Bill 132Bill 13210 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Dear Michael Bryant,
I've got an idea. Instead of outlawing 'pitbulls' in Ontario, why not enact a law banning ignorance? Granted, you'd have to move but here in Alberta we accept all kinds of questionable intelligence in our leaders.
You called pitbulls as a breed 'inherently dangerous'. Mr Bryant, any dog can be inherently dangerous if it is not brought up or treated properly. I interact with dogs everyday at my job and have so far been bitten by two Shih Tzus and a German Sheperd puppy who was a little too eager to receive his goodie from my fingers. Staffordshire Terriers and American Staffordshires were bred by people to fight other dogs for our entertainment. People started the problem behavior in these dogs and competant breeders since then have focussed on dispelling it, while retaining the breeds' courage and appearance.
More than a hundred years of history has passed since the laws c
prismatic rotationprismatic rotation10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I met her,
she was ice
that wasn't cold.
She was stone
that wasn't hard.
She was sour
that tasted sweet.
I gathered up
and put them in the car,
on the seat
next to me
and we drove -
on the wrong
of the road.
and at some point
I slammed my foot
on the brakes.
All of the hubcaps
and continued rolling
down the road
as if they were
to an invisible car.
into the distance
out of sight
No Train For YesterdayI spend two & a half smiles on strangers,No Train For Yesterday11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink a bottle of casual words
& head down a silent street, accompanied
by muted endeavors of faceless clowns.
It's a tired, malnourished day, strained
over frail dusty bones of hours
& as I run my hand along a minute,
it feels like leather, worn from wear.
You still arise in idle thoughts:
the way you stopped to watch me at
an ambiguous train station up north.
You were the streetlight that blinked on
& off in futile attempt to murder wind
while snow raced horizontal lines
& hurried past large metal doors.
You seemed to revel in movement,
smoothed air with your skin
as I headed on. Gave shelter
to a misplaced thought & lost another
in muddy puddles behind my temples,
aching now, condensed for spare.
The smell of old liquor & masculinity
still lingers in my nostrils' memory.
You asked for clarity in all I said
out of spite & I couldn't find the words.
Shreds of sentence fragments tasted bitter
& I washed them down with another
Child of WarChild of War10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is not a tale of tragedy or a lamentation, nor is it a glorification of war or peace, or an accusation of criminal nations who encouraged this war. It is simply a diary -- my life as a child of war, both frightening and exciting, where life was suspended but life went on anyway. A life neither happier nor sadder than that of any other child on the planet, but more unusual perhaps, and sometimes astonishing in how normal it all was to me. Which is why I like to share this piece of writing: I feel it is a unique perspective on this kind of event, as I have strived to keep it void of post-rationalisation and political context to keep it, as purely as possible, an insight into how this was experienced by a kid's mind, and for that I put myself back into my mindset of the time to write it. This shows in the "voice".
I was born in Beirut on September 11th, 1979, in the basement/shelter of the clinic where my mother had gone to give birth. We immediately left for Mu
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
.+.Ode to Emo.+..+.Ode to Emo.+.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.+. Ode to Emo .+.
Of course I believe you, dear.
Those scratches along your wrists?
The ones that aren't deep enough to bleed?
I know, dear, I know.
You say your suffering builds.
And claws your bruised and oh so battered soul.
What's that, you say, dear?
You've failed at life!
And you don't fit in?
Dear, you'll find comfort away from
The black hair swept across your forehead
And thick black-rimmed glasses
Through which you see your world fall apart at the seams.
The beaten up shoes that you've walked through hardships in.
The sad lonely songs.
Your salvation, dear, will lie in
The thought that you'll fit in with the others.
The others like you, dear.
There are more like you, dear.
Let us feel our sympathy and pray this makes you happy, dear.
I know it scares me to death.
.Scars.Are.Forever..Scars.Are.Forever.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will tell you if you are willing to listen,
though the words are hard to find,
I will let you see the honest truth,
spoken from a cutter's mind.
The razorblade became my very best friend
in these past years,
I released the pain that hid inside
through a different type of tears.
The shining, sharp edges of my only friend,
so soon to hit a vein,
crimson rivers forming patterns,
the bittersweet sort of pain.
My soul so slowly disappeared,
I could feel that it was gone,
but I never really had the time to care,
for I had my blade to rely on.
I always made sure to fake my smile,
I never gave them a reason to worry,
but each and every crimson scar
hid a secret story.
Every day, the same routine,
I put on my fake disguise,
and the razorblade helped me remove the pain
they could not read from my eyes.
Everything was dead in this uncaring world,
yet they didn't see how it hurt,
I couldn't express the pain I felt,
just choked on every word.
Therefore I relied on my dearest friend,
the one who p
trust my lies.trust my lies.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see dark. I see light.
I see everything in sight.
Fields of ice, drifting snow,
No one plays and keeps their soul.
Come to me. Trust my lies.
Believe my words and not your eyes.
I will twist, your poor soul.
Draining you's my final goal.
Take the gun. Spin the wheel.
Eventually to me you'll kneel.
I am bliss. I am pain.
I will bathe you in my reign.
Shards of glass. Splintered steel.
Far to late to see I'm real.
Gone to far. Slipping down.
You've broken through and now you'll drown.
Cry for help. Beg and plead.
Only I have what you need.
Try to run. Try to hide.
I'm the thorn that's in your side.
Road you choose. Bloodied stone.
You find yourself in the end alone.
Icy hands, steal your eyes.
A perfect end, an addict.
november 2ndsquatting.november 2nd11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when all the formalities have
finally been packed away
in a box marked p.c.,
when they've been stored
in the attic until some later
season when couth is again
in fashion, we'll use the proper word:
squatting. or perhaps, renting.
sure, there are those who still like
to costume their actions in words
like "dating" or even "talking,"
but it is now much too cold
for such flimsy decorative terms.
bring on the wool sweaters,
the stocking caps, the sweatpants:
the truth is an extra-large sweater
that you think you'll never grow into.
it takes courage to try it on, because
you do look foolish at first, with its arms
extending far beyond yours, and its neck
orbiting yours at a very cautious distance.
but if you keep wearing it, you'll find yourself
saying things like "i miss you," and you'll
feel yourself growing, feel your shoulders
wearing the sweater on this early morning
in november, i found myself writing this:
i never thought i was doing such a
On The BusOn The Bus10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sitting Here On This Eaten Up Chair
I Just Was Looking
Or Call It A Stare
As People Got On The Bus
As People Were On The Bus
Guy Just In Front, Loner Without A Care
Type That Got Bullied
Sitting Next To An Empty Chair
The Gangsta At The Front
Checking His Reflection
Inside He Was Kind
Filed In The Wrong Section
Girl To The Left
Ear-rings Were Too Big
Done Up Like A Tart
And Puffing On Her Cig
Dressed Like A Millionaire
Two Million Outfits To Wear
The Only One I Couldn't See
I Had A Funny Feeling
That He Was Judging Me
The Day I Lost MyselfThe Day I Lost Myself11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Please know that I still love you
But you'll regret it if I stay
Please trust me when I say
You'll be happier this way
You're better off without me
I will only bring you down
Your life will be much easier
If I am not around"
Now every day
I wish I were dead
Remembering that day
And everything I said
'Cause I lost myself
When you turned away
And my fucking heart
Began to decay
Now I'm left
to miss you
every fucking day
You're the crack in my mirrorYou're the crack in my mirrorYou're the crack in my mirror10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the rain cloud in my sky
You're the nail in my coffin
You're the sand in my eye
You're the bruise on my heart
You're the tear on my face
You're the pill in my stomach
You're the death in this place
You're the envy of my soul
You're the sting in my tears
You're the poison on my lips
You're the birth of my fears
You're the rope round my neck
You're the slit on my throat
You're the source of my hatred
You're the goodbye I wrote
You're the acid in my bathtub
You're the friend of my foes
You're the figment of my imagination
You're the thorn on my rose
You're the bullet in my gun
You're the tip of my knife
You're my sweet suicide
You're the love of my life.
i want...i want...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i want to fly away and shed this skin.
i want to be myself, alone again.
i want to sink in deep, because i cant even swim.
i want to feel my heart, beat again.
i want to disappear, without a trace.
i want to wipe the smile, off of my face.
i want to drift across the sky thats so blue.
i want to forget the love, i feel for you.
i want so many things, to fall from grace.
i want to light a match and burn this place.
i want untied hands, to tangle and freeze.
i want to lose myself, forever alone... in the breeze.
The Red Rose TreeThe Red Rose Tree13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We taped it back on the red rose tree
Yesterday or maybe it was in 1941
right before Pearl Harbor was bombed
tears mixed with laughter, anger within
peace, water from the sea poured over me
A snow ball was thrown. Daddy and me
riding the snowsled, downhill with glee.
I picked a rose. We taped it back
on the red rose tree.
The sound of gravel road sparkled
blinding in the sun, wind and sand
and angel wings grew fireflys at
day's done. Big city lights, in neon
thrilled my sight. I read the sisters.
Metallic skates flew sparks on concrete.
Walking. Large black cars. City streets.
Eyes fixed on the ground.
(I wore my coat one summer)
you don't see me, you can't see me
and you can't hear my silent sound...
I dreamed I saw a rose taped to the red
rose tree, and in my stomach grew a thorn
to be the death of me.
He walked up to the door. This boy had come
for me. Protection, loved more than any
innocense of two made 3, then 4 and 5 and
finally 6 there was no time, no time
.Worthless..Worthless.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't you look pretty,
Kneeling there in the dirt.
After being broken,
After feeling hurt.
Aren't you beautiful,
Blood pouring from your vein,
Your eyes red and puffy,
Waiting for the relief of the rain.
Your like a dead flower,
And forever you will stay.
Dead and broken for always,
Never to see a happy day.
Pain and hate are your emotions,
There all you ever feel.
You barley sleep at night,
Wishing it wasn't real.
But it is my darling,
I laugh at your pain.
Each little voice I whisper,
Drives you even more insane.
Your a shattered piece of glass,
Not worth being glued back.
Your eyes once showed beauty,
Now there hallow and black.
Never will you feel warmth,
Only the stinging of cold steel.
Sharp needles poke at your heart,
Don't you wish you couldn't feel?
I know your every thought,
I'm the voice inside your head.
I'm the reason they think your crazy,
I'm the reason your almost dead.
freezer space 226freezer space 22612 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my thigh today,
I scrawled a word.
In pink marker,
A four-letter word.
Early today was found,
An unidentified victim,
A brunette teenage female,
A suspected case of suicide.
No cause of death apparent,
No exit wounds or bullet holes,
No slash\'n\'dash or hit and run,
Requires further examination.
They pulled away her clothes,
And off white undergarments.
They opened up her stomach,
And examined what lay within.
They weighed and measured .
They drew blood and tested.
Trying to unravel the mysteries of,
Their brown haired green-eyed Jane Doe.
\"Victim Jane Doe 226,
Recent scars visible on,
Arms breasts and abdomen.
The stomach contains,
Large amounts of an alcohol,
And several undigested pills.
The bladder is ruptured,
Suggesting excessive drinking.
The liver was bleeding internally,
Most likely from the consumption,
Of too many assorted pharmaceuticals.
Most probable cause of death-
Suicide. By means of overdose...\"
A tired pathology technician ,
Bent down to take a close
i miss.youi miss.you10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I screamed your name at the world last night
the sky was clear, the stars were bright
It was so fucking cold, but I didn't care
My breath was cloudy, I just laid there
My head was throbbing, my fingers were stiff
My mind was on you and how much I miss
your name across my lips.
I sat in the middle of the road last night
I cried so hard, I'm losing this fight
I cursed and yelled,
I've lost my mind.
I was looking for you, but all I could find was
my thoughts inside my head.
You're in my heart but it feels so dead
Someone played the guitar, he was playing brand new
the sound haunted me.
and i thought of
Our insignificant lives are such a fucking mess
I'm not thinking straight
How did we get like this?
why do the best things never last?
god, I miss you.
dAgnarokdAgnarok10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Twilight of the Admins
by Jay Richard
After hanging from a spear thrown into the devianTree for nine nights, I have obtained the knowledge of how the dAsphere shall come to pass. Gather around me as I nurse my wound and drink copious amounts of ale and I will tell you of what I have seen....
The Eternal Winter of the Forums
Two great warriors shall by chance meet on the plain of battle known as the Thumbshare Forum. They are champions of the same vein, the hit-and-fade barbarians called Smart Alecs, but they are solitary and fight for no one but themselves. A thumbnail of a Philosopher's illustration will bring the first salvo. One Smart Alec enjoys the piece in a cynical manner; the other Smart Alec seeks its prompt but humorous annihilation with a one-line Zinger of Doom, a +3 attack using 2d12.
A witticism will be fired, followed by a mighty retaliation. Lo, it will escalate and a maelstrom of Smart Alecs will blossom, growing in number b
BoxBox10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On The Way Home
I Met A Friend
An Empty Burger Box
That Was Caught In The Wind
It Reminded Me
Of A Lost Puppy
Dancing Between My Legs
Then Waiting For Me To Catch Up
At The Time
It Was Annoying
I Stepped On It
A Few Steps Ahead
Something Was Missing
I Looked Behind
To See My Friend
Had Lost Its Rythem
I Shed A Tear
When It Was Still
In The Distance
A Part Of Me Died Today
I Tried...I Tried...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I tried to stop the madness,
Kill the pain, and the hate
I tried to beat the sickness,
Tried to challenge my fate
I tried to forget,
Tried to be myself
I tried to be normal,
Like everyone else
I tried to be strong,
And wished for a happy ending
I tried to belong,
Tried to live my life pretending
I tried to stop the voices
Inside of my head
I tried to force myself
Into the places I dred
I tried to listen
To the things you said
But when I looked inside myself,
All I could find was already dead...
.All.This.Time..All.This.Time.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he was slowly dying,
Everyday he lost a bit more,
he had nothing but scars and wounds,
His soul was ripped and tore,
he had nothing to live for,
he didn't know what to call home,
he didn't know who to turn to,
he was all alone,
Everyday he felt isolated,
he was a million miles away,
he had never felt love and warmth,
he felt heavier day after day,
At night he just lay there,
And breathed in the black night,
he wanted to lie there forever,
he didn't want to face the light,
Why was he holding onto his life?
When he was in eternal pain?
Why was he so unhappy?
Was he just going insane?
That day he cut his self,
he wanted just to die,
he saw me looking at him,
And told me not to cry,
Hundreds were at his funeral,
So many people cared,
But the wounds upon his broken soul,
Could never be repaired...
Sexually Transmitted DiseasesSexually Transmitted Diseases9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Complete Guide To Sex
Sexually Transmitted Diseases.
- A thorough guide to STDs for parents of teenagers and teenagers alike.
(A.K.A. The gift that keeps on giving)
Genital herpes is no laughing matter. There is no cure for genital herpes. It is a lifelong disease. The band Limp Bizkit once contracted genital herpes, none survived. I'm here to raise awareness about genital herpes in an attempt to minimise any casualties within this community. Even though many people actually believe genital herpes to be nothing but an urban myth, I can assure you – It's real, it's alive, it's out there – and it's coming to get you.
Did you know? - You can get genital herpes on your face? Yes, it is true – experts have concluded that genital herpes can migrate, like indigenous nomads – except they don't carry around spears – instead, genital herpes are known to shoot out something known as "herpal fluid" straight from a smal
I waitI wait12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur.
You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding
My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist
That I stand still, not moving to the left or right,
While you roam freely and openly, leaving me
To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you.
I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger that
Simmer under my skin, but I keep silent because I know the cost.
I know that no matter what is said or done, I am wrong, as always.
I wish I could climb a tree, to the very top until there
Was nothing but sky between me and the stars.
I'd stretch out my hands to touch them, feel their energy
Thrilling through me. But I can't even get to the top of the tree.
I stay behind, head down, because I love y