the.louder.a.man.shoutsthe.louder.a.man.shouts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gentleman, let us today examine the human conscience
Cut it open; dissect it to the bone, to the marrow if you will.
Once you have it pinned open, you may see that it is
But a rough, over emotionalized tumor.
You may try to give it discipline
Hold its tongue, give it a good chastising.
Save your time, there is nothing you can overcome in it
Its veins thump with evil blood.
Remember that the more a man succumbs to his conscience,
The louder he shouts.
Now let us expose man's need to belong.
Belong to fellow human,
To feel needed.
To be part of the mob
To be the mob.
Gentleman, never trust the mob.
There is nothing it can accom
music has and will continue toTo be human is to share the world, and to do so, one must share himself. Some are uncomfortable doing so. I am one of those people. To allow people to know you, but to know nothing of your true self is to lie. That was the hardest thing for me to understand throughout high school. But I have grown as a person over the last year. I know who I am. Not only that, I have discovered how to express myself in a way that is more personal than an essay could ever be.music has and will continue to7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I imagine doors was half an hour ago. I imagine the stage: the five tall stools in a row, the five microphones, one in front of each, and the five of us, off stage to the right. John Go
x-Bloody Romance-xx-Bloody Romance-x8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It started with
And a wall of boards...
And ended with
you dead body-
neck strangled in cords.
How can something
Go this bad???
Murder's only a word...
It would never occur..
But then came the fateful night..
That is now only a blur.
It began with us
in our natural brown eyed trance.
But at 12:02 AM,
We ended in Bloody Romance.
How can something
Go this bad???
So i left a note
My very own existence..)
And i tacked it to
your beautiful brown eyes..
And it read-
"Sorry I filled you
With nothing but
this one makes twothis one makes two8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing added up this morning
But now, seems a collective,
Reassured in steel
The color of adrenalin
The texture of passion.
Raptured in canopies of bangs
Blown from roots
Shade the sun
Clouds of red.
Lights out at noon.
Burn up grass
The blazing sun couldn't match
The heat created by bodies.
Breaths pouring down
Cut my heart, stitched into a new body
Movie screen blood carrying the pain
Out, down, and into the earth.
Cushions of dandelions.
And this is how it feels
Another stanza for your judgment
Pumps of infatuation and fervor
Into long-clogged lungs
Crackling as they expand--satisfied.
dear mariah...dear mariah...8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The bellhop flashed a gleamingly fake smile at the man, who was just beginning to realize how much he had failed to plan when the red-hated man had asked him if he would like help with his luggage.
"Erm...no." A pause. "Thank you though. I'll bring them up later." There was no way he could tell the poor, obviously underpaid boy that he simply had no luggage with him. That would only cause suspicion.
He glanced up at the vaulted, domed, painted, sculpted ceiling. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful. Well, in truth he had, just nothing that came to mind at the moment. The reason he looked away so quickly back down at his feet was