IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARSi am fighting with dragonsIF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i try to spit out any
semblance of reason. the
moment i try to start i am
overcome with what i once
thought was a shortcoming
but i know now to be ghosts
of what i used to value (life)
i am a death
hidden in the
leaves of your
i am honestly bad for the health
of any traveling bard or passing
soldier. i am a plague. i am your
sickness. i am an anaesthetic.
i am a vaccine against
or was is jaundice?
i'm yellow-bellied and
i'm yelling to the sky
like i can't hear the
I JUST WANT TO SPEND A DAY
IN YOUR (SOMEBODY'S) ARMS
LIKE I BELONGED, LIKE I WAS
A PART OF THE FAMILY.
APART FROM THE FAMILY.
i can't help SCREAMING because dear
i don't know who "you" are anymore
and nobody is listening to this but
the static is thinning. i'm still the
mountain of broken toys i was
assumed to be so long ago.
i'm pulling my guts out.
i'm pulling my ears.
i'm listening but i
can't hear you.
i'm just he
DuplicityCaring about othersDuplicity5 years ago in Open More Like This
and wishing they were dead
Affirming other's success
lets me know i've failed
even compared to idiots
Tell me I'm pretty
The Neverending MonologuesThey bicker, shouting at impregnable walls.The Neverending Monologues4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First Week in Lincoln ParkIn the city of Chicago, it is extremely difficult to tell the difference between an insane homeless man, limping to a subway station in order to get his 8 hours, (with hourly interruptions to switch trains, and avoid being noticed at the end of the line) and a man, with a liberal concept of personal grooming, who sprained his ankle during his morning jog. They both have generally the same attire, mannerisms, and smell. They also have the same look in their eyes. They both look desperate, and exhausted. They both have a goal to achieve, but something insurmountable is standing in their way.First Week in Lincoln Park4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The look on both of their faces is nearly identical, but the very slight difference accounts for very different meanings. The limping jogger's face says, "Why does home have to be so far away, I'm beginning to feel like I'll never get there. I wish I could just lay down and rest my ankle for a minute. In fact, I wish I could just forgo the whole the indignity of hobbling around
The Hole in the FenceEveryone knew about the hole in the fence. You went to the back of the park, where the grass gave way to packed dirt, and followed the fence east until you found it. You didn't even have to crawl on the ground -- you could just walk right through the space where the chain links had been torn away from the post.The Hole in the Fence4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Tina was little, too young to go to the park by herself, she asked her big brother what was on the other side.
"What do you mean? You can see through the fence already."
And he was right. On the other side lay more dirt, and then rocks that eventually led to the foothills. But there was still a mystery about it all. There were rumors of a cave, and of small blind animals that lived in the crevices of the rocks.
But Tina only went through the fence once. The very first time she was allowed to go to the park alone, she found the hole and went through it. She reached the large,
15 de octubre des 2010 2I had just finished15 de octubre des 2010 24 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cleaning the house
the day you
kicked me out
it is only now
I left that house
Essay: Accidental PredatorAccidental PredatorEssay: Accidental Predator5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Real vampires don't sparkle," is the uniting battle-cry of the anti-Twilight series movement. Long-time fans of the vampire fantasy genre all tend to agree that vampires are blood-sucking, night-stalking, sun-fearing, semi-immortal fiends of incalculable strength and power. The drop-dead-sexy definition isn't a foreign idea either. Yet when these defining items come together in the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, vampire lovers all over the world have risen up in protest. The mere mention of the series seems an affront to the vampire subject in question. After over a century's worth of exposure to Dracula-stylized vampires, the introduction of this new, different vampire has divided the literary culture. 1
In an attempt to pacify those masses that harbor distaste for Twilight and the subsequent series, here is presented a solution to the controversial issue at hand: the "vampires" in Meyer's Twilight are not vampire
Why I Think Twilight SucksWhy I Think Twilight Sucks6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The majority of my non-working summer draws to a close today, and what better way to waste time than write? I must admit Ive been drawn to writing a little bit more over the past week, sparked by the visual consumption of Anti-Twilight rants. Many of the points I plan to bring up have been covered in every other Anti-Twilight rant that Ive read, but if this is the only one you ever plan on reading, than for the sake of sparing you the humiliation of liking Twilight, Ill cover them ALL as best I can.
Let me start right off the bat with the most obvious flaw in Twilight; the characters personalities (or severe lack thereof). Dont worry, Ill get to Eddy and Bellas dysfunctional relationship soon enough, but for us twihaters its obvious enough. For you Twitards, stick around. Itll save your life.
Let me start by listing a few of Bellas key attributes:
Dear Sir[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]Dear Sir5 years ago in Drama More Like This
We regret to inform you
That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair where warm nights are cracked by
ceilings let you sink into plaid cushions and listen
Beautiful liarI am the one who is always deceivingBeautiful liar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep down I know I am that lying
*Lying in the truth is my reality
*My goal is to send you to insanity
*How many of lives has been lost to my erupting lies
*How many has fallen for my everlasting Disguise
*You lost your friends and family and still kept believing
*Saw all your misjudgment and I kept deceiving
*Then your good willing and innocence sapped my well to lie
*The corruption was gone when you gave me that look with a sigh
*I have always been strong and I can't let this happen
*But she always reminded of what heaven to me had hidden
*So as I remembered the will to deceive has blown away
*And the well to do grace has descended on me
*Who thought that the prince of lies could fall for women ?
*Or thought that his conscience could ever be awaken ?
TruthLong ago I wrote my wisest words of that young ageTruth5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I had written many lines, but most I would reject
Suddenly my pencil then entrusted to the page
that the Truth is always more important than its side effects.
And I never knew
If I had written truth
I've been thinking ever since to find the greatest truth
to make sense of the paradox confusing all our lives
A philosopher I soon became
the subject has since stayed the same
Should we think, or should we feel; will the wits or heart survive
And I never knew
How to find the truth
Now, did i finally find the right way
to live, and help you from sorrow?
I'd tell you to know about yesterday,
feel about today, and think about tomorrow.
Yet, when thinking of you
I feel for you too;
just a side effect of the truth?
I wish that the bats....Behind my house, there are squirrels as big as puppies. Someday, I will capture one and mail it to you so that you might enjoy a squirrel of unusual size too. I'll send Band-Aids, because that squirrel will probably bite you, and it will be your fault. When we were six, I tried to teach you that. I tried to teach you that squeezing adorable things with teeth is a bad idea, but you never learned, and I chipped a tooth on your bracelet.I wish that the bats....4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In our river, there is a place where two 16 year old boys drowned. My neighbors fished one of them up in 1979. I don't have any pictures, but I thought you would like to know. I thought you would like to know that actions have consequences.
Behind the playground, the place where you came back to earth is still indented with your shape and soaked with your blood. That tree tipped you over backwards and it was six feet down. You landed on your knees and how you managed to break your nose is beyond me. But I warned you about that. I warned you about that so
HaikuSzampan się lejeHaiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Złote stroje na sali
Ktoś leży pod stołem
my candel of lightA crisis came on my behalfmy candel of light5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shadowed all my life and made it black
problems that never came singled
made me feel alone and cursed
wanted a shoulder to cry on
wanted a chest to cry on
wanted an ear to complain on
wanted a fist to rely on
a tear fell from my cheek
you cought it with your pure peak
patting my shoulder with your touch of grace
with me happy to have you as my brace