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I Am a WriterI am a writer.More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
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My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer
Praying Through The MotionsMore Like This
Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."
A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp
By Luck and a Loving EyeMore Like This
Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.
There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.
I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.
The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.
Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un
Playing With One's FoodMore Like This
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes o
Such a Truth that was Never ToldMore Like This
Such is true, yet nothing new,
That all debates should cease with compromise.
A halt has come, to the blind & dumb,
That even the sons believe their father's lies.
Truth never to be found, by the dead blood hound,
That the hunter without food, dies.
That founding father rolls in his grave, as patriots misbehave,
Dancing in the excrement that each of them buys.
Was never there a history to be told? A perfect perception to be told?
There was it warped, in none but a fools eyes....
Never again does memory remain, only to change unto disdain.
Fate walks among us, in tears and disguise.
Told were only lies by our Hermes, myths and false stor
To the Borders of CynicismMore Like This
Mindful of the outcomes,
Truth be told, I've been so bold
As to say the things I've never meant...
A thought process that takes a constant inside look
to the outlines of the underlying facts,
That all else seems to avoid.
Better left alone the curiosities that I so pursue,
bending balance against what
little will it's been given.
These borders provide such a limitless amount
of what I am not to ever know,
like severing the tight rope that holds all of this together.
As if arrogance is what drives me away from naivety,
pride away from ignorance and
deeply into a much darker realm of fear.
The point of know return, deep in a cold h
Genre, Oh GenreMore Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
I Can't StopMore Like This
So warm, the addictions embrace,
Where calamity leaves me in the fulfillment of yet another craving.
Cleanliness left me long ago, dear mother,
when first you bathed me with ice and mad ranting
Sugar coated was the way we liked it in the gingerbread house,
with a chilling cherry on every top.
I still can and chose the memory of the bones
as they cuddled in my bruised and trembling hands.
I still recall the first of them all...
how the warmth left them like the life in their eyes.
How I danced in my out of body experience,
with myself, as we celebrated the night away.
I remember, dear mother...don't you? Why did you construct
your b
Proverbial Vows for the Loving Man.More Like This
For what purpose would a lie dive off my tongue
and into the heart of the woman I so value?
It would only drown in the tears
that her pain pumps with her broken heart.
To what cause should I falter in my absolute
loyalty to one such as this only human I seem to tolerate?
Has my commitment been only a sham merely
to severe my name from it's word of honor?
Is there some reason my patience should grow
thin like the hairs that stand on my skin in her presence?
I am grateful, as should I be,
for what time of her affections that I receive.
Is true love not wholly unconditional?
True and pure like a perfect contract to a volunteer?
I a
Barking OrdersMore Like This
Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak
I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.
Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...
I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.
Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.
The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.
I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...
ILLUSIONI gaze into the mirror and I see there –More Like This
Lack-lustre eyes and shabby shaggy hair;
Lethe-drunk mind that makes delusions seem real;
Unkempt beard appears grey and white though it’s not;
Soulless eyes and dreamless mind always stare.
I cannot believe that I am still here.
Only I remain confined by my fears;
Never freed by false prophecies or dreams.
Dying SlowlyHe sat by the bus stop and waited soMore Like This
Patiently, for her to come and greet him.
She didn’t take long to walk down the street,
But did not notice him waiting for her.
He saw her walk up and sit beside him,
Unaware that he sat waiting for her.
He cleared his throat and he shuffled his feet,
Hoping that she would notice him, but no!
She did not see him there, and how could she?
Had he not passed away, so silently?
Dark death had struck, and his white soul was gone;
Now only his lonely ghost wandered on.
She had heard the sad news the previous day,
But it had not registered in her mind.
Numb to the pain and an alien to grief,
She just kep
TogetherIs the wind a sharper blade than cuts the soul asunder?More Like This
Is not the whisper of the maiden but a siren’s thunder?
Where wicked wiles and satanic smiles greet the pure-hearted,
There it is that you and I have long since when been parted.
But that matters not in the least of terms for we are now together,
And as we stand back-to-back in the face of raging weather;
Know that I am by your side, and that I your guardian be.
Fear not the wicked blade, fear not the wild torrent of the sea.
Though the battles be fought and the wars be waged, you and I will still stand;
For while I have you and you have I, then what but victory may Fate hand?
A PauseMore Like This
I slipped, I think. I'm not sure when.
I'll need a bit to breathe again.
Don't mind; I'll sit, and bide some time,
Restore myself with clever rhyme,
Or wine, or smoke, whatever works,
To firm my spine and soothe the hurt.
Walk on, I'm fine, I'll be there soon.
I've got the stars; I've got the moon.
We make a lovely trilogy,
The sky, the dark and moody me.
Upset? Who I? Why would you ask?
Surely I'm above all that.
After all, I barely flinched
When you dropped my hand to reach for his.
Nor did I bat a single lash,
When I got pushed so he could pass.
So do not dare to advocate
That it is pout instead of fate's
Cruel hand that
Tinkerbell's PleaPretty fairy,More Like This
Flits from tree to tree.
Pretty fairy,
Can't see me.
Pretty fairy,
Shine your light.
Little fairy,
You are so bright.
I think I'll take you,
And put you in a jar.
Hide you away,
So very far.
No one else,
Will ever see,
The light you shine,
Only for me.
I'll conceal the beauty,
I have seen.
It will be as if,
You had never been.
Little fairy,
Can't you see?
I am
Humanity.
A Moment in TimeA soft, gentle breeze whispers past my ears,More Like This
With the touch of feathers on the back of
My neck, and the feel of a cool comb through
My dark hair; making me feel so complete.
Steady feet hold fast to the edge of the
Green grass covered earth, and I can not
Seem to comprehend how I could still be
In this world; standing as still as I am.
People glide past me in such great hurry;
Can they not see that life will not last for
Long, or do they comprehend that fact but
Remain alien to such a simple truth
Steady feet hold fast to the edge of the
Green grass covered earth, and we can not
Seem to comprehend how we could still be
Here. Moving through
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
DepressionThe depression is like tar that has seeped into my veinsMore Like This
Clogging all my arteries and leaving me here to decay
My fingers can barely move to type or write now and that only adds to my overall condition
The human condition that is common, depression(1)
1. A mood disorder in which feelings of sadness, loss, anger, or frustration interfere with everyday life for weeks or longer.
&& it makes me feel so very pathetic because I can’t seem to move myself towards the light much anymore.
BloodshotWe were to be forgottenMore Like This
Never to rise
Never to gain
Never to free ourselves
That's how it seemed
But of course
Things change
Things grow
Elevated
We walk
Excited
We talk
Always bloodshot
We won't stop
We must gain support
We must stay free
Sweet dreams...???Father?More Like This
Dad?
Where are you?
Dad...?
Dad !!!!!!!
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
"Wake up, my love.
wake up!
Daddy is here."
'Dad?'
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing?"
'Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!'
"I am happy as well."
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than h
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenMore Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther
What He NoticedMore Like This
He noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as
Cold HandsMore Like This
Cold Hands
My hands are slowly closing
Shutting down beneath the cold
I wish I had wool
With which I could rub my hands
Instead I leave them
open, exposed and vulnerable
to the hail falling from the sky
to the torrid winds rushing past
to the sleet coating them in icy pellets
My hands are turning blue
As I lose the last ounce of warmth
that my bones had held in reserve
In case my heart were to fail
the blood is draining out my wrists
Dulling the feeling of cold
for the cold only brings numbness
And I want to feel everything
I want to burn when I fall into fire
I want to scream when I become gauged by the spinning gyre
that wishes to tear my
my old friendi hear the blade it's calling my name, it's calling my name.More Like This
like an old dear friend asking where have you gone?
i miss your skin.
won't you pick me up just one last time?
we'll ride around listening to your favorite songs.
because you know in the end i'm all you have.
how do you think we ever became friends?
when you had no one else to turn to,
i was there to lift your sorrows.
i was there to heal your pains.
and i will always be there.
so won't you pick me up just one last time?
Her Heart Was Made to BreakI need to tell youMore Like This
A secret I've kept
Buried for much too long
I'm sorry
For these words
That have been far too cooked
In my heart's fire
And I pray
They might suit your taste.
For once, I gave you
A piece of the truth
Though bitter
And rough
I'm sure it wasn't.
I know, I know.
You expect better of me.
But these crystals
Made of salt
And insecurity
Are too much
For tiny water drops
To dissolve this time.
Because I've already
Felt the waves of longing
Sink my soul
And I've known that
I've been drowning.
It's a shame, really
When you've hit
The ocean's floor.
But I've got to open
This heavy chest now.
Even if
A battle cry for the lost.Open your eyes my child,More Like This
we're on the way home.
We may not win the battle,
but you wont go down alone.
Your mother wont be forgotten,
she was taken way too soon...
But,revenge is never the answer,
a calm mind will help us bloom
We ran away from death,
and feel guilty from the fright!
But we will return for our family!
We'd rather die with a fight!
Come to arms my brothers!
Nomads, we are not.
Think about our precious lands,
or maybe you all forgot...
Well, whoever will stand with me,
clear the anger from your heart.
Blindness from rage is fatal ,
and we'd be doomed from the start.
So open your eyes my people!
We are on the way home.
We m
I Need A ResolutionStress stress stress,More Like This
I feel like a mess.
Stress stress stress,
It won't grow less.
Worry worry worry,
I'm always in a hurry.
Worry worry worry,
I feel the need to scurry.
Fear fear fear,
The end is coming near.
Fear fear fear,
Not a thing is clear.
Confusion confusion confusion,
The future is an illusion.
confusion confusion confusion,
I need a resolution.
The Bag.Most people are able to claim that the bag they haul around with them each dayMore Like This
accurately reflects their personality. For me, however, it is quite the opposite. The plain blue
sack that is slung over my shoulder every morning is the epitome of everything I loathe. A logo
of a sports company on the front of the backpack provides a constant reminder of every physical
competition I have ever been obligated to participate in. The bag longs for an owner who will
appreciate its athletic nature, someone with an active lifestyle, not an idle daydreamer. It wishes
to be stuffed with shin guards and mouth guards, not sheet music and classic
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerMore Like This
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists
I Don't Know How to Say GoodbyeI don't know how to say goodbye.More Like This
Do you know how to say goodbye
To someone you have had know for your entire life?
Or to someone you only know for a few days,
And in these few days he had touched your heart?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye
To your best friend, the one who never told you lies?
Or to that kid on the street
That never knew what "family" is?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye
To your sister, to your brother, to the ones who always stayed by your side?
I don't know how to say goodbye.
Do you know how to say goodbye?
Who Are You?Wind blowing, eyes glowingMore Like This
head down, slowly breathing.
the whole world sees you
your voice carries only beyond
what they desire to hear.
loved by all.
hated by some.
your world lay in a creation
one made with the petals
of a dying rose.
sweet rose,
you are black as the night.
nothing is left to want
there is naught to desire.
so why do you look so sad?
why is your voice so weak?
you are trembling.
you shout, head still down,
your body rigid.
young dying rose...
who are you?
how is it they can love you,
but not even know who you are?
they see only the face
of a portrait they desire.
are you merely...
a prize to be won?
young princ
Love HurtsLove is this strange madnessMore Like This
where you know it's insane
to love a person this much,
to allow them to hold your ceaseless heart.
No person should be able to make me kneel
simply because it please her.
Yet I can't help myself;
I do everything in my power to try to make her happy.
This love keeps forcing itself forward in these abused frontal lobes.
You feel the pressure of their hands,
the scrape of the callous on their hands
on the most tender parts of your body,
praying they do not abuse it.
I see the way you look at him
and that is why I will stay away.
I love you and I always will.
I will survive happily with my bleeding heart on the gro
Think of meWe all dieMore Like This
It's the actions that live forever
We all die
But this chain will keep us together
When I die
Will you think of me
When your young
And you feel so invincible
Living life on the edge just off of principle
Never thinking that
Today could be the last
Worst thing that could happen
I'll be in a cast (So?)
We're all to naive to understand
That we've been left with a task
When we all fade away leave the bones in the ash
So before the bell tolls I've got a question to ask
When the hour strikes midnight
Will your memory last?
We all die
It's the actions that live forever
We all die
This chain will keep us together
When I die
Will you th
The Prophet and His General I.2It had been one week. One week since a certain, egomaniacal, deceptive bastard of a prophet had barged into the lieutenant’s tent. And what was more, that lieutenant couldn’t seem to get the stench out of his conscience, nevermind his abode as he craned over a tentative suggestion for the upcoming engagement.More Like This
‘Every good strategy is a function of simplicity and contingency.’ That was his mantra, and he tried to drill it through his mind, rather than—Every good strategy is—than—every—than obsess over the sheer unbelievability, the gall of that prophet.
Change this country, the man claimed, chan
A Midnight ExpunctionEvil angel, I ask theeMore Like This
Why in your eyes am I caught?
Why must you come visit me?
Oh, that my brittle, breathless bones could drift on the sea!
Dark one, how do you steal the rest I have sought?
Evil angel, I ask thee.
Passing through windows or walls, you won’t leave me be.
Your livid visage, your angry eyes I have fought.
Why must you come visit me?
I will not cower to you, this will not be a plea.
Heart! Steady thyself and Soul! Tremble not.
Evil angel, I ask thee,
What chant or talisman would extinguish you-- make you flee?
Now-- before you are eclipsed from my thought,
Why must you come visit me?
With alexandrite lips, forked t
Rust“This weather is bewitching!”More Like This
She sat on her porch, steadily stitching.
Hair white as a wedding dress,
Pallid eyes and skin wordlessly confess
That she has seen ninety sun-soaked summers.
Her heart could show drummers
How to place passion in every beat.
She rocked steadfast, silently in her seat.
She speaks with her husband everyday.
He never replies, under the grass where he lay,
But she still loves him.
Remembering his smile, warmth stretched to lungs, lips and limbs.
Storm clouds had gathered like senators plotting a coup,
But gray was soon eclipsed by beatific blue.
ButterflySo sad today Butterfly. Gotta crawl below the rainMore Like This
I know that it hurts sometimes but push on through the pain
When you're way down at the bottom
Gotta push on through the leaves
Gotta make the best of where you are
Grow stronger and believe
Gotta find a branch and hang on tight, wrap it all away
Block the world out for awhile and dream of better days
And in this waning hour
In this warm and darkened case
Calmly, slowly, breathe awhile
The changes taking place
Don't fall today, Butterfly, for tomorrow you spread your wings
Break free with the morning's light, embrace the hope it brings
So cry today, Butterfly
If that's w
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsMore Like This
than most know about lifelines
the kind that beg dandelion child,
love-yourself-breathless.
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Anything!Love!More Like This
Love is a very powerful thing it needs to be caressed and nurtured a Love so strong can grow when you least expect it
Family!
Family protects you because of the Love that binds you together
Laughter!
Laughter brings joy and happiness to you because of the people who share it with you
Express!
Express yourself no matter what the universe throws at you
Dream!
Dream and expand your imagination and do amazing things
Follow!
Follow your Heart even though people tell you that you’ll fail
Never!
Never give up on your Dreams
You!
You are you and nobody can tell you otherwise
Always Believe!
Always Believe in yourself no m
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
kite-string clavicles.
Nothing,
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
free.
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
like me
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
You’re stupid,
You’re worthless,
You’re pathetic.
A freak!
Why are you so mean
to me?
To you!?
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
I have?
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
Respect YourselfMy friend shared this video to warn other artists about how she was taken advantage of, and I believe this is a very important message that every artist should hear.More Like This
I've lost count of how many times someone, be it a big corporation or an individual, have asked me to illustrate for them for free. It will always go something like this "You draw this for us, and we will include your name in the credits. That's good publicity for you!" as if such a pathetic offer holds any merit.
There was one specific case where a guy wanted to use my drawing as a book cover but didn't want to pay. He said he might print up to 50,000 books, so that's like an amazing offer of 50,000 views for me right? Wrong. 50,000 is nothing. We live in the information revolution. Don't forget we have places like Deviantart, tumblr, and all those social networking sites. Sharing art, like sharing any information, has never been easier. You don't have to degrade yourself for some disrespectful publisher to get you art se
Is God a Comedian?More Like This
(5/10/2011)
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Some people wonder whether God really has a sense of humor or not, even to the point of questioning whether it is wrong or not to laugh or joke. Is God really as serious as we make him out to be?
Here's how I see it...
As Paul quoted from poets, "We are His offspring" (ACTS 17:28). We, as God's creations, were created in God's image; thus, a number of traits are also inherited from our Creator. These inherited traits can range from talents to behaviors.
A lot of what we are able to do says a lot in itself about who we are. And some of these things may als
10 day challenge day 8Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now. ✔More Like This
Day Two: Nine things about yourself. ✔
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart. ✔
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot. ✔
Day Five: Six things you wish you'd never done. ✔
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot. ✔
Day Seven: Four turn offs. ✔
Day Eight: Three turn ons. ✔
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. Hot guys
2. Hot shirtless guys
3. *JaciJaci
I couldn't think of a third so I put jaci there
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You
10 day challenge day 6Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now. ✔More Like This
Day Two: Nine things about yourself. ✔
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart. ✔
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot. ✔
Day Five: Six things you wish you'd never done. ✔
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot. ✔
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. :iconjacijaci:
2. :icongypsywolf666:
3. :iconpineneedle31:
4. :iconraekinn:
5. :iconwarriorwolf99:
Guess What's Happening Today?!?Okay, so first, I decided to dub [ insert beautiful girl's name here ] Kitten since that's what a lot of people call her in school because she meows a lot (which is extremely adorable...)More Like This
But, that's not the important news.
If you read this journal here: http://unicorn-master.deviantart.com/art/She-Responded-X3-372139718 , you can read about what happened before this.
So, yesterday, I had sent Kitten that note. But, in the middle of the day, I wrote another poem because I was getting anxious.
It read,
"This will break
Our relationship or make
Our relationship; so,
Let me see how this goes.
I am a girl
And so are you
I am a lesbian
Be mine forever true?" http://unicorn-master.deviantart.com/art/Forever-True-372318591
And before the day was over, I got a response from her.
"Dear Secret Admirer,
I've never thought of dating a girl. I guess I just never thought about it. But now that I do, the question unfurls and the answer is lurking behind.
Hmm...I'm not sure.
~Kitten
P.S. I don't hate,
Talk of the Queen"I have no idea what possessed Albert to marry that hussy Talphenia," said Lady Hilda of Little Fold.More Like This
Lady Hilda and Dame Salvia were sipping mead in Hilda's castle while their husbands were out hunting in the forest. Lady Hilda was baroness and liege lady of Little Fold, the smallest, but also the proudest fold of Foldland.
"You know I visited Talphenia in her castle at Copper Fold once," continued Hilda. "She made me take off my shoes and walk about in my hose just to keep her precious carpets clean!"
"Yes, Aunt Hilda. She did the same thing when we Dawn Guard wives were invited to the royal castle. Still, we were impressed with the beau
Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphaltMore Like This
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.
Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.
And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”
The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love
What is Fascism?Fascism: a political philosophy, movement, or regime (as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition. [Merriam-Webster]More Like This
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The term “fascist” gets tossed around a lot in our political discourse. Rarely is it used to describe someone who adheres to the political philosophy of fascism. Mostly it’s used as an epithet against those with an opposing political viewpoint. Democrats call Republicans “fascists”
Maggot Thatcher..."This is not a time for celebration. The death of Margaret Thatcher is nothing more than a salient reminder of how Britain got into the mess that we are in today. Of why ordinary working people are no longer able to earn enough from one job to support a family; of why there is a shortage of decent affordable housing; of why domestic growth is driven by credit, not by real incomes; of why tax-payers are forced to top up wages; of why a spiteful government seeks to penalise the poor for having an extra bedroom; of why Rupert Murdoch became so powerful; of why cynicism and greed became the hallmarks of our society. Raising a glass to the death of an infirm old lady changes none of this. The only real antidote to cynicism is activism. Don't celebrate - organise."More Like This
- Billy Bragg
Billy is partially right but when there is one less monster among us, who is responsible for death, misery & the destruction of human rights, there is always time to raise a glass before re-manning the barricades.
Dear BeautifulDear Beautiful,More Like This
I've been interested in you for a while
But it never seems like the right time to tell you
That no matter how crazy I may seem
I think that you're the most beautiful person alive.
You don't know me very well
And I may not know you as well as I would like
But you've always seemed so perfect
I want you to know that you're my dream girl.
Your voice is soft and sweet
You sound so innocent and cute
Why is it so difficult to tell you in person?
Oh yeah, because you'd probably reject me.
I've become your secret admirer
Don't look for me because I'll be hiding
Just know I'm there and not to scare you
But I'll be watching you with
16my mother can't understand why I don't give a shit about school. I don't care about my grades or about college. I don't care about my life, since its useless. The world is never going to change, and I certainly can't fix one bit of it. My problem is the human race. Sorry mother, i'm sorry you can't understand.More Like This
Sta.sh
