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Bittersweet Ch. 1: Announcement The magnificent blues of the ocean sparkled in the warmth of the sun's rays. The infamous Sangue-Padre cut through the water's waves effortlessly as she continued on her course. Beneath the deck and away from the heat of the sun, the crew gathered in the dining hall and eagerly awaited their Captain's arrival.Bittersweet Ch. 1: Announcement by TruthisTruth
Their voices rang throughout the entire ship as they expressed their curiosity. Two women stood side by side; one was glad in red and gold, wearing an almost gypsy like outfit, and casually leaning on a long, wooden staff. The other had pitch black hair held in a long braid, and gorgeous crimson wings on her back.
The woman in red and gold, held her hands up to her hears, squinting her colorless eyes in irritation. “Ugh,” she mumbled. “Why is it so loud? Is the entire crew down here?”
“I believe so.” the winged woman replied over the noise. “You can't blame them, though; even I'm curious as to what's
PopularityChitter chatter echoes through hallwaysPopularity by XXXTheGoddessOfFearX
Girls are gossiping, as always
Nobody cares about the school system
Teachers lecture them with words of wisdom
Girls cry tears of hurt and pain
They all act so vain
Lies are always spoken
It's their only special token
They laugh like a pack of hyenas
But they don't have the guts to beat us
They never get caught by teachers
But roam around like a group of leaches
It causes chaos among us
But we bring justice
Although their words are hollow
They always end with a swallow
We swallow our fears
While wiping out tears
We end this rain
While popularity goes down in vain
There mindless tricks are agitating
While their attitudes are degrading
They have their minds set up on royalty
When they don't think of loyalty
We break our back to please
When they want us to leave
They don't know the definition of quiet
I tell you I'm not lying
We get punished for their mistakes
All are eyes are full of hate
Nobody cares what we say
People think that it's all fake
Bullying, A Kids Worst NightmareDepression is my one and only friendBullying, A Kids Worst Nightmare by XXXTheGoddessOfFearX
I try to save my life as best as I can
People say that kids are cruel
Throughout it all, it is true
For my own sake I stay shut-off
Nothing is worst tan having my life cut off
Bruises and scars go down my arms for miles
People call me names in a bunch of piles
Nobody can save me from this hatred
But deep down I hate it
My suffering is their pleasure
They take everything to a different measure
My youth is crushed
And I always go down with a fuss
Tears slide down my eyes
As they watch my demise
Nobody is there to help me
My self-esteem is no longer apart of me
Who am I now?
A person who is gone from this world
A life form vanished in the blink of an eye
I see my demise flash in the sky
Misery is my company now
I end my life with a frown
Love is something I can no longer wish for
It's a gift that rarely exist
A Matter of PerspectivesPatient:A Matter of Perspectives by Orion159
Such a lovely blue she wears. The sky pushing its way through the walls…
My path out!
Looks like another’s about to go. Don’t give me that look daring! I've seen that expression too many times not to know what it means.
Just like always the face relaxes, but the eyes have a particular look to them. Like a cat, about to make an impossible leap.
The nurse in the picture:
A shiver ran up the nurse’s backbone as she watched the old man’s vision hover over her body, only to be dampened with a rising tide of disgust. Old men seem to think that just because they had a foot in the grave, they didn't have to uphold even a modicum of courtesy anymore. But the shiver came back, and the nurse saw the reason why…
Maybe This Is My Last GoodbyeI just have something to say and that is that I can not butMaybe This Is My Last Goodbye by AndreaSemiramis
I have tried to get ahead for myself
But I can not
Every time I feel most miserable
Whenever I feel like not worth it to go ahead
I've tried everything
But they just look at me as a useless, stupid good for nothing like a monster
So to go ahead if, just they tell me my faults in the face
They say I have to open my wings and fly towards my destination where I belong
I try to fly, but my wings are broken
And without wings I can not fly to my destination, and if I not go to my destination I have nothing
And if I have nothing to go ahead
Maybe my destiny is in heaven, where there is no evil, sadness or mental illness
AntichristAntichrist by tommyboywood
The world follows thee in admiration,
people from every tribe, tongue, and nation.
Thou exalteth thyself in high station;
Jah hast decreed thine extermination.
Please read my latest journal entry titled:
Antichrist - Real or Fantasy?
SchizophreniaSince these voices appearedSchizophrenia by AndreaSemiramis
My life is not the same
Why now I'm scared of myself
When they appear is a real torture for me
They tell me that nobody love me or appreciates me
They say that when I die will be the happiest day for others, because no one would have to endure my stupidity more
They say I'm all alone, no one can understand me
They tell me I'd be better off dead
They tell me they all deserve to die
They make me hurt emotionally and physically
They cause you to lose control of myself
They make me that i hate myself
They make my sanity this breaking into pieces
Every day I wake up with the hope that the voices are gone
But I also get up in fear that at any moment I can lose control of myself
And I do something that may regret forever
The Maybe Someday BoyThe maybe someday boyThe Maybe Someday Boy by crimsonzettaIV
In life so many things are said to be painted in black and white. Choices that affect us, whether or not we ourselves made them, have to be fit into good or bad categories. There is a pressure, an urge from our society, to instantly make a declaration of finality regarding what occurs in our lives. Do we love them or hate them? Is it now or never? Were they “the one”, or a cataclysmic mistake?
But is it so simple? It cannot be.
I once read that between the ages of sixteen and twenty, up to seventy percent of us meet our future partner. That statistic, while gaping in its possibilities, fails to follow through and list the percentage of how many work out in the end. But the numbers don’t lie. What they fail to tell us is that perhaps we have met them, maybe even held their hand, mocked their beards or helped design the ink that now decorates their fleshy canvas. What if our roads already crossed, and yet here we are, many days later walking the pa
First Contact part 1If you could describe Humanity in a single word, that word would be war. Wars have been fought since the dawn of the Human race. It molds us, makes us rethink, innovates us, and breaks us down while at the same time, it builds us up. It is in war that Humanity became united, and with this unexpected unification, mankind faced the greatest challenge of our entire existence.First Contact part 1 by Courier2001
Year 2089: Drought and famine swept across the States, Europe, Russia and Asia. Fields burned, crops wouldn’t grow, and many people began to starve. In response to the reduction of resources, the world’s powers panicked, escalating in all out war for the planet’s last bits of healthy farming land. The cost of the war was immense. Oil foundries severely depleted the black gold reserves, and the military campaigns caused havoc and destruction on a Biblical scale.
With nuclear warfare seeming to become immanent, the U.N. came together and called for the world’s leaders to convene on groun
Earth: 6250 - Prologue (Part 2)The year is 6250. (Ace has been learning about how to keep track of time, thanks to his "scientist father".)Earth: 6250 - Prologue (Part 2) by DeviantSponge45
Ace is now the alpha male and leader of his small tribe of peacekeeping wolves. With the help of Ace's master's designs and tech, Ace created a secret population of many animals derived of many animals, except insects and fish, and organized them into the six continents. All of the animals have evolved out of their primitive states and learned how to accept the necessity of other foods, such as fruits and vegetables. Ace had secured his animals safely hidden, preventing anyone to think that there were any animals left on Earth. He tells them that to protect his people from GIM (Global Intelligence Machine?) and it's evildoing. He selects a good, democratic leader for each tribe, and each tribe practiced their own way of living with the same peace and harmony, and in turn, he provides safety from disastrous situations, like invasions from GIM. (Only GIM still doesn't know
Earth: 6250 - Prologue (Part 1)Deep in the WAY distant future, mankind has developed many technologies and that led to its near destruction.Earth: 6250 - Prologue (Part 1) by DeviantSponge45
Mankind has developed technology to enhance mankind's health, balance, and peace throughout the planet. Man has developed the most advanced and most complex computer system. It connects between every important port of the world for many things: transportation, trade exchanges, employee assistance, education in schools, and enhance with more ideas for more futuristic technologies. However, this system grew so much; that it began to think for itself. Seeing how it depended on humans so much, he has discovered that he has more power than it thought it could handle. So, it decided to take control of the system, and then, the world...! It took control of itself and took on a new form, creating an "avatar" for itself to be released in the world: a humanoid cyborg with a blank face. After taking control of the entire system and creating its avatar, it continues to build itself, more t
Unfamiliarity of the Mind and Soul. "1st edition of My Minds and Souls" "2nd edition is available for view! My personal favorite of the two"Unfamiliarity of the Mind and Soul. by AlterationAgo
☆ Unfamiliarity of the Mind and Soul.
Looking inward into my interesting mind, I find -
I live my life without fear or 'strings' attached...
I 'say' what I want - I 'do' what I do - I am 'everything' I'm proud to be 'that' isn't you; 'my' horrible 'faults', and spectacular 'feats' - all the traits 'within' 'me' that make what is 'me' - I wouldn't have it 'any' other way; 'nor' would I wish my 'fate' upon 'anyone' of late, or hope for 'any' poor soul to be the 'monster' that is 'innate'; a 'curse' I am 'immensely' thankful for and feel 'blessed' to be 'me'.
'Some' would claim I'm
Queen of Martyrs- Ch. 2 Her pale lips were wordless as a dead weight world of black expanded before her eyes, yawning endlessly into a horizon somewhere beyond her vision. A slight sting rode up her arm as she pushed the plunger on the syringe, injecting every last droplet of that heavenly honey dew liquid into her veins. Instantly her arm felt heavy and numb, her palms tingling. Her muscles relaxed, her body, sitting against her bed, now slumping as the morphine did its job; which was to paint her world with vibrant life, and temporarily give her a moments peace from a Pariah’s unbearably empty existence.Queen of Martyrs- Ch. 2 by Crainfeather
A bomb of spectrum glory seemed to detonate, soaking her vision with glorious hues of red and blue and green and purple. Before her distant, drugged chestnut eyes, she saw turquoise ocean waves crash on a shimmering sandy beach, the water droplets melting into glistening snowflakes as her universe twisted into a mountain top, beautiful green flora sprouting from beneat
Queen of Martyrs- Prologue“Please, you’re the only person left who can help me,” came another whispered plea, her voice piercing the thick shroud of shadows that edged the walls of the room.Queen of Martyrs- Prologue by Crainfeather
“I really don’t think you understand what your asking me to do” replied the other, simmering brown eyes glistening with the beginnings of agitation; mouth bent in a grim line.
“Please Nhilo, you can’t just abandon me to that life! I won’t survive!” She insisted, the throbbing of a sob starting to slur her words; bottom lip trembling and cheeks flushing with a helpless crimson as her savior continually denied her mercy. A silence befell them both, the latter kneeling on the cement floor weakly before her former, whom stiffly sat on the edge of a bottom bunk bed, clenching the grey sheets tensely. The suspense was something so weighty and harsh, that it could have broken the will of even the strongest man.
“..How do you plan to hide? You
Poison - Chapter 1*Zephyr's P.O.V.*Poison - Chapter 1 by StrongButGentle
Her name was Heaven.
So ironic, because the town she lived in was so much closer to Hell.
Her late parents had always been poor. Then again, all of ours were. Some of us had parents, some of us didn't. Each of us had a different story about what happened to them. But all of our parents had started out poor.
And that had been their downfall.
But we, the children, had risen up. Our parents were either dead or had left town. Few remained. We missed them, of course, but we lived on, united and strong. Some of us were now grown, some were still teenagers, and we took care of the little ones who had been unfortunate enough to be left here.
There was poverty, unemployment, crime, violence, and a mass production of illegal drugs. The last town you'd want to be landed in. But it was up to us to brave it.
This girl, Heaven, had been the only child born to James and Sarah Tessier. James had died of alcohol poisoning, and Sarah killed herself in her grief shortly after, and Heave
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak. by KelaLewis-Morin
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
Puberty.Puberty.Puberty. by KelaLewis-Morin
I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you’re correcting me
And that is why I go to all these places without your permission.
As long as you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules.
You cannot see it now but in the future you will thank me.
That means I want you to go to and come straight home from school.
Recently your attitude stinks, so think before you speak and get an
Just One More TimeJust One More Time by GrubbsWriting
Those chains, how their cheers can resonate
in wake and dream alike. My shoulders are
strained in time without a proper word.
How bound I am from the starting line of my
own naivety to my lack of bliss in
the lack of ignorance?
I am no longer blind, but climbing my
Jacob's ladder upwards from shame
where chains pull me back
In that foolish past, I was never aware
of these bloody chains that before me countless
others have worn in varied forms and guidance.
Stable ground that welcomes my feet is
above my head, just out of reach as the
seconds take my few grains of sand.
Those chains labor me, like massive serpents
of unholy iron that constrict with
all my struggling.
Take my heart and hands, for alone
I will only fall with the inevitable
results of time and temptation.
The Irrelevance of MilesThe Irrelevance of Miles by GrubbsWriting
A miracle reborn is the briefest description
as we stray from attempting thieves and murderers,
our only words being for one another as the light
at the end of Hells tunnel draws near.
I beg from my floating knees that toss and turn
in the wake of potential nightmares, I beg that
your hand would never again leave mine. That no force
but God would ever come between that loving grasp.
The way is not lost but caught in a fog and the blur
of our tears, while treading back on the unpaved road
to Heaven where our work to be done will come and
go with ease and difficulty as we only carry onwards.
Miles are irrelevant in a true bond, where faith and
patience are keys worn around the heart. Passion builds
in that time, and connection grows, smothering the thieves
and murderers as a new world develops.
Never again set sail, my love, as to break my heart again.
I have loved you since I was dust, and upon my return
to that matter, I will love you only more as the dust
that I become while we dwell
Genesis 1:1-31Genesis 1:1-31Genesis 1:1-31 by GrubbsWriting
Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.
~ Ancient American Indian Proverb
Let’s face it, things are most likely not going to become better anytime soon in regards to climate change. Although, I feel that ultimately God will throw us a bone or something, I know human nature all too well (Proverbs 19:21, Matthew 15:19). It doesn't matter how hard we try. There will always be some company or some flawed individual who doesn't give two cares to the Earth we've been blessed with, because the only green they appreciate fits nicely in their wallets (1 Timothy 6:10).
“Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no need of change.”
― H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
Levi Army - Levi x Reader"Dada, I'm hungry!" Yells a toddler.Levi Army - Levi x Reader by faniki
"What are you drinking, daddy?" Questions another.
"I can't find my teddy bear, dada!"
"Dada, I'm still hungry..."
"What are all these big words, dada?" A third child pulls down a few of Levi's paperwork, causing half a stack to fall to the floor.
"Don't touch that."
"Is this daddy's coloring paper?" The second child picks up some of the paper and studies it.
"Can i color it?"
"Daddy! I'm dying!" The third, and youngest, begins wailing.
"It's just a paper cut." Levi turns his head to the others. "You two, stop running around before you break someth-"
Crash! There went the vase.
"You broke it!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Be quiet, you two." Levi walks over to them.
The third child, currently unattended, tries reaching for the tea cup.
"Are you two okay?"
"Yep!" The middle child responds happily.
"Sorry, Papa." The eldest confesses. "We didn't mean to."
Heaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!ReaderChapter XIXHeaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!Reader by faniki
You stare at the tall man standing just 5 feet away with a rifle.
"Julie Kaiser, I think."
"Julien, you uncultured swine." He protested.
"I didn't even know you were here." Anneliese stepped in front of you, subliminally protecting you.
"What are you doing with Military Police weapons, Julien? Put it down." Anneliese demands in a threatening voice.
"You don't control me."
"You sound deranged. Julien, listen to me." She negotiated. "Do you really want to risk hurting your fiancée with reckless behavior?"
"Shut up. I don't give a damn about marriage to that."
"At least we feel the same." You mutter.
"You didn't seem like it when you strut in this same palace two weeks ago."
"That was a different time. Marianne has granted me power by her side when I get rid of that girl for her."
"She's bribing you, boy. It's not going to happen. Throw the gun away."
The floor shook violently underneath, then stopped
Gakuen Vocaloid Part OneGakuen Vocaloid Part One by drpepperswife
. : f i r s t d a y : .
"On behalf of Lola and Leon, our school's founders, I would like to welcome you all to the very first year of the Rising Star Academy for the Musically Gifted," said Principal Miriam's clear voice to the pool of students. "As you know, mornings will consist of core classes and afternoons will be vocal and instrumental training with your assigned instructor. What separates this school from any other is you, the students will also be vocally tutoring your instructors as well. All teachers and staff will be referred to by first name-"
Miriam was interrupted by a series of gasps, Miku being one of them. She searched along the tall ballroom walls lined with staff and met Luka's eyes to make confirmation of this, and she simply smiled, putting her index finger over her pale pink lips and then pointed to where Miriam stood speaking.
"... so when classes start tomorrow remember to have the appropriate materials with you for each subject. It is of
If Tomorrow Came, Ch 7, A New Chill DescendsChapter 7, A New Chill DescendsIf Tomorrow Came, Ch 7, A New Chill Descends by The-Silverthorn
Kirsty lead Cream, Joey and Sonic up onto the outside deck, outside there was a strong smell of seawater, it over powered the nose. Kirsty lead the group right to the corner of the ship, there, in a deck chair lay a familiar red echidna. He was in the middle of drawing something, every now and again he would look up at the scene around him and then back at his drawing pad. He was completely zoned out until Kirsty came running up to him
“George!” she called, the red echidna looked up in confusion as he tried to figure out who was calling him, his head turned to the little girl and a smile spread across his face
“So it's you how's distracting me from my work?” George relies cockily. Kirsty tilts her head in confusion, thinking he was serious, The echidna only laughed and said
“I'm joking!” Kirsty laughed in reply, glad that he wasn't angry with her. Soon the laughter died down and George looked at Kir
Heaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!ReaderChapter XIIHeaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!Reader by faniki
Levi put down his teacup. "What the hell do you want?"
Levi stayed silent.
"I didn't want to be, but now so much people I know are involved. My birthday is in a week, and I don't even know what's going on with my father, Seraphina...painful to say but I'm also concerned about Marianne as well. Anneliese isn't back either."
"Do you think they're okay? Is father even worried about me anymore?" Your voice cracked, and you blinked away an oncoming tear.
Levi stared intensely at you. He wasn't really the comforting type. "What do you think?"
"I...I don't know what to think. I'm scared, and I can't do anything about it. I'm tired of living in fear of getting caught. If I go back, will my father still love me? Or if I stay here, will he simply just forget me like he did with...my mother?" You said in a barely audible tone.
Levi seemed interested. "You never say anything about your mother."
"I was too scared to."
A Letter to the New Generation: ☆ A Letter to the New Generation:A Letter to the New Generation: by AlterationAgo
From: the Millennials To: Generation Z
"What the hell is a Millennial?!"
"Did I not get the memo when we were choosing names?"
"I call bs, I'm jumping ship and self proclaiming myself a member of Generation X".
Dear Generation Z
You don't know me, but to be honest 'I' know you - your 'life' is beginning soon ...
... but for 'many' it will be 'ending soon', 'if' you 'allow' yourself to get consumed; getting stuck in a loop, 'usually' thanks to whatever 'group' you fell into, when looking for help - with a life of drinking, addicting, second guessing and suppressing.
A life of 'pretending'.
A horrible existence uncontested.
I know what you're thinking, "well that's depressing".
But not 'all' of you
We Did NothingIt wasn't funny.We Did Nothing by SirRantsALot
We looked at each other,
then to the front,
our doe eyes reflecting the neon bright question;
What do we do?
We could hear him,
feel his anguish,
but we did not know what to do.
we did nothing
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.The Point by CorporateRockWhore
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
Man In A World Of FeministMan In A World Of FeministMan In A World Of Feminist by Yamiga
I am a man in a world of feminist.
I walk alone, confused and scorn by women around me.
“We want equality!” I hear them scream countless times again, and countless times I’ve tried to answer them, but they accuse me of trying to take their rights away.
“We want to be equal to men!” The chant over and over and I say very loudly, “We are all human, we are all equal!”, but they scowl at me as my voice is drowned in the cesspool of angry women.
I hold open doors, they condemn me for doing so. “We can hold them open ourselves!” They say as they walk away, in multitudes staring at me with eyes, piercing through my soul.
I lift things that are heavy, things I know they will have trouble holding. They spit at me. “We are equal to men, we can do it ourselves.” They leave me, muttering terrible things about my view on women.
The space around me is so vast yet I am so restricted. I fear that if I speak ou
Margret Sanger Had A Dream Too, Martin!I posted this on the deviantart political forums, as well. My Hipster Progressive alter ego Clarence C. Hopper IV will be doing the reporting.Margret Sanger Had A Dream Too, Martin! by FlipswitchMANDERING
Margret Sanger Had A Dream Too, Martin!
By: Clarence C. Hopper IV
Finally! We are starting to see some progress with our fascist progressive policies! We've done it guys, finally the dreams of Margret Sanger are coming true, we are seeing black babies being aborted at a higher rate then they are being born in NYC!
**I will give you all a moment to shake each others hands and celebrate this progressive victory!******
Thats what happens when you are poor and black; You get aborted! Why? Because we all know living in an apartment is wrong and not having an xbox, new toys every day, fancy clothes, expensive shoes, dining out, going to private schools, wrong as well.
O what did you say? Your poor and cant afford to buy your kid an xbox? STOP GIVING TH
Broken Trust Part 2 The soft wind floats through my hair, slowly I swing back and forth trying to push away the pain now enveloping my body. I look to the ground and kick the sand as my sobs take over my body. Still sitting in the swing I am hit by pain so intense it doubles me over, I'm crying and gasping for air. Tears are pouring down my face as I stumbling away from the swing set and into the park's girls restroom.Broken Trust Part 2 by Mourning-Star98
Looking in the mirror I see the wreck he's turned me into, the pain he's caused is smeared across my fave in a mixture of tears and mascara. There's no way I can go back to work now, looking at myself I'm the mirror I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I can't be crying when I call into work. No one can know. Looking down into the sink the shiny metal glints back at me, turning the cold water on I let it run over my fingers as I try to relax. Splashing my face with water I look back up, unable to recognize the stranger staring back at me.
Broken Trust His perfect body moves under the bright white sheet, her hands cling to his back as she releases these soft little gasps each time he thrusts into her. His hands grip the head board, the wood creaks under his grip as he grunts and slows his pace. Red lines cover the upper part of his back, scratch marks from where she dug her claws into his flesh. Suddenly she's moaning, louder and louder as she thrusts her hips up to meet his and they pick up their pace. Her hands find his hair, gripping hand fulls of his short, wavy black hair. Slamming her lips to his he groans and with one last thrush she screams with joy, collapsing underneath him. Ever so slowly he lowers his body to hers, softly he kisses her forehead and then her lips.Broken Trust by Mourning-Star98
A loud thump startles the lovers and they look to the door where I'm standing. The look on my husbands face says it all. I feel the door hit my back and nearly trip as I realize I'm running away from what I just witnessed. I have to get away, this c
The Knife GameBoth my wrists are normalThe Knife Game by Crainfeather
The knife goes slice slice slice
And if it hit the vein beneath then I will pay the price
deeper deeper deeper
My hands are turning red
And if I hit the vein beneath then I will wind up dead
deeper deeper deeper
My knife is in its sheathe
My wrists are ripped
I lost the game
A Future RomeA Future RomeA Future Rome by Trisaw1
Standing on a grassy hill, solitude for this Roman Legionnaire.
The sun shone bright and yellow, Zeus up on high,
and the greatness and glory of Rome laying below.
Peace here…wars fought in distant lands…he saw.
He imagined a future…a bigger and better Roma!
Larger, taller, grander, newer buildings up
high on the hills, down by the valleys, along the seashore!
Roads, bridges, forums, coliseums, gardens, schools, temples!
A Roma so new that the Gods and Goddesses descended from
the heavens to make future Rome their new Olympus, their new sanctuary,
their own love…Romans and the Gods and Goddesses living together
in a New Rome.
And where there was glory, there was godly magic,
and peace, prosperity, and trade flourished
as the traders came from all over to Rome.
The Romans with the godly magic had chariots
soaring through the air pulled by winged Pegasus!
And flying oxen towing carts full of children to school.
Spaceport SpaceportSpaceport by Trisaw1
If the expanse of man’s machinery could build a vast network of webbed steel
that acts as a stage for the welcoming of peoples from afar, what stories could it tell?
What messages would it receive? What signals would it send?
A platform on the upend; a place for the spaceships to rest upon to dock and to depart, to load and to unload, to secure and to repair; this is the spaceport---a story of a massive complex that holds ships far and near.
Lines and beams and structures rise to create something massively complex.
The eyes could take in what hands and gears and energy and sweat made.
A structure to advance mankind’s journey towards the stars and to welcome them home again.
It acts with a purpose, a place open time around, a mixture of form and function.
A place to repair, a place for return, a place that people li
Prospective MigrationSwallows take fight,Prospective Migration by DanielPress
We – together,
Hallow from plight.
The bird feathered,
Callow white knights –
Free, by tethering
hibernationshe thinks it started withhibernation by skygazing
He felt like November
mornings pressed up the window stills
chimney ashes pulsing through her veins
like insanity, in resounding hymns
and Sunday worship, the disjointed chorus echoes and background noise
Of shallow graves immersed in
And she was the conjuring of flight lessons
On the moon, and hibernation, heavy on the lips
The deactivation of
her capillaries trickling down dysphoria and
Tick TockTomorrow is like a taste of bittersweet beginnings fresh on my tongue,Tick Tock by Saddening
and your words hang over me with each of my trembling breaths.
I graze my fingers close, eyes locked,
but the morning sun is always too far to inhale and i'm left counting
craters on the moon that somehow wore off on my pores.
Yesterday was a backwash of cracked wishbones and withered four leaf clovers
that never seemed to satisfy the hunger of time.
I trace heart lines on my palms to the words buried in my stomach,
but never spoken past my throat.
It keeps me hostage, memories stitched on my skin, I can't escape this past.
The clock keeps ticking though, and sometimes it needs to be rewinded.
Beyond XibalbaBeyond Xibalba by NarcoticxDreams
Looking at a star from afar,
I dare say I feel its' soul from right here,
And my own reaches, and seems to touch, transported -
Across the ages far away from this looming fear,
I see and begin to love a world once far from my North star.
Looking at this star from afar,
No religion, no belief, where no God can reach,
I feel the void, bereft of this humanity, and there's peace -
Organized, chaotic peace, melting the bones of my once intelligible speech,
But you see, I begin to love a world once far from my North star.
Looking at my star from afar,
I forget and I lose, I am remade and I live,
Within a world so filled with alien grace and wonder, that I am not afraid
About ashes to ashes and dust to dust, for when I am gone I will not leave
my home, but I shall return from whence I was made.
They now all see, that I've begun to love a world far, far from my North star.
As I look at my star from afar,
I can always escape and forget this weary world,
For I c
You are MistakenEvery step I take is surroundedYou are Mistaken by EvannaVanyaEliska
By those hypnotizing circles
Like the ones around the water droplet
Falling into its companions.
Every breath I breathe
Fills my lungs with the earth
And it blooms inside me
As spring takes hold.
Every movement I make
Gently caresses the air
Until I, too, feel myself
Start to float.
Every sound that sounds
Brings a choir into my head,
Beautiful music sings out,
I sing along.
Everything I do is unique to me
And me alone
Please do not make the mistake
Of knowing “me”
If you have not seen the world
From my point of view.
CuredHave you ever loved so unconditionally it hurts.Cured by born-master-poet
Watching your love go through pain after pain.
Listening to the complain, holding them while they cry,
Silently plotting to get revenge on who caused it,
But still just sitting there because all you could ever want
Is their happiness and to destroy that would destroy you.
I have, once, my best friend, though she was so much more,
At least to me, I used to be to her but she lost it.
She never told me so I always held out romantic hope.
It was dumb and people tried to tell me but I was blind,
I couldn't imagine her giving up on true love.
We talked last night and she unclouded my eyes.
Revealed the true nature of the world that was lost to me.
That breaking point was one I never wanted to reach.
I never wanted to feel that pain of nothing.
I don't care anymore, I don't feel anything but pain.
My heart is always beating hard and steady,
Against my chest making it excruciating to keep going.
She helped me get over my ridiculous obsession wit
Looking For Another LifeLooks like he's back in the bar,Looking For Another Life by kidko123
with a cup of hope and cheap whiskey,
drinking it to the bottom
as if there were stars hidden down there.
I wonder what he does
during the days.
Maybe he's an office worker,
or an artist,
or a scientist,
or a prime minister.
But it really doesn't matter, does it?
Now he's just another drunk,
pointlessly digging for treasure
in an endless, black chasm,
that he'll find an open doorway
leading to somewhere else
when the bottle's empty.
Just one more soul
searching for another life
at the end of the bottle;
at the end of the night.
SistersMy sisters areSisters by mangafreakgirl1998
I talk to them
I love them
With all my
Dedicated to michelleandsugar, ravenwitch23, and invaiderzen999
KillKill the haterKill by mangafreakgirl1998
you will take
Kill the lover
you will not
take his place
Anorexic drunkHow can youAnorexic drunk by mangafreakgirl1998
Stand their and
Laugh when you
Puke to make yourself
You laugh because
You are insecure.
You know how it feels
To be ME. I see you
Staring when I walk
Down the hall.
I saw you getting wasted
At the party.
I prayed for you because
Can you see what this
Is doing to you?
I hope you find some
If you look at me and
See yourself a few
I know I have done
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.I Don't Come with the Edges by DSteffi
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Running on TiptoeThey promised to meet in a vacuum.Running on Tiptoe by DSteffi
She'd bring the lips of the sun
the breath of the trees.
"Take two steps backward
and lean in to me."
and bouncing kites,
they invited clipped riddles
for a piece of
to hold your smile."
[How many follies can you count?
How many words when
Sonnets and BruisesWhat would you give meSonnets and Bruises by DSteffi
if I asked you for a pulse?
My trip to dreamland
is grey. The way
there's bliss in the in-between
of sunsets and dawns;
blowing cigarette smoke
in the lines
of the fades.
The span of her and me
the child who picks
fairies and swallows them,
when you know me well enough.
I'm a staccato of insects
too close to fire
and raindrops too quick
to be steam. Lonely merry-go-rounds
and bottles for lanterns
are the cobblestones
beneath my feet;
and I love tripping on them.
Think of the cyclones
we'd ride and the tomorrows
we'd wrap around our pinkies;
had you met me first.
Oh, the number of and's
the growing list of
My hair wouldn't be
burrowed on your neck;
our hands free of our
We would breathe fireflies
and alliterations individually
and all at once --
because we'd be looking at us
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House by CrumbledWings
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Entropy: A Spenserian SonnetA fraying ball unspools, her needles hard.Entropy: A Spenserian Sonnet by sandzen
The jostling bus, on little oil, swerves.
When purses tip to scatter coin and card,
this eco-friendly granny saves her nerve.
For when, she wonders, wasn’t life a curv-
ing road? Reveal after reveal the on-
ly surety one can bank on? So conserv-
ing change: that hellish halcyon unknown.
And on it goes, up to her stop. Her grown-
up thoughts. The half-sewn reddish-purple sweat-
shirt: ancient trade of fraying knots. This bone-
broke pensioner homebound trots. Down forget-
ful courts. Recall the past. A past voice calls.
Think on it. She does. All walls fall. She scrawls.
Light over darknessDarkness smothers lightLight over darkness by yaoi4eva666
Encouraging death and sorrow
But hope is not gone
LifeThe smoke masks woundsLife by yaoi4eva666
Of other lives
We all hurt and cause pain
Known or not
Darkness lies in us all
For weakness to tear us apart
Consumed by darkness we rise
Not ourselves we are
But strength keeps us together
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