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
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
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.
Daylight BreaksThe silence of night aborbs meDaylight Breaks11 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
Gay MarriageGay Marriage11 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
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.
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.
Papa Don't Preach. With a heart left cold,Papa Don't Preach.11 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 Sea11 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.
I'm hungryI want to eat.I'm hungry10 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...
While Reading the NewspaperThe push and strain,While Reading the Newspaper11 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'.
Valentine.- February 2006Valentine.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
circa 19th century...
the martyr awakes to the nothing of morn...
gold avoids the gaol windows, but it stuns his eyes
...No bird he hears
No birds be paired
just lustless leers
the ceiling above can't hold his incarcerated heart
"I am a good Christian", he promises.....
- The room be quiet.
"Give me sympathy:
For I claim a creedal statement
The revival of Claudius provokes the devils voice
to resound, and resound...
Love is a semblance - LISTEN to me
I regret this forwarding...
daughter will mislead me through", he promises.
"My dear, thou art always.
in my nightmares
always the subject
of perpetual enticement.
Eternal excitement, my desire
Thine chicanery was worth thy presence.
For my neck thou art for...
Thine vermeil lechery
I pay in blood.
I payed in blood.
I tell myself nothing no more.
the nothing of morning tells back
voices howl thine crafty deceit
...I thought much to be true
This day will be celebrated
yet I will co
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!!!
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.
The MagicianThe Magician7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know how to tempt with metaphors
and shine words like smoked glass -
hot and deliberate syllables,
teasing taboos in fertile minds,
cracking the polished surface -
all the better to beguile you with.
I love to string them like beads -
vibrant and colorful shards
that cut deep
and leave interesting scars
to flaunt at private battles.
I like to snap up letters,
phrases to undress you -
intriguing and unpredictable -
twisting them into precious amulets,
wrapping them around your heart,
all the better to adorn you with.
I love following their trail -
rich and insidious jewels -
that grab your imagination
and explode the cool eloquence of your world
into something visceral.
Inner SanctuaryInner Sanctuary11 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
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines7 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
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.
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed5 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.