The Salem Witch trials.It was just before dusk, the once milky blue sky dazed in vibrant hues one would only see in a summer's dream. I sat staring off into space, the forgotten but still dripping wet paintbrush splashed onto my dress. I looked down and cursed inwardly as the green on my skirt contorted before my eyes. The color going from a thistle green to a murky brwonish black. With another curse I placed the brush on the small wooden table at my side. By that point the sun was below the horizon and as I did everyday for as long as I can remember I watched with a heavy heart as the last warm rays dissapeared behind the mountians. I spotted small specks appearing in the sky, the stars obviuosly. I blankly stared at my painting, the picture seemed to melt together for a breif moment before my eyes refocused themselves. I wasnt nearly as good as Rebecca, my youngest cousin. She was gifted creativness, while I was gifted the art of feeling. I know it may sound strange but I feel things. I can knowThe Salem Witch trials.9 years ago in Historical More Like This
Raise a Black FlagYou love so many.Raise a Black Flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then hate so many,
For not loving as many as you.
You pray for so many.
Then curse so many,
For not praying for as many as you.
You help so many.
Then hinder so many,
For not helping as many as you.
You are guilty of hypocrisy,
Then criticize the hypocrites.
So maybe you should be "ignorant" too.
RoszpunkaDorastając wśród czarnych murówRoszpunka1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
niekończącej się wieży
dzień za dniem
umierałam na nowo.
Włosy błyszczące złotem,
przeplatanym ciemną czerwienią
ciągnęły się po brudnej podłodze.
Szaleńcze krzyki bólu
niosły się echem po wymarłej łące,
pełnej połamanych róż w kolorze śmierci.
Będącej drogą ku złotowłosej denatce.
Piękny książę z bajki
umarł zabity intrygą.
Kolce przebiły serce
między jednym a drugim uderzeniem.
brzęczały głucho na zakurzonej posadzce
Kroki na schodach były
drogą na szubienicę.
na złotym warkoczu owiniętym wokół szyi.
Why 'Marriage?'Why can't gays have all the rights as married straight couples, just not the title of marriage?Why 'Marriage?'1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Why can't women have all the same voting rights as men, just not the title of being a voter?
Why can't immigrants have all the same rights as natives, just not the title of being American?
Why can't Muslim Americans have all the same religious rights as us, just not the title of being patriotic?
Why can't black people get the same water as white people, just not from the same water fountain?
Because to accept anything less than equality is inequality.
If a couple is dedicated and works hard to achieve something such as a long-term relationship, they deserve the title. They do not deserve to have their efforts cast aside and labeled with some second-class bastardization of the reward.
A marriage is a marriage. Accept nothing less.
Fan Fic AvengersPrologue des stagiairesFan Fic Avengers1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Introduction : A l’heure des super héros, le cursus universitaire s’adapte.
Les temps changent. Ça fait très cliché de le dire, et encore plus de l’écrire, mais les faits parlent d’eux- mêmes. Les temps changent et l’humanité se regarde le nombril sans en revenir.
Maintenant, on annonce une grossesse sur facebook avant de l’annoncer à ses proches, on met huit mois pour obtenir un rendez-vous pour une urgence dentaire, le frigo nous fait remarquer quand on a encore oublié d’acheter du lait, la machine à laver a autant de programmes qu’un satellite de communication, James bond est blond et les super héros pullulent dans nos grandes villes (par un procédé naturel encore inconnu, les super héros sont allergiques à la campagne).
Du coup, l’être humain s’adapte parce que c’est la grande force de notre espèce. Tout nous stresse mais on a appris à s’adapter à nos propres conneries. C
Pieces of GlassPieces of Glass9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dove flys high in the midnight sky.
Stars that blaze brightly at night.
My world shatters, like glass.
A thousand pieces lost.
Thousands more gained.
Memories put away to cry about another day.
New broken glass pieces entering sight.
Every new place and every new face another shard.
Another forgotten day.
Another memeory left to fade away.
Dawn and darkness bleak as rain.
There is always so much pain.
Trying to escape the prison of a mind.
Everyone seeing and yet so blind.
I feel I'm loosing it.
Left it behind.
Passing crowds of faceless names.
Not yet ready for the games they play.
Death greets us with open arms.
Looking as though he can do no harm.
Fear trapped seen through clouded eyes.
I feel like a slave to my broken mind.
Brain and body torn to ribbons.
Glass pieces on the ground.
My world shattered again just after I rebuilt it.
Taring my flesh and thoughts again.
I try to rebuild my world again.
But I'm leaving my pieces of glass behind this time.
CrawlCrawlCrawl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All bones will break.
All blood will clot.
All flesh will rot.
Slowly she would kill them all.
Teach them what its like to crawl.
Through the blood and rotting muck.
Swords and knives all painted red as she went from room to room.
Killing them all one by one.
Leave a little trinket and it's all done.
She grins a little having a little fun.
Then she realized he was the last before her work was done.
He tried to hide.
In the end she killed him hiding in his parents bedroom.
His dead eyes stared at her as she took the final step by killing a little bit of her own soul yet again.
Fairy StoryFairy Story8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've never tried to change me.
Nor stollen any kiss.
For I've always wanted the taste of you on my soft lips.
Our breaths so sweetly mingling as our lips combine.
You put you hand so gently into mine.
I've never known the truth of love before.
But now I see that nothing was true to me till I found you.
Your perfect smile, the way you laugh.
I never felt so alive as the moment I was wrapped in your arms.
I've never seen a love so pure and true.
I always thought fairy stories would never come true.
But one has for me.
It awakened me at darkest hour.
I can't beleave my story took so long.
But I've gotten to the end where we live happily ever after.
Just me and my sweet Prince.
My Precious Boy"Daddy, look!" Kurt squealed and tugged on his father's hand with all the strength his three year old self had. Burt allowed himself to be dragged over to what had his little boy so excited. He wasn't surprised when he saw what Kurt was so spellbound by. Most boys who were Kurt's age at the day nursery he went to Monday through Wednesday were just starting to get interested in football and baseball. Kurt, even when he had only just started walking and exploring, was interested by fairytales, Disney films and princesses and most recently, their outfits.My Precious Boy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In front of the pair of them right now, were a glittery tiara and a shiny, bejewelled wand. Kurt shrieked something about Cinderella's fairy godmother and grabbed a tiara from the closest shelf. He had to stand on tiptoes to reach it but he had no trouble pushing the tag that was attached to the side of the tiara, so that it didn't rest on his forehead when he carefully placed it on his head. The tiara sat perfectly on top of his shiny,
FearThis unheard voiceFear1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting to come out
Building up inside
Just wishing to shout
These unspoken words
Hiding inside of me
Hoping for the day when they
Show how powerful they can be
When will that day be?
Why are they still hidden?
What's holding 'em back?
Is it that,
After ll this time,
The fear of what is to be heard
has overcome them?
Will they be worthy?
Will they be sane?
Or is it that
Once it comes out
The ones who i love
The ones who i care for
Will look at me differently
Look at me silently
And leave those words,
Finally spoken but unanswered,
In the shadows behind?
These thoughts overpower them
And many more overtime...
Will they ever be free
As they were meant to be?
Is it worth the risk?
I'll have to find out...
Batman review : un Batman sans BatmanThe Dark Knight Rises : un Batman, sans Batman.Batman review : un Batman sans Batman2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
M'en allant voir The Dark Night Rises, je me disais que je ne pouvais qu'être agréablement surprise parce que, pour être franche, je pars de très loin.
En effet, sur mon échelle de valeur sentimentale des supers héros, Batman obtient la note de -48/20 (pour le costume, il est noir, ça mincit, s'il avait été rouge, il aurait eu -59), alors autant dire que me taper près de 3 h de film qui raconte, pour la énième fois, à quel point ce pauvre garçon est à côté de la plaque dans presque tout ce qu'il fait, me laissait de marbre. Donc, je ne pouvais qu'être surprise.
Et puis, je me disais (avec un furieux espoir quand même) que cela ne pouvait pas être pire que les scènes rocambolesques de spider-man 2 (vive les grues !) et qu'il ne faut pas oublier que Christopher Nolan nous a déjà prouvé qu'il savait ce qu'il faisait
A Prayer for my Selfish Soul.My memory's demise is abatedA Prayer for my Selfish Soul.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I stand in a pool
of my own greatest undoing.
It threads from the floor,
crawls round the walls in an artless splatter.
And there is nothing I can do
to erase these sins I have painted-
scratched against the canvas
of the world that surrounds me.
But even if there was a way
I know I'll find myself unwilling
to thread it's path.
For all I desire is to erase this knowledge
from the core of my own being,
and mine alone.
Is that too much to ask?
I feel like I am in a déjà vu of a cursed moment
in which I have relived this story
a thousand times and uttered the same favour of you
A silent, most selfish prayer. Not for forgiveness
but for a silk, white curtain
to conceal the blemishes of my own soul from my tear-filled eyes
So that I may stain the curtain once more.
And in it you always answer my prayers
for but a moment and then once more-
My memory's demise is abated
and I stand in a pool
of my own greatest undoing.
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…
Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…
A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering
a deal's a dealmake a deal witha deal's a deal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a demon or the
grant yourself a
free ticket to ride
down to the
pits of Hell.
when your side
of the deal is up,
don't be alarmed to
hear the viscous sound
of growling and barking;
they're only Hell Hounds,
really nothing to be afraid of,
seeing as they're only doing their job.
sure, they will tear
your clothes into shreds,
search for your heart to
slice it open, and make you
bleed until death greets and
shakes you warmly by the
hand to welcome you to
your new home.
the flames of Hell will
lick your soul for days,
which will seem like many
years back in Earth,
as you are bound with
chains on each leg and arm;
you will scream for help, you
will scream for a loved one,
but in the end,
no one can hear
you and your pity.
Drowning Out The WorldDrowning Out The World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drowning Out The World
I find myself in the sounds
I release my pain in the lyrics
Enveloping peace is found
The vibes calm my spirit
But when silence falls
Reality and time stop
And then my mind floods
With ever-consuming thoughts
The walls in my head break down
The serenity within goes silent
And every regret cries out
My memories become violent
I get this sensation
That my soul is too damaged
A dreadful realization
There's nothing left of me to salvage
Music is just a distraction
To blind myself from the carnage
I remain behind the destruction
Where darkness has the advantage
Remnants of rhyme hinder
Calling out to me once more
Never again will we be together
It'll be much lonelier than before
I only have myself to blame
Self-hate flows through my veins
I couldn't accept what I became
So I tried to drown out the world around me
But now I'm alone in this
The memories and I resist to coexist
As I try and defy this quiet pestilence
I don't want to be a part of the sile
Just One MoreJust One moreJust One More1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
A Holocaust ExperienceIt was 1945 last time I checked,A Holocaust Experience2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard the early morning drill,
As I walked out to do roll call,
I heard the sound of bullets,
"Whats going on?!"
I shouted to a fellow mate,
"The US is coming, so they plan to kill all of us now."
He said with a sorrowful tone,
I couldn't believe what I heard,
Why must this happen to us?
What did we do wrong?
Why did God betray us?
"We need to get out of here!"
I shouted over the gun shots,
"Far away from here!"
I said as I ran back into my cell,
As the oldest member in our group,
I decided to take leadership,
"Everyone! Where going to escape! Now pack your stuff and carry what you can!"
I shouted out orders left and right,
Wanting everyone to stay safe,
I knew exactly where we had to go,
The ditch full of dead bodies,
No one would expect live people to be there,
"Follow me, Where leaving now!"
I creeped out of the room and checked for any enemy,
Giving a signal,
we began to run to the ditch,
We ran faster then ever,
Our weak bod
MemoryMemory3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...the story of an unusual love.
"Passion may erupt unforeseen, altering life's conventional boundaries, and transforming our hearts for eternity."
I'd not been to a librarian's convention in years. Being a male librarian in a high school library made me a little unique, after all, since most of my colleagues were female, a fact that made life rather interesting, of course, even though it could be a bit overwhelming at times.
With the coming of my marriage, and the inevitable family concerns and having to obtain extra jobs to make ends meet, life had prevented me from attending a convention for many years, more years, in fact, than I cared to count. Yet, my patience had rewarded me, the time had come, and here I was, attending the American Society of Librarians' annual convention, at long last. It was good to return, after all this time, book a room at the hotel, and attend all
ReflectionReflection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the window...
In the ocean...
I see sorrow
I see confusion
I'll wake up tomorrow
And...forget my confessions
I regret every given sin
Replaying it all in my mind
Tattoos repent on my skin
They're serving a lifetime
Scars reveal past pain
And it's all mine
I see my eyes! / I fear my lies!
I scream inside! / I hide behind!
Tears won't fade! / Lost my faith!
I'm not okay! / It's too late!
I see through the cracks
Into my fallen reality
I put up a poor act
My transparent sanity
My soul finally snapped
Unleashed the real me
In the mirror...
In the destruction...
I see terror
I see justification
I'll wake up as an avenger
...Of my former reflection
Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a Chance
Give me a chance to love and hope,
Please whisk my troubles away.
Give me a chance to be forgiven,
To stand at the edge of dawn and day.
Give me a chance to watch time pass by,
not letting my time slip through.
Give me a chance to fly through the wind,
Up to the Sky of Blue.
Give me a chance to reach the sparkling stars,
The heavens high above.
Give me a Chance to be myself,
And be myself to be loved...
Life You LiveSome think that life is not worth livingLife You Live1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something that keeps pushing you down
You may feel your alive so life can push you around
But that is not how I see it at all
All who think life is stupid and not worth anything
There's a special reason you were brought into the world
Someone wanted you to see the all the beautiful things in the world
Someone cared enough for you and thought that you deserve to live
No ones life is worth nothing because you're all special
You all have a reason to stay alive
You might have not found that reason yet but if you search hard enough
And you try with all with all your heart
You can find it
Please don't treat life as something ingsignificant
Because if you choose to leave, the ones that loved you
Will cry for you and wish you could come back
Don't be selfish, think of the other ones that care for you
But if no one cares for you I will
Anyone who is broken hearted I will support with all my heart
Even if I can't see know that I will thi
WrongMommy, my heartbeat is strong as the seaWrong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, my eyes are as blue as can be
Mommy, the future is clear as the skies
I shall love roses and sweet lullabies
I will examine the good in all things
I will discover the joy that love brings
Mommy, my hair is as smooth as the wind
Mommy, my future is soon to begin.
Mommy, your arms are where I do belong...
Mommy, I loved you... what did I do wrong?