RevengeI never laugh.More Like This
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.
What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.
I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.
I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.
It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?
They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.
The Bones of the EarthAfter the war ended and Gimli and I traveled to those places we had promised one another to visit, we then, not yet tired of roving, resolved to go east past the mountains of Mordor and explore those wild lands. There we encountered orcs and goblins aplenty, slaying them as we found them and so doing our duty to make the world more hospitable. Thus we justified our rambling even knowing that our parents and our people were wondering when we'd return to our responsibilities.More Like This
As our path took us further and further from home, we talked of ourselves and our people, sharing stories and trading words in each of our languages until we could almost understand one another, except that Gimli complained that all elvish ran together and he could never tell where one word ended and the other began. By the time we reached the mountains far to the east and south, beyond the great desert, I was sure that I'd learned almost everything there was to know about him. I was to find such was not the
- Violin -More Like This
your Door was open.
You were dancing upon splintered peices of wood...your violin.Swaying from side to side
With a empty wine bottle in one hand you danced to Schubert and Motzart,your protectors.
I'll never play it,you screamed.Never.
You Looked so human,so helpless.A girl Lost in a lullabye.I held you and tried not to think
about what you had done.
I tried not to think
I tried not to
I tried not.
You had cought me in my whirlwind.A dance of pain and joy,sober and drunk.YOu stood in my doorway
worried.scared.My secret had gotten to you...all of you.I screamed,i screamed for my violin.My violin,my violin
shattered peices on the floor.And I screamed for your love.
Your Love,Your Love,
Shattered Peices On The Floor.
The Eyes of the Painted HeiressOnce upon a time, in a country that was prosperous, and settled many miles away from the sea, an heiress to the throne was born. She was blessed in having soft hair of a deep brown colouring; tiny beauty marks that rarified her skin at intervals; and eyes the exact blue of the night sky, which had been bequeathed to her from her dear father, the King. She was both impressive and endearing, in the ways she moved and spoke as she grew older, so that the Queen esteemed her the prettiest rose of all the ages, no matter that she was still a long while away from blooming.More Like This
Years passed since her birth and the rejoicing that it caused, each following the one before it in rapid succession, until the Heiress had grown into a beautiful young lady of seventeen, and time seemed to slow down once more. The King and Queen were both unspeakably in love with their daughter, so that they wanted her life to be filled with only gifts and things to be grateful for, and the latter, one day noticing that she
that gay kid-More Like This
she started a girl with pink dresses,
dirty white sandals and rustled hair she'd pull down
before she even left the door.
she hates the lace, the way it pulls on her shoulders
and droops a tulip over her hips and down her legs.
but she braves through it, because mommy says so.
she's mommy's girl, a girl who did what she said instead
or whatever she wanted to. she's mommy's girl,
a girl who wore dresses and attended parties with
the same dolly she cried for when she got it for her birthday.
it's medieval day- the biggest day of preschool,
like a prom for little whores and cute business men.
paige, do you want to be a knight or a princess? she asks.
i want to be a knight.
no, you don't.
i want to be a knight.
don't be silly.
but i want to be a knight.
but you're a pretty princess, she says.
the girls call her stupid.
she sits on the cardboard castle steps, a cone hat on her head.
a sparkling strand runs down her shoulders, over her hair. she pulls.
the grown u
Think of This..You want to end it?More Like This
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
Bullying hurtsThe girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for our country. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You never know what its like until you walk a mile in their shoes. trust me. I bet you won't repost this, only 5% do.More Like This
Good News: Your Rape was OK'd by God.Did you know?More Like This
God has a plan for you. Yes, he has a plan, and people like Rick Santorum and Richard Mourdock have a special power that allows them to know what God's plan is - not only for them, but for hundreds of millions of complete strangers. And thanks to this special magical power that God has bestowed supposedly only to them, they are able to tell you that if you are raped and get pregnant, you shouldn't abort it - because it was God's plan.
You see, I find it absolutely wonderful that if, indeed, there is some sort of magical deity out there that poofed everything into existence about 6,000 years ago, that particular being also chooses political teams in US politics. Like, who knew? I thought Israel was supposed to be the magically God-approved nation, but somewhere along the line the US somehow became "God
14 year old activist for girls' rights shot in - -14 year old activist for girls' rights shot in Pakistan.More Like This
Malala Yousafzai: Surgery to remove bullet 'a success'
Surgeons say they have successfully removed a bullet from the campaigning 14-year-old schoolgirl shot by Taliban gunmen in Pakistan's Swat Valley.
More at BBC http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-19893309
Malala Yousafzai is reported to be in stable condition after Wednesday morning's operation in Peshawar.
The campaigner for girls' rights was shot in the head on Tuesday as she headed home from school in Mingora.
The attack, in which two other girls were wounded, has been widely condemned and sparked a social media firestorm.
Pakistani politicians led by the president and prime minister condemned the shooting, which the US state department has called barbaric and cowardly.
Thousands of people around the world have sent the teenage campaigner messages of support via social media.
Bullet in the head
Doctors who treated Miss Yousafzai in Mingora initially said sh
Day of tragedy.(Before the article, I want to apologize for the possible English grammar errors we could find the the following lines, I'm not writing in my mother tongue, as consequent, these erors are absolutly not voluntary)More Like This
Today is what we would call a tragic day celebrated in some countries as a glorious day. For those who wouldn't know (I think mostly about Europeans) in USA today is celebrated what they call the Columbus day. Indeed, in that country, one of the worst tragedy the world has knew is seen as a day of joy and festivity.
While the arrivance of Columbus on American continent is indeed a major cultural and historical event for European history (and then by consequent of American one), it lcarly shouldn't be celebrated. Why? well, simply because it launched what communism (and other movements as well by the way) always opposed : colonization, land conquest, exploitation and slavery of local people, and cultural extermination
Edward Snowden Interview with German TelevisionThe former National Security Agency contractor Edward Snowden appeared Sunday night in his first extended television interview. Citing published statements by unnamed US intelligence and military operatives calling for his assassination, he warned that he faces “significant threats” to his life and that US “government officials want to kill me.”More Like This
The interview, broadcast by the German television network ARD, was largely blacked out by the US media. The New York Times carried not a word of what Snowden said, while the cable and broadcast news programs treated the interview with near total silence.
The American media’s reaction stood in stark contrast to that of both broadcast and print media in Germany, where the interview conducted with Snowden in Russia was treated as a major political event.
The interview itself was preceded by a segment dedicated to Snowden on Germany’s most popular news talk show, with commentary delivered before a sizable live te