Anne Frank Back to Life?I know dreams can be weird things. Every so often, I, Lucy, dream that I am aMore Like This
scientist at this very age. I decide to go to Bergen-Belsen, the concentration camp
that Anne Frank died in, and I take a skeleton that looks like it would belong to a
15-year old. With my adoptive mother's help, we make skin, hair, and a dress. I
manage to take every single interview, book, accurate movie, and everything else
about Anne Frank into a brain made out of a plastic bag from a craftstore. Then I
recite the Diary of Anne Frank aloud to the artificial body and someone wakes up,
crying, 'Margot? Ich werde erschrocken!' I say to the mostly alive girl, 'Können
Sie Englisch sprechen?' She can, so I tell Anne Frank about what happened. They're
Won't Be SilencedYou may not accept when truths are spoken,More Like This
And you probably won't even bother to listen.
You can hide your head deep in the sand
and get those who speak to you banned.
You can whine like a bitch and call people names,
you only show you're not as accepting as your claims.
You can spout your bullshit to your mindless sheep,
we all know that spineless words are cheap.
Being unable to back up those things you speak
and refusing to discuss your ideas just proves you're weak.
You can try to pretend that you're something you're not.
You can live in a lie despite what you're being taught.
But you can't force your idiocy onto those who see
and you won't fucking silence me!
dear dA,More Like This
please do stop pushing advertising and subscriptions. please stop promoting ass-kissing. please actively promote unknown deviants. please encourage literature. please encourage talent and originality and skill. please stop acting like a cheap crack-whore who will do anything for a buck. please understand that i used to love this site. please promote community, not elitist groups. please encourage the trading of ideas. please do tutorials. please don't forget where you came from. please be rigorous in defending an creator's rights. please don't abuse your power. please, make the art more accessible. please stop hiding it behind adds. please stop changing the site format every five months. please encourage new users. please keep the old users. please remember this site does not exist to create money.
please be beautiful again.
I'm SorryI love youMore Like This
Few know what those words truly mean
Someone who knows how to mend hearts
And sew up all the seams
A person who can read your thoughts
Before you even think them
A person who can heal your wounds
Before anyone else can make them
I wish that I could understand
Whatever's wrong with me
But you don't know and I don't know
I guess no one can see
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that you cried
I'm sorry to desert you
And to push you aside
Sometimes my thoughts are messed up
My words cannot be said
But thoughts of you go on and on
And keep spinning in my head
You are the greatest person
I've ever met in my life
I wish I could figure out
Why I'm so filled with strife
Please don't hate me
I couldn't bear the thought
Even now as I think about it
To my eyes tears are brought
While life goes on and on
I'll always be filled with sorrow
Of the friendship I had with you
That has no new tomorrow
So yes, I do know
What the words "I love you" mean
And I'm sorry that you don't understand
You, Caffeine and CigarettesI crave youMore Like This
I need you like an addict
Needs their fix
And if I was addicted
Would you mind?
Addicted to what?
Or cigarettes. Cigarettes?
Would you mind
That I smoke forty
A day or that I shake
Withdrawal or overdose?
Well, would you mind
That I write, like an addict,
About you and your smile
And your hair and your laugh
And your voice and your beauty?