No rest for a weary heart. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
No rest for a weary heart.
Yesterday my mother asked me what I
would name my children and I told her that
I did not want any. She scoffed at me
and shook her head, insisting
that once I found the
"perfect man"
all of that would change.
And I thought back
to all the times when my palms
sweated and my throat ran dry
and my cheeks heated up just because
a girl walked by whose lips
were so pretty and pink that all I wanted
to do was taste them.
"No,"
I replied, swallowing the acid
that was threatening to crawl out of
my mouth,
"it will take a lot more than that
to convince me."
Because despite the fact that
the mere thought of a man
with arms that could carry the we
Do you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have not
Why does art need to be perfect?
Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us?
Why give us direction on how to do it right?
Why send us to the greatest artists for learning?
Why do we need the best learning to become good artists?
Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it?
Our flaws is not a negative barrier.
Our flaws can create new and exiting things.
With our flaws we can create something no one else has created.
Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths.
And its not the only "right" one.
You have the choice to go all the paths.
There shouldnt be just a few to ch
'You don't believe in Jesus?'
'No'
'What can you believe in?'
'I'm Hellenic polytheist'
'What?'
'I believe in the Greek Gods'
' .'
'Zeus . Aphrodite . Athena '
'How can you not believe in Jesus?'
'I just don't'
'Its not real'
'What?'
'Those are just myths'
'And what do you think Christianity is?'
'The truth'
'My gods are real to me'
'They aren't real'
'Dude, are you serious? Religion is based on faith.'
'Not this, Jesus is real.'
'No Christianity is based on the faith and trust that Jesus was real. Show me one piece of evidence that Jesus lived.'
' '
'That's what I thought.'
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You by snappedchopstick, literature
Literature
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You
It's true.
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa