Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Blood and RosesShe drew herself a bathBlood and Roses2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since no one would for her
Candles or lights?
She chose the former
Struck a match with her hands
Ignored the sweet scent
Stared at the flames
Then into the bathtub she went
The water was scalding
But she forced herself to take it
Besides, she'd take long
And the warm water had to make it
The one who said he loved her
Was so preoccupied
That he had no idea hours had gone by
When he was ready for bed
He found she wasn't out
And she needed to be,
there were hungry kids running about
There were dishes to wash
And laundry to do
And when he went to sleep
She couldn't sleep too
He went towards the bathroom
The door locked when he got there
So he got their makeshift key:
An alligator clip from her hair
He unlocked the door
since when he knocked: no replies
Then his heart skipped a beat
over the scene before his eyes
He unknowingly steps over
A bare rose stem on the floor
His mind not ready
to accept the awaiting gore
He rushed to the one
everyone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiencymy parents never beat meeveryone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiency2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and look how I turned out: cracked ribs
blood in my urine
finally lost my baby teeth
but there's no love without blood and you
do not dream in hourglasses
rusty wind and
ferris wheel cages
to watch the gauze fall untaped
on the kitchen floor and
I am itchingscratchingbleeding time
profusely and it falls off me like sawdust with every
I still stand still with knees dovetailed and
head cocked down
to watch the wood shavings
pile at my shins like suitcases
you always want more
so when I felt the fault lines in your wrists
start to tremble
I took that revolver in your chest
spun the cylinders and heard
the familiar empty click
echo through your ribcage
and now I find you
underground like rainwater
and I tried
The 13 Wiccan PrinciplesThe 13 Wiccan PrinciplesThe 13 Wiccan Principles6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The following set of thirteen principles was
adopted by the Council of American Witches, in April, 1974.
1: We practice rites to attune ourselves with the natural rhythm of life forces marked by the phases of the Moon and the seasonal Quarters and Cross Quarters.
2: We recognize that our intelligence gives us a unique responsibility toward our environment. We seek to live in harmony with Nature, in ecological balance offering fulfillment and consciousness within an evolutionary concept.
3: We acknowledge a depth of power far greater than that apparent to the average person. Because it is far greater than ordinary it is sometimes called supernatural, but we see it as lying within that which is naturally potential to all.
4: We conceive of the Creative Power in the universe as manifesting through polarity ~as masculine and feminine~ and that this same Creative Power lies in all people, and functions through the interaction of the masculine and femin
An Essay On TruthThe Civil Rights Movement is an iconic one that even those that weren't alive yet can understand the significance of. Basic human rights were being fought for, and in some ways, they still are. Yes, black men and women can go to the same schools and public places as white men and women. Yes, they can serve in the same unit together in the military. Yes, they are seen, today, as just another American. What about homosexuals? They have yet to receive all of their rights, but change is on its way.An Essay On Truth3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Almost fifty years ago, the Civil Rights Movement started. Through it, segregation came to an end. Sure, people didn't like it at first, but they got used to it. It became something that wasn't even thought about, children of all races sitting together, in any order, in the exact same classroom. Now, in my time, this is standard. The unfortunate thing is that not every one of those school-aged youths is able to just be themselves in those chairs. Race has no hand in the separation that is felt,
My Prince, I Love You.... stillYou made me feel goodMy Prince, I Love You.... still2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just at the end
You stopped your pretend,
You broke my heart... as you should.
I want to be with you
You say you do too...
Contradicting what you say and do,
You say you love someone else....I ask "who???"
Now my tears flow,
Thinking how I Fucked up.
Emotions from my hearts do flow
Ready to fill your cup.
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
..why hate us for being gay?
I look around...we aren't any different.
But not if we are brought down.
We cannot help who we love, whether they be male, female, or none of the above; Love Is Love, No Matter What.
So, the next time you say, "That's gay!' "Fag! "Slut." "Homo!" "Queer!" Please, stop and think about this;
How are we different from you?
We all have...
One pair of lips.
Armour in Cotton.Armour in Cotton.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Questioning I am.
To be so composed,
What am I?
I can't identify this body,
I can't choose.
With or without,
Should it really matter?
To be or neither?
I can't figure it out.
I don't match with the person I face in the mirror.
She's just flesh,
After all it's just a body.
Physically your one or the other,
Some are without and with both.
Why can't we be without?
Gender roles are evil.
Raised with either a doll or truck in hand.
A sandbox and swing set,
The child is boundless.
To be a man is to keep things from view,
Is to be strong,
To be a woman is wear dresses,
Is to be emotional,
This coat I wear is too big.
Just enough to hide this chest.
It's hot outside them doors,
I'll deal with it.
Anything to keep from people looking...
Often confused with a rebelish man,
I sit and wonder why people care so much what I am?
Hair with long locks,
Braided or straightened,
Bows and Glitter.
Perfume and push up bra.
Tights adorned with high heels.
It Gets Better.Hi there. Usually when I write something, its because of some deeper reason or something. But this time, I'm writing so I can just try and confess some things. I don't know if I want the people close to me to read this, mainly because if they did they'd probably think I was lying or that I was in trouble. But I'm fine. For this one, I just want to write this because I feel the need to confess some things. Well for one thing, I'm a fifteen year-old junior living in North Carolina, and I've tried to commit suicide multiple times. That's sorta melodramatic, but it's the truth. When I was in 3rd grade, I'd try and suffocate myself by hanging myself or tying a scarf around my neck. I just .I always knew I was different from the other people. I didn't think the boys were cute, or that they were all that great. I'd rather spend time with the girls. But even back then .I knew being who I was, was wrong. So I kept it in. I lied to myself for years. But the pain and emptiness was stillIt Gets Better.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The mist of uncertainty evaporates
A ''confidence'' emerges
A lost friend
I have not seen you
You say "I am"
I say "I know''
I yearn to have you
My illusive companion
I am apprehensive
To find you and possibly lose you
I rest in the moment of you with me
You always were, are now, and will always be
LGBT Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBT Quiz3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I suspected I was gay since I was 14/15-ish... about 3 years ago. I just came to accept genderqueer probably... 6 months ago. Originally, I just thought I was trans, but... that's not the case. XD
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
Yeeees. Hell yes. I prayed for it to be gone every night for a very long time. It made me rather depressed there for a bit.
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Well I thought guys were icky, and thought it'd be so much better to be with a girl. I was jealous of all the guys who had girlfriends. XD
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
Lesbian and genderqueer. Fuck yeah. ;D
5. How long have you been out of the closet, or if your not, do you plan to be at some point?
To my friends, I've been out for over a year. To my parents, four months. Four.... very long months
Walks a backward path"...and now we go live to the scene of the protests, with thousands of people demanding their rights to reproduce with those with prosthetic upgrades outside Parliament. The debate has been raging for several months now, triggered by hate crimes perpetrated against those with cyborg partners. In a short time, we will see if the Bloomfield Administration passes the bill to support full equality for cyborgs. In the meantime, we have arranged an interview with past homosexual rights activist; Blair Swanson. Swanson, you've been opposed to cyborg marriage equality for quite some time now, would you care to outline your views for us today?"Walks a backward path3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Certainly, Craig. I believe that marriage is between two pure-humans. If we were to extend the definition of marriage to include machines, should we not also extend it to our cousins in the animal kingdom? To put it simply, cyborg's should still serve their purpose as the blue-collar workers of our society, as they originally were."
Growing up Gay and AutisticWhen you think of autism what comes to your mind? A young boy who waves his arms and can't talk, maybe a genius who memorized the dictionary or can draw the whole city from memory? Some of us are like that but Don't think everyone on TV represents the different kinds of people.Sure I'm smart and A good artist but I'm not Genesis book of world records great.Growing up Gay and Autistic3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Everyone looked at me like "that weird kid". Here I was trying to figure out all why people treat others a certain way. My life in elementary school was miserable i was in ESE classes, and still i was an outcast because i was poor and bugs came out of my bookbag, even because the weird ways i would deal with things day by day.
As a kid understanding slang and what everyone was talking about was like a foren language. I remember my mother always trying to get me to look in peoples eyes. she would keep telling me "Paul look in my eyes wile we are talking". as weird as it sounds it worked. Now I always look at people when I talk. now w
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
BullyWhen I was a minor, I was heavily bullied throughout my public schooling life. That is preschool all the way to senior year. I was bullied for various reasons; for being too smart, for having crooked teeth, for liking cats, for "being too manly", for being friendly... and it destroyed me. I have attempted suicide twice in my life and have permanently been inflicted with depression. I also have an extremely hard time socializing and standing up for myself, because any time I had tried to do so in my past, only made things worse for me...Bully2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I got it not only from other students, but also from teachers and school boards, who discriminated against me in various ways. What was I to do? No adult would help me, in fact they told me it was all my fault and I deserved it, they told me to stop standing up and to stop being who I am. It made me for the longest time a walking zombie, unable to express myself and my desires, because I had lost hope.
And this is by no means a unique case whatsoever fo
SecretsSecretsSecrets2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
another political essay by
Charles E. Kunkle Jr (fraterchaos)
I'd like to ask everyone a question, and I want you to give an honest answer... not to me, but to yourself.
If someone is keeping a secret from you, is that not a very good indication that they are trying to do something unpleasant to you, or trying to accomplish something you would not like?
Think about it... if they are not "up to something" and if that "something" isn't something bad for you, why would they wish to keep it secret from you?
I personally believe it is perfectly safe to say, that anytime somebody is keeping you in the dark, it MUST be for nefarious purposes.
You might be thinking... ok, but what is this all about? Well, I'll tell you.
Yesterday (Monday July 16, 2012) the Democrats in The Senate of the United States tried to pass something called the Disclose Act. They were doing this as a response to the recent decision by the Supreme Court that "Corporations are people" and ther
He was, She wasHe was, She was4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He likes sports
She likes books
He is popular
She is unknown
He likes skating
She prefers walking
He is tall
She is short
He is funny
She is awkward
He is sociable
She is pretty shy
He likes to sing
She rarely talks
He likes extreme challenges
She likes smooth activities
He knows what he wants
She is more random
.. He was him, she was her
But all of this doesn't matter
Now, He is her and she is him
They are one..
LifeI hate my life.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to die.
Now I know
That life would
Move on without me.
But that doesn't matter.
That my family
Would miss me.
That we don't know
What happens after death
It's a permanent solution
To a temporary problem.
Those reasons don't really matter to me.
It doesn't stop my way of thinking.
Suicide still sounds appealing.
People call me a coward
For running away from my problems
And maybe they're right.
But I don't see the light anymore.
And I just want to go away.
My life doesn't seem worth living.
My family would move on.
Things might now get better.
I believe we are reborn after death.
This 'temporary' problem has lasted years.
So I don't want to live.
I want to be a coward.
I want to run from my problems.
I want to die.
But for now
I'll hang on for a little longer.
Maybe I'll find hope again.
But I can't promise
That I'll always try to stay around.
His CologneThe perfect accessory,His Cologne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gets me every time.
It seduces my senses,
teasing me perpetually.
A sensation indescribable,
it takes my breath away.
Leaving me with thoughts
of what could be.
It lingers when he leaves
leaving me begging for more
The Town IX"A...a library?"The Town IX3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes. Do you know what a library is? Or, should I say, was?"
"Well, yes. It's a place where the ancients would store books and let others borrow them."
"Wow. Not very many people know that. Well, come on. You know how I told you about how I used to have to cut through someone's backyard to get here?"
"Um, well, they don't really care for me that much, so let's get inside before the wife comes out." Azriel began walking to the door.
Jen begsn coughing the second she entered the building. "Oh, sorry," Azriel said as he began wiping dust off some windows in the back wall with his hand, "It's a little dusty."
"Alright, a lot. Mind you, I might be the first person to be here ever since the Town was established."
"Hmm." Jen began to look around. She was standing in what used to be the, lobby, she thought was the correct term. There was a desk against one wall. When she walked forward, she could see that tall metal bookshelves covered reached fr