday?
Is a good person the one who scolds you for swearing and then blows up with rage seconds later on some six year old who doesn't even know what the profanity means?
Is a good person the one that goes school to school and promotes being drug free, when they go home after work every day and get hyped up on heroine?
Is a good person the one that lies on the sofa all day long in front of their children as an example?
Is a good person the one that gets pregnant at thirteen and then gets outraged when they hear about the show 16 and Pregnant?
Is a good
Obsessive Compultion DisorderOCDObsessive Compultion Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
Obsessive Compultion Disorder.
And there's even more.
Even though it's only three words.
I think of that first when I hear it.
27 letters, the letters in alphabetical order.
Obsessive-9 letters, Compulsive-10 letters, Disorder-8 letters. I multiply them.
That's only with words.
When I go to the washroom, I clean my hands
3 times for 30 seconds each time.
I dry each of my hands for 30 seconds.
And and blink 3 times as I merrily walk out, knowing everything's okay.
That's only the loo.
When I go home, I always have to go and mess up my bed.
Then I need to remake it before I freak out it's too messy.
I rearrange my clothes in the closet 4 times,
From red to purple and then black, white, grey, and brown in the back.
That's only with my room.
I see people, girls that wear earrings,
And their earrings are crooked, without even think I just
Reach out and fix them.
When they jump at the surprise of me touching them, I apologize, ashamed.
Pansexuality I think out of all of the different types of sexualities, Pansexuality is probably either the most unknown or the most shamed.Pansexuality in Philosophical More Like This
Sure, Homosexuals of all kind usually unite together, but some bisexual or lesbian or gay people look down on Pansexuality. And a lot of Heterosexuals in the first place look down on anything related to that.
A lot of pledged gay men and women just think of being a Pansexual ludicrous because obvious you can only like one or two genders in their book. Heterosexuals aren't the only ones who hate on gays! A decent sized portion of the Homosexual community 'hates' on pansexuals and transgenders and polyamerous people. Polyamery isn't even considered to be homosexual, a lot of straight people are polyamerous... AND PROUD!
Pansexuals are known negatively to being people who 'can't make up their mind' about what gender to choose from. It's not a gam
Not as shownDepression is not something you can really take yourself out of on command.Not as shown in Free Verse More Like This
Eating Disorders are not funny and aren't an act.
Suicide isn't the easy way or coward way out.
Homosexuality isn't a disease and isn't a phase.
Self-Harming isn't a cry for help or attention.
Bullying isn't always the answer is you have a bad life.
Obesity isn't always because the person just loves Big Macs.
Emo doesn't mean you cut yourself.
Love isn't always positive.
Hatred isn't always negative.
You'll never get out of depression if you never try.
You won't be able to help yourself before you die if you don't find a doctor.
Sometimes Suicide is the better way out.
You can't let everybody tell you that it's a disease or etc., you're you for a reason. You're not and abomination.
Just because you bully someone, doesn't make you a bad person, try to abstain from it.
If people call you fat, just ignore them and think to yourself 'they don't know shit', because they don't.
YOu won't ever shake the fe
Two WomenITwo Women in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two women at the altar stand,
Forever joined by heart and hand;
Two wives, from this day forth, become:
Two weddings folded into one.
A single child two mothers makes
Of these two women, and awakes
A blessedness so pure in each:
A love, that shall to heaven reach.
Two women, from this world, depart,
Each safe within the other's heart
Until, as angels eased into
Heaven, they fall in love anew.
Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay' in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As night, to morning, faded;
Its beauty was not made to stay,
But hoary grew, and jaded.
I watched as day, with fractured light,
My every fear, rekindled,
And passion fell away to plight,
And hope but further dwindled.
Momma said "stop being gay,"
With hatred, and distress:
My tender love where sin held sway...
"Impure, and meaningless."
Within my heart and soul, I lived,
For all else had bereft me,
And nothing more could be perceived
Than how her words had left me.
Momma said "stop being gay."
For years, I never fought her,
But silently, and hopeless, lay,
The Lord's forgotten daughter.
I've sacrificed a waking dream:
My truest love, to merit
A heaven, and, in death, to seem
Not evil, but imperfect.
UnexpectedThe bell rings as I rush into class, choppy scarlet hair bouncing behind me. I take my seat, careful not to glance too much in her direction.Unexpected in Emotional More Like This
We all leave our seats to walk to the four corners of the class room for each topic brought up. The first corner if you had no idea what the topic was, the second for knowing a few facts, the third for knowing enough to write a decent paragraph, and the fourth for knowing enough to give a lecture to the class on the topic.
I can't help but notice that for most things she travels confidently to the fourth or third corners.
I shouldn't be surprised at all, really. She's a genius. Brilliant and witty. Cunning and smart. Amazing. Beautiful... gorgeous.
We all run back to our seats, invigorated by the unusual activity. Normally history class is just PowerPoints, notes, discussion, and random tangents usually involving New Orleans.
I run too fast,
try to sit down at my desk.
Overestimate the distance, trip over my backpack,
Colors in the Wind: Portraits of the MindStep outside the cafeteriaColors in the Wind: Portraits of the Mind in Free Verse More Like This
High point of the world.
I can see all of LA,
Catalina Island softly silhouetted in the distance.
Soft, tinkling bells chime,
She leans slightly against the railing,
Admiring the view,
Reveling in the breeze.
Blue plaid skirt ripples across her thighs,
Dancing in the wind.
Her hair catches the light, shimmering golden in the sun.
But brightest of all is her face.
She turns slightly away from me,
Her face eclipsed in shadow.
But I trace her features in my mind's eye,
Treasure the many mental pictures I've captured,
All slightly worn around the edges from being brought out to be looked at
Over and over.
She marvels at the clear blue sky,
But the sky is dull compared to
Broke the Camel's BackBroke the Camel's Back in Free Verse More Like This
London Bridge, London Bridge
Fall, falls down.
Dance joyfully around the flames.
They all fall down.
Let's all play the fiddle as
Rome burns to the ground.
Aren't I a good daughter mommy?
How's my essay daddy?
Look, I swear I'm a good child.
I've gotten so good at acting...
Acting like I am normal,
Like everything's alright.
Pretending that I never cry myself
To sleep at night.
Yeah, guys, I'm fine, go on ahead
When they're gone I can bash in my head.
Have fun having perfect lives
While I lay on the sidelines.
Cracks in the wall,
Tears in the fabric of space.
My phantom nightmare hellish figures
Dance around me
Oh what a happy place.
Look at how the weak little girl falls down"
Point and laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
Their cackles rise in volume
Never stop, never stop
Now you know a young girl's heart can never be replaced.
Oh yes, I'm fine. I hope you're happy now.
My PrincessShe talks about howMy Princess in Free Verse More Like This
she loves her prince.
She talks about how he
saves her from herself.
But what if there was
a princess to save her?
A princess who wants
to be her Charming.
Banished from the kingdom
they'd only have each other.
But that would be fine;
two princesses together.
She talks about how
she loves her prince.
But she doesn't realize
I'm doing the saving.
PG Valentine's Day One-ShotThe mood in Mr. Matlovich's class was bittersweet--a mixture of excitement from those who thought positively of Valentine's day and dread from those who opposed it. Flora's desk near the back of the room was littered with a bouquet of red roses, a stuffed teddy bear, and a balloon, all of which from Steve, along with an array of cards from close friends. Flora blushed embarrassedly, hoping that she could hide the obnoxious presents before Cam would walk in.PG Valentine's Day One-Shot in Short Stories More Like This
As she stuffed the last card in her bag Cam walked in with a dour look on her face. She, of course, was one who went on rants about the poorly masked commercialism of Valentine's day and shamed anyone who participated in the holiday. Her eyebrow raised once she saw a red card sticking out of Flora's bag, causing Flora to blush and smile sheepishly.
"You look as pink as your outfit," Cam said as she walked to her desk, located directly behind Flora's. Flora was wearing a pink shirt and pink headband, but thought she had balanced it o
The Purple Girls-Scene 4EXT. NARROW TOWN HOUSE, FREEPORT AT SUNSETThe Purple Girls-Scene 4 in Drama More Like This
An old lemon pulls into the the driveway of a rundown townhouse, number 420. It is sunset and there is loud music playing in the background. There are people outside, down the street, doing something sketchy. The people eye the car and continue what they are doing.
CAM is inside the car, listening to the end of Baba O'Riley while smoking out the window. She has the logo of a video game store on her tee-shirt, which is beneath a heavy jacket. She's squinting at the sun every so often and finally pulling out the key when the song ends.
INT. LIVING ROOM & KITCHEN
The living room is very dark, all curtains drawn and the doors closed. There is a staircase before the door and a hallway with two doors leading to it. The living room is to the right, with two armchairs and an old TV turned on to the news channel. One of the armchairs has a blanket draped over it and a copy of The Awakening perched on the handle, while the other one is badly stained wit
The Shepherds HandWe have come to believe that the enemy is the person beside us, the person sitting next to us on the subway or the person sitting in the cubicle beside ours. We question his intentions, are suspicious of his friendliness with the boss, or even narrow our eyes at him when he checks his watch. We're certain that he wants our job, that he's ready to push past us in his battle to reach the top, and that we're disposable in our place at the office. So we picture him as the enemy, a common man who is just as suspicious of us as we are of him.The Shepherds Hand in Philosophical More Like This
But he is not our enemy; he is our fictitious enemy, the one our true enemy wants us to believe is against us so that we are distracted. The real enemy is invisible, creeping along silently and taking things from us while our back is turned. Like leeches, they take and take until you find yourself sleeping in the backseat of your car--and even then, they will take.
They are the oppressors John Steinbeck was screaming at in Grapes of Wrath. They are Big