Live in this man's shoesWho are we to play GodLive in this man's shoes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If God isn't even playing for us?
Who are we to think our decision is just?
The only difference between gay and straight marriage is natural additions.
Call me a Liberal,
You can think that I'm gay,
But I'm a Christian in all reality.
I may be seventeen, but what I don't understand
is how people think they're more righteous if marriage is between woman and man.
I don't see you living in a "faggots" shoes.
So why are you against it?
Why do you get to choose?
You call it "unnatural,"
claim homosexuality is a disease,
but in all reality, who are you trying to please?
Claim you're a God-lover or a Bible reading man,
but you attending church on Sundays isn't God's plan?
What's his ideal for you then?
Never legalize gay marriage or conquer your homophobic fear?
Let someone else make decisions who's head is clear.
Society Has No Say On GayYoung and in loveSociety Has No Say On Gay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over and over
We fall for those we shouldn't
Society thinks they have a say
But our hearts have other plans
Those who don't understand
Try to change us
They think that queer is wrong
That queer is curable
I speak for myself when I say,
I've loved many
But only felt right with a few
And one of them is a woman
And so am I
At least genetically
They're like water
You knock a glass over
The water is displaced
But it is not gone
You can knock us over
We will not disappear
Wrong isn't the word for us
Nor is unnatural
Try something like human
Some cells, tissue
A brain that contains emotion
Love, something that is involuntary
It is never too late to discover
To find out who you really are
something others should not control
Society is nothing without numbers
Let those numbers favor our side
And if not, we shall never back down
Walls Come Tumblingyou've a soul of gold,Walls Come Tumbling2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world
you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar
you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give
we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share
does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
we're tainted. broken. here,
backbones hold priority
over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
and eyes that really see.
those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born,
Anti-bullying poem. Friend and foe.As I go to sit down,Anti-bullying poem. Friend and foe.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
you put your leg out,
I just sigh and frown.
I step over as you begin to laugh,
I just place my head on the table,
hoping this day will end fast.
Lesson is over and it's time for lunch,
As I go outside,
I see you again.
I force out a smile,
only to pretend.
You and your friends calling me names.
Throwing your lunch at me,
Snickering that laugh you can't tame
"Fuck sake, I'm fed up with these games."
It's time for another lesson,
The lesson I have to sit next to you.
I've already asked the teacher if I could move,
She just says, "sit down."...
She doesn't have a clue.
Through that whole hour,
I ignore, I ignore, I ignore.
While you laugh at me, more, more and more.
As I leave to go home,
I see you down the alley,
Smoking with your friends,
We are only 14...
I wonder why they wanted to ruin their childhood.
But it wasn't anything of my concern.
I walk away but you grab my arm,
You laugh a little and put your fag butt out on me.
I begin to cry,
Man, did I know that wa
To ____To finally dieTo ____2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To call it quits.
To finally end
My restless fits.
My fits of rage.
My fits of despair.
My fits to which
No damage of can be repaired.
To have my last laugh with life
And my final fight with fate
Before I hit the dirt
And think of non more late.
To finally die...
Call it quits...
To put a rest
To my bleeding wrists.
Write It On The Earth, Draw It In The SkyFor those who keep pencils in their hairWrite It On The Earth, Draw It In The Sky2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And markers in their pockets
Keep notebook paper tucked into your socks
And whose arms are covered in writing
With words to tantalizing to forget
To those who make music when no one is listening
To those who shine on stage when no one is watching
To the late-night-gotta-write-that-down-Hold on one-minute mom I'm writing!
And the people who graffiti poetry
I write this for you
To the hopeless romantics
And unrequited lovers
And the early morning daydreamers
And math class doodlers
And artists beyond help
I write this for you
Don't wait till morning
I'll wait till morning I'll write it down then
Find a napkin
Find a piece of chalk
Write it on the earth
Draw it in the sky.
PeacePieces of darkness drifting all around mePeace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Easy as silence and graceful as the night
Amber grains of wheat beating to their own dream
Cease the tide of hatred and ignorance
Everything and everyone is uniqueness realized
Notice MeLook up from your desk.Notice Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Fuck itFuck itFuck it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have dimes and quarters
But not a single penny
For your thoughts
Random flickers of light
Eliminations in the dark]
My inside eyes play back
Words like love and hate
That doesn't hesitate
To break a heart in two]
Is two better then one?
Can't I have both worlds
With and without
Your lust filled eyes
And ever curling lips?
I've found that clocks
Can't give me time
[No matter how long you
Sweet talk the hour hand
To when you
Said it or
Saved me from the rain
What if I can't save myself?
What if I still need you?
Brain StormMy brain sloshes ‘round within my skullBrain Storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The waves pounding against my temples
Endless chatter screeches like seagulls
My thoughts erupt the cortex as lava
Travelling through my body to Vena Cava
Poisoning my violent beating heart
Rattling the physical and spiritual apart
Where the dust lies one’s mind a chemical eruption
Silence goes unnoticed, in the brain full of disruption
Feelings like tornados uprooting reasoning
Destruction, anger deepening
Where there is silence surfacing the outer skin
There is insanity devising its design for turmoil within
Flaying neurons and catastrophic brain signaling
From subconscious preconditioning
Produce a lightning storm that burns out grey mater
Pillaged tranquility, that’s left my head a throbbing clatter
Choices Left or Right?Choices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chose Left.
I should have gone to the Right.
Silenced by DeathRip my brain out and leave my skull empty.Silenced by Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll take this death as a blessing,
as it stops my thoughts
that rush by like a roaring creak.
No more will voices scream at me,
telling me what to do.
No one fucking wants you, you stupid bitch.
Stop eating; you're fatter than a whale.
They're lying to you, you aren't beautiful
He doesn't love you.
You're pathetic. A whiny little dyke
that should go jump off a bridge.
Slit your wrists and bleed to death.
Everyone will be so much happier with you gone.
We don't want you here.
Go die, you whore.
No more will these memories replay
over and over;
torturing me and breaking my heart again.
A resounding slap echoes throughout the apartment
as I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth
to try and block out the sting of a disappointed parent.
I refuse to open them and see that face
full of rage and regret
of ever creating this disgusting creature they now call their child.
I clench my fists, trembling lightly from the restraint
it takes for m
I'm coming outThis is important,I'm coming out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this is real.
I don't know how to accept,
these things that I feel.
I never gave it thought,
but soon I had realized,
that I was caught.
I liked that cute boy next door,
but then there was that gentle girl.
'Will you still accept me?'
This is no longer a matter of just a he,
but as well as a she.
I wanted to be loved and
But I soon realized, to be happy,
I'll have to break my morals.
The way I felt inside,
made me comfortable and happy.
'Please don't hate me.'
'Don't go away.'
I thought it was a lost cause,
the way she would take my breath away.
I like his protective embrace,
but her soft gentle hands too.
His glistening eyes drew me in,
but her warm smile made me grin.
I prefer to seeing girls,
but guys are also good.
It's so hard to choose,
I really can't decide!
Please don't hate me, or say it's a sin.
I'm still normal,
as all my other kin.
'If God didn't love us, then why?
Why would he make us have this attraction,
if he doesn't want it?'
All My Life...I've either felt like I'm just starting to crackAll My Life...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or totally broken
Never once have I felt fixed
Never once have I felt I will ever be
Panic AttackDo you feel this?Panic Attack2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The walls are closing in...
Can't breathe!Can't breathe!
What is the matter with me?
Just one little touch...
Just one little thought...and...
I can't see.but I see too much.
I can't hear.and yet I hear it all
I can't think.Oh please, make the bad thoughts stop...
I want to claw it all off.
I want to fall to the floor,
to writhe around,
but I can't, can I?
Normal people don't do that.
Sane people don't do that.
Am I sane?
I don't feel it.
All these bad thoughts-and the rush
Sink my teeth into my arm
A welcome distraction
Pull down your sleeves...
Calm your breathing...
The Rush is gone.
Breaking NewsBreaking News.Breaking News2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's somebody's mother.
Who was beaten and raped by another
Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.
Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.
Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.
That's somebody's daughter.
Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.
By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.
Super heros do not exist in this reality.
Does that mean this world is not worth saving?
That's somebody's father.
Who was shot by another individual who would rather
Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.
The things humans can do to each other.
No one can deny this world is not filled with ill repute.
That's somebody's son.
Who was a victim of a hit and run
Situation that should never had occurred.
His family are now seeking solace from a church.
But can anyone really say that in the end
We all get what we deserve?
ChainedEscape these chainsChained2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Beaten, bruised, and bloody
Can't somebody help?
Angel in HellI gave you my love,Angel in Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, my voice.
And asked only for love in return.
You were my light,
My light in darkness.
But you betrayed me,
Saw my dark secret.
Saw it, and left me.
Once again I was alone,
Alone in my darkness.
My one love gone.
Why, my angel?
Why must you hate me?
Look past the monster, see the man!
But when you refused,
So cruelly denied me,
I truly became that monster you feared.
I gave you everything,
And at last gave you freedom.
Freedom from me, the Angel in Hell.
Again I'm alone,
With only the memory of your kiss,
This sweet memory my comfort.
A KissA Kiss2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the stars
We share whats ours
A kiss here a kiss there
A kiss to show you I care
SuicideSuicideSuicide2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Take away the pain
Can take it all away
Take away the pain,
Take away the scars,
Take away the tears.
Is it worth it?
All this hidden within,
My heart dying of wounds,
How long till it ends.
Can I end it today?
Just one task,
Can it end everything?
I feel lost inside,
My feelings locked away,
My thoughts wondering,
I feel like I'm not myself.
Why do I live this way?
Why was I even born?
What is the point of my existence?
I feel like a prisoner,
A prisoner in my own mind,
A prisoner in this world.
Why was I born into this life?
My eyes fill with tears,
Tears of grief,
Tears of pain,
Tears of blood.
All this hidden inside,
Can it all just go away?
Can suicide really be my option?
Could one bullet,
Or one pill
Take away all of this.
Is it worth trying?
Or is there another way out?
Revised Strike Witches TLSlightly revised Strike Witches Timeline.Revised Strike Witches TL3 years ago in Settings More Like This
753 BC: Rome was founded.
550 BC: Achaemenid Empire was founded in Persia.
525 BC: Darius the Great unifies the Orient.
509 BC: The Roman Republic was founded.
500 BC to 449 BC: The Persian Wars with the Greek states.
431 BC to 404 BC: The Peloponesian War occurs.
334 BC: Alexander conducts his Eastern Campaign against Persia.
323 BC: Alexander survives malaria to conduct his campaign against India.
306 BC: Alexander unites the the Middle East and South Asia to his rule. However, he dies shortly thereafter and his heir [who did not survive the civil war] and his generals fight for the control of his empire. The Alexandrine Empire collapsed soon thereafter.
272 BC: unification of the Italian peninsula by Rome.
264 to 241 BC: First Punic War.
218 to 201 BC: the Second Punic War. Rome defeats Carthage in Zama in 202 BC.
168 BC: The Battle of Pydna occurs.
149 BC: The Third Punic War sees Carthage destroyed by Rome.
60 BC: First Triumvirate rules i
Drink CoffeeDrink Coffee2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Following daily routines people stop themselves from enjoying the pleasures of life. Young kids D.A.R.E. to box themselves away from the pleasure of sex and drugs because our society stops them. In America the society made a tea party instead of a booze party. The schools teach truth without courage, perspectives instead of authenticity.
Becoming an adult in middle class America means meeting alcohol in dark houses where someone older than you throws a party you might not have been invited to. Marijuana is the banner for dropout artists and artists that do not drop out. What is the difference between those who do drop out and those who stay with their program? Not marijuana.
I propose nothing. Society maintains a context for life. But you don't have to accept it. Instead of being a complete rebel to form and structure why not consider a different structure. Republican & Democrat are two sides to an object with many sides. This is a world you can get lost in. This is a world you will ge
They Say It Will Get BetterThey say that it will get better.They Say It Will Get Better3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that I will make it through.
They say that they've been in my position,
they've felt what I'm feeling now, but I scream untrue.
They can't have experienced this,
this pain, this suffering,
They can't have experienced this,
and still believe in hope for the future.
If they've been here, where I'm at,
if they've felt exactly what I'm feeling,
they'd know I just want to end it all.
But yet they say put the gun down?
They say it will get better.
Just look at them, they're already healed.
They say that the worst is over already,
now that they're here, they'll be my shield.
They say to trust them,
"Please, don't be reckless!"
They say to trust them,
but that's what the others said
To Be LastTo Be Last2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be last:
I don't like to be last.
Being last means you are the end, at the back, you're the end of hope,
With every expectation upon your shoulders,
Another scar you'll carry until you excel it.
To be last in a world of the best means you are the underdog,
Never given a chance,
Or even a second chance.
Being last is like being the last breath a dying body contains.
We live in the gutter, and we might as well choke on our own despair,
For no one can hear us,
As we scream out of the gripping dark pool of failures that grows as the moon rises
And falls as the sun rises
We must fight for our existence, our essence,
as the fortunate grabs it and pulls it away from our feeb