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What is Love?There was a princess who at the youthful age of 16 already knew more about human suffering than most of the elders in the kingdom. At age 2 she had been so sick that she would have died if the brilliant doctors of the land had not attempted surgery on her. As a young child she had been the victim of bullying and as an adolescent, though she was now old enough to take the throne, she felt complete isolation.
The Princess knew that none of the courtiers wanted to speak to her, so she would take her food during meals and sit beneath the stairs in the Great Hall, where she dined alone with none but the imaginary creatures she had created with her vast imagination to comfort her.
One day the Princess felt her heart strings straining to stay intact. The pain was so unbearable that she sought counsel. To her dismay she was met with only mockery, ridicule and disbelief. She decided that the only way to escape her pain would be to take her own life. The Princess ran to her room and found the ne
Thomasin's Monologue(This is a monologue from a play I am working on. Thomasin is a tavern wench who is in love with the prince of England. He loves her too, but Thomasin fears that one day their union will be discovered and the people will lose their faith in William. She has been contemplating giving him up so he can marry a princess and rule the traditional way.)
THOMASIN: Oh, will nothing remove this stain? What is it that lurks in the mouths of the ruffians who frequent the tavern? I dare not really ask. Thank the heavens for these rags so I do not have to touch this with my own hand, I fear I’d lose it to some foul disease if I did.
Oh, William, many times you have said that this is not the place for me. I do wish that I could be by your side every day. I live for the days you comes to the tavern. When you are near me I feel like a lady, not a wench. You treat me with respect and speak to me as you do the court of England. If all men behaved in such a way, women would have an easier time findi
Selfish PeopleI would like to take some time today to discuss a topic that many people tend to veer away from. We all think about it, possibly even on a daily basis, but we rarely bring it up to the offenders. Instead we choose to hide behind our computers, ranting about it on Facebook or Tumblr, and the offender never even realizes the post is about them. I am speaking of the fact that far too many people these days have a False Sense of Entitlement and/or live in the almighty Land of Me.
Now, I am not too harsh with people about this in most cases. Yes, every so often we do want to just have a Me Day, or do something that will only benefit ourselves. This does not make anyone a bad person. It just makes you a human being. After a long day at work or school I am sure just about everyone needs a bit of that coveted Me Time. However, you should not be the absolute center of your universe.
Selfish people oftentimes do not even realize they are selfish. I mean who goes around saying, "Yeah, I only care
Guardian AngelThere was a strange time in my life when a creature of nightmares became the source of my salvation. I had been kicked out of my mom’s house when I was nineteen because she is one of those crazy, tie you to a chair while forcing you to listen to church hymns for hours on end types, and I refused to stop believing in supernatural creatures, despite her efforts to exorcize me. I had been on my own for about nine years, in a crappy little shack in the city, just outside the crack dens and the whore houses disguised as flower shops that were mysteriously never open during the day.
When I say my house was crappy, I mean it was so bad it should have been condemned by the state. If I jiggled the doorknob too hard it would come off in my hand, most of the shingles were missing from the roof, the upstairs bathroom window was made of plastic wrap, the basement had so much mold I had to board it up so nobody could get in, and the heating only worked for half an hour at a time. Everything in
Things That Piss Me OffMy cousin refers to my parents as the Incredible Hulks. They will get blazing mad over the simplest things. I have literally seen them flip out over dropping something that never even broke when it hit the floor. They just aren’t very patient people, but they aren’t abusive, so I just tend to go to my room and wait for the storm to blow over when one of them gets like that.
I do not have as short a fuse. It honestly takes a lot to make me very angry. When I say “a lot,” I meant you have to just keep doing something that upsets me over and over until I am positive that I will never get you to accept my viewpoint, and either of us has any idea where to go from there. That being said, there are a few things that piss me off right from the get go, but I still try my best to remain civil until you try to force your ideas down my throat.
#1 Thing That Pisses Me Off
This issue tends to happen mainly through technology. I am normally texting, messaging or someone direct
Let in the Shadow Let in the Shadow
Loki opened his eyes halfway, the dazzling blue irises sparkled and his thin, pink lips parted just enough to reveal snow white teeth. A soft hum rose from his chest and his heart beat increased when he saw Tony above him like a guardian angel. The scientist's face was only inches away; close enough for Loki to catch the unmistakable scent of what he had come to know as Scotch.
"When you're alone silence is all you know."
A few months prior to this particular night, SHIELD had chosen Bruce Banner as Loki's personal therapist. Originally they had planned to imprison Loki when Thor came back to Earth with him. It took some doing and a great deal of patience, but in time Thor had been able to convince Fury that Loki was merely a lost soul who needed guidance and someone to talk to. Bruce had been able to crack through Loki's rough facade, but he could not seem to dig to the heart of the issue.
"When you're alone, silence is all you see."
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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