Whenever he felt his heart shiver, he imaginary stabbed it with his imaginary dagger; anything just to keep it in there, cold and unaffected, away from the feelings which once betrayed it. But this attempt proved too difficult for him… his heart just wouldn't stop feeling… now possessed by the purest joy, and the next moment overcome by utter bitterness and hatred. The source of all evil, the true reason for what he had become in the past few years, was this uncontrolled weakness, this overdose of sensibility, the complot of his mind and soul which brought his life to ruin.
But this was not the last of him! He was too good to waste into nothingness just like that… to be just
SufiYou are always begging for one more moment. Hunger is never sated, thirst never quenched, and always you plead me to leave you with one last drop to wet your eager lips. What more may I offer to you, treasure, than that which has always been yours? How many more minutes like hours, my body like bread and wine? I am oceans but you will not drown. I am gales but your lungs will not be filled. Moon and Sun and stars in your eyes, and I all the darkness which binds them together. Devourer and devoured, annihilation in exhalation. One more taste, yes, then be off.Sufi6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Where art thou, Romance?A single rose...Where art thou, Romance?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a box full of chocolates,
a smile here,
a touch there.
where have you gone?
Are you hiding under lust-filled sheets?
Do you lurk in a loving, tender heart?
Almost a myth,
a legend now...
you come close,
then pull away.
Are you only there for one night?
Is romantic love not to be?
But at times...
there you are as lovers hold hands,
and there you are in a meaningful gaze...
But do you ever stay?
Or do you but flee...?
Flee from the commitment....
Land of the FreeA factory worker and cashier give birth to a sonLand of the Free5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can't go to the hospital, paychecks are done
The mother dies as for the first time her son cries
Leaving the proletarian father to take care of this kid on his own
With only one income, they lose their home
As the father falls into depression following his late wife's death,
His boss decides he's not productive enough to earn his checks
Nothing to eat, nowhere to live
And no one's got charity to give
Is this what you call the "Land of the Free"?
A state built on nothing but greed
Where people are nothing but money-making tools
Slaving for heartless suit-clad ghouls
There is no freedom in this empty place
Let's band together and end the rat race!
The boy is growing up fast and shifting gears
Going to finish high school in a few years
Or he would, but the system never worked for everyone
He can't do math so it's a while before he's done
If he quits he won't be able to survive later in life
Found a girl he wants to make his wife
The CPDA's ManifestoThe CPDA's Manifesto11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Communism In Life: A Short Manifesto
1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralization of credit in the banks of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal obligation of all to work. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of all the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the populace over the country.
Tyler DurdenFuck damnationTyler Durden9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're God's unwanted children
Love your enemy
Hate your friend
We know you'd rather see them dead
Follow the words
Of a false Messiah
2000 years later
Still worshipping idols
Telling your people
What not to believe
How they cannot be right
Unless they blindly agree.
We're all equal
As we walk the earth
But you're more equal
Than the rest of this dirt
Fill up the heads
Of the weak and the needy
You're filling your pockets
While damning the greedy
Telling your children
They're born into sin
And they're damned forever
Unless they give in
It's gone too far
It's gone on too long
It's time to stop this
Lie once and for all
Lenin Psychology EssayLenin Psychology Essay10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Soviet Union has always been seen as the enemy of democracy. This was of course to those who misunderstood the true motives behind the introduction of Communism. Western Governments would have liked everyone to believe that the USSR was the enemy of the free world, when in actual fact; their primary concern lay with the Capitalism that they held so dear. Capitalism allowed democratic governments to have power over their own people by controlling resources and most importantly, money. The people with the most money were the "rich", the upper class, those with assets, experiencing a good standard of life. The "poor" were the lower class, the working class, blue collar workers who worked at steel-works and brought home little money. The democratic governments of the world, and even the monarchist governments, tried to preserve this way of life by oppressing the working class. For 65 years these Western governments were unsuccessful in breaking down the most successful Communist Govern
How to Troll a Capitalist1. Post communist propaganda. Lots of it.How to Troll a Capitalist5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. Ask him what the poor taste like.
3. Repeatedly ask about health care reforms.
4. Post pictures of starving African children.
5. Give statistics for worldwide poverty as well as obesity.
6. Ask if he likes "Soviet Mudkipz". Repeatedly.
7. At some point, say "WORKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!"
8. Ask what BNP members' genitals taste like.
9. Call him a Nazi.
10. List (mockingly) capitalist money-making procedures and end every one with "-PROFIT!1!!1111!!!!111!"
Today Was a DayToday was a day where everything had changed.Today Was a Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today was a day where the world stopped,
Even if you can't even remember it, everything was still.
Yet, everything had happened in a flash.
Today was a day people stopped doing what they always did,
Violently yanked away from their self-absorbed lifestyles,
Actually thinking of others and their nation.
Today was a day where someone you knew,
Someone you didn't know,
Was gone forever in a few, slow, long, anguish-filled hours.
Today was a day where civilians became heroes,
Where people sacrificed themselves to save the lives of others,
Of people they didn't even know.
Today was a day where so many innocent people lost their loved ones.
Friends lost each other as lovers lost their other half
While spouses became widows, children became orphans, and parents became childless.
Today was a day where apathy and indifference had disappeared,
Replaced with anger, fear, and anguish as the people watched
As the great towers burned and the block smoke
Anatomy of a RevolutionAnatomy of a RevolutionAnatomy of a Revolution8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So you want to overthrow the government, huh? Well, needless to say, it's not that simple. This short article will give you useful information as to what it takes to have a successful revolution. Here we go:
1. Do NOT initiate violence. Look at the wars the United States has started. When we attack first, we do not have the support of our people, and generally, we are not successful. To maintain support, you must wait for your ENEMY to initiate the conflict. In our own American Revolution, we only caused violence AFTER the British government had done many outrageous things.
2. Gain support, which means gain money. DO NOT gain this money by any unethical means, for you will lose whatever credibility and support you may have had. To ultimately destroy capitalism, you have to participate in the system first. Capitalism shapes society so that the ONLY way to ultimately gain support is to gain money. Look at our presidents: it takes about $60,000,000 to win an electi
CigarettesICigarettes11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So fuck off
Don't try to persuade me
to douse my burning orgasm
What other cheap joys
come so dependably?
Oh, despite all my disappointments,
You, cigarette, I can always count on.
Bad sex still means a light
a puff and taste of pleasure
Thick curling smoke-fingers
stroke my brain better than any lover.
Underpaid work still means a light
a drag and breathless tremor
like thighs trembling
stimulation by jittering plastic.
Smoke it past the camel-ink
Down to the filter
Breathe in the escaping smoke
The cherry trembling through
rain, wind, sleet or snow
burning tame and explosive at my fingers
Prometheus' truest greatest gift of heart.
Best thing about a lover?
If she smells of smoke and sex.
But that's redundant.
LOVETEST.PASLOVETEST.PAS9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
while (1>0) do
write('man: '); read(man);
write('woman: '); read(woman);
write('initial passion: '); read(passion);
write('daily event: '); read(event);
RagePassion, raging violent hateRage4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Destroying planets in her wake
Her entire body starts to shake
There is nothing that can reciprocate
The fever blinded azure-eyes
Lack the ability to disguise
Emotions and ego-stroking lies
She hopes her victim slowly dies
Her rage is slowly calming down
The animal allows itself to be bound
And settling down on the soft ground
A hollow shell is all that's found.
Why I outgrew LibertarianismHere's a confession, even if it is not one I'm much ashamed of: I used to be a Libertarian. I know there's a lot of definitions for that word, so for the sake of discussion, I am referring to the political position strictly opposing wealth-redistribution like tax-payer-supported healthcare, unemployment benefits, and welfare. Smaller government, I believed, would make a healthier society because it would involve less interference with the earnings of the individual. Personal accountability would be maximized, leading to more competition, more motivation, and a stronger nation. After all, socialism and wealth-redistribution encourages complacency, right?Why I outgrew Libertarianism2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In theory, my ideals seemed to make sense. Libertarianism was the polar opposite of Communism; it advocated for complete personal responsibility rather than collective responsibility. It was a purely individualistic philosophy and that appealed to me. I had always been strongly motivated and enc
BTC - Rear Window ReviewBTC - Rear Window Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Well folks, I hope you all had a good August 13th. I know I did, I celebrated by watching some of the early stuff after feting really sweaty from doing yard work, but I felt it was good to commemorate how he got started- oh? What's that? You didn't celebrate August 13th? Well then, I suggest you get the hell out of here and go watch something less demanding to your intelligence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saQcnblLinc
Well, okay, maybe that's harsh. Perhaps I should explain.
August 13th is the birthday of filmmaker Alfred Hitchcock. If you claim to be a movie buff and yet you've never seen a single film by Hitchcock, then I suggest you hang up your badge and never see a movie again for as long as you live.
Alfred Hitchcock is not just the best filmmaker who ever lived, he's THE essential greatest filmmaker who ever lived. Any filmmaker living today will admit to have taken influence from Alfred Hitchcock; Steven Spielberg applied the Hitchcock method when he was struggling to
The Nature Of Youi could touch you all the time.The Nature Of You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would live under your skin
and in the palms of your hands.
fall asleep on the sand,
in your bed,
and near your body.
i'll carve from your mouth
every flowery word
your tongue whispered.
shoved into a jar
too small for them all,
there is glass cracking and
pressure that can't be contained.
i'm just about to burst.
hands bleed as shards
are put back together.
your wonderful hands.
piano keys and violin strings
are blessed to know your hands.
the intricacies of motion,
the warmth and sweetness
of your blood.
hands.i look at my hands and i am afraid.hands.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are tendons and veins and bones
strung together with a ribbon
of skin. they are the skinny i will
never be. my hands tremble like the moon
in winter with their blues, and cold, sharp
weight. they are hunger-bruised
and sore. every finger wants to
stop from skinning itself, to let poison from
my body. my hands give me wants and breaks
and scars and coping
mechanisms; they take the world and cradle
it in their palms, give me something
to hold and hurt, bring
thickness to my limbs, blood to my
hips and love to my heart. i
am my hands if nothing else:
i am afraid of myself.