a spiritual agnosticismthe search for truth in the universe,a spiritual agnosticism3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
is not a denial, but an affirmation -
that there is a mysterious 'godliness'
in the way the cosmos proceeds in
its endless evolution:
- 'bending toward justice'.
- spiritual, not religious, pervading
every atom, therefore pervading us.
- common to everything.
- connecting everyone.
- a patient faint consciousness,
in touch with all sentient awareness.
- no 'one' answer; each of us connects
in our own way... or fails to.
not having a need to believe in 'a' God,
leaves one open to have common faith
with everyone, to think of all others
as brothers and sisters.
we are all 'of' the universe.
if, there comes a time when one feels
a connection to a special religion
or concept of a God, then one may,
without dogmatically condemning others,
'decide' to accept that as one's own form
it must be done voluntarily... and
with true humility, in that one keeps
in mind that faith is a personal choice,
that there is absolutely no honest way
one can 'kno
quest for the almighty dollardrug company ad:quest for the almighty dollar2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
take these little pills; you'll feel
better, stronger, sexier... whatever.
if they don't destroy your kidneys,
drive you flat out of your mind,
or just outright happen to kill you.
llp - aug2012 - dA
Ah Ah Ah Mic TestIt's 8:34. I wake up covered in covered morning light. I don't know where I amAh Ah Ah Mic Test5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
but I feel that this should feel very familiar to me, there are bottles strewn
all about and the bed is unmade, I am sleeping on a pile of clothes on a pile
of mattress. The shutters are down, I can't see outside and I think, "this is
all very symbolic".
I think of drifting back to sleep but don't tell myself any stories.
I don't get up until 10:11. This is appropriate. The cradle's too warm, the
world's too cold, I am bored with myself and there is nothing for me here. I
wonder why I stay. The chill doesn't strike me much, even in December this
place never freezes. I walk to the bathroom, my parents' room's door is
closed. My mother works, she is not home, my father does nothing, he is always
at home. The obligatory bathroom is next door. I don't turn on the lights, the
fractured relay of mosaic glass is comforting, mesmerizing. I look in the
mirror and see dreams filter through in recollection of myself an
AntichristAntichrist5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Günümüzde cins cins sanat akımlarının ve de sanat kirliliğinin orta yerinde, içinde bulunduğumuz post modern çağda (kimilerine göre de hiperrealistik), sanatın ve sanat eserinin ne olduğu büyük bir tartışma konusu. Öyle ki sinemanın sanat olup olmadığı bile tartışılır oldu. Ancak yine de hala hemen hemen her tür sanat çevresinde kabul görmekte olan görüşe göre, bir sanat eserini sanat eseri yapan özelliklerin başında tartışma yaratması (münakaşa değil) ve ilham verici olması geliyor. Ben de bu görüşe katılıyorum. Bu yönüyle ele aldığımızda, çağımızın en önemli yönetmenlerinden Lars Von Trier'in Andrey Tarkovsky'ye adadığı ve bir korku gerilim
Insanoglunun Et ile ImtihaniInsanoglunun Et ile Imtihani3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
POPULER KÜLT YAZILARI DOSYA NO:1
ZOMBİLER, YAMYAMLAR,AÇLIK, ET, MEDENİ(Y)ET
İnsanoğlunun ET ile İmtihanı
Korku, uygarlığa ve zamana ayak uydurur. İlkçağlarda mağaranın dışında uluyan kurtlardan, kaplanlardan korkan insanoğlu; ortaçağda ruhunu şeytana satmış cadılardan, geceleri kasabaların tenha sokaklarında gezen başsız süvarilerden korkuyordu. Kutsal kitaplarda anlatılan çeşit çeşit iblisten korunmak için umacılara iksirler yaptırıyordu. Gecenin içinden mıhlı pencerelere doğru esen rüzgar, çocukları uykusuz bırakmak için yeterliydi. Oysa 21. yüzyılda hayaletler televizyonlardan çıkıyor, vampirler yarasaya dönüşmek yerine lüks otomobillerle seyahat ediyor ve geceleri tenha sokaklarda sadece yan kes
AddictionYour eyes are as blue as the ocean framed by a red darker than bloodAddiction6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your pupils are as dark and wide as the hole in your chest that once held your heart
The once smooth and perfect olive tan of your complexion is tainted
The strong arms that once upon a time wound around me, held me tight
Are now a distorted depiction of stars and stripes
[a rainbow of only green, yellow, red and purple now inhibits your skin]
Your mind and body fight for what they want and what they cannot resist
The small person in your head named; Consciencia yells for you to fight it
But your body can no longer function without it
You cannot win
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Glorious ShitAnother Dream-Glorious Shit5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You can make it;
Pass through shit
To welcome the divine.
What kind of mind is this?
What kind of perversion?
You don't make much sense to me,
You don't make much sense to them-
You don't make much sense.
Return to painting flowers,
Name flowers flowers,
Name darkness strangeness,
Name genius a vile trait.
We cannot decipher you...
Bend down a little.
Everyone needs their audience-
Who are you to dispute?
Who is it you're talking to?
It can't be to yourself!
Everything is illuminated!
(I can write my glossary
Of horror and neglect.)
Do I love you?
Of course I love you,
Nobody else still cares
About the little things,
Such as your senseless self.
(Yes, I'll make everything clear,
The way you want me to.)
Let's speak a new language,
Let's call man the Head,
The alphabet into the globe-
The stud of universe.
(Of course we are the center,
Can't you see?)
Stop mocking me!
You are a brilliant little b
A Letter to MeDear Me,A Letter to Me4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know sometimes the days seem long and the nights even longer. I know there are times you would hide from the world. You feel the weight on your shoulders, and see the accusing glares.
I'm here to tell you that it does get better. The sun does shine through the worst of our depression. It's there when you're ready to reach out and grab onto the ribbon of laughter.
Don't worry about those flashbacks, honey. There was a time when you had to deal with it alone, but that isn't the case anymore. No matter where it takes you, when you come back, you'll always have a strong person who loves you for who you are...imperfections and all. He doesn't care that you check out for chunks of time and can't always explain or even know it happened. He loves you and will watch over you while you're gone.
Don't fret about the past. Don't fret about the future. You can keep on living. Everything is going to be okay now. Not everyone may understand, and hell, some may look down on you for it, but
Ode II.When I was a first-year medical student at fresher events, people used to say to me, "Oh wow, I bet you see lots of amazing stuff!" The simple answer to that was not really, not at that time. I'd been a medical student for a few weeks. No, I can't diagnose your knee problem or advise you which tablet you should be taking for your sinusitis. I've only got a few weeks on you. I certainly don't have stories of the weird and wonderful to share with you, much as I'd like to.Ode II.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I think that the only time I've really sat down and reflected on this, is right now, almost at the end of my fourth year. This is when it strikes me how much has changed since I stood there in those fresher parties. Nowadays, when my friends and I get together, we do actually share stories of the weird and wonderful. I've done some rather 'special' special modules (sexual health clinic module, A&E/ER module ), so I've had some truly weird and wonderful stories to share. I think a number of people may remember me ap
The Hard Work of PoetryPoets are constantly crippled, creatively. It's the way it works. You write a line and, just now, right now, it seems like it's the best line in the world to date. It's a shiny, beautiful line, a thought, an image so remarkably profound that you are in awe of yourself, or (if you are a seasoned poet) in awe of that angelic being which sits on high in your mind and occasionally drops little scraps of poetic manna into your head. Now, you only need to write a poem around it.The Hard Work of Poetry4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Because the poem takes over, sprouts a million legs and scurries in directions you had no real intention of it going and now the Wondrous Line of Glory and Poetic Win doesn't fit. You have to either change it or take it out and save it for another poem. Or make it a haiku-like short poem on its own, so all those other words don't assault it again. If you're an experienced poet, you'll probably just store it in a .txt file or on a post-it note somewhere and lament it until you're old and nothing matte
this is not my cardiganGod, he is smiling at the waitress with big eyes as she brings him his dinner. i can see the gnarls of his hands from a dozen feet away, his chair pulled close to the wooden table. i watch him reveal his little teeth, presumably polydented dentures. he is wearing a yellow sweater, a cardigan with elbow patches.this is not my cardigan5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
the chair across from him is empty and in the same grain pattern as the table with his towering pile of supper. my brother asks if i know why he is alone and i tell him to keep silent. his wife died, he told me, with a smile. the old man turns his eyes to his meal and slowly begins to eat.
God, please forgive me for not sitting with him; forgive me for not telling him i am so sorry and i love him; please forgive me for not crying into his sweater or being enough
epiphany # 244: we will find this man again someday, and show him love still exists at the bottom of our hearts and a teacup.
God's Love Letter to YouThe words you are about to experience are true...God's Love Letter to You7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They will change your life if you let them,
for they come from the very heart of God
He loves you,
and He is the Father you have been looking for all your life
This is His love letter to you:
You may not know Me, but I know everything about you Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered Matthew 10:30
For you were made in My image Genesis 1:27
In me, you live and move and have your being Acts 17:27-28
For you are my offspring Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you, when I planned creation Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake,
for all your days are written in my book Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth,
and where you would live Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in you mother's wom
Dear Will Smith,Dear Will Smith,7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hi. How are you? Doing well, I hope.
First off, I'm going to level with you. The Willenium hasn't been all that great for me so far. Sure, I've gotten jiggy with it a now & again. I've gone down to Miami a number of times for a variety of reasons...some of which I'm sure you and your wholesome family image wouldn't approve of. Hell, (pardon my French) I've even made it out to that wild, wild west you were so crazy about for a little while but, I'll be honest with you, Big Willie - the past 8 years, overall, haven't been that dope or even ill. I suppose I'll give it at least another two years before I make up mind completely though. I'm hoping in 2010 the Willenium rises again. Now that would be an odyssey.
I'm glad we can talk like this, Will. I just hope I didn't upset you at all. I mean, I know you're a hell of a nice guy but I wouldn't want to get on your bad side. I've seen the damage you've done to all sorts of evil-doers, from vampires to aliens to robots to talking dogs (
100 Tips On How To Live Life01) Don't lick spark plugs100 Tips On How To Live Life2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
02) Don't urinate on people
03) Love with all of your heart
04) Don't give a fuck what other people think about you
05) Eat fatty foods; they taste good. If someone calls you fat, pull out a chocolate bar and say "sure as hell I am"
06) Don't pee uphill if you have holes in your shoes
07) Take your shoes off somewhere random just to feel what's around. Make sure there's no glass
08) Sing as loudly in the shower as you can; you sound better in there no matter who you are
09) Bring back Socks and Sandals
10) Fall asleep at your computer
11) Put your headphones on and sing along on a crowded street
12) See how long you can hold your breath underwater; don't drown
13) Don't taste the shampoo to see if it tastes as good as it smells; it doesn't
14) Chew with your mouth closed
15¬) Start a food fight, but not when the school principle/ vice principle/ school grounds keeper is around
16) Jump in a lake with your shoes and socks on
17) Stand in the rain in just your
My ConfessionI never really thought about my lack of sexual interest before society confronted me with it.My Confession3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It took me quite a while to notice guys as anything more than "other people", and when I did, it was more a group pressure thing than real interest.
I even had a boyfriend then, but not because I particularly liked the guy. Having a boyfriend in your teens is a status symbol. Have one, you're cool, have none, you're not.
Of course, back then things weren't that clear to me. I went with the flow.
For a very long time, I wondered what is wrong with me that I don't enjoy sex, that It makes me feel awkward and that I have no desire to go out and date. Society made me believe it is wrong to be like that. I was ashamed of myself, of my flaws and my obvious failure of being a full-fledged human being.
You define yourself through others. You try to figure out who you are, and you look at others for guidance, for something you can identify with. But you only limit yourself with that, and not finding si
X.Oh.So.Stereotypical.X*I'm Skinny, so I MUST be Anorexic*X.Oh.So.Stereotypical.X7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
*I cut my Wrists, so I MUST be Emo*
*I'm a Guy who wears tight pants and hoodies, so I MUST be Emo*
*I'm Black, so I MUST carry a Gun*
*I like Blood, so I MUST be a Vampire*
*I'm not like everyone else, so I MUST be a loser*
*I'm Jewish, so I MUST be greedy*
*I am American so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant*
*I'm Gay, so I Must have AIDS*
*I'm Arab, so I MUST be a Terrorist*
*I care about the environment, so I MUST be a tree-hugging nature freak*
*I Speak my mind, so i MUST be a bitch*
*I'm a White British, so i MUST be a Chav*
*I'm Overweight, so I MUST have a problem with self control*
*Im Christian, so I MUST hate gay people*
*I'm Short, so I cant play basketball*
*I'm Religious, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat*
*I'm Republican, so I MUST not care about poor people*
*I take Drugs, so I MUST be crazy*
*I like reading, so I MUST be a loner*
*I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos*
*I'm a Guy, so I
Veterinary AssistantCan I Trade This Job for Whats Behind Door Number Two?Veterinary Assistant7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why didnt I go to beauty school? I could be washing, curling, and styling debutantes hair, but instead Im walking, treating, and restraining their dogs. As a veterinary assistant, I live grueling existence: I am constantly exhausted; I am over worked and under paid; I can give life or take it away.
As an already weary woman donned in her usual uniform of clean, solid color scrubs, I enter into another fast-paced day of work as Dr. Mortons lead assistant. Imploring barks and brays from the variety of dogs kept in the kennel at the back of the clinic immediately assault my ears. I have learned to tune them out, for the most part at least. If one listened to every bark, every whimper, every hiss, every meow, one would lose their mind within the first week of work. The well-versed veterinary assistant knows what each of the sounds uttered from each animal mean. A certain growl could mean hunger or p
To-Do List: September 200830-08-2008 For the love of cigarettes and VTo-Do List: September 20086 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
31-08-2008 Traveling backwards on trains
31-08-2008 Dragging suitcases through airports
31-08-2008 The llama; my protector. Or my protector; the llama
16-09-2008 Dirty little play things
16-09-2008 He tasted like cigarettes and red wine
16-09-2008 Always and forever
16-09-2008 I write ideas on my phones to do list and then forget they're there.
16-09-2008 Gentle touches, rough sex
17-09-2008 Putting life on hold so we can be together
18-09-2008 Cigarettes and dildos
18-09-2008 A case of a cracked rib and thrush
20-09-2008 The path of friesas
20-09-2008 Jelly stings your eyes but makes your skin softer
20-09-2008 Living on coffee and cigarettes kills you after a while
22-09-2008 Cancer is contagious
23-09-2008 Two years and nine months later and i still don't regret the decision i made.
23-09-2008 Koreans in vietnam
23-09-2008 Come on honey, just sit down
23-09-2008 Viewing life through six inch lenses
23-09-2008 Quadracorns exist
Dear UnknownDear UnknownDear Unknown2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I made my Mother cry. She wouldn't stop rolling her eyes. She told me I have to decide if I want to be happy, that it comes from within.
My Dad is acting like nothing happened and I'm glad because I'm going to pretend nothing happened either because I don't like when I do something wrong and disrupt the "peace" we have in our family. I like things to stay the same.
I'll be fine.
261 Prompts1. Violinist.261 Prompts2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's foot.
24. Paper birds.
26. Puppet show.
27. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
29. Letters to the moon.
31. Ballet shoes.
35. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
38. Strobe light.
40. Fake quirks.
41. Contact lenses.
42. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
43. Comet in a bottle.
46. Tarot card.
51. Everyone was dancing, but me.
Sweet Tea in the SouthIn the summer I'll hear them chatter and babble and chuckle and cluck like two frivolous chickens in pink polka dot dresses. I'll be peering down aisle nine and see neat rows of tea and crunchy, sugary biscuits they can shove into their mouths, indulge in their spoken virtues as little crumbs sprinkle onto their laps. They're heaving tomatoes drenching under summer sun, the crows feet under their baby blue eyes lapping up experience in the years they've lived down here, where sweet tea is a delicacy swimming around fat ice cubes. They'll haul their modern wagonwheel through the maze of eye twinkling treats, chirping for their tomato faced young while waddling away.Sweet Tea in the South3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'll see them breezing past me in a feeding frenzy, two, three, four little chicks hustling over to their rather plump parents. They'll lug their crusted heels down the path, pecking for some chocolate chip cookies or those spicy pork skins with really mind boggling logo designs.
a letterdearest dear,a letter6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I hope this letter finds you well:
la la la-la love