End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
My Pretty Little Life ChangerThe pretty little life changerMy Pretty Little Life Changer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty as can be.
Took you outta the garbage,
to breathe some color into me.
Not ash nor coal,
to set fire to my soul.
Suck me in.
Spit me out.
Color my heart
Ease my pain and doubt.
Distract me once.
Hurt me twice.
And brighten my life
to a new haven thrice
The pretty little life changer
You and me.
Fill me with color
and set me free.
Hush hush.The stars,Hush hush.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars are out, my love
and they remind me of your eyes.
just if I could touch you now,
we'd both have butterflies.
of little loneliness,
is streaking through the skies.
just if you were with me now,
they wouldn't hear my cries.
Darling, hush, hush.
Darling, don't say a word.
CopycatFrom VCR to MP3, it's all we see,Copycat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's high technology; Give me this and that for free,
It's a whole new world of made from greed,
A whole new platform to plant the seed,
Media got us fucked up,
But just shut up and drink up,
Or take this and smoke it up,
Those on TV screens do,
So should we,
Monkey see monkey do,
We're such wannabes, but who cares,
It's new; it's fresh. It has swag.
Can't be a fag; can't lag.
Obviously, we gotta sag,
'cause it's so sick.
Nah, it just makes me sick.
Death of a Glass Chess Kinghe strokes his well trimmed beardDeath of a Glass Chess King5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
never mind. he doesn't have any hands.
"Beside my ranks I stand to face my cause,
The dreaded foe, who likewise meets my gaze
When suddenly, I stop, for stilling pause
Has found my conscience in a gloomy haze.
Why am I here? All colored like in white?
And why do I detest yon blackened foe?
And why's this horrid crown so blasted tight?
And why's my pace but one, to where I go?
To speak of pacing, why must I in squares?
This boxy world is want to fit my view.
I'm too momentous, and this game's no fair.
And so, my friends, I bid you all adieu."
He slowly slid, and soon met tables edge,
And panicked, took his leave from yonder ledge.
just another empty promise.She's the type of girl who sleeps next to her guitarjust another empty promise.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
because she lingers to feel the guitar strings as she falls into a deep slumber.
She's the type of girl who smiles over necklaces and promise rings
because she holds them dear to her heart
in a second heartbeat.
She's the type of girl who enjoys wearing ripped jeans
and oversized t-shirts,
because she's too afraid to expose herself
to the world
that broke her heart.
She's the type of girl who sings in the shower,
as she daydreams about seeing your face,
how dare you even see a smile.
If You and IIf You and I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
Fight ItHold my lips and bite my tongue,Fight It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the words I want to say have gone.
Muffle my screams and fight my tears,
My cries are too much for your delicate ears.
Please tell my why I am so
To tell you what you need to know,
What I am yearning to say.
Take my thoughts and hide them away,
So they cannot escape, at least not today.
I silence my voice, it can shout in my head,
But the words will never come out,
They'll stay with me until I am dead.
NextI sat by her side for days, all the while keeping her hand clasped in mine. I brought my wife a balloon for every day she spent in that hospital, yellows and reds and purples tied to the end of her bed. The only color I didn't blow up was green, a color she couldn't stand.Next4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Each balloon was tied up to the end of the bed, around the metal bar. So many accumulated that it looked as if there would be enough to lift her up and float away home.
"Charlie, you need to stop bringing me balloons," She said one day and laughed, then coughed. I ran my thumb over her hand and smiled that smile people plaster on their faces when they wish they had something to smile about.
I never did stop bringing her balloons, though. We had met that way, after all. Back when I was twenty one, her nineteen, and I spotted her in the park from the bench I always sat at. She carried in her hand a bright red balloon, a flower the same color tucked behind her ear. I remember the way her smile made me look twice, even f
Pools of GreenNever had I thoughtPools of Green4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that a deep pool of green
could be the calmest waters
that I had ever seen
But the more I looked
the clearer it seemed
it was better than I ever
could have possibly dreamed
I could spend my life there
staring right into you
and your perfect green eyes,
who said pools needed to be blue
generationwe are brave.generation4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
we are intuitive.
we are dedicated.
we are passionate.
we are unique.
we are accepting.
we are persistant.
we are not shallow.
we are not stupid.
we are not weak.
we are not whores.
we are not cowards.
we are not apathetic.
we are not worthless.
we are performers.
we are poets.
we are politians.
we are musicians.
we are fighters.
we are ambassadors.
we are your future.
and we need you.
A Soulmate Makes You Feel The MostI want to know what it would feel likeA Soulmate Makes You Feel The Most3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to hold your hand without the nagging fear
ripping out my heart, soul, and mind.
Fear that I'll fuck up.
Fear that I'm not pretty enough.
Fear that I'm too weird, too outspoken, too daring.
Fear that you'll let go.
Your hand is the opposite of a lifeline.
It's more like a dreamline, pulling me under
and taking my breath away
but different from my fears of the ocean.
Your arms are pale white ropes snaking around my torso
simultaneously choking and freeing me and my glass lungs,
I want to be the match lighting the sparks in your icy eyes
the canvas you use to finger paint our kisses,
the words you mutter while you sleep.
I want my name to be the chorus you sing
in the car, in the shower, on autopilot.
I want to be the firefly in your jar
because I know
you'll poke seven holes in the lid exactly.
But what if you let go?
What if your kisses lost their sweetness
and you lost your paints?
Would my face still be drawn on the backs of your eyelid
Alternative LightIt's starting to Snow and I'mAlternative Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
starting to Wonder
If maybe I should walk Home
before the sun starts to Rise, because
Every teenager Knows that
the rising Sun brings with it
The Real world and all Life's
The stars do Burn brightest
after the Sun goes down.
The Sky Child Rain. Is clear. Is moist, is all perceiving, all absorbing. I am standing in the rain, rain is soaking me through, soaking every inch of my skin. In my shoes it is slushing. Between the toes. Mixing with the lint. Churning a past. I have a lot of lint. I didn't empty my socks this morning. There wasn't any time. Only time enough to throw them out and run into the rain. I wait for the thunder. It doesn't come. I wait longer. I might have even waited longer.The Sky Child4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slowly I began to run. My shoes are pasted in the lint mortar. They are heavy on my feet. I try to run faster. It is not fast enough. The winds whirl around me. I want to go with them. I untie the laces. I keep untying them. There are many laces, and I had laced them all.
I step out of the cement blocks. I step into the air. I am no longer held. I hold myself.
The air is crisp, and full of moisture. The winds whip m
Nightmare 2Alyk ran back to her room leaving Darren behind. How could she forget what today was? True she had a lot to think about recently and that that could have lead her to lose count of the days. But that was no excuse. Closing the door behind her she pulled out a candle and sat it on her desk carefully lighting it. Taking her dagger out of her bag she laid it before the candle. She knelt down before it and started to pray. "Mother and Father I hope you have been looking down on me and have been proud. I have been working really hard and I'm going to learn how to fight efahs so I can avenge your deaths. Please continue to guide me and allow me to make the right decisions." She opened her eyes and stared at the flame of the candle. She reached out to stroke the flame like she has seen many others do before but she couldn't do it. Her fear of getting burnt gripped her and she recoiled her hand, instead her hand wandered to her shoulder like it often did. She let out a sigh. "I can't believe itNightmare 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living with the Kirkland boy band pt5 (KBXReader)Vince seemed to love you to pieces. He followed you everywhere, waiting for you to come home from school and took every opportunity to sit on you, whichever part was available, be it your lap, legs, shoulders or head. You enjoyed his attention though and in turn hugged him whenever you could.Living with the Kirkland boy band pt5 (KBXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sometimes he’d even bump into your legs when you stopped to do something, just because he was so focused on following you.
But at that particular moment, he wasn’t there, something that made you slightly worried. “Don’t worry, he’ll just be asleep somewhere.” Dylan told you, trying to ease your nerves. “Yeah!” You agreed, sorting out the numerous packages and letters into piles.
“Hey, I wanted to ask you something.” You glanced up at the Welshman, as did he. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but..... you’re Blue, aren’t you?”
Gaping at him, you dropped the glitzy letter in your hands to the floor. Wh-whaa?
Eve: Painful LoveHow can it beEve: Painful Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that grace and wrath
and wrath and grace
can be so close?
You punish so gently,
and bless so painfully -
will I ever understand,
As you sent us away
to our deaths,
you made us clothes
to keep us safe.
And though childbirth would be
a punishment for me
you blessed me
Your love is so undeserved
that it hurts,
and haunts me at night,
at night when I remember.
I scorned you -
you loved me,
even in your wrath.
And maybe that is
the hardest punishment
Your LoveI love it when you read to meYour Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what it is
Read me anything you bring
Please let me hear your voice
Your words give me the illusion of wings
I love it when you sing to me
Giggling while your words make a magical harmony
Some people wealth is all they need
If i have you I have no need for money
You are the only thing for which i have greed
I love it when you hold me
Fills me with feelings of warmth and home
At the same time it's bitter sweet
The second I'm out of your arms I'm so alone
Please promise you will never leave me
Most of all I love that you love me
Part three: The rest of the world( Europe Reader)“So dude, what d’ya think she’s gonna be like?”Part three: The rest of the world( Europe Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I have no idea America-san.”
“I just hope she’s nice....”
“If she’s pretty I’m so claiming her da-ze!”
“You guys need to calm down! Seriously, what’s she going to think of us?”
“I’ll definitely be friends with her!”
“I wonder if she likes animals....”
They fell quiet when the double doors opened, you standing in the middle on one hip. The rest of the countries fanned out beside you and you all paused for a moment, looking for a seat. The countries you hadn’t met yet were all gazing at you in awe at your entrance.
America was the first to recover and jump to his feet. “Dude, that was like the most epic entrance I’ve seen in forever!” He shook your hand vigorously and you struggled to keep up with him. “Tha-thank you.”
“You can call me America!” He exclaimed, his thumb
Christian Symbolism in HTTYDChristian Symbolism in HTTYD4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Becoming a Hero the Hard Way:
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III as a Christ Figure
(This is an essay I wrote for school in March 2011)
The Christ metaphor has been a poignant part of western literary tradition for millennia. By reinterpreting the Christ story, a piece of literature can bring a new relevance to the ancient story and reveal new ideas within its meaning and mechanics. This is not a practice limited to any one genre, and can be found places where you'd least expect it to be. A great example would be the children's book How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell. By focusing on human dynamics in a fresh Christ metaphor, Cowell calls attention to aggression and intolerance present in our own society and attempts to realign our perception of heroism with peaceful communications and common sense. She does this by employing several common Biblical motifs in her plotline, carefully characterizing her protagonist, and developing a setting that satirizes the modern world.&
Housing with the Kirkland boy band pt4 (KBXReader)You looked at the leather cord solemnly, glancing up at him when he gasped.Housing with the Kirkland boy band pt4 (KBXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Allistor brandished the leather bracelet at you. “Where did you get this?!” You blinked, lost for words. How did he know what that was? “C’mon don’t play dumb with me!” Allistor practically bared his teeth at you. You stuttered something nonsensical, falling silent.
“This is the bracelet Blue always wore!” You winced at your stage name, a grimace playing around your lips. “I wasn’t aware she’d sold it....” you heard and you looked up to see Allistor staring at it intently.
“Are you...?” Allistor grinned sheepishly and sat back down on the bed. “I’m a big fan of hers. Still am in fact. It’s such a shame she left.” You held back a hiss. That’s what they’d said you’d done? They said you’d left?! What a farce!
“That’s not what
GermanyxReaderxIreland One thing that always seemed to take you off-guard was the close relation to your two friends, Ludwig Beildschmidt and Seamus Kirkland. You knew that Seamus' younger brother, Arthur, and Ludwig couldn't be considered anything close to friends.GermanyxReaderxIreland3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Second, those two barely had anything in common. Seamus was a carefree, happy-go-lucky Irishman. Ludwig was a strict, drill-sergeant type German man.
On many occasions, you believed it was the beer. Yes, both men could undoubtably drink pints of the amber alcohol and be able to hold it down rather well. Although, when a meeting was held at either's country, they'd end up at the bar, occasionally with their siblings.
And guess which lovely little nation did the bars or pubs usually call?
Yes, since you were a close friend and ally to both nations (meaning Germany and Ireland), you were often called at ridiculous hours of the night (maybe even at daybreak) to come collect them.
The First of His Kind What am I to use?The First of His Kind3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Girl was soaked
to the bone now, and still crying,
the kind of tears that made her teeth
show, and which made her cough
and take deep breaths. I stared. Everything
that was human was welling up in me - like
those tears. It is something when someone is
crying for easy things. Crying is not hard. But
this was something else. There is a person - a
real, live person. I cannot change the channel
like the rest of my generation. I know that
if I left her here, then - but I cannot leave her.
She is a person - a person worthy of my respect
and awe - reduced to