The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
Why Occupy Wall Street SucksAfter months of protesting the wrong people, the Occupy Wall Street movement finally got a clue and went to Washington D.C. on January 16 to stage Occupy Congress.Why Occupy Wall Street Sucks3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And boy was it a real bust!
Despite the liberal media praising it, the protest only managed to garner a few hundred protesters instead of the over ten thousand it claimed it was going to have. Add the fact that donations have been dwindling and protests across the country have been getting evicted, and the Occupy movement could very well be going through its death throes.
People keep asking me why I don't support the Occupy movement. After all, my hero
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Red Vix?Red Vix?Red Vix?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tyler Benson arrived at 6pm to his apartment building, exhausted from yet another long day at work. While 24 is not too old, that wasn't to say he often found the job tiring. Opening the door to his empty apartment, He practically threw his briefcase on the couch as he opened the door and headed to his room without a care as to where it may have landed. As usual, thinking about how he was doing in the company he was working in, CirMor. It specialized in software development, ranging from organization programs to smart systems which used from advanced genetic algorithms to neural nets.
As he kicked his shoes, wishing Friday's were casual as he got on his normal home clothes, discarding the suit and shirt in favor of a more homey attire. Working as a salesman in CirMor really wasn't as interesting as he thought in the first place. Now he was utterly bored of the place, the protocols were exaggerated and tedious as his co-workers were really apathetic to even offer a helping hand
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Quotes from serial killers"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund KemperQuotes from serial killers8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper
"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper
"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates
In Search of an Old RecipeDown a wintry lane, where streetlampsIn Search of an Old Recipe8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,
I pass an old neighbors house and
a village café. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough
always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past.
Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope
that time can always be paused
and people can always gather.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce.
And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory.
Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee.
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
The Unemployed Assassin“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here, Jim?”The Unemployed Assassin5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I crossed my legs in an attempt to get comfortable, but it only made my sitting position worse. The fancy couches in Dr. Valencia’s office had less support than a deadbeat dad and she probably only chose them because it made the room seem like a still from a movie. It might have worked if I was a pretty young lady lounging about, but it only made me more uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m going to go to jail if I’m not here every week,” I replied. “That was the bargain.”
“That’s not really what I was asking about.” She knew the truth, but just wanted to get some sick satisfaction out of hearing me say it.
I kept my mouth shut and let her look like she was anticipating something for five minutes. If I could use up the whole hour doing that, I was set.
She tapped her fingers on her ledger. “You know, Jim, we’re having the
Twas the night before FrostfallTwas the night before Frostfall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twas the night before Frostfall and all through the hold
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll.
The loot chests were stacked by the hearth with care,
In hopes that Dovahkiin would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sweet rolls danced in their heads.
And Lydia in leather, and I in my steel
Had just settled down to rest and to heal.
When out in the yard arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to destroy the mad twatter
Away to the door I flew like a dragon
Tore open the store and drew up my flagon
The moon on the woods gave a sinister sneer
As the wind gave a yell like frightened reindeer
When, what to my wondering eyes I did peer,
But a large wooden sleigh and eight frost trolls did appear.
With a grizzled war fighter, so nimble and pissed
I knew in a moment twas not a scene to be missed
More rapid than arrows his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
“Now Thrasher! Now Smasher! Now
My Inner DemonHaunting, it's inside me.My Inner Demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying, it's living.
With sharp teeth, it devours.
Strong, I rise up against it.
The deal is my soul or suffering.
The first strike is mine, but from there it's down hill.
It pushes me to the edge of insanity.
Tipping on the balance, I manage to push back.
But I never win, I never manage to land more than two blows before it strikes again.
With chains, this inner Demon of mine, binds my heart and mind.
Separated, they fight me.
How do I win?
The Writer's InkJonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A single lamp illuminated the round table he sat at, allowing him enough light to see the edges of it and nothing more. A tea pot and half-empty cup sat in the centre. With a trembling hand he reached toward it and took it towards his lips, not truly looking at it as he drank. He set the cup down on a plate. The cup rattled against it, the only sound save for the thunder that rumbled in the distance.The Writer's Ink8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He heard a switch flick. Jonathan shut his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the harshness of the light that filled the room. He opened them again to see a small, white kitchen. A single window and two doors broke the array of cabinets the covered the walls.
Standing in an open door was Chris, Jonathan’s friend and housemate. He had a hand on the light switch.
“John, what are you doing? It’s after midnight!” Chris asked.
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
Guide - realistic dictatorI've noticed a trend of having dictator/world-ruler/people in a position of power characters. Normally, I find these types of characters fascinating - I love hearing the minutiae of how they keep their regime in control, the cults of personality they develop, their rise and their fall ... it's one of the reasons I love 1984 so much; is Big Brother real? Did he even exist in the first place? Who is the real leader of Oceania? Unfortunately, I've begun to see it addressed shoddily and without much thought, so I decided to make a guide of sorts (more like a glorified checklist) for anyone who is curious on how to develop their dictatorial character, and to make them realistic.Guide - realistic dictator3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Why do they want power?
I have seen this written away with, "because they want to control everyone", which is true to an extent with many historical figures who were dictators, and also fictional characters. However, this often goes much deeper than "wanting to control everyone" or "they're mad, I tell you! MAD!"
Gender Roles 101WKeep your fingernails clean, and keep your voice down. Don't climb the monkey bars when wearing a skirt. Keep your legs together or crossed. No daughter of mine will become a slut.Gender Roles 101W10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"That's not very lady-like."
No, I will not have a tea party with you. Take your other dolls and use your imagination. Don't try cooking without mother there to watch you. Use your KidKraft Kitchen, and just make-believe the batter. Dream of palaces and ponies, settle for a kitten and leave him INSIDE the house. It's ok to play in mother's high heels, you'll need to practice. Wear pink and pigtails and for God's sake, don't try to cut your own hair. Don't play with the boys across the street. They're too rough, you'll get hurt, you'll turn into a tomboy or a lesbian. Just play princess and dance to the Spice Girls on your Hello Kitty Karaoke. Don't slouch, practice good posture. Don't talk with food in your mouth. Don't burp. Don't talk too loud. It's ok for you to cry, but not too much. No daughter of mine
Pieces of EightDeep in the depths of the oceanPieces of Eight8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seven thousand silver fish
Synchronized in silent devotion
Deep in the depths of the ocean
Secrets hidden in the motion
Loud as a dead man’s wish
Deep in the depths of the ocean
Seven thousand silver fish
50 Signs of the Apocalypse1. A man burns down New York City trying to microwave Canned Bread.50 Signs of the Apocalypse4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Alaska passes a law enforcing a mandatory bikini dress code for all persons outdoors.
3. Texas becomes its own Republic (again) and invades Oklahoma.
4. North and South finally settle their differences and become one big Dakota.
5. A Mary-Sue becomes an International Best-Selling Author.
6. The Government hires zombies and trains them to eat vegans.
7. North Korea has a Nuclear Misfire and blows itself to kingdom come.
8. A private detective reveals a clan of lethargic, overweight ninjas.
9. The Earth's core spontaneously turns into fondue.
10. Violent Riots of angry Pacifists strike major streets across the nation.
11. The USA suddenly turns to Soviet-Dictatorship rule by Evil Robots.
12. Artificial Intelligence becomes a reality, soon followed by Artificial Stupidity (think GIR from I
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Serial KillerHandling knives with utmost care,Serial Killer3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of death lingering in the air,
Blood splattered on everything I wear.
Motive or disease;
A quick kill just doesn't please.
The loud tortured screams,
Tears flowing in streams.
I cause quite a scare,
Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.
They scream that I'm going to Hell,
But oh, very well.
It's better than this society that fell.
I always get away,
In this game that I play,
I love to kill every night and day.
And I will not cry
Over the day I will die,
Because death and I aren't very shy.
I'll kill to my demise,
And I will say no goodbyes,
For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
how to get drunk and not mean itfirst:how to get drunk and not mean it6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
say you’re just looking to have fun.
don’t tell her about the last time this happened.
plan on staying away from beds and grabby hands.
plan on forgetting for once.
lay in bed anyway because you trust her.
debate if that’s wise.
contemplate the universe and what dying feels like.
decide it sounds like her laughter.
feel like dying.
let her hold you.
try to decide if you want to remember this tomorrow.
whisper into her mouth that you love her.
let her shakily toss it back.
lie to yourself.
say you’ll forget.
wake up with her in the other bed.
complain about the headache.
don’t complain about the lack of warmth.
she’ll ask if you remember last night.
be hurt when she does too.
write poetry about how you don’t care.
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
Me, You and ShoesI saw your shoes the other day. It was just a glimpse of them as you went through the door, but it was enough. Funny, there must have been fifty people around. It's been years and my subconscious can still pick you out of a crowd.Me, You and Shoes2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wasn't sure it was you, though. That's why I'm eating lunch on this bench. I was checking to make sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me, digging up old stuff I thought I buried behind everything I tried to make new in my life. I used to follow guys in orange coats down the hallway, praying they'd turn around and be you. I always felt foolish when they weren't, but it took me months to break the habit. I wanted to make sure I wasn't suffering a relapse.
Of course, it was you. God loves to pretend he's one of those strangers who have a nasty habit of returning things you tried your hardest to lose.
You didn't see me. But then, y