FriendlessI am alone,More Like This
No friends to depend on,
Life is unfair,
But it goes on,
I wonder what I ever done wrong,
Something said or something done,
To deserve this burden,
From which I run,
I hurt, I cry,
No one ever sees,
No one ever cares,
No one will ever know the real me.
Life was once sunshine,
Now it's in a haze,
I hope there's a light,
To brighten these dark days,
I wish things would stop,
I wish it would end,
Things will never change,
To the way they were again.
Maybe it's me,
Maybe it's them,
But I know I deserve,
Atleast one true friend.
Love LetterThe pain that I spill from my wristMore Like This
Is the ink on a letter I promised to never rewrite.
I sent a letter like that long ago,
but it came back all tight lips and clenched fists.
Now I'm bruised from the inside;
Knocked out from the pain of looking within.
I need to control this hurt and paint it on my skin.
Tonight I want to write that letter all over again.
I want to address it to you and hope it never returns,
hope it hurts when you read it; I hope it burns going down.
I want to bleed the black ink until I'm bled out.
I want to sign it at the bottom with "Love, Yours truly, forever."
I'll seal it with a faint kiss,
Just like I kiss your lips,
but this time I'll whisper goodbye.
You didn't dare.She smiled,More Like This
but it was fake.
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
AnniversaryToday is the day.More Like This
Now darling you said you wouldn't cry.
It's been one whole year you've lived this lie.
You are not fine.
"Are you ok?"
No, today is the day,
He took it all from you.
Your trust, happiness, and he knew.
Today is the day you lost your childhood.
You said no.
Your body shakes from the cold.
Maybe not but your head aches,
From the endless nightmares the memory makes.
"Would you like to share what happened?"
Yes, oh god how you want to let it all out,
In one heavy shout.
He pinned you down, you said no,
But you weren't strong enough, he knew, he knew!
Today is the day he raped you.
No one knows how far your destruction went,
From straight scars to suicide attempts,
The alcoholism and drug abuse,
This will always haunt you.
Today is the day he raped you.
Let them save you.
Today is the day he raped me.
Hush little babyHush little baby don't you cry,More Like This
I wrote a letter to say goodbye.
I pressed the razor to my skin,
And slowly but surely dug it in.
I emptied all my tablets out,
And took enough so there'd be no doubt.
Hush little baby don't you cry,
I know you will be asking why,
But I wrote a letter to say goodbye.
SacrificeMore Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
PLEASE READ. (UPDATE, SEE END OF JOURNAL)Hello, all of you...I really want your guys' help. MCRmy, BVB army, Slash Gash Terror Crew, any and all of you.More Like This
I need your help with a project, which I will dub Project Batman.
Less than a week ago, a very good friend of mine died of cancer. He was 16, and his name was Cory Batz. I called him Batman, just to tease him, but that name really meant so much more to me than just a joke...he was very important to me, and I miss him with all my heart.
I would like to make a video for the song "Cancer" by My Chemical Romance, and dedicate it to him. I need your help, though.
Below, I have broken up the song lyrics, and numbered them individually. Any person participating will be able to choose one line from the song; if you'd comment below for the line you would like, I will reply ASAP, letting you know if the line is not taken. Once I have given you permission for your line, you are to take a picture of yourself, featuring the line in the picture. It doesn't matter where the line
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.More Like This
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
Don't be scared, darling.We're going to try something newMore Like This
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Why does that scare you?
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
Stars on Her SkinShe’s got stars on her skinMore Like This
Baby’s breath in her eyes
All she owns is a carpetbag
A pair of scissors to cut her ties
That roadmap in her pocket
Has a thousand crinkled lines
And for every insomniac night she spends
Her legs move double-time
The taxi fees are racking up,
So are the bags under her eyes
But she’ll just keep on running
Underneath the light-brushed sky
The baby’s breath is fading
The stars are going out
But she just can’t turn back now
So she’ll walk all the different routes
She’s sleeping under benches
And scraping up the change
And patching up her wounds
In the midst of self-doubt and shame
She looks at her eyes in a puddle
The baby’s breath, it smells like fear
The stars that glowed so brightly,
They’ve all just disappeared
Before I Can Become a WriterDevelop insomnia. DevelopMore Like This
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitable,
the way my family never
loved me right, the way my
first kiss was regrettable
at best, the way my therapist
says my depression is a demon
taking over me. Cry for the
changeable, the way
I hate my body and my writing
and everything I live to be.
Use clichés. Live clichés,
breathe clichés, be
a cliché. Write a poem
OrigamiYou made me paper cranes,More Like This
gave me birds that couldn't fly.
I tried to teach you origami,
but your hands were clumsy
and you preferred to cut than fold.
You stapled together pieces
with glaring metal stitches;
it wasn't art, but surgery
on something we both knew was dead.
in bleeding ink
scratched in the corners,
the words "hate" and "love,"
they always read the same to me
(however it was written.)
I tried to teach you how to fold a heart
to place your love inside.
"I love you" (deep) inside...
But your hands were clumsy,
and they crumpled each attempt.
So you made me birds to set me free,
but they couldnt fly.
They relied upon your love,
and like origami,
it was a sense, a skill,
an art you never learned - -
but not for lack of trying.
That flock I never dared to count,
oh, you would have made me more,
(one for every day we were together)
but I was running out of sky.
They were ugly and unlucky,
misshapen, crooked, broken,
The I Hate Rap RapYO DAWGSMore Like This
ALL AROUND THE WORLD
SLO SID S GANGSTA SMACK
SPOONY SWAGGA SID
AND I AM HERE TO LET YA'LL KNOW A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
I CALL THIS
THE I HATE RAP-RAP
B-K baby, have it yo way baby
Ask P. Diddy, C-Lo, and Justin B
What they got in common aint hard to see
We're gonna start this song, in 1-2-3
I just hate rap, my brother
-can't stand it-
C'mon, why not sing about yo mother?
Why not rap about how girls are a gift to this earth?
And not somethin' with replaceable worth?
You men out here in the club,
you don't see 'er like that
you see her as somethin' to tap
and your songs just resonate with that.
And what is it now with all this violence
Ever heard of turning the other cheek with compliance?
Put away your knife and your gun
The world's messed up enough without killin someone
No man, don't try to deny it
'Come on baby it's fun, just try it'
Settin' her on the road to destruction, that's the turn out
Pushin' and shovin' these girls to becomin' what our mommas warned us a
Reboot: Magic Within me / Contest!If anyone who really has been a watcher on my da would know of a comic I did before I started to draw Ponies.More Like This
Magic Within me was about a girl named Lilac who gained a lamp and the genie fell in love with her.
That was the original plot which I came up with because at that moment It was about Disney Genie and how he really didn't have anyone else to love besides his girlfriend Eden who only appeared in two episodes and really wasn't a girlfriend at all, so I took this idea and gave him an oc to love.
Now I change this idea Magic within me is now set in an ruined world the year is 2010. The world were attacked by creatres called Angkin
Angkin used to fight along side the god's and be their beast forms but when years past by they turned against the gods and attacked the world. Angkin can take on he forms of humans which they learned from the gods.
Lilac used to be a modern girl who enjoys art.
Now Lilac is quite, sneaky, creative, loyal and calm.
Genie is still in this s
Traditional Fan Art Week: CompleteFinal edit: All DDs are displayed below. And please get contest entries in soon; the time is almost up and I want to see at least 5 entries, or else I may as well cancel (I'm doing this out of pocket so...)More Like This
Monday edit: As today's DD ended up being removed because it was not original, another traditional fan art DD has been added to the end of the week, extending the trad DDs until the 10th. I am also adding a day to the contest deadline to be fair Sorry for the slip, they happen from time to time (tineye and google image do not catch everything )
This journal will recap the DDs for this week
I'm launching a mini contest. No theme, just make some traditional fan art (must be made after Feb 3rd) and link it here. Winner will receive a yet to be determined handful of points (probably 300+) Art must be yours, must be new, must mention this contest in the description, must be linked here before February 12th, 11:59 PM PST
What Penguins Teach UsWhat Penguins Teach UsMore Like This
She stood there looking forward - the eyes there piercing
Her wing broken, unable to be moved, torn, feathers adrift
She held there under her -- her egg, comforting her unborn
Of all the things that could happen, at this time -- this hurt
The wing broken, grew painful in the wind, standing resolute
The rain and clouds were beckoning over the hill top
This was when she felt the first drop, and then the second
Thinking it was rain, thinking the storm was to come
It was not until later, that she felt of it, that she understood
It was the tear drop of her true love, comforting her, keeping her warm.
You Can't Compare PainAny pain is valid.More Like This
Some pain might be stronger than others,
And might be there for more tragic reasons.
But don't tell someone to be tougher.
Because someone else has it rougher than them.
The person you're saying that to
While the stuff they're going through
Might not be as bad as stuff others are.
It is still pain.
And pain hurts no matter what type of rain
Whether a drizzle or a downpour.
You're still going to feel the ice cold water pellets
On your skin.
I've heard someone say,
That you can't be depressed because you have a roof over you head.
And while I am very, very sorry that some can't say the same.
You should be ashamed
For saying such a thing.
Pain is not something that can be ranked,
It is not something you can compare.
We all still feel depression and despair.
Because we're all humans with emotions
Everyone gets sad.
So don't go and make someone feel bad
For feeling a certain way.
Love Is Not a DayTo all of those who – like me –More Like This
shun this holiday,
I write a simple note.
Even though they call us lonely,
truly we are not.
We have never been alone.
They mock us,
creating a holiday after “Couples Day”
calling it “Singles Awareness”.
But we are many, many more than they.
They think we do not know love,
or that we do not know how to share it.
The truth is much simpler than that.
We are less apt to commercialize
Love should not have a price tag –
and with their grand gestures
they say love can be bought.
But we know better than they.
Love is sacred,
and requires great devotion.
So, to you who are not part of a pair,
to you who know days do not define love,
to you who are not alone –
I write this Valentine.
they told me no one could love a girl with scars.i told them that i could love myself.More Like This