Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:Nudity and Sex: Deal with it9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte
Gay marriage? -BloodyteardropsGay marriage? -Bloodyteardrops11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Gay marriage...right or wrong?
Ask anyone what the most controversial issue of the year has been and they will more than likely say the debate on gay marriage. Is it right or wrong? There is nothing wrong about it! Everyone is entitled to the pursuit of happiness! Also, aren't all men and women created equal? What makes gays and lesbians different from heterosexuals? Since when have religion and state become one?
The Declaration of Independence was written on July 4th, 1776. In the opening paragraph it states "… that they are endowed by their Creator certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. All American citizens are entitled to these rights, be they gay or straight. If getting legally bound in marriage to the one they love makes heterosexuals happy then why are gays and lesbians denied that same privile
Daylight BreaksThe silence of night aborbs meDaylight Breaks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I tread this lonely road -
my passage to dawn.
My apparent desolate surroundings
make me feel vulnerable,
for vulnerable is what I am -
to a wooden stake of vengeance.
The silence of night is broken.
I hear the screams of the village behind
and it dawns upon me
that I am not wanted.
I'm no longer absorbing the silence
but yet my depression -
this curse that is mine,
but I do not o
Vertigo ContusionsVertigo contusions concieved at the wrist.Vertigo Contusions10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Severance from this sidereal bliss.
Inertiatic pandemic spreads like fire.
Ashes to remain on the </i>funeral pyre.</i>
Cardiac wraiths</i> now mar his visage.
His iris falls upon a sapient image.
Mascara lips; scissors and suture
Tunnel spread: he is their future.
Ashes now remain on the funeral pyre.
Illusions are lost beneath the warm mire.
Carpal snare, levitating queens.
Parachute fall is the only means
to escape the erudite whirlpool.
Another added to the toll, a facet of the jewel.
Shaking hands with
the undertow again.
Gay MarriageGay Marriage10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why is it that "faggot" and "queer" and "homo" have all become insults. Some people (most guys I know) get so angry when I jokingly call them gay that they won't even talk to me for days. This is ridiculous and disrespectful. Do you think the gay community goes around to their friends saying, "Dude, you're such a hetero. Get away from me" nope, they don't.
We had this very brief discussion during civics last year. Mr. Jordan says, "We aren't going to debate gay marriage
Veronica, "Well, why not?!"
Jordan, "Because anyone against it can't get passed the argument of that they just think homosexuality is wrong"
Veronica, "That's because that is the only argument they have against it. There is no real argument."
Jordan, "I said we aren't debating it."
Veronica, "No, but we can debate abortion and the death penalty, gun control and some stupid law in some retarded state that won't let some kid get photographed in the year book with a rifle. Clearly that case has some intellectual impact. Te
Papa Don't Preach. With a heart left cold,Papa Don't Preach.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By his old man's hand,
Lost At SeaThe sky turns a shade of redLost At Sea10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the sun dips into the water.
A man loses himself in the splendor:
Dreams form of places beyond his reality
as the sun finishes its wane;
he fires the lighthouse up.
And he is lost at sea.
While Reading the NewspaperThe push and strain,While Reading the Newspaper10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hurt and pain,
it must end sometime.
I sit and wait,
my colon aches, as
I tightly shut my eyes.
Luckily for me,
there happens to be,
medicine for this kind.
It is called ex-lax,
it helps you relax,
to poop without cryin'.
The Angel and the DarknessHeaven weeps for its daughterThe Angel and the Darkness9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While Hell rejoices its son.
A star falls to the Abyss,
Yet still shines on.
Oh Angel in the darkness,
Dancing for your one true love.
Star among the ashes,
Your only sin was love.
Through darkness and through fire
She's traveled to your side.
Lord of dark and demons,
You have claimed your bride.
Oh Angel in the night,
Laying in his arms.
Caught in his eyes of embers,
Your only sin was love.
Hands so stained with blood
Caress the innocent skin.
In his heart lies only her,
In hers there's only him.
Oh Angel in the fire,
Bathed in flaming light.
You've fallen far from home,
Though your only sin was love.
Two souls, once so far apart,
Joined now in the night.
Two hearts now beat as one
As the darkness weds the light.
Heaven weeps for its daughter
While Hell rejoices its son.
The Angel dwells with Darkness,
Her only sin was love.
Slipping away from me...IF I JUST CLOSE MY EYES AND PRETEND EVRYTHING'S OK.Slipping away from me...9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I CAN FEEL THIS PAIN JUST SLIP AWAY.
NIGHT'S EMBRACE CAN BE SO LONELY.
WHEN YOU'RE SLIPPING AWAY FROM ME.
Lying in this bed.
These sheets tell of sorrow.
Feeling so dead.
Don't wanna wake up and face tommorow.
I just can't bear to lose myself.
So I've gone and lost you instead.
I will not leave all of you in suspense.
I REFUSE TO GIVE BLOOD FOR YOU.
So I'll sacrifice us at the expense.
OF TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH.
IT'S SO DARK HERE.
I can't make out the difference between thruth and lies.
MY DARKEST FEAR.
Is soon realized.
When my bloodshot eyes lock with your's.
That look on your face is reopening the sores.
I promise not to leave without reason.
BUT I DIDN'T SAY IT WOULD BE A GOOD ONE.
My memories change with the season.
MY LOVE FADES WITH THE SUN.
So if I just close my eyes and pretend everything's ok.
I can feel this pain just slip away.
Night's embrace can be so lonely.
When you're slipping away from me.
I'm hungryI want to eat.I'm hungry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glorious picture
of ripe fruits and tall water glasses
I smile at the notion.
Spit drips from wet teeth.
But I'm not blind and I see
a pathetic useless whore
licking all over a glossy photo of what she lusts for.
I want to hold
a piece of pretty toxic colored paper.
I want to taste
a thin dry flavorless image that begs to be taken.
Why won't you satisfy me?
Grabbing the picture, I rip you to bits.
The VesselWounded and clearheadedThe Vessel10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She sits alone in a world where motherhood has lost its Merit
Her heart returns to that one gnawing, recurring thought,
'Please, God, let them be well'
Three years deluged with promises,
Filled with the emptiness of Naught
Brutally-the truth SCREAMS louder and louder its obvious altruistic taunt:
"You were USED, like some wondrous and efficiently perfect"vessel"
One which miraculously built that perfect little package
Back late in 1996, all wrapped up in pink
That precious last one that nearly bled her extinct...
VoicesVoices10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People always pressure me
with what they want and need
but never once do they ask me
what i want or who i want to be...
They make me do things i don't want to
and listen to music i don't like,
I ask them for a guitar
but they go and get me a bike...
If you are reading this and are one of those people,
please give me some more choices
and maybe you can help
get rid of all these extra voices!!!
Inner SanctuaryInner Sanctuary10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone needs their own refuge
A space where the outside world stops for you
Time stands still for your voluntary isolation
Until you notice life is existent again
Travel to a space, at least in your head
Where the sights are unlimited, and so are your dreams
You can write what's in your head
To the rhythm of the music, and the beat of the rain
Let it force your mood
The streaming water can inspire tears
Even the night is lighter than the mood you are in
Perfect – for writing something sublime
You would starve just to stay there forever
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
still in bodies of boys,
there's a tiny hand pulling the trigger.
Killing with guns
when they're still playing with toys,
troops get smaller as conflict gets bigger.
If they don't grow up now,
they won't get the chance,
Virtue's just a victim of circumstance.
Guns at the ready, men,
open fire they cry.
But they'll cry even harder
for an eight year old martyr
knowing somewhere the system has failed,
now the children are learning to die.
Stars shinning in your eyesSitting in darkness,Stars shinning in your eyes10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood spotted sheets,
A life time of dark,
Wanting to take back what is mine,
The stars shinning in your eyes,
Trying to grasp them,
The stars shinning in your eyes.
I gave you those stars,
Once when you loved me,
All my life reflected in your eyes.
Without my stars I'm dying,
Blood soaking my skin,
Drowning in my crimson tears,
Last breath slipping past my lips.
The stars shinning in your eyes.
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
YouA dance with emotionYou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.