Lakota's Interrogation Part 1Lakota's Interrogation Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
-I haven't seen my mom since those mean cops took us out of Emmy's Diner. I still don't understand why she didn't take us straight home. It had to do with all those cars in front
our house. They all had Umbrella logos on it, that's where dad works. Cops were there too, to make sure no one else got in. What did he do? It must of been bad, I couldn't even count how many cars were on our street, all around our house.
The cops even put hand cuffs on me, is that legal? I'm only 11 years old, and I didn't even do anything! Mom refused to leave the diner when the cops showed up. They said they had to take us to where our father was, but she didn't believe them.
"Umbrella won't get away with this." She turned to look at everyone in the diner, who
were all looking at us.
"If you do not see us again, blame Umbrella." The one cop didn't seem to like that too much, for then he pushed her towards the exit, places hand cuffs on both me and my mom. I still want to know what we did
To Be An Artist1: "Look at these paintings. They're just awful."To Be An Artist5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2: "That's their vision as an artist. Don't hate, my friend."
1: "Oh I know about being an artist. I know how to draw."
2: "Being able to draw doesn't make you an artist."
2: "You gotta feel it.
You gotta taste it, know it, eat it, breathe it, see it, LIVE it.
You gotta shudder as the colors pour from your veins.
You gotta scrape at the canvas just to understand your vision.
You can't eat - you gotta STARVE!
You gotta lose a loaf of bread for some tubes of paint and fall asleep at your canvas still dressed in yo paint splattered apron.
You gotta get F's because you were too busy daydreaming about what your next project will be.
You gotta get writer's block.
You gotta get artist's block.
You gotta get blocks of your blocks then get blocked some more.
You gotta get drained of inspiration for years then explode with something amazing.
You gotta scramble to the nearest object just to put it down somewhere.
You gotta spray, shake,
Christmas AloneChristmas AloneChristmas Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking out the window,
At the lights below,
People bustling around,
Playing in the snow,
My head against the window,
I let out a sigh,
Closing my eyes tightly,
As my teardrops fall,
Emptiness is all I feel,
As empty as this house,
No holiday cheer or love,
No trees or gifts strewn about,
Silence is all you will hear,
No caroling or songs,
Drip drip is all you heed,
As my tears fall,
So I shall sit here,
Wishing with all my might,
That you were by my side,
Hoping that I wasn't alone;
This Christmas Night
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Forgotten Now"Why must I cry for you?", I had recitedForgotten Now3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is said that you meant nothing to me
And with that, it is forgotten
Then, at last, I wept once more
The Writer's WordsThe writer's words are currency;The Writer's Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she spends them, book by book,
to pay for every reader, tucked
in every reading nook.
She spins her words from deepest thought
and, with the greatest care,
she weaves a world that lives and grows,
a world that she may share.
The writer's words are made from pain,
and blood and sweat and tears,
and every joy and every fear
collected o'er the years.
She binds herself to every stroke
of ink upon the page,
and through her words she lives, perhaps
a year, perhaps an age.
The writer's words are love and loss
as each page says goodbye;
she sends her books out to the world
to live well or to die.
Belittle not the writer's words -
her soul to you laid bare.
Her life's great work deserves respect;
read every word with care.
The Fractal ManYou wake up and before reality sets in you plan how you would like your day to go.The Fractal Man8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do the whole bathroom thingyou lather, you rinse, you repeat.
You dress slowly under your own scrutiny and regardless of whether you are in overalls or a uniform or a silk linen suit, you hate the way you look. You will never look the way you did that other day, the day you were happy just being yourselfthough you cannot specifically remember when that day was.
Eventually you exit your humble little home and stumble into the concentrated centre of a mad, mad world. In this land skyscrapers dwarf the rising sun and the earth below them is forever in their shadow. The city streets are always an endless stream of chaos around you.
If you were like me, you wore a silk linen suit and the toast was always the same.
It was never a far step from the inside of any building to the inside of a
Mother TongueGross gossamer gossipMother Tongue2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
flutters in on wings of gold;
gusts of narcotic glitter
nauseate eyes, ears and nose:
stuttering sweatshop slutwhore,
liar--fry her: tell us more
Traverse twisted truths
in a labyrinth of locks
penetrating air of mocks
Breathe bitter broken glass
swallow synthetic secrets
fall to the floor;
sleep and speak a fool's feel test
A stark mark on floodplain
river bed, scribbled, smeared--
shifts, sifts through silt;
salty Nile of blood and tears
Barney Plays HaloI hate youBarney Plays Halo2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You hate me
Kill eachother basic'ly
With a great big bang, I shot you in the head
sorry bro, but you are dead.
You shot me
I went boom
ev'ry thing went red and blue
Man, plasma grenades are such a fucking pain
No worries man, we're tied again.
You've got skills
I do too
You are red and I am blue
Gotta break this tie and shoot you til you're dead...
Din't expect you to have a wraith.
Red team wins... Man that's gay.
Venting: Plain and SimpleHere's a simple poem, now where to start...Venting: Plain and Simple3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh yeah, how about the crappy poems on deviantart?
Day after day, they're flagged in my face
Staring right at me, from the front page!
Why, oh, why is that stuff even there?
The writers are lazy, they don't even care!
They write a few lines and say "job well done"
Is that all you have? A few words and pun?
It almost means nothing, so simple and plain
No other deep meaning or emotional stain
If it's to be short, then write something more clever
Don't toss out a sentence and say "yeah, whatever"
I know this is blunt and I sound really mad
But I needed to vent cause these writings are BAD!!!
I work really hard, far from the front page
While simple, stupid words get all the faves?
No....sorry, that doesn't seem fair
At least try and write something that's worthy to share...
Fact is, these writers need to think more and listen
Shakespeare wasn't famous for writing fan-fiction...
Tax CollectorTAX COLLECTOR IN 18TH CENTURY LONDONTax Collector4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me"
why in this nightly hour,
I find myself full-clad in tragedy!
for it was I who chose to yet devour,
their final faded coins in earthly greed,
and leave the barren Earth to cry and bleed.
My pistol hard and cold against his skin,
a heartless barrel just like me,
would not show mercy to his crying kin;
survival after all was unlikely.
The youngest son looked deep into my eyes,
and I saw he had read through all the lies.
"Give me the cash I need thou filthy rat!"
I said to this boy's father.
"But sir, I gav' thee all and more at that!"
he pleaded, but my selfish needs would rather
admit him to the smallest cell of jail,
than have the justice of the poor prevail.
But my patience had been tested and tried,
'nd I no longer could contain
myself so I shot as the daughter cried
and watched her father die in hellish pain.
The mother got down begging on her knees;
crying out for her children in her pleas.
JudgementJudgement:Judgement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
What have the Jews ever done for us?!(Yes, I'm basing this off of the incredibly funny Monty Python skit, What have the Romans ever done for us.)What have the Jews ever done for us?!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
What have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Somewhere in Germany, in Nuremberg, in a secret building)
(A bunch of Neo-nazis are talking)
Head Nazi: (stands up to podium) Alright! Order everybody, order!
(Nazis keep talking.)
Head Nazi: (sigh) Heinrich, if you will?
Nazi 1: (nods, pulls out air horn and HONKS it. Nazis all stop talking and their heads snap foreword)
Head Nazi: Thank you! Alright, everybody, welcome to the secret underground meeting of the neo-nazis, its good to have you all here. Now lets get right down to business. The main goal of the neo-nazi party is to rid Germany and Europe and then the world of the Jews.
(Nazis all nod in excitement.)
Head Nazi: After all, what have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Silence and then one Nazi slowly raises hand.)
Nazi 2: The cure for polio?
Head Nazi: What?
Nazi 3: Oh yeah! The polio vaccine was invented by Jonas Salk, a Jew!
Scare Words From The LeftScare Words from the Left-Wing (And What They Really Mean)Scare Words From The Left4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This is a parody and a response to "Scare Words from the Right-Wing (And What They Really Mean)" by Matthew Desmond (and posted as EruditeLiberal's journal entry). The first half of this piece will consist of words and issues, how liberals view them, and what they really mean. The second half will consist of labels (or rather insults) liberals use against their opponents, followed by what liberals really mean when they use them.
What they want you to think it means: White Christian heterosexual property-owning men who fear change and distrust anyone who isn't one of them.
What it really means: Individuals who want change to happen naturally and gradually (rather than radically) and who base their lives on traditional values and principles which have been tested by both history and experience, rather than on theories which have not been tested, or if they have, have been proven to fail.
The Cold and Bitter Winter SnowThe Cold and Bitter Winter SnowThe Cold and Bitter Winter Snow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The winter snow knows no bounds,
Lost in its clutches are we
Who choose to walk in its fading footsteps.
We have a duty to uphold,
To bring justice
To whom it was deprived.
But justice is a word unknown,
To the cold and bitter
It covers all tracks, all proof of life,
Leaving mysteries unsolved
And gives murderers a Christmas pass.
It holds no remorse,
Neither for the living nor the dead.
For bodies left in its clutches
Are nought but a faded memory.
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
White and PureWhite and pure like winter snow,White and Pure3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fair beauty that thou art,
If I shall love I'll never stop,
And hence I fear to start!
Thy lips are rubies in the midst,
Of satin snow-white skin,
If I do love you, sweet my queen,
I do profane and sin!
I know thy virtues, beauty fair!
Thy maidenhead reserved;
For one who proves unto yourself
That it is well deserved;
Thy husband shall that fellow be;
My torture like a knife,
For thou art pure like winter snow,
And ne'er shalt be my wife.
30In darkest night with roll of thunder303 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Spectral Pirate
comes out to plunder
the innocents of sleepy streets
'twixt crisp white sheets
With toothless grin and fingers dirty
that ghastly rogue
at number thirty
pries open doors and breaks in shutters
and growling, mutters
'Bring out your wenches, buxom, gleaming
I'll violate them
Leave them screaming
I'll take your gold and riches few
and when I'm done
I'll f**k you too'
Debauched and drunk, this Privateer
will take your soul,
now listen, dear
Take your children, take your wife
and leave this street
Run for your life!
Meet AnimaA human calmly walked through the jungle world of Felarya. After escaping an acidic fate three times, he felt pretty certain that he could last in this world. A few marauding animals that went down in one good shot would provide enough food for two days each, and if he himself was caught by one of the giant snake-women rampaging around, all it took was some fast thinking and faster talking. Yessir, this world was nothing he couldn't handle.Meet Anima6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He sighed contentedly and rested his head against his arms...and froze. Above him were shimmering cables going from tree to tree. Behind him, the same cables covered the area. He began to worry. Had he wandered right into the territory of some creature he hadn't known about? It was nagas and dryads here, nothing else giant, right? He began to back away.
Suddenly, a haunting voice echoed through the trees. He couldn't make out any words, but it sounded far too pleased for him to take it in stride. He had to move. He might be able to con a naga, but w