The Americans just got PorkedThe Americans just got Porked3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I talked about in a previous journal entry how obama's bankster thugs make money off your food stamps. The leftists made excuses as usual.
There is this "tax the rich" campaign going on in America. It is everywhere, Americans are being manipulated into believing taxing the rich will fix all our debt...It wont. If you taxed all 425 billionaires in America at 100%, all that money would be gone within a year, and it would not have fixed a thing. America would then be left without it's billionaires to invest in new endeavors, and dissolving any further stimulation to the already dilapadating economy. Almost all billionaires are probably horrible people, but the politicians allow the rich to destroy our economy. The politicians give the billionaires the keys.
Talk show host Thom Hartmann recently said on his program, he wants billionaires to be taxed at 100%. He also wants an income cap to be set up, so billionaires in America can not exist. Yes, he wants to rid of all Billionaire in A
Microsoft WordIf my life was a Microsoft Word DocumentMicrosoft Word6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From this place.
This terrible day.
And start over.
Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years 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
New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-"I'm done rebelling." Miku complained kicking the bus bench.New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miku it's been an hour since we left the agency!" Piko said leaning over his bench to tap Miku on the head.
"Yeah and now I'm bored I so could use some starbucks." She groaned.
"Seriously Miku? You where the first to volunteer." Rin exclaimed.
"Miku's very strong willed." Len laughed full of sarcasticness. (I know thats not a real word!)
"Very." Gakupo agreed leaning over his bench seat behind me and reaching down at me. I punch his hand away leaning against Len who sat next to me. Len turned his head and gave a smug grin to Gakupo and slid his arm around my shoulders.
"Well, I have just one question." Rin spoke up from across the aisle.
"Yeah?" Everyone chorused.
"Um where do we go now?" She asked. Everyone grew silent except the other random passengers.
"Aw crap. Now you didn't happen to think about that did ya Pizza?" Meiko asked. We all gave her one funny look. She pointed at Piko.
"Hey now! I'm no food! Are you high? It
Sonnet 116I will say there never was such a love,Sonnet 1168 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was so pure and true.
For love will always alter,
when one finds a new.
It is likely to bend,
when one be an hour away,
and it is not forever fixed,
in one place to stay.
It is priceless,
only because it cannot be bought,
it only exists,
because it is forever sought.
If what I say is wrong, and can be proven true,
then everyone I have loved, even you.
Cindy's Story: Chapter 116Cindy's Story: Chapter 1164 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
116. Insanity Ensues
So, as the weeks passed, everyone had to adjust to Cindy's frequently changing moods, strange cravings, and even her changing form. The following scenes were some of the weird things that they had to live through.
During one trip to the store, Alyssa had Cindy tagging along. Alyssa plucked the groceries she needed, and then crossed them off from her list. Every once in awhile, she'd look back and see if Cindy was behaving. The Typhlosion did for the most part. But, as they were finishing up, Cindy had a strange craving, and she wandered into one of the aisles.
When Alyssa had noticed that she was missing, she rushed around the store, hoping Cindy wasn't causing any mayhem. When she had found the aisle Cindy had wandered into, what she found was not something she expected Cindy to do.
Right in her paws was a can of baby formula! Not only that, it was open too. Cindy was
We're not quite there yetWe're not quite there yet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're not quite there yet
On the dark side of the moon
As they hang out stars like decorating a tree
Wrapping the sun up in tinfoil
Spreading a new blanket of snow up on the ground
Sprinkling sand across beds of seaweed
Waiting for the moon to go down
Writing words up on the wind
Folding paper planes just right
Tucking the volcano into for the night
Making waves by jumping into the sea
Counting souls 1, 2, 3
Singing songs of forgotten lore
Telling the world to sleep as we close the door
Tapping out Morse codes with our toes
Screaming out loud while blowing your nose
Geese flying backwards into space
Grass hoppers hopping along with the human race
Laying down the law enforcing the weather
Drawing a circle into a square
Riding a wild westerly wind
Falling upwards wearing a grin
Travel with me form the past
Holding out for hope will it last?
Hopscotch and jacks while pouring out the dew
Come along follow the sun as she races around the world
Follow me, follow me and deed my words
Mounstros en el armarioMounstros en el armarioMounstros en el armario3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Es una noche tranquila en el barrio tranquilo de una ciudad tranquila. El reloj recién marca las tres de la mañana. En la calle sólo se escucha a los perros aullando a la luna llena, escoltada por las estrellas y constelaciones que danzan lentamente a través del cielo nocturno. Un sigiloso gato corre por la calle, ocultándose entre las sombras de la noche. En un ágil movimiento brinca la cerca que protege una casa, y se aproxima hacía la entrada, donde se sienta a relamer su pata, prestando poca atención a ese concierto dedicado a la luna.
En el segundo piso de aquella casa, en una habitación con aviones pintados en la pared y juguetes esparcidos por el suelo, un pequeño de poco más de 6 años duerme placidamente. Abraza con cariño a su blanco oso de peluche, obsequio de su madre en su cuarto cumpleaños. En su mesita de noche hay un vaso de agua y pañuelos, ju
Happy Birthday, MichelleThirteen years since youve been placedHappy Birthday, Michelle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this earth to meet your fate
Bribed with cookiessent with love
Join the dark side. Its what you dreamed of.
Come with me and lets explore
All the things you havent seen before.
On your birthday, you can fly
Drift away and touch the sky.
On a cloud, you can eat your pie
Look back on the past with a sigh.
Growing older, but still always young at heart
Journey forward and make a start.
Thirteen years have gone and pass
Teenage times are here to last
At least for a few years, that is
But it will go by in a whiz.
So Happy Birthday I give to you
May all your birthday wishes come true!
For you a cheerful person and good friend
Dont make me have to repeat this poem again!
Now remember not to trip off the stage
Maybe I should put you in a cage.
That way you can never get hurt again
Will this poem ever end?
I keep thinking of new things to add
I hope this doesnt make you mad
Don't RememberDeep breath.Don't Remember9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your nose and out your mouth.
Calm yourself. Don't let it take control.
You will embarass yourself.
Don't shed the tears that are welling up.
Cover your face with your hair so they won't see your face get red.
As the tears drip down, don't let them hit the desk.
And the sniffle thats coming should be quick and muffled.
When the hurt gets worse, don't cry hard.
As your body starts to shake, don't make a sound.
Run when you whimper, no one wants to hear your pain.
And when the feeling subsides,
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
A Naruto AlphabetA Naruto Alphabet.A Naruto Alphabet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A is for Asuma, the guy with the knives,
With his chain-smoking habit he endangers young lives.
B is for Byakugan, the whitest of eyes
It sees all directions and is never surprised.
C is for Choji, but dont call him fat,
He may be big boned, but he likes it like that.
D is for Danzo, the leader of Root
For things like emotion he wont give a hoot.
E is for Ebisu, the master of education
Closet perversion is his aberration
F is for Fandom, the Naruto obsessed
Im in that number, as you may have guessed
G is for Gaara, the Ninja of Sand,
The grains of the desert are his to command
H is for Hokage, the leader of the Leaf,
He died in the series, much to our grief
I is for Itachi, the Mangekyo user,
He fights little Sasuke, but he is the loser.
J is for Jiraiya, the pervy toad sage
In his pursuits of research, he wont act his age.
K is for Kakashi, coolest of all
His lone Sharingan will copy it all.
L is for Lee, who works really h
The EndermanNightfall. Nighttime. Night. Darkness. Stars. Moon. Wait... moon? Moon, round and bright. Crescent shaped. Moon. Sun? No, sun is gone. No sun. Good. Sun is bad. Sun is evil. Darkness is good. Darkness is perfection.The Enderman4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now we build.
Bit by bit, block by block. Darkness consumes, but no matter. Moonlight enough, more then enough. So I build-- we build. They are not far, but I am alone. Black skin. White eyes. Long arms. Long legs. Tall, too tall. Building, always building (but why?)
Sandcastles (previous night). Wooden tower (not mine). Waves of the ocean--
OCEAN! AWAY get
away get away
get away get away
get away get away--
I escaped. Water far away. Keep it away. Building again. Towers, pyramids, anything, everything. Far away, they are far away. I cannot see them. Oh well, must build, they will be fine.
Small tower, getting larger. No joy, never joy, must build. Resources,
Sensations in WordsI find it strangeSensations in Words9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The things I feel
When I think of people
I've yet to sight
The ones I've never heard
Never scented on the air
Never even heard of until I came here
Yet even though
I've yet to come face to face
Or even back to back
I know I care enough
For a silly little moment
That I play within my head
I want to hold your hands in mind
Friend to Friend
And stare into your eyes
With a foolish grin
No words would be required
Because I've read enough to know
That I would like you
I'd love to tackle
If only to feel you smile
Ode to the WeakExcuse the brutality that I so present youOde to the Weak9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But don't you ever try and read me again
Floating by as dust on the wind
Insignificance at its peak
You're no different
With your smiles and kind words
Your sympathy and false thoughts
I'm not screaming
I don't require your help or attentions
Leave me be…
Go bother something more prone to physically ripping you apart
Unless you want me to pick you apart
With words alone
Insecure little puppy,
That you are
Clinging to me like some sort of security
Like I accepted you way back when
Why don't you look reality in the face for once?
Look at the lies I fed you
See the fury pumping through thinly walled veins
The blood blackening,
Burnt by flame
"I just want you to be happy,"
Or so you claim
Yet still you plague me like a disease unwanted
Nipping at my heels and begging for attention
I've told you before to leave me be
That you're the cause to my unhappy state
The mother of my stress
The father to my hate
The reason for my tears,
Hollo WeenHollo Ween3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Orange face glowing out
Color leafs leaping about
Black cats on parade
Old wrinkle grandmothers harking lemonade
Full moonless night
Children screaming running from a fright
Grave diggers turning ground
Dogs barking chasing their own tails around
Fairies skipping rope
While goblins and ghouls are smoking dope
Sweet treats over flowing pails
Blind men waxing brail
Hungering for a sugar rush
Pulling open doors with just one push
Calling out shouting with laughter
As we celebrate the here after
On Broken Wings I FlySo many voicesOn Broken Wings I Fly9 years ago in Open More Like This
Fighting in my mind
Dominating from the bottom she pierces me
Watching over from the top she caresses me
On each side Im twisted and broken
Healed and uncoiled
To break again
Hiding behind my music box
Humming my lonely tunes
They find me again
And shatter my soul
To patch it back up with a grin
I cant help but smile at their antics
Such a violent self hate
Holding hands with compassion
Ive never been so sadistically sincere
When realization dawns upon night eyes
The hate I feel to love
Is the love I feel to hate
Yin and yang would be so jealous of me now
With a sharp yank to the hair
I let them push me to my knees
To see what is coming would be cheating
Yet cheating has always been so sweet
Eyes rise to meet
Chained from the chest full of broken ribs
Binding my wings to a wall of esteem
Watching the wall shudder and crumble
Snapping my wings as it breaks upon itself
Air shrieks upon the warm daylight
Shifting and churning into something new
Don't Fret LoveShe is sitting at home; alone, scared, confused and praying to God everything will be okay. The fear, which I am sure is a suffocating thing, blinds her. I will wipe away the fog for her. She is loved, more than she can ever know, she is loved. People will walk for her, pray for her and hold her hand throughout all of the hard parts. She will have support. She will never be alone. She will be loved and she will be okay.Don't Fret Love9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
So don't cry love, don't fret. We have your back and you have us all. Never forget that whatever happens you can always call on us, your family, your friends and we will always be there for you. You are in our hearts, in our prayers, forever and always.
One Month AgoOne month ago, my world stopped spinningOne Month Ago7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart kept racing, all alone
I kissed your hand, I kissed your nose
I paced for hours, in the hall
I sang beside you, all night long
Shared our stories, had some laughs
Shared our secrets, shed some tears
I saw you blink, I saw your eyes
I saw your body, but felt your soul
Your lips not moving,
I heard a whisper, heard my name
Rushed to your side, your pulse was slowing
Your mother screamed, your father cried
When we arrived, I saw you fighting
The numbers jumping, up then down
I held your hand, I watched your chest,
Rise and fall, with every breath
Could not believe, that you might die
Could not believe, you had to survive
One month ago, our world stopped spinning
Your brother said
Cant find his pulse
Could not believe, could not believe
I kissed your hand, I kissed your nose
I felt the warmth, still fading away
I felt a liquid stain my lip
It was your body
It was your soul
Your life echoed in my own
I see the world, it
La gotera*ploc* *ploc*La gotera3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suena la gotera del lavabo. Su chapoteo resuena al unísono con el caminar del segundero del reloj que cuelga de la pared de la cocina. Ambos sonidos se encuentran, se mezclan y se vuelven un insoportable martilleo para los oídos de la mujer que trata de dormir en la cama matrimonial de su recámara. Hace un esfuerzo por descansar después de un día agotador, como lo intenta cada noche. Como falla cada noche.
Grita una voz infantil. La mujer trata de ignorarlo. Abre los ojos por un momento y vuelve a cerrarlos, deseando que haya sido su imaginación.
Grita de nuevo, esta vez con más fuerza. No es un sueño. El niño grita de verdad. La mujer se levanta con pesadez, tallándose los ojos y lamentándose el no haberse tomado esas píldoras para dormir que descansan en la mesita de noche que está junto a su cama.
Una frase...Tener verdadero éxito en la vida es: reír mucho y muchas veces, ganar el respeto de personas inteligentes, gozar del cariño de niños, ganar el reconocimiento de personas cualificadas y saber, soportar la traición de falsos amigos, apreciar la belleza, buscar lo mejor en los demás, dejar el mundo un poquito mejor de como lo encontraste - con un hijo sano, un jardín bonito o una persona más feliz - saber que al menos alguien ha vivido mejor gracias a ti...Una frase...5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en