Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
_OC_ APH: Valentine's... x2_OC_ APH: Valentine's... x24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ha, Valentine's Day. What a joke, seriously! Romania thought as she was sitting on a bench in one of the pretty parks in Bucharest. Her white, simple dress was smoothly covering her body, accentuating her curves without any hidden meaning, really. Chin in her palm, hands on her knees, she let out a long, unhappy sigh, as her eyes followed the couples walking past her and whispering sweet and occasional disturbing things. Oh how she sometimes wished so bad that she couldn't understand Romanian because those people were just driving her crazy. Jealous-crazy. It wasn't even a Romanian holiday, for God's sake! Why were they so keen on showing their love to everyone?! Then again, she was probably thinking that because she was too selfish to appreciate the happiness of others. True, she was aware, which was probably why she didn't
A. W. Epilogue 1 Re-uploadA. W. Epilogue 1 Re-upload5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Later that evening, America and England sat down for what should have been a quiet meal together. However, England was having difficulty enjoying his food because of let's just say of how well America was enjoying his. After taking care of America for so long, England had become used to America's noisy eating habit, but this meal it seemed like America had really turned up the volume. England observed it all in pure amazement as America (not too silently) wolfed down his food as if he had not eaten in weeks. Desperately, his hands grabbed at anything edible within his reach and stuffed it in his mouth. He was hardly bothering to chew. One would think that his small mouth would not be big enough to hold the all the nourishment he was forcing into it, but he somehow managed to stuff all the food in (Most of it anyway. The rest ended up all over and around him). In the course of all this action, A
Conflict- De ce tot faci asta?Conflict5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Asta, ce faci acum.
- Nu înţeleg.
- O răneşti, îi tai aripile.
- Nu e adevărat.
- Ba da.
- Ba nu. Eu doar îi arăt calea cea mai bună.
- Nu prea cred.
- Ce? Vrei să spui că tu ai o influenţă benefică asupra ei? Ai uitat de ziua în care ai îndemnat-o să îi spună ce simte? Şi el a respins-o? Eu i-am zis să nu facă asta, dar nu a ascultat de mine. Ştim amândouă cât a suferit după.
- Nu a fost vina mea.
- Ba da, a fost. Tu ai fost cea care i-a dat sfatul ăla prostesc. Din cauza ta a plâns în toate nopţile ălea, din cauza ta s-a izolat. E doar vina ta.
- Nu e adevărat! Nu mă mai învinovăţi. Ce? Tu crezi că îi faci un bine cu sfaturile pe care i le dai acum? Ei bine nu e aşa. Nu văd cu ce o ajută faptul ca nu se mai implică emoţional în