APH-Asylums and Broken FlowersRussia is the blotted smears of bloodAPH-Asylums and Broken Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the walls of old asylums,
And the screaming of lunatics
As they talk to the moon.
Russia is the horror of the moment,
When the prisoners of invisible chains
Are forced to concede
That no one is ever coming
To free them
From the nightmare of perceived dangers
And sterile devices of torture:
That they are alone,
And always will be.
Russia is a hammer
To break bottles
And abandoned hearts.
Russia is red snow
And too many years
Of cold summers.
Russia is a child crying:
A paranoid, twisted infant
In the face of an internal and eternal
Russia is only as good as his rulers,
And the people he represents.
In his oversized body,
He doesn't know where to go,
Or who to be.
Russia is the personification
Of dead sunflowers,
And the tragedy
Under the influence
And the Northern Lights.
Because his face is splitting open
Along the seams of his mouth,
As if to mirror
The state of his
God, Free Will and OmnipotenceDefinition 1 - God is described as both benevolent and omnipotent.God, Free Will and Omnipotence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D2 - A beign with Omnipotence can do anything.
D3 - A beign with benevolence is concerned with good and charitible acts.
D4 - Free will is, according to the bible, the right God handed to humans, out of which they could find salvation in him.
Premise 1 - If you don't obtain salvation, you will spend eternity in Hell.
P2 - Saving someone from Hell is a good and charitible act.
P3 - An Omnipotent beign could do anything he desires and still not destroy someone's free will, if so he choses to.
Conclusion 1 - God could save someone from Hell without destroying or violating that person's free will.
C2 - If you die and should go to Hell, God will save you without violating your free will, for he is benevolent and capable.
C2a - Following God's Principles is Irrelevant.
C2b - Belief in God is Irrelevant.
Conclusion 3 - God can change the behaviour of a murderer or avoid natural disasters without altering someone's free will, f
TempoI make awkward first impressions with bed sheetsTempo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching to them like memories I so desperately want to have
while breathing slow, 37 beats per minute on the metronome,
into what I imagine is the nape of your neck.
They don't know me like the last ones.
I find no comfort in my comforter
when I wake three times after midnight to find my eyes open,
breathing now slowed to zero beats per minute,
my head throbs and I feel veins in my neck bulge
like serpentine ridges beneath the desert of my skin;
I've tried to strangle myself with headphone wires again.
I peel them out of the crevice they have made,
wincing not so much from pain
but at how this must look like from my pillow's perspective.
So, I clean the blood off
and hold it tight.
I can say "I'm sorry" in three different languages
but my eyes have drained all the liquid from my mouth
leaving me to croak;
A frog without a fly
A stranger in a strange bed
Caught up in a dream I have not yet had
Christianity: A CultI am aware that I might get some hate or offend some people with this post.Christianity: A Cult3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I'll ask that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
These are my personal views and thoughts from what I have observed over my years.
Many think its such a wonderful religion. A perfect religion. And the only way to salvation. And trying to argue this fact with a Follower is like trying to pull a nail out of dry cement. There is no way of getting it out and you are just wasting your time.
The thing with Christianity is that most of the followers now a day, aren't actually following the "Bible" or "Jesus." They are simply claiming to be Christians because their family, friends, etc are. People need something to belong to. They need guidance. They are afraid to be themselves and live by their rules.
Now, you may ask why I all this religion a cult?
I will tell you.
One for the birds.The most beautiful thing about a song birdOne for the birds.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is not it's song;
It's the fact that if they miss a note
No one can tell.
Sitting idly by
Twit-tweeting tunes to travelers
It's up to each of us to misinterpret them differently
The truth is so mainstream
Your Sacrifice"You can cut me, if you rather."Your Sacrifice3 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 left forearm.
I listened as you took deep breath then held 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 your hand back and glared up at me.
There was anger, defiance and betrayal in you beautiful brown eyes.
They're still beautiful not matter what emotion you turn towards me.
As long as they're not empty
APH - Snow Storms and VioletCanada is bleach-whiteAPH - Snow Storms and Violet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like brittle bones
Or the colour of curdled milk.
He is expressionless:
Forgotten and forgetful,
With violet, sunset clouded eyes,
That are as blank as the Arctic snow
In the lonely expanses
Of his heart.
Canada is young,
But sometimes, he feels
That he has lived too long;
Seen too much.
(He hasn't. He's just overcompensating for the fact
That he hasn't seen enough).
Canada is the purple bruises of steel production
On the skyline of his pretty smile,
And the crushed maple leaves
That emerge, half decomposed,
From the snow in the tentative springtime.
Canada is the anaemic, tired servant
To flags that are not his own.
Shrilly, he sings songs that do not match his heart,
Because if he danced to a melody
Reflective of his personality,
He would have to face his selfish core,
And come to the realization
That he is not a peacekeeper;
Just too afraid to fight.
Canada is a broken child:
A small, ineffective figure,
In a vast, incomprehensible world.
So in the echoing cor
G. A. Y.G. A. Y.G. A. Y.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this word?
Does it mean I don't deserve anything?
Does it mean you're better than me?
Does it mean you can bash me? Hate me? Hurt me?
I barely remember the day mum told me my brother was gay. It hardly stands out at all. It didn't surprise me, didn't hurt me, didn't concern me. He was Jesse. He would always be Jesse. It hardly even came as a surprise. I never suspected anything but it made no difference if he was gay or not. Who cares if he liked boys or girls?
The next day though I remember very clearly. All it takes is a tiny little comment. Just one stupid 11 year old boy making some stupid comment about gays. I remember it so clearly. I broke down, inside. I wanted to tell all my friends that day that my brother was gay. How could I tell them now? I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to make that stupid boy hurt for hurting me, for hating my brother, even though he didn't know. He didn't know that my brother was gay, he didn't think he was hurting anyone. Bu