Postings with tag: disgust
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This story is about a young teenage girl whose mother wants to send her off to a mental hospital because she doesn't want her anymore and more and more Patience refuses to listen. Patience refuses to leave well at least to a home for metal people. She doesn’t have anything…
This is my response to a certain evil person on YouTube who hates, rants, harass and infringes like there's no tomorrow and yet he gets more views by the day. I'm sure you know who he is; if not, it's understandable (his channel is small, but he's got a big…
I would like to make something very clear. As a female I am NOT a feminist. At least not in the trashy, fat, hateful, pentasexual, nasty, awful, black-souled, lazy kind of way. Those people are just looking to cause trouble. I have been appalled by the "feminists" that harassed Dr.…
He would be happy, but he chose to ignore her... (This has been inspired by a piece of music 'Adagio for Strings' by Samuel Barber. Recommended that you read whilst listening to that beautiful and heartbreaking piece of music.)
Heather was disgusted with Kyle. He broke up with his girlfriend just to date her. But one kiss changes her mind and she and Kyle start dating. But then Kyle gets hurt in a car crash and pain overtakes her mind. It always comes back Every Single April.
The idea of this term is one that intrigues me. I grew up in a family that practiced contempt on regular basis and I have grown more accepting and understanding as I got older. The word is powerful and dangerous. I tried to capture a small part of it.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
Read the events that turn a sweet, innocent child into a cold blooded killer. The sick, twisted mind of a father and the cold, indifference of the mother left Tolu feeling like death was the only way out.
You see them everyday. They are everywhere. Are you quick to judge before taking into consideration what they might be going through?? We can't help ourselves, we were born into a world that can be cold at times... But who then gives us the right to make it even colder…
You Say You Love Me, We Love, You Leave Me, Just To Find Out You Never Loved Me At All (You Won't Be There Come Morning)
June 16, 2011
*this song is for one of my friends. it's about how people just come into this person's life just to sleep with them and afterwards people just forget about them. they distance or stop talking and it's just kinda sad. it's also about how they're better than how they've been.
In my free time, I am dedicated to spread awareness to human trafficking. It is a horrible thing that happens to people. They are sold, beaten, raped, and other unimaginable things. This poem is for you, who no longer have a voice.
This is an compilation of the poems I've written over the years. The name Trial and error is to suggest the difference in my writing style as I progressed everything in becoming a better writer. This compilation is filled with lust, love, happiness, and disgust.
Poor little Minami Hana is tortured at school by her peers, beaten by her mother, and struggling to get through it all with the only person she really has, her twin, Kyo. Then a boy suddenly enters the class and her whole world turns upside down. Scars litter her arms.…
I have written a few things like this I am unsure if I should post them on here, I worn you I write stuff like this when I am angry, and I mean really angry, only read this if you can handle it. When I write like this I can…
Love at first sight can be cured with a second look, but what are you supposed to do if it is not cured, if your entire life and being becomes wrapped around this one person and you can't unwrap yourself. Is is actually possible for your heart to beat faster…
There have been many poems aabout my study hall, room 5a. Every day I am there, there is talk of rape, and a certain discrimination with a few students, people laugh it off, and it makes my stomach churn. How can rape and raisim be funny?! It is beyond me.
Being the dip-shit that I am, I keep thinking about what I at one point I stopped thinking about. Make sense? Probably not (I am pretty confusing). I don't know... Maybe it's because it was my first true love, or maybe it's because nothing else better has come along. I'm…
We say we want peace and yet we alway fight instead. Talk about teaching for a better tomorrow and way of life, yet we don't. Less talking about it and start practicing what we all preach.