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
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
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.
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
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
Optimism kills brain cellsBlood rushes to my headOptimism kills brain cells in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm standing upside down.
I'm lying on the street hoping a car
Will drive by and hit me.
I've always wanted to know what
It would feel like to get hit by a car.
Only, I wouldn't want to let it end that way.
I'd want God to rewrite the story-line to write me in.
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
Why do I cutWhy do I cut?Why do I cut in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't know why
There are so many reasons to cut
And so many reasons not to
It began as a plea
A plea to those around me
A plea for help
I didn't know what to do with myself
I needed help
And I didn't know how to help myself
So I cut
Then it was a punishment
I made myself suffer for being me
I made myself hurt for being on the edge of society
I made myself bleed for my awkwardness
I was on the outside looking in
Jealous that life came so easily to others
So I cut
Next it was an art form
I couldn't comprehend what was going on
I didn't understand why I was dragged into darkness
I couldn't explain my pain to myself
I didn't know why it was happening
I couldn't fathom the pain
I only began to recognize what it was
When my limbs were covered in bleeding cuts
It wouldn't make sense without visualization
So I cut
Now it is a comforter
I am haunted every moment
By dark feelings
That can't seem to be explained
Even when I am fine
I can't help but look over my shoulder
TriggersTriggersTriggers in Free Verse More Like This
Can be big
Or sometimes small
Might be a memory
An object lying on the ground
A person's face
Or a thought that slips into your mind
Some triggers bite you when you don't expect it
Like a startled rattler in the grass
Other triggers stalk you in the night
Like a Jaguar kneading the ground preparing to pounce
You can tell when those triggers are near
Like the Jaguar's pungent smell
It begins to take over
It fills your mind
So nothing else can come in
The Jaguar's smell fills your nostrils
Your heartbeat quickens
You can't stop fidgeting
Even though you know you should be quiet
Because there's a predator around
One that will kill you
If given the chance
You catch a glimpse of golden spotted fur
Knives and other sharp things fill your mind
You hear the faint scrape of claws
Imagine the blade drawing across the skin
Rasp of leaves on fur
Scarlet drops fall from perfect cuts
A heavy weight falls on your shoulders
An urge for the real thing takes over
I'm a CutterI'm a Cutter in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a cutter
Why is it so wrong?
I barely feel any pain
When I drag a knife across my skin
So, I'm a cutter
Why do you care?
I'm not making you bleed
You don't have to feel the pain
That I feel, every day, every night
Yes, I'm a cutter
Are you going to make me stop?
It's a part of me now
I can't be stopped
It is my escape
See, I'm a cutter
Look at my scars
I tell you that cats made them
Do you believe me?
No? You just don't care enough to stop me
What if I'm a cutter?
I find joy in it
When I find joy in nothing else
I enjoy the blood dripping down my arm
Like tears dripping down my cheek
Stop me, I'm a cutter
But you won't
You don't know me
You won't take that chance
To save me from myself
Help, I'm a cutter
I can't live like this
I hate myself
I hate my scars
I want to die
Save me, I'm a cutter
I want to stop
But I can't seem to
I have no reason to
I see no light in my future
Forget me, I'm a cutter
You don't have to care
You don't have to feel the pain I do
Forget my pai
A Not So Princely CharmingWith Shining armor and perfect graceA Not So Princely Charming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With perfect hair, eye, body and face
We all know of the one in our hearts
The one we love whose never thwart
You hear me speak you imagine him
Someone who's noble, someone to win.
You picture a man tall, strong, and stoic
You picture chiseled features from the mind of this poet.
A princess in a tower, that could be me
In fine silk my dress falls well past my knees.
A woman to fancy, that I sure am.
I woman with a name like Sam or Diane.
The Modern Day Princess with tan skin and jeans
Someone whose fun who loves jelly beans.
But to my prince there's a secret hid deep inside.
As you read on suspense grows tense but confide.
You think you know it?
This secret I hold?
What do you think, go ahead and be bold.
"Does he beat you?" you ask
I shake my head no.
Gentle hands grasp me and true love we show.
"Has he loved another, naughty nights proving long?"
No, I say, yet again you are wrong.
A virgin at self both me and my love.
So what is it so strange lik
Beat Her Black and BlueWith hateful spiteBeat Her Black and Blue in Free Verse More Like This
I fear they might
destroy me for who I am.
I'm a woman by sight
but I find that I fight
for rights I should be entitled.
"Burn the Witch!
Stone the Bitch!
Beat her Black and Blue!"
Running from myself, salvation never close.
You see me now, no threat I pose.
Yet still you scream.
You run from me.
Why? I cannot see.
I must be a monster, why else would you leave?
"Burn the Witch!
Stone the Bitch!
Time and Time Again!"
You call her Fag,
while he's Queen Drag.
But what is my name?
I see all equal, my love open.
You say I feel no shame,
my lustful thoughts untamed?
Does my sexuality disturb you?
"Burn the Witch!
Stone the Bitch!
See sure the queer is Dead!"
Did your stoning and burning accomplish a lot?
Do your lives all seem better with my existence forgot?
If so, I am sorry, for your time I had wasted.
If I'd known you'd be happy I would have gone faster.
That was sarcasm my friends, I'd hold up like plaster.
I hope you realize the ignorance you've
Song of the tainted child.Rushing to my room when dad's here.Song of the tainted child. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I try and calm down my one fear.
In the dark room on a sleepless night.
I scream , I cry and I put up a fight.
No matter what daddy will always win.
He doesn't care about his evil sin.
Killing the child who was so young.
Now listen to what the girl sung.
"Mommy left and never came back.
Her love is something i'll always lack.
Daddy had to fill his sinfull lust.
So he broke my soul and my trust.
Grabbin a gun, I want it to end.
After all I have no life, I have no friend. "
"Did you hear what happend?" They whispered in a foggy voice. "A little girl shot herself in the head."
The others looked around in the room full of nothing but whispers and shook their heads. "I heard she killed herself claiming that her father raped her."
"I really doubt that happend." One said. "Her father works at the police station."
Hush young child...Hush young child don't you tell.Hush young child... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you do, I'll start to yell.
Mommy doesn't need to know.
Shut your mouth or I will blow!
Yes little child you should cry.
Hush young child or you will die.
I don't care if you're hurt.
To me, you're lower than dirt.
I will never love you boy.
You're nothing but a little toy.
Hush young child don't you cry.
It's just about time you die.
Beg all you want, you little brat.
Shut up or I'll hit you again with a bat.
Mother's not here to save you.
Hush young child your life is through.
Just a play thing.With each bruise I cover with helpless lies.Just a play thing. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nothing can help a child who only asked 'why'?
Rushing to school with a limp in my walk.
All the teachers say 'we just want to talk.'
I turn away and ignore what they say.
I can't trust none of them anyway.
Mom only sits around and watches the show.
She doesn't care that dad's gone so low.
Dad comes home and yells in my face.
At that time i feel like a huge disgrace.
I have no place to be in joy.
I'm constantly pain's little toy.
X-Botch OneAfter recent polls that said sh*tloads (an actual unit of measurement) of people were going to by a PS4 and only the mums of M$ employees were going to buy the VCR shaped Xbox One, Microsoft crapped itself and ditched its plans to charge for use of second-hand games and the requirement for the machine to be kept online, beyond an initial, one-time system set-up.X-Botch One in Personal More Like This
M$ are, naturally, trying to pat themselves on the back for this U-Turn, and some people are actually praising them for "listening to consumers".
No. Just, no.
You don't get to pat yourself on the back for having so much money that you can buy your way out of a complete and utter cluster-f**k. You only get to do that when you use common f**king sense and get it right first time. You spend enough bloody money it! There's no excuse!
I'm still at a loss as to which console I want to invest in. It's going to be one or the other
Strange and exotic foods.The USA is the loudest nation on Earth. Its culture is presented to the rest of the planet in all forms of media, and has been for the decades that I've been parked in front of the TV. Kids in remote corners of the world grow up watching Sesame Street. I did, and as a result say "Zee" instead of "Zed", which pissed off my English teacher something fierce.Strange and exotic foods. in Personal More Like This
For those that take my jibes, barbs and sarcasm too seriously: I have no problem with that kind of cultural permeation. Far from it. I find it rather fascinating.
It has however led to a few "WTF?" moments. Questions as to what those crazy Yanks are talking about, as there is nothing comparable elsewhere. They're never in regards to anything major. Just little cultural quirks that have never escaped beyond the borders and, as such, are seen by outsiders as a total f**king mystery.
Things like "S'mores".
"S'more" is a word I've heard and read since the 80s.
"Let's make S'mores"
"Can we have S'mores?"
What the hell are you people talkin
Learning to read, with Jolly Jack.Well, that was fun.Learning to read, with Jolly Jack. in Personal More Like This
Let's just go over what I posted yesterday: I voiced that I have no opinion on guns in America, because I don't live there and as such; don't care. I said that I, personally, am afraid of guns and think they're industrial killing machines. And I posed a vague, hypothetical question that could have been applied to any situation where an old law/doctrine is in effect.
That's it. Nothing more. Harshest word in there was "change" followed by a question mark. Not "ban", not "make guns illegal" and certainly not "outlaw free speech and trial by jury", which some people with a slightly looser grasp on reality seem to think go hand in hand with owning the firearms I said I don't care about.
Well, today, I am going to post an opinion: if you're the kind of insecure, paranoid little twit that flies off the handle when someone poses a simple question, and who holds weapons and the laws that permit them with such religious reverence that you perceive that question as not