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
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
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys5 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
Drinking with My DemonsIts my own reflection that mocks me nowDrinking with My Demons9 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 Woman9 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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
Through Your EyesThrough Your Eyes10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can see me broken on the floor,
I am broken to this mortal world.
I am broken to you,
So toss me out.
Toss me out like a ragged doll,
Worn and frayed at the edges.
So toss me out,
Leave me there in the ice-y rain.
But please understand,
I don't want to go,
Don't want to leave you behind.
Even though I'm broken to you,
I still wish to be with you.
Don't toss me out,
Just take me, sweetly
Into your arms again
Unbreak me, make me whole again.
I'm still just shards on the floor.
Just shards of my self,
Shattered upon the earth.
So please, just take me in your arms
Smother me in your warm embrace.
Take me, make me, unbreak me
And in your eyes,
So, softly you can tell me,
So, lovingly you can show me.
Through your eyes, what have I become?
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?
GoodbyeGoodbye10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe it isn't funny that I love you more now than before
But I laugh at our misfortune and try to ignore
In fear that if I ever begin to cry I may never cease
So I'll remain here unsettled in a desperate search for peace
I have spent so long gently lacing the truth with softly woven words of hope
Decorating pain with pretty lies that allow myself to cope
That the impact of reality hurt that much more as I hit the ground
Yet no one replies to agonized screams as though I never made a sound
So tell me now you've left what is life like up there for you now
Spending your days watching me from your silver lined cloud
Because down here without you everything is hollow
And I have no faith in finding a way to get through tomorrow
After everything you did you thought that sorry could suffice
So we could wipe the slate clean and melt away the ice
And I was that afraid of you I was forced to accept apologetic pleas
As if they could fill all the missing pieces you left in me
Yet of all the people
hallucinationsheat waves don't caress youhallucinations10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like ocean breezes; they
like two-year old
on their bellies,
foaming flames at the mouth.
the only romantic thing
is how she seems to fly
like a mustang
across the sun-soaked
and into the kool-aid blue
she is eight again
and burned a scarlet red
and she's asking if I believe
heaven is in that bright,
while she floats on her
back in the devil's light
"darlin, heaven is where
ice tea is an arm's length
and somehow her quiet laughter
presses through the fog
of a vaporized mind
and somehow her smile relaxes
the choke of afternoons in July
and somehow we are in the
kool-aid blue sky
drinking ice tea with angels
here the sweat does not tickle,
does not sting,
but glistens on our brows
my eyes cannot seeI'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me --my eyes cannot see1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims.
Make me a promise here tonight: love like a tidal wave.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous,
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster
and eating us alive, but I'm not the villain,
despite what you're always preaching.
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all,
I am caught in the web of a lie.
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours.
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The chemicals will bring you home again --
you don't have to believe me,
but don't take too long;
I hear them calling,
and they're getting stronger.
My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd,
and this is my reaction to everything I fear,
'cause I've been going crazy.
Hope.Hope.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I do not need it-
Not the unabridged version
The Cliff's Notes will do.
desolatei want to write something bitter,desolate11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sour and acidic, like the first
shudder after a taste of lemon;
i want to write of how you
kill me with every breath,
every kiss, every sporadic, treasured touch
i want to spill words onto the page
like ink out of a broken bottle,
i want to stab and wound with the fragments;
sear, scratch, pierce
but when i bring you to my mind,
i cannot conjure anger,
nor passion; only a cloud of sadness
i am unable to shake.
there are no nightmares lingering here;
only long forgotten dreams.
Static after the heartsongRadio static,Static after the heartsong5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are bats in your beats
through screaming speakers
silently. It's hard,
to break yourself free
from head dance, from blood
itself. Sing a dance. Tune the mouth.
I watched words dangle off the vacant lips
of you, post-heart. Finish language now
or hold your pause forever.
a solo of wings across fluted wind
and you crescendo,
muffling the mechanical whir
of whizzing, wheezing white noise.
This plague's a symphony.
Bite love off Adam's stalk.
Our words died so long ago
black doves punctured holes into our trachea
and called it flute. It's noise in the past,
It's resonating with another's tongue at the start
I listen with ears,
with cracked shells making
the sound of whales wounded
as they tell the gospel
so quietly. Welcome to Envy Beach.
Take your drum sticks
and hit the golden oldies road, doll--
the milk you knocked back at dinner
left phlegm congealing the wound on your throat
Dripping RedHe was the perfect soldier, like a whiteDripping Red2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pawn on an inky board. Innocent fray:
'Unstained', they named the better man
Who swore to find the other side of Day.
He followed every order graven in
Cold stone. He never broke the dusty chains
Of honor, twisting close around his heart;
The iron singing thunder in his veins.
He dreamed about Tomorrow, the other
side of day. Tear-streaked morning never came,
Rain-washed. The only dawn was drowned in blood
And ringed in coiled dragons: rising flame.
The tide of blood that stained horizons, weep-
ing, splattered gently on his brittle face,
He buried, dead, in rushing water deep.
His hands were clean, without a traitor stain.
His men lie around him, dead at whispered last,
The light of life drains out behind their eyes;
(The clanging horrors of his dreams, cracked glass,
Were false. Despair in icy silence reigns.)
The only color left to him is red,
To mock brave, innocent and silent white:
An afterglow of symmetry he once
Believed could end the sc
Tree Of Rotshe is but theTree Of Rot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(once upon a time)
is now the
she was once