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Flight ControlFlight Control2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flight Control:
Another morning rises on the C47 crew and Bill is rising up at 5:00A.M. doing daily radio operations at the base hub! With the commander coming in from a flight later today the entire crew plans on having an entire party this afternoon for his arrive and a rib-fest for all of the off duty crews. After a few hours of radio operations Bill was off duty and went back to his bunkers where all the guys were enjoying their time off! It was very seldom that so many guys that Bill associated with and new really well as friends were off. So Bill was delighted that he could have several drinks and words with his friends! Even thou
O+ [Part II]O+ [Part II]6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Lee slapped his forehead. The colors radiating from the large screen reflecting off his face, dancing about, making strange patterns as he stared at it; mouth gaping. He stood in the center of the mall, amidst mass looting and vandalism. By now he was used to the sound of smashing glass and heated shouts. Immoral men shouted commands to their partners, asking them to help haul merchandise out of the mall, while several others clanged up and down the dysfunctional escalators. He internally drove the brutal ambiance to the back of his mind, trying to instead concentrate upon the close-captioned words that blared upon the screen.
What he ha
God CriesGod Cries10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is wrong with the world today?
Nobody listens to what we have to say,
I try the hardest for the ones that I love,
Yet, it seems that it is never enough,
My generation had picked a bad time,
Being poisoned to make up new crimes,
With the masses we reach for these antidotes,
Then we find ourselves reading our own death notes,
In our time,
In this life,
We destroy,
Everything,
And every time it rains,
We should be ashamed,
Because that's the time,
When God cries,
God cries,
Now the world is a filthy mess,
We do nothing, but you do less,
So some people drug themselves numb,
When their lives become less fun,
And poor soul
Wait for my miracleWait for my miracle1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Daddy please hear this song, soft and sweet
In your head you can hear the screams
Of your memories, longing for those young days
wrapped in days of twilight long and raised
How you laughed when I told you I could see
all my secret songs that I kept so tight in my heart
and sung at night as loud as I could
settled down into the sea to swim once again
And in my dreams, my brother stands with me, holding hands
in a struggle to find my peace deep inside, sounding deep
And in my dreams your alive and your crying
as your arms, move in mine, soft and real
flowers rest on your arms, and how I love you
rest for your life, I'll always ta
Lose YourselfLose Yourself1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No one understands me as I fall to the ground
My heart is breaking with each thump and each pound
It all started back when my life was so great
I had the one I loved and I made no mistakes
But once it all shattered I fell to the floor
And I did not regret all I wanted was more
The pain that I craved was beginning to be
Everything that made me feel free
My head was spinning and I felt like a mess
I wanted to sleep and felt more than less
The bones that would jut from the cave of my waist
Was almost as bad as the blood I could taste
My knuckles were raw and my throat was soar
What was I even living for?
I always felt dizzy and wan
i) Wanderlusti),i) Wanderlust8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time I met the girl who started a revolution the sky was throwing down so much rain it felt like we were underwater. It was hard to breathe; and maybe that was because of all the rain, but probably it was because I looked at her face, under this dark red hood, and inside I was a story with all these feelings I could never say. I guess those feelings could only ever become words on paper - words in ink - not the kind I could ever speak aloud to anybody, if only because I couldn't bear for a person to see the look on my face while I remembered. Despite how good it felt - so hopeful, so desperately happy for what it was and could
LA-BAS / OVER THERE (poetry)6 months ago in Free Verse
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Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent an
The Wind2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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