Made of NothingMade of Nothing4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fast Foreword: A Brief Introduction
Why are people so eager to tell me when they find God, but they never mention where he was hiding? Sorry, that's just been bugging me. Now about my essay I made it educational and concise, but I also tried to include some humor so it wouldn't read like an obituary column for any beliefs you may have had. To put it bluntly, this article's as likely to erase your faith in God as the Tanya Harding sex tape.
Okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious. Some people couldn't be convinced that God doesn't exist if God himself descended from the heavens just to announce that he doesn't exist. Even among otherwise critical thinkers, religion seems to be more or an emotional appendage than anything else. Trying to use reason to talk someone out of their religion seems as futile and incendiary as trying to logically convince someone they've married the wrong person. But I
stitchesIstitches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a woman can fracture open under
unspeakable violence. skin can
tear like the voice can break
and go silent.
a poet can speak of radical honesty,
carefully document a life, and hold
without believing she broke
but in the end, to have grace,
she can speak the words because
another woman stands at her back
and only then is she safe
to say, yes, there was blood
and emotion, but in the end
there were fourteen stitches
threaded through her animal self
that remade a woman who could speak
a woman can choose to allow
her own destruction.
her body becomes self-obsessed
in an ocean of pain and she gives herself
over, pushing against the waves.
another woman stands beside her,
only then is she safe, and says,
reach down and feel your skin open
no longer a poet,
or simply a woman,
as her skin splits, again,
she is her own fierce self,
her fingers feel the rush,
the arrival of life,
not simply an animal, despite
twelve stitches, not a w
Tell Him.I helped an elder while you were asking for miracles.Tell Him.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was someone's happiness when you were praying.
Tell God that next time you talk with Him.
Pre-OccupiedThe youth are our futurePre-Occupied4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
youth are our future
The lazy youth
I fear for the future
Need work experience
Need work experience, for your first job
Just get a job
Just get a job
Just not you.
Those lazy slobs, wanting free money
Says the last Social Security generation.
Get a job
lazy, wanting free money
Just get a job.
In my day, we weren't afraid to
roll up our sleeves or flip burgers.
Get a degree so you don't have to flip burgers.
Burger flippers failed the game of life
PhDs flipping burgers
because s/he needs a job
To pay for loans
for the PhD
Yes, I've graduated.
No, they're not hiring
Yes, I've applied.
Yes, I'm trying.
That lazy youth
Just get a job, stop asking for handouts.
I did my time, and what's the prize?
Nothing but a piece of card stock in a frame, and ten years searchin
Ironic Fact." We are powerless. "Ironic Fact.4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
said 7.000.000.000 people.
Erstwhilei),Erstwhile3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once upon a time our stories were simple.
Once upon a time our mothers turned the pages for us, held our hands, and promised to read out the words we still stumbled over, sometimes, if we were tired or alone.
Once upon a time we were taught to walk only so we could begin that ancient human race: the desperate sprint for success, power and fame. The one where your mother lets go of your hand and tells all her friends that you can do it without falling sometimes, if they pretend they aren't watching or they shake a rattle at you; the one where coach says the people sitting at the side-lines are only kids who can't run fast enough, who didn't try hard enough, who aren't enough; the one where you are named by your number.
Sometimes we are drowning in the texts.
Sometimes definitions escape us, and questions will plague us, and it feels as if our teachers taught us words only so we could understand what we should not say.
Sometimes we are reading so hard that we forget to stop and