Trial and ErrorTrial and Error10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
See that boy over there, walking down the street,
Kicking a can, ruffling his hair, tripping over his feet.
He thinks about everything that's gone on in his life,
His new girlfriend, his old girlfriend, and even his to-be wife.
He wonders what it would be like if he died that very night,
If people would notice, if people would care, or if they'd be alright.
So he goes on walking, like any other day,
Thinking about suicide, thinking about love, without a word to say.
He gets home, unannounced, and walks up the stairs,
Goes into his room, lies on his bed, and wonders "Am I ever really there?"
And even if all of us heard each other, our desperate cries and pleas,
Is there really anything anyone can do to live this life with ease?
Because all beings, from near and far, that live on this earth
End up dead, gone forever, no matter of size or worth.
See that girl over there, that no one even knows,
She's just eaten a full course meal, but nothing shows,
Why does she put herself through such p
An Ode to StarcraftAn Ode to Starcraft11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With much curiousity
And prompting from friends
I went to yonder Wal-Mart
And money did I spend
Upon a box set
That cost me 20 cash
Upon the front of it
It read "Starcraft"
And so with heart light
And pockets even lighter
I pulled out the CD
And became a fighter
A dark and sinister world
Lay before my eyes
Destruction was at my feet
And it came at a reasonable price!
Clicking here and there
Learning how to play
Killing Zergs, winning battles
Death every which way
I find myself in ecstasy
Their lives in my hands
I control the destiny
Of scores and scores of men
And while I play this game
Huge grin on my face
I recieve a little message
On my little AIM
"Multiplay?" I say to myself
"How odd and intriguing"
And so I sign on
And the odds start leaning
A boy I had once called
A close and dear friend
Launches his armies
And pushes me to my end
As far as the eye can see
And when it's all over
I hang my head in shame
But I instantly felt better
Shut DownBorn of a bitch made of bolts,Shut Down10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a dad who sold microscopes,
He slid out one Friday night.
His heart jump-started by electrical shock,
Thrown into incubation and kept under lock,
He spent three months in that cold tank.
Suddenly, ethereal hands grasped his tender thighs,
Dragging him out from mechanical skies,
Lucy took him home and tossed him into bed.
As he lay there, with eyes fluorescent blue,
He found the environment strikingly new;
But did it even matter where he was?
When he awoke the next morning,
He let out a guttural cry for some milk;
A maid gritted her teeth and mixed the formula.
Manufactured milk doesn't taste as sweet,
As that processed from a mother's teat;
But when it's all you have, it's good enough.
And when he needed an urgent change of clothes,
It was done because of the olfactory, not the nose;
He was made to be clean on Inspection Day.
Oftentimes at night he would attempt to dream,
Wishful thoughts puffing away like steam,
It's hard to imagine being a
Your SlaveYour Slave10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I confusing to you, my emotions unknown
Do you want me to tell you or do you want them to be shown
Dearest mine, please you must contend
My wounds are still opened, they will be hard to mend
You are the one that chose me, and I chose you as well
Do you wish anything from me, all you have to do is tell
Go on turn on me, feel me and touch me as you please
I suppose I am simply a play thing with such great ease
I suppose I am the ragged doll that belongs on an empty shelf
I suppose I deserve that for not showing my true self
You may taste my blood, caress my neck, bite it if you wish
I am yours and yours only like in a silver platter and side dish
Make me yours and caress my skin
Like your faithful pet, with a collar and a chain made out of tin
Make me your slave and touch me anyway
I wish you will love me someday....
Sniper in the GrassSniper in the GrassSniper in the Grass6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Open the bolt and place a round. Slide it home and drop it down.
Sight your target, far away. Seal his fate, doomed today.
Take a SWAG an fix the DOPE. Adjust the crosshairs in your scope.
You watch him talk, you watch him Grin. He is going to die, its your choice when.
Begin to squeeze, just not too fast. He takes a breath, it is his last.
Your rifle kicks, your bullet flies. You adjust, and watch his eyes.
You fired true, you see that Crimson Mist. Just one more dead man on your list.
Men dive for cover, you have them now. You've made their world a
You work your bolt, you know it well. Sences hightened, Sight, Sound and Smell.
One gets up and tries to run. Is he a father? A Brother? A Son?
It doesn't matter, down he does. Sniper, Sniper the Enemy knows.
He doesn't die, his world is pain. His torchered cries drive all insane.
His death is slow, his death is loud. For your country, aren't you proud?
The sun beats down,they start to snap. Sweet life givi
How to write an exciting blogHow to write an exciting blog9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 15 easy steps!
1: First you need a very cool username! Your real name doesn't do. Something with "sex" "666" "devil" "tears" "angel" or a lot of XxXxX in it should do.
2: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
3: Update at least once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
4: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
5: Tell about your sex life. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sex partners, the better.
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should at least g
PromI attended several soccer games. I paid money, I got looks for being out of place, and I drove the distance. Most games, I went to, were across Council Bluffs, but I went to one in Harlan. My grandparents live in Harlan, so it wasn't ALL for Lyndsey. I saw my grandparents for a couple of hours and headed off to watch a short game. I was more out of place at this game than I had been at any others. The team knew me and knew why I was there.Prom10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I headed back and went to more games that month. Prom was approaching and I obtained my tuxedo, one with long tales, got flowers/corsage, got the tickets, and then the day came. I borrowed my parents' 300 M and I picked her up. We met our friends where Prom was going to be held and met the limousine on time. We had to rent
The Bubble MachineIn the beginning the bubble god,The Bubble Machine7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of different colors,
with a similar shape.
on day one,
he created water,
and it was good.
on day two,
he created soap,
it was pink,
and it was good.
the third day,
the soap god got very drunk
but that's a topic
for a different story.
on the fourth day,
this awesome bubble god,
combined water and soap,
and created the first bubble,
and he saw that it was good.
now the bubble god was really lazy,
so on the fifth day he rested.
while he slept,
his bubble angel took his bubble
that he hath made.
this angel's name was satan.
and he took the bubble,
which his god hath made,
and he ate that bubble,
which was not good.
the soap from the bubble,
bubbled up, and the angel burped,
and out came a bubble.
and he burped,
and he burped,
and he burped.
and the bubble god awoke,
and saw what his bubble angel hath done,
and was really mad.
he said "what is this that you have done? you have created, bubble people!"
and this was the beginni
The Longest ShowerThe Longest Shower12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The water was hot.
God, it was hot. Probably the hottest water I'd ever felt. I wasn't gonna say jack shit about it though. I wasn't gonna move out of it neither. As far as showers go this was my first real one in two weeks that felt more like 2 eons.
One boy. One bar of soap. Hot water.
No guards. No fights. I was happy that the only blood running down the drain was old. From ancient souvenirs of the 39 days prior. 1 day passed out in an empty lot at the intersection Broome and Hester with a 6-inch knife through my thigh. 1 day in the hospital, and 37 days in the hands of people deemed caretakers. Minus the care, earned me 4 minor stab wounds, a broken clavicle, and a face that looked like frozen hammered shit.
I needed things to be different.
God the water was hot. But I wasn't gonna say shit. I wasn't gonna move and I wasn't gonna touch the little delicate knob with the small cursive C in cerulean blue. I washed away blood, scabs and the faint smell of stale despair. I got out, and
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
A Marine ChristmasI didnt write this. I Dont know who did, but I like it enough that I want to share it. If the original author wishes this taken down, please contact me and I will take it down.A Marine Christmas7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Marine Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this house did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, No presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On a wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen,
This was the home of a U. S. MARINE.
I'd heard stories about them. I had to see more,
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor of his one bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his f
Barney Theme - Parodyi love drugsBarney Theme - Parody10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drugs love me
heroine and ecstasy
with a snort snort here and a jab jab there
now i'm in intensive care
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 19 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic façade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
Xbox is better than WomenXbox is better than Women10 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.) My Xbox never gets jealous of my PS2 or my Gamecube.
2.) If I get bored I can always go down to blockbuster and rent a new game for about 5 bucks.
3.) It's not a big deal if one of my friends is playing my Xbox behind my back.
4.) When I get my new Xbox2, I won't regret leaving my Xbox alone.
5.) My Xbox is never "not in the mood" when I want to play with it.
6.) My Xbox never complains if I finish playing it too quickly.
7.) My Xbox never complains if I play it all night long.
8.) My Xbox doesn't complain if I never play with it at all.
9.) We'll always have November 9th
10.) My Xbox is always ready to be played.
11.) My Xbox doesn't mind if I let my friends watch me play with it.
12.) My Xbox will never tell me that it "Doesn't play those kinds of games"
13.) My friends and I can get together and all play my Xbox at the same time (awww yea!)
14.) I can play my Xbox right after I take it out of the box. My Xbox won't tell me "I'm not ready for that kind of relationship yet".
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
What you are to me.I don't want to hide any longerWhat you are to me.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanna explain
You did more than make me stronger
So many things I've gained
I treasure those precious moments
The way you laughed and smiled
I playback these thoughts in my head
Oh, I really adore that smile.
You know,you have been
more than the world to me
Can you see?
You're the best thing that ever happened to me
If I'm lovesick,let me be,
Even if its a 5% chance.
You'd always mean the world to me.
And even a 5% chance,is worth the chase.
You're in love with someone else
That won't change the way I feel
My love for you is never false
For my love is real.
I'm not the one who has great appeal
Nor am I as rich as you
But there is one thing I know
Is that I'm attached to you
For you are that hidden key
That open the doors in my heart
To let me see all the good in me
And not to be left alone in the dark
I'm suffering in your silence
My soul is having defiance
But I do know that violence
Will not release me from this.
I wait for you
with tears in
I can't go on.I can't go on.11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's not normal,
How could it be?
To think of death,
As the only way to be free.
I'm so trapped,
This life is closing down,
The walls fall around me,
As im deafened by the sound,
The sound that punches,
From inside my chest,
The pain has found a voice,
A sound that could deafen,
The entire planet,
It screams of all the times,
I hurt so much,
Nothing could repair me,
At the every tear that slowly destroyed me,
How can no one see this!!
How can no one realise,
I'm really not dealing with this life,
My only consciousness,
Is brought about by a knife.
Please kill me,
Please make me someone new,
At least destroy the memories,
Of the nightmares ive been through.
I cant pretend much longer,
Things are not ok,
I cannot live,
There's not much more of me to give,
So maybe its time,
I gave this life away.
I wish that I could be,
So much more than what I am,
I try to improve this tattered shell,
I just keep hoping that I can.
The hope is wearing thin now,
.What.Did.I.Do?..What.Did.I.Do?.10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Have you ever cried so hard.
that you couldn't breathe.
have you ever had someone stab you in the back.
and laugh as they watch you bleed?
have you ever loved someone so much, but they never understood?
have you ever been abused for being bad.
when you were trying so hard to be good?
have you ever cried a billion tears.
asking God why?
and do you know how it feels to fall asleep at night.
wishing you would die?
have you ever been thrown against a wall, with a gun held to your head?
and those words whispered in your ear that say,
if you fight me youll be dead...
have you ever thought you could trust someone, but they just throw you around?
and you try so hard to hold back the tears, as you hit the ground?
have you ever watched your sister lie in front of you,
and slowly fade away?
and you're just too young to understand, she won't be there the next day?
have you ever watched your best friend get shot, outside your favorite store?
have you ever overdosed on drugs,
because you just couldn
AfterlifeAfterlife10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
Waiting for the rainHere,Waiting for the rain10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the earth cracks like unpolished leather.
A woman sits nursing,
(her life drying up like an ancient waterhole)
and dreams of verdant green.
Spring, she reads in an old school book,
is found in lands that have time to blossom,
while she waits for the rain.
Dodge..Dodge..Dodge..6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is it, girl??
What's on your mind??
Why must you dodge my heart
My loving is calling for you
I'm telling you how I feel
It's real and true
Quit dodging me, please
I feel like you are looking at me
Giving me a smile, but you couldn't speak the words you want
Having thoughts that you want to get it over from your chest
You clenched your feelings so tight
Thinking through you had some questions
Needing answers as you come toward me
Walking so slowly, but getting closer
So fine, you remain
Very fine, you give me no pain
Words pop up on my mind
I want to tell you so much
Even my deepest secrets
Not holding back
I would confess to you
Why must you dodge my heart
My loving is calling for you
I'm telling you how I feel
It's real and true
Quit dodging me, please
Trying to be sure
I'll be yours that's for sure
No doubt that I would lie
I'm terrible at it
Don't forget this time
It makes a destiny play a rhyme
Melody music that hooks a chime
Tune it up, tune it rig
Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing ~
There?s no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting ~
I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon ~
It?s a form of expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson ~
Don?t be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too ~
We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers ~
Check the features; connect the speakers, breakers rocking Adidas imbedded sneakers, I?m a pro found to teach ya ~ (lol)
Head-spins arouse up-roar from the bleachers; we?re just the seekers; enough props to founders and teachers ~
Preachers preach to reach; an art form that involves its own speech; we vibe when we hear a record screech ~
DJ?s drop ?break beats? like ?shattered instrumentals?; gather credentials; four type?s of e