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When I Was YoungerI was always a person of high tastes even in my youth, using a bathroom at a Gas Station was disgusting, if I am going to go to a disgusting toilet it is going to be in a bar. Well before I was 21 when I went somewhere it was always by taking the back roads. Now back to the story. You can drive for miles and not find a place to shop but you can almost always find a Gas Station or a Bar.When I Was Younger7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
This story starts by going for one of those rides and this time we were driving the border of my State, so when I had to go to the bathroom we were not even sure what State we were in, both of us thought we were in the home state and when we found the bar we were correct. You have to remember back then cell phones were the size of a brick so everybody still used pay phones, so I called home and told them where I was and besides drinking we were going to get something to eat (lie) and I would be home later.
As my friend and I were sitting at the bar having a beer this elderly lady came up to me and thank
Floating on FireThe warm air buffets me upwardFloating on Fire9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into happy delirium
only to fall and again
be scorched.
If OnlyIf OnlyIf Only6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a somewhere over the rainbow
Where me and my dog can go
Pain washed away by the rain , warmth and sunshine remains
A place where love and happiness flows
Tears and fears we'll never know
Flowers of joy always grow
What a dream it would be
Only if it were so ..
Spuren im Sand - Footprints in the SandSpuren im Sand - Footprints in the Sand6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deutsch / German
*** Spuren im Sand ***
Eines Nachts hatte ich einen Traum:
Ich ging am Meer entlang mit meinem Herrn.
Vor dem dunklen Nachthimmel
erstrahlten, Streiflichtern gleich,
Bilder aus meinem Leben.
Und jedes Mal sah ich zwei Fußspuren im Sand,
meine eigene und die meines Herrn.
Als das letzte Bild an meinen Augen
vorüber gezogen war, blickte ich zurück.
Ich erschrak, als ich entdeckte,
dass an vielen Stellen meines Lebensweges
nur eine Spur zu sehen war.
Und das waren gerade die schwersten
Zeiten meines Lebens.
Besorgt fragte ich den Herrn:
„Herr, als ich anfing, dir nachzufolgen,
da hast du mir versprochen,
auf a
Get The Funk OutGet The Funk Out9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get the Funk Out
I can think of ways to turn your thoughts on
Get you off while keeping your clothes on
Just give me the password to get inside
I promise I won't bite hard.
Don't try to hide
I just want to touch you
mentally
Kiss you
subliminally
Or better yet...let me undress your emotions
Caress your mind process
I just want to ride on your train of thoughts
If your mind's a trap, I've already been caught
Let your mind do what it does
Open your mental gates and let me through
Because I wonder if your mind is ever on me
I would be your pillow just to be in your dreams
I keep thinking of our feelings, our chemistry
Rename
How an Artist FeelsHow an Artist Feels9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lifting up the dress of the world and looking under her saturated Gorgy exterior I wonder to myself if this planet is devoid of life. I breathe in a breath of what I think is fresh air. Her girth is torturous; her depth is full of kindness. I look out over the water that looks like a desert covered in blue dust and it reminds me of a song lost in my memory…. "If there's one thing in my life that's missing
it's the time that I spend alone. Sailing on the cool and bright clear water. There's lots of those friendly people. They're showing me ways to go. But I neve
No Mothers DayHow I miss you MotherNo Mothers Day1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another day feeling smothered
Inside a broken heart you'll live
In my mind memories will never subside
It's been years since you've died
The pain I feel still severe
I find myself drowning in my own tears .
-:Now:- {Writing}-:Now:- {Writing}2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now is the moment.
The futures like a fog,
maybe it's happy,
maybe it's grim
but it's not true.
The past is gone,
the pain and joys recalled,
warped by the ego,
they aren't true either.
The only time is NOW.
The only truth is NOW.
When you're really alive
and you feel aware and awake
that is when NOW is here.
Why live in falsehood?
The present is a present
so be present.
Live Now!
(inspired by Eckhart Tolle)
My Thoughts About The Election We have just seen, in the United States of America, the first mixed race African-American and Caucasian President re-elected for his second term. I believe this election sends a number of clear messages and I feel it behooves us to understand what these messages are.My Thoughts About The Election6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
First and foremost, what I would call the most important thing the Republican Party should learn from this is that you cannot infringe on the rights of citizens. If you try to take away the rights of women, of immigrants, of people with alternative lifestyles, you will continue to lose. This is the Twenty First century guys... things have changed, and you REALLY need to get with the times.
Second, it is very very evident that the American people no longer believe the old conservative line (or should I say lie?) about tax breaks for the wealthy creating jobs. You need to look no further than recent history, each time we have chosen a Republican and enacted these sorts of tax cuts, we have lost jobs
DARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)Classidia feeds in the moonlightDARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whilst dreaming of the sun,
A million stars may light the night,
But for her there's only one.
Many years have drifted past
Since last she saw a sunrise,
The Dark Angel with a heart of gold,
And The Vampire Queen still cries.
Times flies if you are having fun,
You don't notice that it's passing;
But when one becomes immortal,
Then it's truly everlasting.
One can face eternity
If there's someone there to share it,
But her anger just feeds madness,
And no longer can she bear it.
The evil Nemset took her life
In more than just one way;
She was brought across, her lover died,
On that Godforsaken
Not This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t Again6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
By Charles Kunkle Jr (aka fraterchaos)
On Friday, in Jacksonville, Florida, Michael Dunn, a 45 year old man shot to death a 17 year old black teen over loud music. It seems that Jordan Davis was a passenger in a car with some friends, in a parking lot of a convenience store, and the teens were listening to loud music on the car stereo. When Mr. Dunn ordered them to turn down the music, they ignored his demands.
Apparently, this gave Mr Dunn all the excuse he needed, to begin firing randomly into the car. He fired at least 8 times, yet only hit Davis (or anyone else) twice. And after the shooting he fled the scene. Bys
Let's Talk factsLet's Talk FactsLet's Talk facts5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)
In the wake of the tragedy in Newtown Conn. this past week, there's been a lot of stuff bandied about, and I have made no secret of my opinions about the subject. Personally, I fully favor a semi-automatic assault weapons ban, and a ban on high capacity magazines. I have met with a good deal of opposition on this, by people who make numerous claims and excuses and arguments that to me, simply don't wash.
One of the things we've been hearing a lot of, is the "arm the teachers" argument. In some ways, this almost sounds like it makes sense... if those teachers had had guns, they coul
A Questionby Charles Kunkle Jr (fraterchaos)A Question1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
Recently, we've all been hearing a lot about the Keystone XL Pipeline and "Tar Sands Oil". There has been much said and written concerning this, both pro and con. And with the recent pipeline spills, the subject seems to be heating up. But there is a question that, so far, I have not heard anyone asking, and most certainly have not heard anyone even trying to answer.
Now, granted, it's possible someone has asked this question, and it's even possible it's been answered, and I simply missed it, but I'd still like to know the answer, if there's anyone who can actually explain it...
Basically
Paralysed By PerfectionParalysed By Perfection4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Paralysed By Perfection
When you visualise the outcome
all you can see is failure.
You can't imagine anything good
being produced.
It seems like a lot of work to start,
an enormous hurdle.
You might not like what you do,
it might be an embarrassment to yourself.
If you don't show it anyone then who will know
so does it matter?
It feels weird to start, forbidden and uncomfortable.
What if ideas don't come? What if it can't be expressed as I like?
I try to remember Bob Ross and his 'happy accidents'.
Does anything excellent come from the first attempt anyway?
Probably sometimes when you're in that flow
but if you've been locked down and bloc
Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Ever since the 2012 election, there has been an ongoing discussion about how the republican party can regain it's influence. Many ideas have been put forward, basically from two camps. The moderate republicans say they need to find a way to appeal to the general population more, basically becoming more "center-right" and then there is the bat-crap crazy, ultra-conservative wing (sometimes called the TEA Party) which firmly believes becoming even more intransigent, more unintelligent, and basically, far more bat-crap crazy, is the way to win elections... I think anyone with a bit of sense can see that
DREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel SagaStrondar rubbed his tired eyesDREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel Saga8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That were red, as if he'd wept,
Another night had dragged on by
And again he'd hardly slept.
He felt he should remember something,
That he almost had forgotten,
But when he tried, the thought turned to dust,
Like a parchment that is rotten.
He knew the name Classidia,
And saw the image of a girl,
Bur also blood and violence
And darkness in a whirl.
Yet there was no fear of the name
Or the thoughts he had in part,
And somehow he must find the truth
To fill the void within his heart.
Three nights ago he was attacked
Of this there is no doubt,
But the details were elusive,
Had he only been knocke
DARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)A cold dark nightDARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pale moon rising,
The bat she leaves the belfry
The vampire's on the wing.
Her bright eyes are red lightning
She rides the sky like thunder,
The yearning is upon her
She seeks to slake her hunger.
Her preternatural hearing
Captures sounds from far below,
A young thief alone is walking,
Her urge begins to grow.
Landing, she takes human form
Concealed behind a tree,
Classidia's the beauty all in black
With skin like ivory.
Her fluidity of movement,
Brings her within his sight,
An enchantress of such promise,
A Dark Angel of the night.
He moves towards her willingly,
With only passion in his eyes;
But th
a questionOk I got a question... if we have to give rich people and big business more tax cuts, because they are "job creators"... so my question is, you've had these tax cuts for at least 8 years now, some for 11 years, and where the are the jobs????a question10 months ago in Editorial More Like This
George Bush gave you tax cuts in 2001, and more in 2003... you have had them all this time, but instead of creating any jobs, you've lost jobs!!!!! So give me this crap about tax cuts creating jobs... what are they going to do if we don't give them tax cuts, not create even more jobs????? And why should we let the rich and corporate jackals hold us hostage?
Tax cuts at the expense of the middle class d
Keep the scene9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Project Royalty Codes - Re-CreationChapter NineProject Royalty Codes - Re-Creation1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Section Forty-six
Let’s Stop This Thing
Sandra McLane
Sandra stood in the frozen street, gazing up at the large dark grey meteor. She had her school uniform on, which rustled in the blowing ocean wind. Sandra kept her hands pointed straight up at the meteor.
She sent a couple more balls of blue sparking lightning, which shoot towards the meteor. Sandra gazed over towards a building, which was to her right. She could see Skylar’s light blue eyes staring down at her.
The last outer surface of the meteor flacked off. The pieces of the meteor vanished into dust. The dark blue rocky meteor had fire burning around the rocky outer layer. The meteor continued to fall towards earth. The meteor was still gain speed, as it rushed out of the sky.
Sandra looked over her right should at the paved street.
Gods of Death prologueGods of Death prologue8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
"Death hurry get up here!" Shawn screamed as we ran up 30 flights of stairs to get to a balcony that could see all of New York City.
Yep,We are New York City's biggest threat. No one knows who we are.
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Hole againI am blue; I am down; I am depressed;Hole again8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!
Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.
My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.
WonderlandWhat of pain?Wonderland9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.
Sta.sh
