In The Name Of WARIn The Name Of WAR4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood mingled with debris
shower the scorched earth,
as deadly missiles rain down from above.
Amid the dark clouds,
death flies on wings of steel,
seeking bloodshed in the villages below.
"Fire when ready soldier!"
Soldier?? Ha !
You're not a soldier...
but a mere pawn in this devilish game.
Go on..."Bombs away!"
Let the earth be covered in blood.
Let war and destruction reign in this cursed land.
You want war?
I shall give it to you.
The price....your humanity and your very soul.
Bloody hell....that's what this is.
The hell you've created
with your own free will.
How do you like it now?
Families torn apart...
...it gets better still!
Whole villages whiped out!
Yet you want more!!!
Ha! Now the fun begins.
When is the next war? Tell me when!
I'll be there knocking at your door.
An angel of death
coming to drag you to hell!
You wanted bloodshed!
You wanted war!
NOW PAY FOR IT WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!:e
The Mighty FallThe Mighty Fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is stained with red
as the light dissappears over the horizon.......
Darkness covers the land.....
Shadows dance by the flickering flames,
as the survivors struggle to keep warm.
Blood dripping from their wounded bodies,
as they wish they were never born.
Biting cold winds claw at their flesh,
giving them little rest.
The rest of men have been destroyed,
and for all they know they're next.
The heavens look on in quiet dismay
as men pass on throughout the night.
Their bodies left behind, they escape.
Their wounded comrades left behind.
Darkness creeps into the survivors' hearts,
as their souls go under attack.
All hope is quickly stripped away
and replaced with saddness and fear.
Why taketh they another breath?
Why suffer they any longer.
Weapon in hand some kill themselves
the depression and fear much stronger.
Is there anyone yet alive...
among these fallen men?
Shall anyone survive...
this day that seemeth like hell.
The enemy closes in on them,
their hands stained red with w
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
teacher shrugged and said: "it
happens" in regards to rape.
he was a gym coach with a coffee
mug that read "world's best dad."
they gave me the one-in-three
statistic on a business card
during the half hour we talked about
sexual assault in class.
that number has become a top-heavy
fraction, though not top-heavy
the way boys like to hear of.
and i have learned that absolutely
no man will bend at the knees,
fold the way i have been told
to fold - for i have a flower
between my legs, and he has a snake.
i was taught to be lusted after
for my innocence, only to be tattooed
as guilty by a trial of my peers
in my high school lunch room.
my heart howls at the moon of knowing
i've had my phone number removed from
the contacts of those who loved me
before they dared to remove my rapist's.
the world may forever know me as impure
without looking at the hands of the boy
who touched me, without realizing that
they have dirt caked on their glasses.
and my war cries can
Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."Your Sacrifice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My voice was gentle and quite but you still gasped in surprise.
I suppose I should have made some noise to let you know I was there, but I had been standing in the bathroom's open doorway unnoticed for at least 2 minutes uncertain what to say or do...
I had found you, sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the tub.
I watched you roll up your sleeve and choose the desired spot on your forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then hold it before drawing the razor over and into your skin.
The ensuing hiss sounded more like a sigh and that's when I spoke.
I could keep silent no longer though obviously you had assumed I wasn't home as the blade cut more, cut deeper than intended.
With a sharp yelp, you yanked the blade back and glared up at me.
There was anger, defiance and betrayal in you beautiful brown eyes.
They're still beautiful no matter what emotion you turn towards me.
As long as they're not empty, I ca
Drinking with My DemonsIts my own reflection that mocks me nowDrinking with My Demons7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Freed from control some how
Maybe its the vodka that loosens my hold
maybe its the vodka that makes it grow bold
I wonder if it hates me, as much as I it?
God how much did I drink, I well beyond lit
The Demon stares me down, and delivers most villainous grin
He watches me slip into madness, and knows he will win
I struggle to stand as the room begins spinning
All I can picture is that monster grinning
And just as I begin to get my composure back
I notice the mirror has developed a crack
I frantically search the mirror for my double
yet he is missing, this must truly be trouble
Worried and shaking I quickly turn around
but just as I do the mirror produces a cracking sound
A hand reaches from the mirror into me
gripping my soul, it screams "set me free"
I feel the pull its dragging me in
and through my eyes I view all past sin
These last moments of life held on by a thread
and with the scissors of Judgement I will surely be dead
Is this my fate, Is
Wicked WomanWicked woman.Wicked Woman7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Luscious tinted lips, long black nails, legs for days.
Small waist, an ass you could grope, hips you could slide off, tits you could nuzzle.
Thigh high stockings, black lingerie, pale skin; except for the love bruises.
She smokes as though she’s flirting with death.
She stares as though she holds all your secrets.
She folds her legs as though they hold bliss between them.
Her silence speaks volumes –– her presence is loud.
Her long hair swinging over her delicious curves, as she walks away with your heart in her hands; still beating.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wer ist der Weihnachtsmann?Hast du mir etwas mitgebracht?"Wer ist der Weihnachtsmann?4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Aber du bist doch der Weihnachtsmann..."
Hast du aber gesagt."
Nein. Ich habe gesagt, dass es den Weihnachtsmann nicht gibt."
Und woher kommen dann die ganzen Geschenke?"
Hab ich dir auch gesagt."
Dann bist du also der Weihnachtsmann!"
Nein, bin ich nicht."
Aber du holst doch alle Geschenke!"
Ja, für dich."
Und für Mahmut?"
Wer ist Mahmut?"
Mein Klassenkamerad. Mahmut!"
Kenn ich nicht."
Dann bekommt er also keine Geschenke?"
Was für eine Religion hat der denn?"
Der nimmt nicht an unserem Religionsunterricht teil..."
Aha. Ausländer also. Dann kriegt er kein Geschenk."
Aber Oma ist doch auch nicht in Deutschland geboren..."
Damals war's aber Deutschland."
Und nur, weil Mahmut nicht an unserem Religionsunterricht teilnimmt, beko
Rest In PeaceObserve the whitewashingRest In Peace6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The absent minded colouring
Of something benign to something terrifying
Terrifyingly simple in its frantic remedy
Take it easy, steady
It’s only reality crumbling
Kiss me goodbye
It’s time for me to die
But never fear, and don’t cry
Having washed away all the lies
I can finally say I’ll rest in peace
Somewhere in the ruins
Between the slickened cracks, hidden
The truth dwells incognito
Maybe it’s better so
Shy away not from this new journey
Embrace it and return to glory
Kiss me goodbye
It’s time for me to die
But never fear, and don’t cry
Having washed away all the lies
I can finally say I’ll rest in peace
Tainted forever, sullied memories
Escape from this malevolent fantasy
This ever changing nightmarish game
Where I tasted fame
Only to be shot down
Beaten, and robbed of everything, all alone
I heard you came searching
Hoping to be able to cleanse, me
Turn back now, in this stone cold grave I be
Drug AddictA dark, dank room covered in stone cold walls isolating this space from the innocent light. A single man solely sits in the center of the room, a curled up nervous heap. He is such a sad man, shaking in a dark pit of unhappiness that was caused by addictive euphoric hazes. He ultimately only had himself to blame for being in such a horrid place. What he did was certainly not the answers to his problems. A loved life lost is no reason to destroy one's self. This poor man's soul was taken hold by the sinful demons known as drugs, numbing the pain into nothing. Death is the ultimate drug seducer.Drug Addict3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soul turned hostile, no comforting words or actions could hold back the sharp tongue that is always ready to lash out. Lungs have grown tired in screaming frenzies of a wounded heart. Tears of regret fall slowly down an aged face. Reaching toward the bottle, his arm is grabbed and pulled away from his savior. Gentle arms wrap around shaking shoulders; whether they are in rage or sadness, his fa
Won't Be SilencedYou may not accept when truths are spoken,Won't Be Silenced3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you probably won't even bother to listen.
You can hide your head deep in the sand
and get those who speak to you banned.
You can whine like a bitch and call people names,
you only show you're not as accepting as your claims.
You can spout your bullshit to your mindless sheep,
we all know that spineless words are cheap.
Being unable to back up those things you speak
and refusing to discuss your ideas just proves you're weak.
You can try to pretend that you're something you're not.
You can live in a lie despite what you're being taught.
But you can't force your idiocy onto those who see
and you won't fucking silence me!
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
Anger ManagementAs always, he was in a state of concentration. His fingers were pressed together in a steeple, and his violin lay neatly across his lap, its presence ignored for the time being. His grey-blue eyes were closed and his mouth was a single, apathetic line that conveyed how deeply lost he was in this trance-like moment of calm and contemplation. The flat was completely silent- the television was off, the laptop unplugged and shut down, and there wasn't even a tinkling of porcelain cups and plates. Mrs. Hudson was more of a housekeeper than she would like to admit, cleaning up the boy's dirty laundry and ever-growing pile of washing up whenever it became too unruly to bear, but even she wasn't in at that moment in time- doing her grocery shopping or something somewhere in the city. For once, 221B Baker Street was radiating nothing but a complete sense of tranquillity.Anger Management4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course, that was destined to never last long from the very beginning.
He didn't flinch when the door slammed shut,
An Atheist's DeathAn Atheist's Death4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I would die for this
Paradigm of Natural
Expression for truth...
The Infinite RegressTheist: God exists.The Infinite Regress4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Atheist: And how's that?
Theist: Because everything must have a cause, and universe must have been caused by God.
Atheist: Couldn't the universe just be eternal?
Theist: No, because the big bang theory proves that the universe had a beginning, and couldn't have been eternal.
Atheist: That's just speculation on your part. The big bang theory says nothing about the cause of the big bang, or the state of the universe prior to it. Science can't yet answer that.
Theist: Well even if the big bang wasn't the very beginning, that's just pushing it back one more stage, the universe had to be caused!
Atheist: The universe exists, can we agree?
Atheist: Your beliefs aside, God is unproven, can we agree?
Atheist: So if something has to be eternal and uncaused, explain to me how it makes more sense to argue that it must be an unproven entity of infinite complexity, rather than something of finite complexity which we already know exists?
God is Not an American ValueLadies and Gentlemen of Congress, thank you for allowing me to speak today.God is Not an American Value3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I do not stand before you with a hate filled heart.
I do not stand before you today wishing to destroy anyone's beliefs or ways of life.
I do not stand before you today hoping to achieve a victory for one group while hurting another.
Instead, I stand before you today in the hope that you listen open-mindedly.
That is all I ask.
In 1956, "In God We Trust" was adopted as the United States official motto. This motto has been on our coins since 1864 and on our paper currency since 1957. In 1954, the words "Under God" where added to the Pledge of Allegiance. The question of whether or not these phrases are constitutional has been argued on all levels, from the dinner tables of average Americans, all the way up to the Supreme Court. I personally believe that these phrases are unconstitutional, but the arguments for it have been so overused that I feel repeating them would be beating a dead horse.
No, instead I will b
Question Everything.Question Everything.Question Everything.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you always wondered why people look up at the sky?
Pray to it, and do not wonder why?
Though they say he/she or it is everywhere...
Religion is filled with contradictions
A drug, an addiction.
Have you ever read the newspaper or magazine about fashion?
And come across a page called the horoscope section
And wondered why millions believe in this collection.
Superstition is an addiction
Full of nonsense, full of imagination
Following a holy book or a scripture
That seems to shape a picture...
Of the origins of the world and of your future...
Which might make you not treasure your own
Hatred and intolerance to others different
That questions the morality that is ancient
Caused the deaths of tens of thousands, more than the lunatics
did In scary, old politics.
By Brendon Tan Xing Ming or also known as the
March 6, 2011
The Starving Crow-¿How many years have you tolerated?-asked the crow to the man who laid weak on the floor. –How many years have you been suffering? Suffering in your anxiety, in the despair that impulses your mind to run away from yourself, but you haven’t achieved it, have you? No, you haven’t, you’re still thinking, thinking in the way you’re sinking, how you left everything behind, oh I forgot, it wasn’t that way, it was the everything which left you behind, poor miserable stray-The Starving Crow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-My heart freezing, my mind in flames, my soul taken by the fear, my humanity twisted, my identity taken- mocked the crow repeating and repeating the thoughts of the man, who wasn’t thinking with his mind, but with his soul.
-Why don’t you walk away? Oh I forgot, you can’t, you lost the control of your body; why don’t you say something? Oh that’s true, you can’t speak this shameful truth; why don’t you look at me? Oh that’s right, you
The Heart Of A TreeElicia ran through the forest covered by the veil of the night and fog. Without been able to see the way she was running to arrive her destination. The dark, rustling path full of trees and branches was long as Elicia couldn’t tell and without knowing the directions she was blindly following he hoped to get as soon as she could to the place she wanted, only if she didn’t get lost.The Heart Of A Tree2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping on mud puddles that stained her dress with brown dirt she kept running across the forest, guided only by her instinct and her hope.
Hope, that was the key.
A cool breeze of the fresh air grazed her chest, almost making her fall but with the strength of the perseverance for reaching the place she wanted, she continued, until the weather turned chilling and the fog was less thick. She had arrived to that special place, a pretty special place…
In front of her, a big and giant, coarse tree stood with majesty, shinning little round lights in its naked, strong branches.
dissonance felt from butterfly wingsThis inchoate torpor guides medissonance felt from butterfly wings6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I see butterflies;
Bringing dour thoughts, bitter decrees
Broken dreams, lullabies…
Look at their wings; these poor, lost souls
Their bodies left here, to atone.
Look at their wings
Look at their wings
I am one, with spirits unknown
Ghosts, damned, this hell is all they see;
Fears felt, for those who die;
No hues of grey, in pairs of three,
Moan forlorn, mordant cries -
“None will come back, we are alone
Wraiths in a glass, static like stones!
None will come back
None will come back
For bright colours, this plight condoned!”
I nail once more; where it should be -
Where the body will lie;
“This dissonance is inside my
mind, ignore them” I sigh
A nail holds still, one more disowned
Joins the ranks, the words make it known:
“A nail holds still
A nail holds still
This corpse; its soul forever groans…”
A Map to Icebergs--C.Here is the truth: there is ice floating behind the calm of your eyes and the set of your jaw warns me to tread lightly around you. You are an iceberg, strong and silent and frozen to the world, and I am a shipwreck just waiting to happen. One of these days, we're bound to collide.A Map to Icebergs--C.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here is the truth: I've tried to scale your frozen walls a hundred dozen times but I always find a way to fall down. You are an insurmountable force of nature, and I can't help but stand in awe of your distaste for things that are not your own. My timber limbs are drawn to you and I can't stop myself.
Here is the truth: I fall asleep counting the ways your expressions change. You have a different face for every mood and sometimes, I say something stupid just to watch your eyebrows shift. You are a hurricane and I am the ocean, swept along beneath your layered skirts, shattered and shaking, just trying to follow your lead.
Here is the truth: you are always one step ahead of me, and I think I might be using a