Have You Forgotten?
Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.
Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another
Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.
Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again
Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all
Have you forgo
Emo?Emo?Emo?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
How Rowling Could EndHow Rowling Could End9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
Out of TimeOut of Time11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.
When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know
ParkourBeauty is bodies in motion.Parkour9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the liquid movement of muscles,
Our generation is spreading its wings.
We don't tear down your walls;
We spring and scramble over.
We leap like wild things
Over your obstacles, your rules.
Freedom is personified.
WallsWallsWalls8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ive built walls around myself. A strong but simple fortress of four walls. Theyve weathered brutal assaults, hurricanes of emotion painstakingly sorting the waters of mine and foreign emotions, and keeping them separate. Now one by one, theyre being torn down.
It all started as a normal day at work. My office was blissfully silent, its four walls mirroring my own. Form after form is skimmed, filled out, tossed aside. Numbers, names, data, Im only paid to analyze them. I barely glance at the names as I review employee evaluations. Thats someone elses concern; Im not responsible for breaking the news to the unlucky ones. All I have to do is analyze, and sort into three piles good, needs improvement, and detrimental to the company. Every name, every person behind every name, they all live outside my walls thats why Im the best at what I do.
Theres no sound but the scratching of pen on paper. Then sudden
SEXThis poem is about sex.SEX8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
instead of buying into all their misery.
150 pages of health text book telling you
6 years of administration telling you
6 years of scaring you
out of whats instinctual.
6 years of alarmist tactics,
and no information
setting a social taboo
so they can control how we live our lives.
.: Gays are revolting :.Gay people are disgusting.: Gays are revolting :.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I certainly don’t think
They are ok
“They aren’t fine for society”
“They aren’t perfectly normal”
I do not believe
They don’t choose to be gay
“Belong in this world!”
Should burn in Hell
We should hate them
I’ll never agree with those who think
Want to separate them
It’s absolutely horrid when the populations
Say they love each other and
Think that it’s nice when they kiss
Just ridicule and mock them,
Really, REALLY hate them
I’ve seen sometimes on TV how they
Let a man marry another man
Those people are just plain sad
They’ll never be the same
It’s funny how they think
That one saying is completely true
They aren’t able to comprehend
They just don’t know what love is
Say mean things
But don’t you dare
It’s perfectly fine
GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting languageGerman11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet
InsaneInsane.Insane10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People call me insane.
How do they know?
Can anyone truly say what is insane?
And what isn't?
Who can judge? Everyone.
Who has the right? No one.
They are not mind-readers.
They have no way of knowing
What is inside my head.
Even if I write it down,
It is changing all the time.
Points of view, opinions.
The next second they become old
And new ones take their place.
Constantly changing, evolving,
Inside my head.
Always questioning, thinking,
Reasoning, and imagining.
Insane? I don't think so.
Truth is a matter of opinion
Everyone is insane
At the exact time
That no one is.
Why must people call me insane?
Why must they fear me?
Is it me they fear
Or what will come out of their mouths
If I prod long enough?
Are they afraid of opinions
And actual thoughts,
Or is it just
Tiny, insignificant me?
Why must people fear
What they do not understand?
Worse of all,
They don't try to understand.
They just stick a label on me, POP!
I am crazy.
Gay L.O.V.E.Gay L.O.V.E.12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
L is for Lonely.
What we all are until we find that special person to which we share our hearts and souls. That single person that brightens our darkest days. That is there to comfort us when we're sad. Can give us strength when we are at our weakest. That will be there to tell us when we're wrong, or stand behind us when we're right. That single person that means more to us then life itself…
O is for no Option.
Please understand. Love is not an optional thing. It doesn't ask our permission first. It won't even give us any warning. It will just come along and fill that empty space in our hearts. You never know with who, or when it will find you, though when it does…you'll surely know it. It will be the greatest feeling in the world…
V is for Virtue.
It's for being able to stand against all odds with the one we love. It's for not being afraid of who knows we care for this person. Not letting what others think mar our decision for happiness. It's
GothicGothic11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cliche as a term
very miss represented
so I wear black alot
its my favorite shade/color
I may have chains, nets, and collars
but who cares no biggie
thats not real gothic
the essence of gothic
is truelly in the soul
the darkest corners of your mind
where all things morbid and dark rest
that is the place where I lay
that is the true essence of gothic
Its not the black clothes
or make-up and acessories
but the dark threads
weaved in your very mind
the total corruption of yourself
the term gothic has adapted
to the new cliches so much over the years
its true meanings has become lost
and listening to everyone
toss around these cliche titles/terms
is so egotistical and conceited
its no longer funny
ParkourPushing the limits of society's realityParkour9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always moving; ever flowing
Reaching for new heights in order to be free
Kick off walls; never slowing
Opening pathways where others see barriers
Under the rail, off the building
Re-modelling one's paradigm of the world..
Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...Come here,Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me show something.
And look over this crowd.
What do you see here?
"Good Americans who vote,"
"Well dressed, business
Yes, that is who they are.
Now take a look
What do you see?
"A sea of rainbow,"
"Too much pride,"
I am bringing up
From either crowd.
Look at this woman
What do you see?
"A hard working
Who knows what she's doing."
Yes, she is.
Now look at this man.
What do you see?
"A gay man
Who flaunts everything
And a man who
begs for marriage
And is too proud
For his own good"
That is where you
This man is a gay man,
But he is also a hard working
Who knows what he's doing.
This is a hard-working
But she is also
Who flaunts it
When shes done with work
AnarchyAnarchy,Anarchy12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life of individual responsibility
A system of Government
With but one law,
Bring no pain to others.
So why are anarchists viewed as villains?
Because of people who claim anarchy
To order to bring about the destruction of peace,
Causing a whirlpool of truth and lies,
Confusing the observer,
While observing the confused.
The Antichrist is pain.
When I Will Tell ChildrenWhen I am a mother my hair will be wavesWhen I Will Tell Children11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the hair of my mother before me.
My children will long to lay mortar.
In the heart of this city I'll show them
a towering slender steel building which tapers, is topped by
a drunkard's idea of spacecraft. I'll tell them,
"America pierces the sky with a saucer
for nothing except for so people can reach it,
so people can pay for the fact they have reached it.
America's captured a sky, and the sky was not always
as blue as the eyes of my parents before me."
In the heart of my home in the dark
I will say to my children
as we are all crouched in the corner,
"Be silent, American hivelings. Be still
lest the naked bear get thee."
When I am an elder my hair will be sparse
like the hair of the old folks before me.
I'll say to the children, who swarm my stiff knees
and who long to spread outwards,
"God does not pick sides, but we chose him.
We are his choosing people. We've claimed him.
America's planted a flag on the moon
Our AmericaOur America12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raped on the hood of a car.
The only thing left is an unborn child.
She's walking to the clinic to the kill the memory.
10 advocates ruin the plan.
Not only killing her but the cause too.
Waiting in a smoky bar.
Will you get lucky tonight?
9 wrapped in your pocket
Bet you cant believe she's underage.
Standing on the street corner.
Patient for a trick.
Trying to make what you're doing okay.
8 year old son at home.
But you're getting paid.
Lying in the street.
Lay-offs got real bad.
Sleeping with your family under the 540 bridge.
7 lives lost in a budget cut.
Work is hard to find.
In jail for life on a false crime.
Admitted a murder you didn't commit.
The FBI convinced you that you did something wrong.
6 more fights in a prison cell.
The government are the heroes.
Bombing in a city street.
Blame it on the Muslims.
Have to find a scapegoat one way or another.
5 more sivilians dead.
Media lies about Islam once again.
Let us rejoice.
We handled everything.
But why are people sti
AnonymousAnonymous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the face in the shadows,
which no one ever sees.
I create the world's tomorrows,
but use no tongue to speak.
I'm in the minds of humankind,
to see all their desires.
My deeds to everyone are blind,
of this I'll never tire.
I am justice.
I am god.
I am you.
We are Anonymous.
The Atheist's BibleAnd the Lord said, "Well, to be quite honest, I think you're all rather delusional."The Atheist's Bible8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will die an arabA lot of people will denyWill die an arab11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I don't care and I will stand up high
for who am I,
and for what God chose me to be
I'll be the best I can be
Im proud to say I am an Arab with all its means
no matter what disrespect i might get
let them say savages barbarians or illiterates,
it doesn't matter to me
what matters the most is me
and how I treat thee
I treat people as individuals
Regardless their race color or religion
I am here for certain years
Then I'll disappear
To a world where only sins and deeds rule
The records are set ready for that day
You and I shall not prepare what to say
Who and what surrounds us shall speak
A moment when we are most terrified
An old good word we've said may come
Reminds us of what darkness we've lit
take my word and remember this
What makes a person special
Not the tongue that he talks by
Nor the religion he defends
It's the number of people he has helped
It's how many false he has regret
At the end with joy I would say
I was born an Arab