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 a
Quite a Big FlukeThe headquarters of the Inter-Dimensional Police. A massive building, magnificent, full of bustling people from every version of Earth that can be imagined. A place I never thought I'd be standing in. A place that two days ago, I wouldn't have believed existed. But two days ago, I didn't have a trainee uniform with an IDP patch. I didn't have a mentor named Otto, who could hop dimensions as easily as most people walk through a doorway. I didn't have a sense back then of how big reality really is.Quite a Big Fluke4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
And this crowd seemed to fill all of it. For half an hour, I'd been scanning the masses, picking out black uniforms and searching for anyone who lo
Happy New Year, loveSuddenly, the nights seem to end so much quicker and the days just keep dragging onto forever. Futility overcomes me as I continue being spread too thin and snap. I am caught in these moments where I finally forget all the rules, all that need not- cannot be spoken, and capsize under the bludgeoning weight of your smoldering stare. Don't you dare; my body is drenched in crude kerosene holding a matchbox in one hand and a single stick in the other, waiting on your signal to strike. 12 seconds are all I need to grab you by the shoulders, push you against a wall, unbuckle your calm and composure, wrinkle away your wry smile, place my hand upon yHappy New Year, love5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Skin of HumanityCarve ten foot wordsThe Skin of Humanity4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into twelve foot walls.
You'll be immortalized forever,
through all of time and space.
etched deep enough
into the skin of humanity
to touch the bone.
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a millio
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me7 months ago in Adult More Like This
Too often, we lean toward writing to the general audience. I've rewritten this very letter at least three times, and had to scrap it each time because it did not accomplish what it needs to accomplish. It needs to be a letter to you, not to every teenage girl in America. It needs to speak to your heart, your dreams, and your faults. It needs to be about you.
Since we were able to comprehend compassion, we've used it as a shield to avoid ourselves. We've sympathized with the plights of the starving in Asia, the trafficked in India, the raped and tortured in Sudan and Burma. We've given to the Red Cross on behalf of hurricane an
FootnoteI'm sitting here eatingFootnote5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
buttered toast and the time
you smeared your sandwich
on our vice principal's
breast crosses my mind—
perhaps I should be more serious
on the anniversary of your death
but I just heard word
of a woman being stoned
to bloody pulp for being
and now I see (forgive me)
you dancing with some boy
driving hips into thigh sinking low
until your hair tickles
the floor (this story ends
with his cola trickling down
your white gown) and there I go being funny
forgive me for rambling but these stars
are lovely tonight and I dare say
they might be
beautiful as you (or possibly just
expired warningsI hate to break it to you but we're all betting on the day whenexpired warnings4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your nightmares will swallow you whole and you won't
remember how to open your eyes. we forget your voice,
it broke and no one buried the pieces. we're giving you up:
secessions (your ribcage is a civil war, your heart is the victim.
there will be no memorial; there are only red flags)
obsessions pick your bones dry, vulture needs, vulgar
mortality argues at least you're not alive
at least you can't see us anymore, counting the knots
in your neck and catastrophes in your mouth. in
your summer cage you were a soggy butterfly bearing
a cumbersome cross. now, we leave yo
NymphTranslucent asNymph1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dragonfly wing—
your hair fans
in the water, and
the sun bleeds.
Welcome, Sweet Helen -DFC Day 18Welcome to heaven.Welcome, Sweet Helen -DFC Day 185 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Welcome, sweet Helen.
Lingers here. Lessen
Your soul's oppression.
Ponder and question
Your bloody beckon.
Dead at eleven.
Dying since seven.
Your own procession.
This is transgression,
Your souls Recession.
Welcome to heaven.
A Curtain Between Us -DFC Day 29IA Curtain Between Us -DFC Day 295 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tell you how
I'd burn this place
Down to bring you back from the dreary depths.
I'd dismantle Forever's foundation,
Just to find my
Sestina: Paean's SonsThe hearts of hills speak often in a hush--Sestina: Paean's Sons5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whisper they of love now lost, now carrion.
Without fear, uneffaced, these hills, sans dissemblance,
Raising mouthless voices in greater laud,
Dance now into languor. Thus imbued,
The lightest tintinnabulation raised a paean.
Once the Sons of Adam sang a paean,
Standing in the winter cold and hush;
Leaves no longer scattered, wind frostily imbued.
Trees' unhealthy branches: bones and carrion
Lifted to the skies. Adam's laud
Endless, cold, in frosty air, such dissemblance.
Do not let the bite of frost impinge thee: shun dissemblance
Pointed, falling out of sorts to dirge, from paean.
GeographyMy last year of elementary schoolGeography8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up
We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms
Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera
Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect
It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them o
City SkylinesCity SkylinesCity Skylines6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The afternoon finally lulls to sleep as the
Dusk rises in quiet splendor.
A new world arises in the nighttime atmosphere.
From a bird's watchful eye:
The skyscrapers shine like bumbling fireflies,
Blinking in the eyes of darkness.
Dazzling us with illuminating delights,
Synced by the midnight owl's solemn serenade.
From a worm's earthly view:
The stars wink in the dark azure sky.
While the ivory moon glows in tranquility.
Houses rest in their deep slumber,
As the silent night hymns a lowly echo.
Midnight slowly descends to the morning twilight,
As the sun begins to show her magnificence.
Another day slowly makes
SureSure.Sure5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you say when you are not.
You have no reason to be.
Exactly as you are now,
Writhing with ineptitude and a blank
Line upon line
With lily white fragrances
Smoking up the room until it is black with smut
And the sky falls harder than it ever has before
Or aren't you?
About the serenades of lovers gone by
Or mechanical boys
Making prolific messes on the silted floor
Shutting the door
It is an unbalanced beam
Shaking your legs until you cannot walk
And you just talk about the weather
Because you cannot fathom anything deeper
What about world peace?
Diebhidhe: Ink KingdomsWhat justice comes from teacupsDiebhidhe: Ink Kingdoms5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bringing tell-tale mem'ries up
To light, unloved and straining
'Gainst guarded hearts complaining?
Take up the tomes of freedom
The classics, cut from kingdoms,
From republics, raw democracies
Crossing years of youth that bleeds.
Raw emotion poured from poets
Thrust as far as they can throw it
Into rain and run-off streams
Ancient dynasties and dreams.
Blood and ink and rain congeal
Written well and safely sealed.
Posterity promised praise;
Children's children read and raised
Teacups by a tender fire
Books in bundles stacking higher.
Rain outside falls fast about;
Old men keep the kingdoms ou
The Spine Poem: For Voice and CelloThe Spine PoemThe Spine Poem: For Voice and Cello6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Espy the cello-
spine! A twelve-tone vertebrate
beckons an old hand
to crack stiff couples,
one tender transition, and
a loos'ning trio.
song: paints a godless science-
your brain, and your neck:
sharp pink crags grip umber clouds.
Of fifth lifts, the first.
At the zenith, a
bomb shells out twin craters, and
lungs lunge at your heart,
expire ashen ghosts:
vapor-eyes agape; bobbing,
flapping wings molt ash.
Grinned lips split, earth's crust,
broken bread, spilled seed, plumbing
trunks, branches, twigs, tips…
Your dim, amber mind
Celestial Memoriestrust flees from the Earth, dodging the pale moon andCelestial Memories4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
arcing over gaseous planets, setting out to escape this
galaxy…searching for binary stars to settle upon, twin
infernus spheres interlocked with each other’s life…
Greeks believed the Sun revolved around we[aklings],
shoddy excuses for forms of life…knowledgeable of the
world yet ignorant of themselves (and others)…forsaken
intelligence lost amidst bleeding hearts and decaying
cerebral cortices—trapped in pyramidal waves where the
sun hid between bleached stones, shifting sands framing
golden rays—beauty lost in the span of a millennium nev
Of Pure Heart and Bad MindOf Pure Heart and Bad MindOf Pure Heart and Bad Mind4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I look like a sweet thing from the outside.
Rosy cheeks, long hair, green glinting eyes.
So it always comes as a big surprise,
When people look beyond my wholesome smile.
Because although my heart is gold,
I'm ruled by a twisted mind.
It's infected by my past torments,
So I live life sheltered and blind.
What was life breathed into me for,
When I've no power to live?
What was my heart made pure for,
When I've got nothing to give?
You're going to love me.
And I'll hate you.
My torment runs like poison through my blood,
And you'll realise it hinders my ability to love.
You're going to leave me.
A Bit of GoodnessSubtle hints of smoky darknessA Bit of Goodness4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lining flavor crisp and sweet
Melts in your mouth
Your life's complete
And all because of chocolate.
Your sorrows turn to boundless joy
And life is filled with rainbows
Dreams can come true
This you now know
And all because of chocolate.
Almonds adding darker flavor
Truffles rippling, smooth and sweet
Your heart is full,
Your life complete
And all because of chocolate.
RapunzelAlone, she sits in her tower, no longer the scared little girl she was, now a bitter woman. Her mother had told her a prince would save her, where was he? She cuts her hair and pieces of her past that she wants no one to see. She won’t wait any longer to be saved, she’ll rescue herself. Once her heart ached as she paced in her tiny world, no more, no more, she decided as she felt the short ends of her hair. Upon a rope made of torn bed sheets and curtains, she descends from her tower, no longer prisoner of her own accord.Rapunzel4 months ago in Settings More Like This
The sun bathes her and her skin feels too tight. She’s too far from the home she’d known all thes
what I wrote instead of an essay I vaguely remember dreaming last night about being in a brightly but sadly lit gas station in the middle of the night, and the world felt so big and I was naked in the face of it- nothing to lose, a whole night of things to experience. There was something so stark and lonely about that bright gas station light, a kind of uncomfortable blankness. But that's what I crave, isn't it? I crave that unpleasant yet indescribably desirable feeling of the shedding of security blankets; the security of my house, of everyone I know, of my routine and my ideas about what my life is going to be- everything I've been wrapped up in all these years thatwhat I wrote instead of an essay4 months ago in Scraps More Like This
Fool us onceI found out why,Fool us once4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Big bruder's in trouble,
Ratted on all of them,
They broke a rule,
Of not leaving a game,
And apparently that's
A suspendable offence,
She got caught,
Got scared and spilled,
About all five of them,
And now she's silent,
I've never been this angry,
She's the same girl,
Who tried to send Brandon to jail,
And now bruder's in trouble,
Fool us once, shame on you,
Fool us twice, shame on us.
The ^Artist^There's something kind of intimidating about a blank piece of paper.The ^Artist^5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Needing to fill it, but the fear of sharing
makes it nonsense.
A misplacement of happenstance thoughts,
that any number of people could share.
(Something) exhilarating about an empty sheet of paper!
Wanting to share your thoughts, feelings, inspiration, but...
That incoherent struggling.
A war of the mind and soul against themselves.
All the "what if"'s
the "throw yourself under the bus"'s
to see if you can survive the impact
of reality to skin deep sensations.
Voices chattering around your torn up shell.
Chatter Chatter chittering away
on a cloud of chalk