Scientology ExplainedScientology Explained6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Seriously it is a sinister...
Controling cult, full of...
Neo-Nazis with a...
Totalitarian motive, who force...
Opression upon any and all who...
Lobby against this...
You've got to be kidding me, if you believe in this Cult.
The Scientology CreedTHE CREED OF THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGYThe Scientology Creed9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We of the Church believe:
That all men of whatever race, color or creed were created with equal rights;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own religious practices and their performance;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own lives;
That all men have inalienable rights to their sanity;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own defense;
That all men have inalienable rights to conceive, choose, assist or support their own organizations, churches and governments;
That all men have inalienable rights to think freely, to talk freely, to write freely their own opinions and to counter or utter or write upon the opinions of others;
That all men have inalienable rights to the creation of their own kind;
That the souls of men have the rights of men;
That the study of the mind and the healing of mentally caused ills should not be alienated from religion or condoned in nonreligious fields;
And that no agency less than God has the
COLUMN - ScientologyCOLUMN - Scientology8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
By now youve probably heard of this relatively newand quickly spreadingbelief system known as Scientology. Tom Cruise is probably to blame for your knowledge of this religion.
Other celebrities joining the Scientology madness include Kirstie Alley, Beck, Nicole Kidman, Priscilla & Lisa Marie Presley, Isaac Hayes, Catherine Bell, Jason Lee, and John Travolta, among others (scientology-kills.org).
It is my professional opinion that Scientology is nothing but a sleazy cult.
Scientology was created in the 1950s by a science-fiction writer named L. Ron Hubbard. He utilized a combination of hypnotization and greed to create his religion. In Hubbards own words:
"Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion."
Readers Digest reprint, May 1980
Little less than a decade later, he created Scientology.
In this religion, one tries to re
To be BritishWhat makes a person British?To be British8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it flying the union flag up in the air?
Is it our fashion sense abroad, that says I don't care
Is it our obsession with the weather every day?
T-shirts in January and snow fall in May!
The never ending story of the hose-pipe ban
Seems to have been around since the dawn of man
Is it our freedom of speech, our sense of fair play?
Is it playing the bad guy in some film seen every day?
Is it our accents, from posh to horrid and everywhere between?
Is it the longing of keeping things as they've always been?
Is it the desire to weigh everything still in pounds?
Even if the metric system is so much more sound!
Is it driving on the left and not on the right?
Giving all foreign tourists a hell of a fright!
Is it our love-hate relationship with France?
That we want to be like them and yet skewer them all with a lance!
Is it our green and pleasant land?
Is it because it is the bastion of where good manners still stand?
No, the thing that makes us British
Is a nice
Angel Of DeathAngel Of Death9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crucified, choking in the blood that once gave me life.
Stripped of my soul, I bleed, but still feel nothing.
My bloodshot eyes no longer see the dismal world around me.
Bones broken, breaking though the skin,
The remnants of my dead, torn soul lingering in the bloodied shell that was once so full of life and happiness.
The young carefree happy days have long been brutally slain and forgotten.
I wake up to see an Earthly hell.
Dead and broken is the soul that once burned so fiercely.
My body is cold,
My blood no longer flows warm.
Ripping the cold human flesh that once held me,
The bright lights that used to be my future have now burned out.
Death will carry me to somewhere I do not know,
But any place is better than here.
Before I lose my last grip on life, my memories fill me, breaking what little I have left of my heart, soul, mind, and body.
The tears of which my eyes leak fall into deep wounds and cause pain only my half-dead body can feel.
Death seems only too patient to come and
I Want a Bowler HatI Want a Bowler Hat9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I want: a bowler hat
A 14 mile 'nana
And a soft-spoken polar cat
And to know - who is Brianna?
I want a friend named Charlsey
Pennington Brighton McToot
And a little sprig of parlsey
On each side of a barbecued boot
I want to finally realize
That I was right all along
And to wrap all my fingers in twisty-ties
While I hum, if not sing, you a song
I want a pet heffalump on a string
and a loop and a moon and a name
I want to change 'most everything
But have it all stay the same
I want tubes and tubes and tubes and tubes
Of the craziest crazy glue
I want a word to rhyme here that's not "boobs"
So I won't be offending you
I want to grow a set of gills
And learn to play Parcheesi
I want to go listen to "Hollow Hills"
I want springtime to make me less sneezy
But mostly I want to not miss you so much
And not have to dwell on That
And then I would be all contented, and such
With just a new bowler hat
Walk in the Cold Brisk RainI decided to take a walk in the rain.Walk in the Cold Brisk Rain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my umbrella probably
It's gonna be cold out,
but I don't care.
I want to take a walk in the rain,
so I can feel the water dripping down my
It's thundering and lightening out,
that'll make it less
I'm only doing all of this just to take my mind off
The Death of Sebastian DeJorgeThe Death of Sebastian DeJorge10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Horrid after death shudders run through your body.
The blood drenched walls scream in agonizing pain
as they give off your resilient heat.
I hold your limp lifeless body close to mine.
The thought you loved me never crossed my mind.
"I love you. I always have please
Those words haunt my dreams.
The thought we shared the same bed.
The sensation of your now long gone embrace.
As I sit here in a pool of blood, I weep.
Not tears of sorrow, but drops of liquid emotions
swirling down my face.
They well up like my love for you and tear sickly
twisted paths, screeching their sorrow filled song;
Wiped away with clenched fists.
I bludgeon your chest with heated anger and kiss
the soft bruises.
Slivers of words escape between breaths.
I loved you. I can't be more true.
I see the gun lie on the floor.
Blood oozes from its muzzle like a beast who has
captured its prey.
The self inflicted shots and screams of family still
echo in my head.
Over and over like de
The glass teardropI saw it in a shop, I barely remember what I was doing there now. It was one of those shops full of useless odds and ends, knick-knacks, good-looking junk. I think I was shopping for an aunt, letting my gaze sweep across the tacky wares in the hope of spotting something inspirational. There it was, in a crowded display cabinet in the back corner of the shop. A glass teardrop.The glass teardrop9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It wasn't one of those cheap pieces of glass on string, nor a faceted crystal teardrop. It was suspended inside another block of glass somehow, with other shafts and angles intercepting it, but not splitting it or spoiling it. I stared at it for countless minutes trying to work out if it was glass and air, cracked glass, sheets of glass or some other clever technique. The light poured around it, bright and dark, but it still stood alone in the centre of its block.
I must have stared at it for too long, because the little old lady who worked behind the counter appeared at my side and asked if she could help me. I a
LullabySing to me a lullabyLullaby10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That is so pure it makes me cry
And every time the morning breaks
It makes me hope I'll never wake
I'll sing to you another song
A hymn that tells of something wrong
If angels gave their life for me
I'll tell you that they died in vain
I'm serious and deadly so
I don't want all your words of hope
Hope's made one more fool of me
And made my life a mockery
So take me to another place
A land far from this human's race
Where nothing really matters more
Than getting your foot in the door
A land where cash and SUV
Are sins to have where all can see
And my meek and lonely face
Can be the king of my own space
And my cool and darling love
Will not sit perched as mourning dove
But in a field of daisies lay
Just like children perched to play
I look at hope away from here
Close to mistrust, closer to fear
But here I stand, a dreamer still
Even though my dreams have made me ill
My mistakes are made, they're set in stone
And my chosen path is walked alone
I'll stop my sight and
AngelicaAngelica (My Final Prayer)Angelica10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call?
Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all?
Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind?
Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.
Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave
Was dying really the only way to save your sanity?
Angelica you'd died of a heartbreak I'll never understand.
You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.
Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul,
Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole?
In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed?
And is anyone up there giving you the bandages you need?
Have they wiped the dirt of heartbreak yet so far away?
Are you beautiful again my love? Can you stay that way?
Has heaven purified you so that you'll never hurt again?
Is it really a new beginning, or…is it just the end?
Angelica, do you miss me, up in the sky so free?
When it rains down on the earth, is tha
Meet Me HereSometimes, we might dream of meeting the one we love.Meet Me Here7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what if you know you love someone you've never met?
It get's alittle hard after that.
Mostly when you can't even tell a soul.
"Who're you talking to on the computer?"
"...No one. Just...Roleplay."
"Oh. Alright, just don't talk to any strange people."
"Hey, who're you texting?"
"Huh? Oh, just some girl."
They love each other through a phone, through instant messenger, through computer...
And they finally get to meet.
"Okay, Megan, explain. Who's this girl?" Joe asked his little cousin, getting annoyed. "No one, just a girl I know. Oh, this way." Her heart was pounding, she was finally going to meet Kallie. Her and her older cousin were in California, in a car, going to meet a girl at a Starbucks. Megan rarely got to visit her cousin and his partner, and this time, she was going to meet the girl she knew but didn't know.
Joe sighed, "Look, I know you won't tell, but why do you want to see this girl?" He asked, still sta
PUREWATER -- apologuePUREWATER -- apologue7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a time there was a house with thirty-four bottles of bleach lined up underneath the bathroom sink.
tiles white and walls washed over, the windows were blanked with newspaper rubbish-- a white jugged mosaic crossed with blue plastic labels dominating the walls of the tiny living room that a reclused boy and his cadaver of a sister called home.
he stocked them stoic, set them in line-- the forty-seven bottles under the kitchen sink proving three short for the week.
"one more hour today," he'd always say. "and then you'll be better tomorrow."
laid up and tied down by her very longlived specimenship, she counted. the bottles and the hours, the cramps and cringes, every day accounting different numbers to the attributes of her illness. she kept track, indelible by way of needle points and chemical burns, so that every single day, she could tell him.
it was the closest thing to truth she could still feel.
"thank you," she would always say, between her shivers.
Child of WarChild of War10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is not a tale of tragedy or a lamentation, nor is it a glorification of war or peace, or an accusation of criminal nations who encouraged this war. It is simply a diary -- my life as a child of war, both frightening and exciting, where life was suspended but life went on anyway. A life neither happier nor sadder than that of any other child on the planet, but more unusual perhaps, and sometimes astonishing in how normal it all was to me. Which is why I like to share this piece of writing: I feel it is a unique perspective on this kind of event, as I have strived to keep it void of post-rationalisation and political context to keep it, as purely as possible, an insight into how this was experienced by a kid's mind, and for that I put myself back into my mindset of the time to write it. This shows in the "voice".
I was born in Beirut on September 11th, 1979, in the basement/shelter of the clinic where my mother had gone to give birth. We immediately left for Mu
Alone in the Rain - SilverLighAlone in the Rain - SilverLigh10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing out here alone in the rain
Trying to wash away all of my pain
Drowning the sorrows from past years
Hiding from my nightmares and fears
The rain just gets harder and faster
I miss the good times and the laughter
I hide from it out here in the wet and cold
And I suffer from the things I've been told
The rain follows where tears once went
The rain like the pain shows no repent
I suffer for everything I am deep inside
And I remember the tears I once cried
I look around and see puddles of rain
Getting deeper and deeper like the pain
The puddles that used to be puddles of tears
The feelings and thoughts from all my fears
I can't explain to you the way I feel
And maybe by standing here I'll heal
I'll somehow wash away some of the pain
And I'll just stand here alone in the rain.
elbows + kneeselbows + knees6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances
& scattered debris.
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
burnt & surrendered
the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
oh the heat
& the cold--
the dead sufficed
the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.
i want to know more than this.
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
elbows & knees,
elbows & knees,
worn thin from
(oh god, the heat).
of marks i've got
flashlight incandescent of a shutterclick flame
all the stares
all the stairs
that i never get to use.
this is the kind
Acting Out of Character Part IThe glass fogged up with every breath Jackie took, obscuring her gaze for a moment before the opaqueness receeded again to reveal the street and people milling below. It was so strange that she couldn't hear all the noise they must have been making out there in the spring sunshine. It was strange enough that everything around her was so silent... and so filled with books.Acting Out of Character Part I7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jackie had never gone to a book store. She had been in them before of course, but she'd never really gone to one with the intent of going there. She'd never thought that you could spend any great length of time in a book store. It wasn't like shopping for clothes where you could try stuff on and imagine what people would think about it, and laugh about what your friends were trying on and telling them what you thought about it. You couldn't have fun shopping for books.
Or could you? Jackie imagined the stacks of books pil
DepressionSadness....Depression4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Loss of interest.....
Can't go on...........
Thoughts of Suicide.........
and a pill is going to get rid of all that?
give me a break...
(and no, not a kit-kat bar)
90% of every person in the world suffers through depression.
some know why and some don't.
now when we talk about depression, it's no joke.
a person can laugh outside, but could be dying on the inside.
the friend you know and love can be thinking about ending his/her own life when they get home in the end of the day...
one thing is for sure....
whether you decide to believe in God or not is your choice.
I believe that God has given me one of many solutions to overcoming depression (well.... several solutions.)
please take the time to read this.
it will help, and if you're not depressed....
learn this to help others and yourself when depression hits.
by looking at how there are other people in the world, who go through so much worse than we do, and they still manage, is a way to look at how you can overcome these
DespairingDespairing10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
Believers: Laugh With UsYou are SMARTER than these stories,Believers: Laugh With Us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MORE MORAL than this god.
You're A living part of a universe
More beautiful and amazing
than any heaven could
ever hope to achieve.
Laugh with us!
At these Bible stories,
these usurpers of reality's origins,
these obviously silly
and detrimental beliefs,
and stop allowing other men
to convince you to be
emotionally attached to