Please excuse the tears,
that smear my shaky words.
Your voice is but a memory-
stray feathers left by birds.
Inspiration stained my fingers,
sonnets, stories on your behalf.
Your presence gave me power-
my pen a golden staff.
In my novel of my life, dear,
so many pages you took.
You were the greatest part, my love-
the hero of my book.
Referenced: Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, and Robert Frost
Dedication: Cody Jenkins, who inspires me to do my best every day.
Shall I compare thee to a dusk in autumn?
Dead leaves that rustle a perfect song
Our draw so strong for ones so young
My marred hand carried in the strength of your palm
Though we posses only photographs, we ache for more
A future, a touch, a warm embrace
Awaiting the familiar rapping on my chamber door
and awakening to a familiar face
Hidden on the outside, your soul is pure as a dove
Your kindness, a rarity in those of our kind
but we love with a love that is more than love
Two pasts, interwoven, together left behin
Scifidism (Extended and Revised) by CantBuySincerity, literature
Literature
Scifidism (Extended and Revised)
DISCLAIMER: The purpose of this piece is not to discourage or insult any religion. Instead, religion was used as a tool to evoke an emotional response from the reader, consequently enhancing the theme of the story. To reiterate, the author is not on an ego trip or trying to convince you to believe what he has written. This is a fictional story. Please continue with an open mind.
May 1st, 1996 Tabitha Rose Winchester
I find it almost ironic that a night so distinctly black allowed me to see for the first time.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry, for my life has been lived and shortly I shall be but a memory. I am not afraid, though, f
I'm not sure how to submit a video on here, but here's a link to a video my friend and I made about transgender discrimination in the workplace as well as homelessness. It's a music video. Check it out :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1LsYVfurNA
She owns a couple nice guitars.
She fixes all my computers.
She really hates mowing the lawn in the middle of July.
She’s really into Peirce the Veil.
She likes a super juicy steak.
She cares about her grey cat Grace from a thousand miles away.
She shaves with an electric blade.
She pwns at Modern Warfare 2.
She came from Indiana way back in 1995.
She’s what’s keeping me alive.
Without her near me, I would not survive.
It gets cold when she’s not around.
I float until I sink and I’m swallowed up.
It’s so cold when she’s not around.
I wait for her to come home and tell me I’ll be fine.
She’
Please excuse the tears,
that smear my shaky words.
Your voice is but a memory-
stray feathers left by birds.
Inspiration stained my fingers,
sonnets, stories on your behalf.
Your presence gave me power-
my pen a golden staff.
In my novel of my life, dear,
so many pages you took.
You were the greatest part, my love-
the hero of my book.
Referenced: Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, and Robert Frost
Dedication: Cody Jenkins, who inspires me to do my best every day.
Shall I compare thee to a dusk in autumn?
Dead leaves that rustle a perfect song
Our draw so strong for ones so young
My marred hand carried in the strength of your palm
Though we posses only photographs, we ache for more
A future, a touch, a warm embrace
Awaiting the familiar rapping on my chamber door
and awakening to a familiar face
Hidden on the outside, your soul is pure as a dove
Your kindness, a rarity in those of our kind
but we love with a love that is more than love
Two pasts, interwoven, together left behin
Scifidism (Extended and Revised) by CantBuySincerity, literature
Literature
Scifidism (Extended and Revised)
DISCLAIMER: The purpose of this piece is not to discourage or insult any religion. Instead, religion was used as a tool to evoke an emotional response from the reader, consequently enhancing the theme of the story. To reiterate, the author is not on an ego trip or trying to convince you to believe what he has written. This is a fictional story. Please continue with an open mind.
May 1st, 1996 Tabitha Rose Winchester
I find it almost ironic that a night so distinctly black allowed me to see for the first time.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry, for my life has been lived and shortly I shall be but a memory. I am not afraid, though, f
I'm not sure how to submit a video on here, but here's a link to a video my friend and I made about transgender discrimination in the workplace as well as homelessness. It's a music video. Check it out :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1LsYVfurNA
She owns a couple nice guitars.
She fixes all my computers.
She really hates mowing the lawn in the middle of July.
She’s really into Peirce the Veil.
She likes a super juicy steak.
She cares about her grey cat Grace from a thousand miles away.
She shaves with an electric blade.
She pwns at Modern Warfare 2.
She came from Indiana way back in 1995.
She’s what’s keeping me alive.
Without her near me, I would not survive.
It gets cold when she’s not around.
I float until I sink and I’m swallowed up.
It’s so cold when she’s not around.
I wait for her to come home and tell me I’ll be fine.
She’
I am no "she".
My voice does not define me.
My face does not define me.
My painted nails and eyeliner do not define me.
What you perceive does not define me.
I am no "she".
And every time you use that word,
you disrespect me. You tell me with "she"
that you think you know my gender
better than I do.
What you think does not define me.
I am no "she".
My fucking genital configuration
is my own business, perhaps my spouse's
maybe even my doctor's
but never yours.
My body parts do not define me.
I am no fucking "she".
Neither am I "he", despite your protestations
that one must be one or the other
and never the twain should meet.
I am "they". "
You can't ignore me.
"Well, let's see here - check, check, check. That's about it, I think." I smiled and turned to her. She was studying the paper, her eyes intent on the print. I took the opportunity to let myself stare for a moment. Then she looked up. I looked away.
"Yeah, you're right. I think we're done for today. Want to meet up again tomorrow? There are a few things I'd like to go over tonight, if I can." Her eyes were bright. I could feel my face growing hot, so I smiled at her and quickly agreed.
"Sounds good. Same time and place?" I asked. She nodded. I left.
I let out a heavy sigh out in the hallway. Tomorrow, huh?
You can't
Its your body, your life by Deirdra-chan, literature
Literature
Its your body, your life
The body you're in,
is just a base for you to add to.
You can do what you want to it,
it's your life.
If being a girl just isn't your cup of tea,
be a boy.
If being a boy just sucks,
be a girl.
don't let someone say no,
it's your body, not theirs.
If you want crazy colored hair,
dye it, don't let people stop you.
If you like someone of the same sex,
don't hide.
If someone doesn't like it,
they can suck it.
If you want tattoos, piercings, or plastic surgery,
don't ask for approval, just do it.
It's your body,
you can change it,
you can play with it,
you can make it better, make it worse,
make it male, female, or appear a
A man is on his period.
A woman is growing a beard.
He was just kicked out of the house.
She was just disowned.
A man is dating a woman.
A woman he doesn't love.
All for love he couldn't have
If his parents knew that man he'd loved
A woman is sleeping with a man.
An ugly, manly man.
Just so that she feels feminine
Because she wouldn't with that beautiful girl.
It's not fair
People live like this.
It's not fair
Bodies are wrong.
It's not fair
Love is shamed like this.
I thought we were all equal.
I guess America lied.
I love to write, simple as that. I mainly work on my novel titled "Untitled," but also find joy in short stories and poetry. In addition to being a writer, I consider myself an okay artist. I can paint a pretty picture, and take them as well.
Favourite Visual Artist
Undecided
Favourite Movies
Iron Man 1 +2, The Birdcage
Favourite TV Shows
The Following, Glee
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Motion City Soundtrack, Metallica, Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin, Deuce
Favourite Books
Velocity, Life Expectancy, Left for Dead
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite Games
Call of Duty
Tools of the Trade
NevrDull, paint, sharpies, oil pastel, canvas, a camera and colored pencils.
Hey guys, check out this video my friends and I made. It's a music video. It's not goofy, and it has a strong message behind it. We want as many people to see it as possible. Granted, there was a $0 budget involved, but we suffered through subzero temps and sickness to bring this to you. Enjoy and share with your friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1LsYVfurNA
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