Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,More Like This
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,More Like This
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
Those MemoriesThey plague my mindMore Like This
all are unfortunately about you
I feel as though they left me behind
I doubt you feel this way too.
You gave up a good thing
you won't find a love like mine
I know what your choice will bring
you walk on a very fine line.
But I will still be here
waiting, hoping, remembering
memories of us will never disappear
leave my heart to its dismembering.
I'll see us talk and laugh again
listening to your warm voice
but happiness is something I cannot feign
you made such an unfair choice.
Yet, my love is something you will always find.
ErosionThe sands of time go whirling byMore Like This
Blowing away all signs
People come and go
As does the landscape
Dust is all that you are
Dust is all that shall be
Oceans sweep the landscape
Temperatures rise and fall
Civilization is forgotten
Brother against brother
Primal instinct takes us all
ClockThe pendulum swingsMore Like This
And helpless I cling
In hoping and waiting
With endless debating
That I can just somehow finish this thing
The night it does toll
Bells they vibrate my soul
And I find myself crying
And inwardly dying
That somehow my mind can produce something droll
"She doth speak lunacy!" bird cries
And my heart, well, it sighs
For it all seems quite dreary
And makes me form a theory
That in the twelfth toll all creativity dies
But now this poses a query
Does it count to be eerie?
For that I have to a science
But it's not in compliance
With what I desire so it leaves me quite leery
Yet, oh! nonetheless
Suppose I'll do my best
To create something catchy
Though it will be quite patchy
Yes I'm sure this will put me right to the test
The Questioning BeginsAntagonist and protagonist,More Like This
is what I have given,
The Raven and The Vulture,
each have roles to follow,
The tide has arrived,
with order and chaos clashing,
free Brutus from his cage,
or throw him in the abysmal chamber,
The Gentle against the Brutal,
Dolls, Clowns, and bears fall in line,
Civil unrest about sugar and Cratbat goods,
while others profit from their loss,
The People of Strahl live their days,
like any other with merriment and joy,
While the people of Fourthwith in their days,
enjoy battle and decapitation,
These words are simple,
The phrases are mixed,
The point is clear,
The sides need to be picked,
The people look toward violence,
The Man with the clock Hat tells them "No",
The Man with Wings tells them,
Go along with that train of thought,
With all the spite and fight,
The question is this,
look toward the man with wings,
or help the man with the clock hat,
One will lift the city of dread,
the other will burn it to the ground,
Both have fire of will,
Who will you choos
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;More Like This
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
Thoughts on WithdrawalThis is withdrawal at its finest,More Like This
tremors rack my bones as my eyes roll back,
my hands shake, grasping at hollow thoughts,
I need you, I need you,
but it's more than that,
I need to need you,
unhealthy rotting beats of the heart,
I am alone,
clawing at the underside of my own skin,
searching for a way out,
a release from this temptation,
where is freedom in all this loneliness,
must you fuck me to love me,
I loved, love you
and where are these leftover aches for you supposed to go?
Held WithinThere is a poem inside of me,More Like This
beneath the skin I've used so often
to hide the secrets I can't see.
It fills my blood, changing the beat of my heart
to the pound of a meter I can no longer hear,
and as it rushes through my veins,
my mind dances from thought to thought,
in spiralling patterns too complex to contemplate,
trying in desolate desperation
to write in green ink on the wall
the things that plain words cannot cover,
or tell in song:
the things that linger in souls:
the things that are whispered by flickering flames,
the things that wind sings on lonely moors,
the things that trees clutch tight in their centre,
the things that are captured
by the fluttering pulse
The cycle of lifeFlowersMore Like This
None of them
But that's not a waste
For after the flower
Comes the fruit
With the seeds within
Each one of them
With the potential
No become a new plant
A new life
A new beauty
The She-fairyGather my friends, come closerMore Like This
a story to tell you I have,
of a girl who didn't believe and wouldn't give in
of a girl who couldn't forget
a castle far,
there was a girl
a young one
and white skin
could rend a man
to his knees
She wasn't tall
but she was bold
She was the kindest
of her friends all
She was a child, better-witted
than the wisemen of old
yet her heart was much warmer
than those stones of marble cold
She loved to laugh
and dance and sing
She loved her home
and every little thing
A time though came
when she lost her home
those wisemen old
brought down the war
They fought each other
more ground to cover
although some say
it started with a begrudged lover
Destruction was massive
and peace elusive
The earth got burned
and houses were shattered
Our girl was sad
they wouldn't listen
they wouldn't budge
from their mission
She couldn't see
her home destroyed
and everything she loved
now so void
Her bitterness and hopelessness
brought her to her knees,
Far and closeA bit of loveMore Like This
A bit of lust
And some flirting
That's how we roll
From a distance
But closely connected
Sharing jokes and laughs
Having fantasies of all kinds
We sigh for each other
And long for company
Both of us waiting
For the chance
Of making the fantasy true
Holding Your HandI rememberMore Like This
to your lips
as the light of life
left your eyes
seemed to be
when you smiled
your face became
which will remain
in the dormant state
with the blankness
are the first
deep inside skin
that I feel
by your side
holding your hand
of final breath
I shall be
taking your spirit
to all of the places
that you so wanted
Close ConnectionMy friends are so far away...More Like This
But still so close anyway
They always help me
They give me hope
We laugh and cry
We talk and feel
No matter how different
We all get along
And they mean a lot to me
Because they're the best friends
I have in this life
Green EyesGreen EyesMore Like This
Full of Mischief
And full of Mystery
Can tell too many lies
What Is seen?
Beneath those beautiful green orbs?
Always joking, always playful
But green eyed people, can be serious as well
So full of life
and so full of nature
But can be power hungry too
Stay on their good side
and they can tell so much truth
Stay on their bad side, and they tell too many lies
Would you dare to look into those beautiful green eyes?
Let's Fly AwayMore Like This
'tis over now let's fly away and leave this place behind
we'll fly up high toward the sun and let our eyes go blind
the pain we've seen will slowly fade, the memories will die
come with me now my little one, ascend with me on high
the world below is full of hate, the realms above are free
the universe is ours to share, please harken to my plea
jupiter's within our reach and saturn's just beyond
the milky way is ours my love, let's exit and be gone
planet earth was once our home until the battle raged
one wonders if the world we loved was just an actor's stage
the players wouldn't play right and the rules were oft ignored
this devastation brought about by those who rule as lords
and so with love we'll bid adieu and leave all things abaft
let's spread our wings and fly on high without a sail or craft
we'll pray for those we've left behind, the ones still made of dust
we're heading for a brand new world, don't shed a tear for us
He Was There He Was ThereMore Like This
She was crying.
He was there.
Wordless pleas for help he hears.
Disappointment, broken years: all she has to show.
Moments when he could see her falling, slowly come to mind.
Moments she was beautiful, and glimpses of her ugly past.
But nothing more than what could be, makes him love her now.
She was waiting.
He was there.
Step by step, he helped her through.
Never what he had to do; always past his way.
Laughter, giggles, smiles and sunshine- he gave them to her willingly.
Out of time he seemed to step, and showed her futures full of hope.
But it was for her to make a choice.
She was hiding.
He was there.
Extending hands of brighter days.
Encouraging in tender ways, and gave a reason why.
She painted truth, he gave devotion: it was the way of things.
If she lost herself, he’d hold a mirror for her sore eyes to see.
When there is No More TomorrowwhenMore Like This
there is no more
the quality time
that we always
there was no one else
to listen to the sounds
of the music
that brought us
such unique pleasure
when we stood
hand in hand
around each other
to such timeless melody
where I knew
that we both
if love was ever
our real goal
Songbirdssitting outMore Like This
this midway crisis
do the times
that went before
we once believed
in the smiles
behind beautiful eyes
under summer hats
that haloed a sun
so very warm
buttercups and daisies
in forgotten field
with that unremembered fence
like to remember
that one time
holding your hand
when the caresses
with wet kisses
that liked to probe
the unknown limits of desire
that left both of us
with tingling skin
as we drew each other
within the sounding call
of so many
songbirds in love
The Fluorescent GuillotineThe waves crushed angrily against the rough stones and even with the wind being reduced to a soft breeze, they surged and tried to bury the rocks forming the coast beneath them. Even after all the centuries, millennia, aeons which had passed, the ocean still had not gotten over the island's presence. It still held a grudge against the infernal forces of the volcanoes, which had died a long time ago and now the stubborn signs of life covered their rugged remains. But even the local creatures and plants were not unaffected by the ancient hatred. They were either endangered by the sharp and cold wind, landslides and falling rocks, the mercilessly blazing sun, a lack of fresh water sources and soil, or by each other. The trees greedily drank the mist away when the clouds were pressed against the mountain sides and piled up to reach the ridge. The vast, green crowns blocked the sunlight and created a cool and shady twilight below them. As if they were a revenge from the disadvantaged undergMore Like This
My constant state of mind.Confoundment professed shamelessly, notwithstanding comprehensive edification.More Like This
My Friend's Mary SueMore Like This
How to Help a Friend
While I focuses on friends with Mary Sues, most of this advice also applies to family members, art idols, and strangers.
Have you ever picked up a new story, feeling good about its potential to lift you up and alleviate your boredom, only to find that it houses a dreaded Mary Sue?
You stare at the piece of paper. Now what? You aren't pond scum, so you know better than to type "ur chara is a mary sue, u suck, go die in a hole." But what do you say? On the one hand, you don't want to hurt the writer's feelings, or turn them off of writing forever. But on the other, you feel that you have to say something...
This guide will help you respond to a situation like this. It will help you critique friends without making them mad at you, offer gentle pointers to your overeager little brother, or know when to back away from t
MMS 8: In the House of ToronMore Like This
Amirra woke up and found herself lying on a mat with a blanket draped over her. Where was she? Suddenly, memories rushed over her: the storm…losing Indio…everything. Amirra blinked.
She still didn’t know where she was.
Amirra scrambled into a sitting position to get a better view of where she was, wherever that might be. She appeared to be in a cottage, but different than Elda’s. The main difference was the ceiling. No objects were haphazardly hanging there, just waiting to hit people in the head if they were tall enough. A fire was crackling contentedly in a fireplace on her right, and there was something like a kitchen on her left, with a window letting the evening air seep in. There was a small hallway, and she got up and followed it.
There were two doors at the end opposite each other, and each one led to a tiny little room with two cots, a shelf and a small, round clay stove in each one. In one room, the cot had several assorted items on it, and both of the
the gold molar (you are unimportant)golden bones forming theMore Like This
"you" shape from top to top,
it is a letter of tmj.
enveloping the affection
like it is tucked away neatly
ready to be sent away,
turned-tail and returned
you run your tongue
over the front of your teeth,
the tip the tip then gliding
over the cap
and the realization
happens. the affection
you swallow is you
clapping for the wrong reasons.
the ringleader doesn't control
the animal is subservient.
you do not control your fate,
gold molars are you
only refusing to swallow
the greed you do not brush
out of your mouth
when you wake up
closest to the mineral
caves you dreamt of.
so you hold onto
the gold molar
tighter than a glow stick
at a rave.
[Letters]4. [i used to believe you,More Like This
until your smile cracked;
deceit ran through your veins
and your ribcage shook
with whispered breaths
had a knack for
finding specks of sun-
shine in abandoned
and i would
see your face
light up with joy
that i couldn't
never let anyone
see that flicker
of light, again)
The Epitome of EvilIt is the silence that envelopes the world every night that awakens her.More Like This
It is the blossoming of spring flowers that occurs during the brightest of days that weakens her.
It is the dreaded rush of a battle in a too quiet evening that excites her.
It is all the good in the world that destroys her, all the bad in the world that revives her.
It is the fairest of them all that she spits on, the most gruesome she spares.
It is the wicked she looks up to, the good she shuns.
She is the epitome of evil,
her soul churns in the abyss of endless oblivion,
forever drowning in the inky blackness of her heart.
MMS 7: The Boy Who Was a BearMore Like This
Amirra’s head poked out from the sheet of moving water. She was not being pursued. Good. Now, her goal was to get out of the river.
Amirra’s ears perked up. The water up ahead sounded different… She realized why with a jolt. Rapids!
Amirra immediately began to swim in a diagonal, like Skyflash had once taught her to do. She hoped she would be able to get to shore in time. She knew that the rapids could mean death. She glanced at her surroundings, still trying to swim to shore. There were no logs sticking out from the sides of the shore. There were plenty of rocks ahead, of course, which would definitely kill her if she got over there. A tree had fallen, making a bridge above the river, but it was too high to reach.
Amirra suddenly realized that she hadn’t gotten the right angle. She would face the rapids now. She closed her eyes…and felt herself being yanked into the air.
Amirra’s feet landed on the log above the river. Her eyes widened when she saw
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JOKER...Shall we begin? It's showtimeMore Like This
The invitation is for the beautiful you
How does one game sound?
Please allow me some of your time
Do you consent to the rule book?
Compassion is a useless affection
You want a favour from me
A penalties are inevitable
You can't turn back the hands of the clock
I've already put my cards into play
Joker, a girl on the verge of tears
Joker, a sign of the shaken world
Joker, pleasant circumstances have risen
Joker, two girls disappeared
This is a new world for you
The darkness dissolves amongst a sea of trees
I'm already having critical expectations
Well, what are you feeling now?
I gave you unbreakable love, asking nothing in return
The cards have already been put
MAD HATTERWelcome to my tea party, I knew you'd come...More Like This
Dissolved into the icy air, is the perfume that captivates you the most
Sit here and relax, don't hold back... there's nothing to fear
The little sugar candies are pretty, aren't they?
A taste that will drive you mad to the core
I have these sweet secret things, the tarts I stole from the Queen
I prepared them for you, I risked my life for it
Come, don't cry and eat! We are about to drown in your tears
Eat the mushroom with skill, be the right size for me
"The grinning cat appears in the form of moonlight"
Has your crying calmed down a bit? I am the only ally you have
Let's tell riddles, let's play! You are sure to forget the passage of time
Oh my! Have you eaten too much tart? It's the completion of our sin
You can't go back now, prepare yourself
You'll be hunted down by the card soldiers
The reason why I appear to be m
Box with dreamsSometimes I don't know what is realMore Like This
Does anybody feel the way I feel?
I should stop dreaming this dream
and instead face reality
Now you know my story and my past
Do you think those tears will be my last?
I'm still looking for my place in this world
As a woman and a little girl
I'm opening this box filled with my dreams
Right now it's safe enough, or so it seems
The world it feels more real and true
Ready for the me I am with you
RainbowMany elementsMore Like This
working together as one
to create beauty.
Accept the individuality you possess
and the Oneness you share.
Lie With My CountrymenHere I lie in a time now lostMore Like This
To me and my countrymen
But we still want and wait and worry
That our prices to bear are given to wind tossed
A tale my friend like any other
O how I long for it to end
But here I stay to drudge the mud
Which circles like the arms of a mother
When I lived my life was full
My raising of half-gesture
I grew in ways more than one
And saw my life; one of a dying bull
There was time to cast my ballot in
To voice what I wanted my life to be
But the time came and past like the summer breeze
And what I did not do seemed the greatest sin
So I left the place which reared me
I went far to find a way to forget
The things that marked my treading path behind
The foreground came, and I did see
Commerce and Construction. Chaos amid Peace
I was staggered and lost
I was swept under the tide
Of human expansion that did not cease
There was barely space for breath
And the air was always scarce
I did not know that
This led to my slow death
The rooms stunk of smoke
Free FallFree FallMore Like This
Suggested by delice1941
The last thing i saw
A cluster of clouds, like cotton puffs
Then everything seemed to plunge
Everything was darkness, then
When I could see, I saw leaves
I revived in a tree
The chute would not open
I screamed and yelled as I fell
But I stopped my screams
And my adventurous daydreams
When at last I broke
[Stanza 3, 5-7-5-7-5, adapted from a comment by Gytalf2000]
ManspellMore Like This
In the age in which we live, Fairytales rarely happen.
Pumpkins no longer turn into horse-drawn coaches and gingerbread houses were eaten long ago by children who then ceased to believe in fairies, witchcraft and magic.
But if the moon is full and three powerful witches come together with single intent a spell could be cast which could be the beginning of a Fairytale, never to be forgotten.
But this was not a child’s Fairytale it was an adult one.
The cauldron would bubble, the witches would chant and a magical transformation would take place. A man born from hellebore, skin of toad and eye of newt. A man who was once a cat...
The witching hour...
An appropriate and powerful time to scry – and for this particular session, the location was just perfect in every way. Undoubtedly, those mortals with a penchant for magic and horror would find it most fulfilling. Imagine their fear and delight, if they were able to behold such