What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, we've seen the US Government borrow yet another
700 billion dollars to bail out Wall Street companies
that made bad investments... and a lot of people are
thinking maybe we made a mistake.
I've already talked about one way this 700 billion might
have been better spent. Give it to the people and let
them spend it, thereby making these companies that need
bailed out WORK for their money... which is what
capitalism is SUPPOSED to be all about... but I guess
corporate welfare is what we really stand for.
But, let's look at something else we could have done
done with 700 billion dollars...
In the 1960's, the United States lead the world. Our
technology and research was first class, and NOBODY even
came close to keeping up with us. And one of the main
reasons? Space. President Kennedy promised we would put
a man on the moon in ten years, and even though he was
assasinated shortly thereafter, we STILL did it. And the
research and development that went into th
Our Project2143Our Project7 years ago in Historical More Like This
June 11-Japan begins funding construction of a Space Collony. as a solution to overpopulation in Asia.
June 28-Japan signs the Babylonian Treaty with Hong Kong and the United States,
promising funding to Japan as long as the two would be allowed to collonize the new collony as well.
September 9-An official announcement makes public "Project Eden".
September 15-Russia declares it will beat Japan to creating a working Space Collony. Other Nations soon follow.
September 30- U.S. Demands control of Project Eden. Japan refuses.
U.S. Pulls out of the Project, breaking the treaty.
November 3-Russia takes advantage of the dispute and sneaks spies into Japan to
sabotage Project Eden.
January 9-Eden is launched.
January 10-The first Migration to Eden takes place.
Jauary 12-Eden collapses due to unknown reasons. Japan pins the blame on Russia and demands they pay for the damages. Russia denies any connection to the incident.
The U.S. realigns with Japan and war is declared against Russi
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
ExpectationsIn this world, for years women with certain genes undergo transformation after so long of being exposed to the atmosphere. The first incident was seven years ago when a girl in Russia sprouted an extra pair of arms during senior year. Since then, those without a y chromosome had a 5% chance of being "Accessed" by the World.Expectations1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Of course, reactions from the public fell into the categories "fetish" "fear" or "amusement" I'll admit I found many of said transformations to melt me where I stand, but I kept such attraction hidden from even myself as this would label me as a pervert.
It is the summer of Junior Year, and I've finished yet another mundane day of work at Dick's Sporting Goods. I was off to the food court to get my lunch, but heard some arguing as I passed through.
"Mom, Hot Topic's got a sale on T-shirts, and I've got my eyes on that Sailor Moon one!"
My reaction to hearing it was obvious: Turn to look. The sight was stunn
Piano RondeauFrom fingers fleet the music cries,Piano Rondeau4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It laughs and growls and sometimes sighs;
Round and round the medley goes,
To make the soulful tension grow,
Beneath the mask of cold disguise.
Black and white, now without a heart,
And slow to tear the notes apart;
Together wrought the deepest tune
From fingers fleet.
Listen to the last winding dirge!
For evil now at last is purged,
Poco a poco bring the end,
As the final phrase must contend
With other melodies emerged
From fingers fleet.
Conjoin-O-Tron 6.0Ashleigh and Leighanne Manning are identical twins. They were raised by a single mother, living in an apartment above the used bookstore their mother owned and ran. Being raised around books, they learned to read at an early age, and when they were 5, they found a book about Chang and Eng Bunker, after whom the term "Siamese twins" was coined. From then on, they had a lifelong obsession with Siamese twins, to the point where they wished to be conjoined themselves. At first, their mother thought it was harmless fun, seeing as the twins didn't have any other friends(owing to the fact there were very few kids their age in their town, and their mother insisted on homeschooling them through junior high), thinking that when they tied themselves together, both wore one oversized dress, insisted their mother refer to them singly as "Ashleighanne", or went as Siamese twins for Halloween, it was only a phase, and they would soon grow out of it. However, when they were 13, they found themselves iConjoin-O-Tron 6.010 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
AgingWhen I walk on the curbsAging2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of downtown, I can turn my head
and see my reflection
in the glass.
In the windows that stand guard
against the smoke
and the rain
and the winds.
I can see myself,
flickering between panes
as I move down the streets.
I can see myself,
waiting to grow old
and learning how to remember.
Am I A Poet Yet?My hair stains the sheets in a tangle.Am I A Poet Yet?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body lies quiet, an afterthought,
Under stanzas of love marks and sweat;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
My fingers search through your hair,
Trace up the curve of an ear,
Caress a full, swollen petal of a lip,
Trying to find you under the beauty, the covers;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
Soon I'll stare out at the sky and the sea,
And it will only be me, the gulls, and what used to be.
You'll meet different eyes, with a lovelier slant,
Our passion will be a stranger from a foreign land.
You say you'll be back, and I smile and wave,
As if I believed the promises you gave.
Then I'll turn from you quietly, roll over sigh,
A question after this goodbye:
He loved me, he left me,
The story's the same as every other ever wrote,
All I've left is memories, a pen, and a note,
And a question to ask of a page and a thought:
He loved me, he left me on the wind that brought him here.
HeldWhen you took me from my petalHeld2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cupped my frailty
between your hands,
it was like my chrysalis was back
and I am changing again.
It was just as warm as I
paintbrushed your palms
with my monarch wings.
You opened up your smallest fingers,
and I saw five hundred facets
of your child's eye.
I saw every angle of your innocence,
I saw the sheen on your corneas
when you flitted those threadbare wings.
I saw the shoebox with corners
like a prism.
And your call was so loud
when you carried me home.
And I witnessed
your five hundred pins,
and five hundred books.
With five hundred fingers you
pinched me out,
and held me to brutal surgery.
I can feel my death like pollen
on a candy bar.
I only ask that you start
with my insides.
Butterfly/RavenSo we are sitting on one of thoseButterfly/Raven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
uncomfortably tight bus stop benches
and we've just met,
but she's rather pretty
with her artificially dark hair
and naturally dark eyes.
I tell her a story about my past
and a joke about drugs
and she's laughing-
she says: you sound like you want
my boyfriend says he would never
wouldn't you want a girl
And I say no, I would rather
have a butterfly's proboscus
that I could unravel and slide down your throat
in order to better taste your nectar.
The little bench is suddenly too uncomfortable
for her and my laughing
probably doesn't help either.
.:My Bucket List:.Eat some cake,.:My Bucket List:.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then jump in a lake.
Start a fire,
Then hide in a tire.
Pirate some gold,
Then grow some mold.
Get lost in some fog,
While rolling a log.
Then wear just one boot,
While guarding some loot.
Poetryrandom wordsPoetry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the page
speak of broken dreams
and pent-up rage
ink from the pen
burn it all
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
ItaAyu:Intense MomentA simple touch, a silent gaze,ItaAyu:Intense Moment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bright blue eyes meet dark velvet..
The storm outside seems not to exist,
The rain and thunder belong to another universe
All that exists is each other .
And that's all that they need
He moves closer, a faint pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. The long raven bangs framing his face moved as he lowered his head, so that soon he was nose to nose. The woman's eyes widened, the blush on her cheeks darkened. His lips tilted upward into a slight smile, a rare sight indeed but one that filled her with an endless joy. His hand gently stroked up her back, fingers entangling themselves into her navy blue hair, pulling off the white wrapping the held it up so that it tumbled down, falling neatly below her waist. She smiled, placing a hand on his chest and sliding it upward, until her hand was in the raven black mass and she pulled his hair free from its ponytail.
His lips were now a hairs breadth away from hers, his breath pleasant, warm, fanning
I Woke Up Like HeliumI woke up like helium,I Woke Up Like Helium1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all teeth and nails
and sunshine. Breath
that could move the waves, eyes
all over the crowd
looking for one to
Searching for that person who
is an island-
skin like sand
fists like rocks
palms like palms,
Maybe they will get good, maybe
they will get
You need a place to stand
that will move the earth.
You need to
lay down like an animal,
the other pretty things on the shores,
wait until you are pretty too.
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
BoxcutterWe areBoxcutter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her hardwood apartment,
that we bought
because of the neighbors
and the windows
that light up
the dust on the floor.
She is kneeling
in front of
sliding the knife
down the sides
with a paper sound.
And I am staring
into the empty rooms.
If she pushed
into my lungs
the air would rush out
When you look at me
and bite your lip,
I see brown hair
and darker eyes.
And I would let her too
if it didn't
make such a mess
for the dust
and the neighbors
and the hardwood floor.
Annette and Bridgette FairbanksAnnette & Bridgette FairbanksAnnette and Bridgette Fairbanks1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Annette "Anne" Fairbanks and Bridgette "Bree" Fairbanks
Age: About 30 years old.
Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
Measurement: 36C-26-36 separate, roughly 54G-39-44 when conjoined.
Weight: about 130lbs separate, close to 210lbs conjoined.
Skin Color: Caucasian, lightly tanned from outdoor activity, both have freckles on their face.
Eyes: Green, Bree wears glasses.
Hair color: Red head - Between Kari Bryon & Karen Gillan
Anne: Short, bob style
Bree: Long hair and curly
Body Shape when Conjoined: Varies depending on the mood of the sisters. But typically Anne and Bree are two headed, Anne on the left and Bree on the right, with two arms, three G cup breasts in a row, and three legs. Their heads are close together, but there is enough space between the necks so they can almost turn their faces to look at each other.
Cause of C
Lean Over The RailA wood and steel bench on a pierLean Over The Rail1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the tourists have no reason
to go (that makes it home, that
makes it mine). It is chained to
the boards with seafoam rust
as if someone expects it to collapse
in the wind-
or to somehow preserve
all those pale carved hearts.
Like the one on the underside
of its leg, kept out of
sight (someone bent over
for this, someone wanted
this secret and forever).
(A tattoo, kept
from the family).
I can't read it anymore,
I can only touch it with
the top of my hand
and wonder if the ocean I'm
watching extends past
Getting HurtI've never feltGetting Hurt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much hurt before
Than I do right now
My hearts been
Broken so many times
That I'm scared of letting anyone in
The tears have fallen
Too many times
For me to count
I want to be able
To give my heart to someone
And not be scared of getting hurt
Because getting hurt
Seems like the only
Thing in my life
I want the tears to stop
I want to be loved
And to be told you're beautiful
Mother NatureIt was as She intendedMother Nature2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He described it that way
Centuries would pass and
Maybe its beauty would
Be dismissed as some
Relic of the past
We built a statue
In Her honor
And he described Her
As a cold winter's day
Snowflakes that fall innocently
Towards the earth
A unique beauty
Captured in the cold
Harshness of winter
Such is the harshness of Her statue
Giving in, to the fury
Of Father Time
She was so Beautiful
Yet she was so Harsh
"Alas, this is the nature of
Mother Nature" he told me.
Such is the beauty of Mother Nature.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person1 year ago in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
He Tripped Out The Front DoorWrite a happy storyHe Tripped Out The Front Door1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for once. She tells me.
he tripped out the
front door of his
for the last time.
That isn't happy,
But it certainly
So what could it
There was red on the trees
in early winter,
and you could hear laughter
if you thought it was there.
She tells me.
I could taste it
in my throat.