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What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democratically—to meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as well—everywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
Round and round the garden..Sing to me and hold me until I go to sleep. That's a test of loyalty if ever there was one, for I am gathering dust upon layers of false chintzy cheeriness and glittery clothes. Look at me. To you I will always be that child, but to her I am that shadow whose name she can't quite remember, but does it matter? Green and purple became me, but I look at you and see nothing but a vorpal grin. Tick-tock, tick-tock! We are shadow people now, you and I. They will soon forget us and soon pass us by in the street, unsure if we were ever acquainted. I'm only 5 years old, or so they keep telling me. I'll clap my hands and giggle as we slowly tear the skRound and round the garden..9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
RunningI've never wanted to run away so much. Just keep running, until I can taste blood in my mouth and breathing hurts and you are so very far away. You stare blankly, and make my heart howl like a wild animal as it attacks my chest and fights against the bonds holding it in. Your gaze is steady, you know how much pain it's causing me. Your lips in a half smile as you bask in my pain. My vision blurs as A fresh batch of tears collects in my eyes, glazing them with my sadness. And you're still smiling, so proud of yourself. So gleeful at the fact that you inflicted this.Running1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Not what you wanted to hear...How can you miss someone so much? How can you stand that overwhelming feeling of wanting someone so much and them being far away? How do you deal with the fact that you know things will never work out?Not what you wanted to hear...4 months ago in Letters More Like This
I lost track of what I can do... I have tried, believe me. I don't know what I'm doing, what I'll be doing and that's scary sure, but you... You scare me to a point that I loose control over everything. My body still moves according to yours and I still feel sick to my stomach when I don't hear from you. Doesn't that part go away? I know you, I know it won't be possible but still, I wouldn't ever say no. I can't say it to you. But with all thi
F.E.A.R.The swift nimbus passed through once more, thought this time, the shimmering crystals weren't shinning. They were moving in strange patterns, something I had never seen before. Everything becomes distroted by it, and the feeling I get about being heavy and light isn't there; I just feel heavy. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I became petrified. Not even my eyes respond to my commands. I can hear everyone talking to me, but I just can't answer them. I feel so scared that I'll die right here. My heart is racing with adrenaline caused by fear, and that fear manifests itself as an old acquaintance.F.E.A.R.4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Come play with me...
Alma. She's here.
losing a love and loving a lostSometimes you lose people, you know? Sometimes you lose someone you love, and they can't come back. They die on you, take a little piece of your heart with them, and they don't come back. Sometimes you lose someone you love and it breaks your heart, it claws at your lungs and it breaks through your chest and leaks through your pores, and you're practically fucking emanating sadness, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're stuck writing about it in stupidly long sentences because you don't know what else to do with this itch beneath your skin, and you need to fucking do something with it because it's going to eat you alive. The ache thlosing a love and loving a lost4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
June 2nd.June 2nd.June 2nd.3 months ago in Letters More Like This
Dear xx,
Apparently this is counterproductive. My therapist thought this was going to be a wonderful idea, allowing me to get all of stresses and anger out in a 'safe environment.'
I don't think she expected me to hate on my ex boyfriend so fucking hard. I don't think that was a thing she was going for. But really, what did you expect from a girl who gave her broken heart to someone stupidly, only to have them return it in a worsened state?
It fucking hurt, what you did, thank you very much. And it may not sound like I'm over it, but I kind of am. I know, I know. I'm doing a really shitty job of acting like I'm over it.
To be h
colorsPurple colours.colors5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Reflect in harmony.
Sunsets light the sky with orange and pink.
Something to smile at when the world is dark, and grey.
We've all heard the stories. The once-upon-a-time's.
The beautiful prince and princess. Wanting to become kings and queens. To escape.
Escape the pain that haunts us. That follows us. That leads us.
Our shadows mimic our actions.
But they are not us. They are our grey sides. Our darker side of light.
Why is it so painful to breathe?
Waiting for the morning to stop the ache.
Stop the horror. Stop the pain.
Let the wishes pass through the looking glass.
Hope for something new.
As time passes.
~E
My demonLaying there, quietly, aloneMy demon6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Quiet
The feeling of something is there, unseen, but there
I sit up, but my body remains laying down
As I shout "show yourself" the figure becomes more visible
I lay back down and see the creature standing there
Glowing eyes piercing through me, Head of a wolf, tall, very tall
Draped in a long black hooded cloak or robe
Its hands, I can never get those things out of my head as it reached for me
Long fingers, almost like claws that are twice as long as the finger as a man
This is what haunts me, this is what hunts me
It grows closer
Help me before it hurts m
Sad WaterI'm floating on a raft in my river of tearsSad Water6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm floating on only hope in my sea of outcomes
I'm floating on trust, and faith in my drop of depression
I'm floating on a fine twig on my stream of silence
I'm drowing in my stabability in my pond of sanity
His Eyes Don't Sparkle AnymoreHis eyes sparkle in his eyes sparkle in his eyes sparkle in his eyes. Broken blue glass it's broken the fire blue broken again. The walls the walls. Why are the lines moving? They play like wonderful string instruments, such beautiful noises I can see. The colours are flying again, the colours and lines and noises and his eyes. But they're all gone now aren't they? All gone. I think they're gone anyway. Always anyway. Maybe the fire. Broken glass. The broken blue glass fire gone. But maybe. It's so short, so slow, so tedious, you know. The numbers are flying and the colours are singing again. It all makes more sense now but nobody understandsHis Eyes Don't Sparkle Anymore6 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Giving InGive up.Giving In3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
It's so easy to do.
Just....give up.
To laid down your sword, your shield, her armor, and simply give into life. It's much easier than facing your problems, so why not give up? Let it rule over you, place you in the corner to never be seen or heard from again. To suck every ounce of strength from your body, taking every drop of uniqueness and motivation, to leave a numb and lifeless shell of who you once were. When you've been beaten down, bruised and battered, it's so easy to simply stay down, and simply give up. So why not give up?
I'll tell you why.
Because you're needed.
You have purpose. You were put on Earth for a reason.
April 13th.April 13th.April 13th.3 months ago in Letters More Like This
Dear xx,
I panicked in your office today, I thought of him.
Well, no. I didn't panic because I thought of him. After I had the panic attack, after it was all over and I could breathe again, I thought of him.
Which is kind of annoying, because he makes me angry. So, like, thanks.
I thought of that one time, sitting in the back of his mom's car, holding hands hidden beneath a sweatshirt so she couldn't see.
At that time I thought it was because our love was ours. It sounds so poetic and beautiful, right? Like it was something so pristine and pure that no one could taint it; so no one was allowed to touch it.
Now, though, I th
My Life is a Museum of Fallen MemoriesThe things I see, but do not speak of...My Life is a Museum of Fallen Memories2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The things I hear, but do not speak of...
I could write a book...
But I won't...
People know I don't care, so why do they bother to do some stuff in front of me?
Is it all just to piss me?
How am I supposed to move past the past, when the past keeps following, even when I turned my back on it? I'm long past my past, so why won't it leave me alone?
Look, I've said all I could to you. I've done all I could.
I can't help it if I don't feel the same as I did back then.
I changed my path. I'm down a new road. All I need is for you to leave me alone. Please. Cut any string still attached, stop following my
Random Thoughts on Words (and what they make you)Language, in my opinion, is one of the things that makes certain creatures able to have a higher sense of the world and themselves. To be able to build layers onto, and out of, the basic needs of survival.Random Thoughts on Words (and what they make you)2 months ago in Editorial More Like This
The words of these languages can define how your brain perceives the world, or creates its reality out of input given to it. In most circumstances you think in the language that is native to you, in the vocabulary as it is understood inside yourself.
It's always been my thought that the better able you are to express your thoughts to yourself and to others, improves your understanding of yourself and the world around you. Proper understan
What Grinds My GearsOf all things I've said and done, I regret the ones I said without thinking I could ever regret them. Not going into details, but there have been moments when I rushed into meaningless words or sentences just to please another one. And although I have perfect conscience that I regret them, I clearly still haven't learned that I can think before I open my mouth. Which makes me the worst kind of dumb; the one that no matter how hard he hits the wall, he comes back even further to hit it harder.What Grinds My Gears2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Obviously my last message wasn't completely understood by some, but that's the price you have to pay when you're dealing with incompetent fuc- Pardon m
Schrodinger's CatSchrödinger's cat is a thought experiment often seen as a paradox devised by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger in the 30's. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects, resulting in a contradiction with common sense. The scenario presents a cat in a box, with a vial of poison that will break open at a random time. As the box is fully closed, there is no way to know if the cat is either dead or alive, and so, he may be seen as both. The only way to be sure is to open the box...Schrodinger's Cat2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So, I decided to open the box, but it gave me some resistance. It's like it wanted t
If Happy Was a ColorIf happy was a color, it would be a soft yellow, or a light lavender, or both, intertwining. It would be the golden coat of a newborn puppy, the vibrant hue of a blossoming buttercup. It would be the gentle shade of a lilac, the soft cream of vanilla. Happiness is something that blooms and grows, like a smile slowly spreading across someone's face. Happiness is a warmth, slowly seeping into all parts of your body. Happiness is sturdy, safe, secure, but also wild, bounding, untamed. It is the clear turquoise water of the ocean. Happiness is your friends, your family, spending all the time in the world with them. It is your first pet theat is aIf Happy Was a Color1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
SunsetPersonally, I like sunsets more than sunrises. I feel like I have more of a reason to like sunrises. After all, they could symbolize rebirth, new life, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, so many possibilities yet to come. But no, I prefer sunsets, the way Sun streaks the sky with vibrant purples and reds. The way Luna counters Sun, her army of stars arising around her. But Sun does not go down without a fight. The sky is red with the blood of the stars, pawns in the game of violent love. For it is a violent love between the sun and the moon, star-crossed lovers, forever forbidden to share each other's company. So they battle, for if thereSunset1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
Body Language I don't know what it is about you, the reasoning behindBody Language4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
why I constantly think about you. Not as a whole either, I think about
you in pieces: I think about your deep brown eyes, your smile, which is
by far my favorite aspect of you, your chest and how I love being
right there, hearing that faint, calming sound and of course your
fingers, and always how they look while your playing your guitar.
I love your voice and the way you can't stay still while you sleep.
I've always been attracted to your permanent bedhead and the way that
you can't stand it.
Today I told you to stop drinking so much and you told me that
wasn't the case and
They Say Death Is An Everlasting SleepThey say death is an everlasting sleep. But it is the dreams within that sleep that are questioned. Do we go somewhere else after death? Is their a God? What will happen after I die? These are the questions we ask ourselves but the most important one seems to constantly allude us. Does it matter? Do all of these questions serve any purpose in life, but to waste it? For we have lost more lives over these questions than anything else. We spend exhausts of time in life preparing for death, what is the point? I am not questioning death or life's significance for without one the other would have no meaning. But I simply ask why do we care? No mattThey Say Death Is An Everlasting Sleep3 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Behind the Painted MasksBehind the Painted Masks5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
How lonesome it is
To live in this kind of world
Where smiles are nothing
But a curvature of the mouth
How lonesome it is
For the world to be full
Of empty stares and vacant laughs
Of half-hearted love affairs and ulterior motives
Oh how sad it really is
To hide our faces
Behind painted masks of perfection
Concealing the beauty of erring
For as long as humans yearn for acceptance
In society's demented depiction of perfection
We shall hide behind these masks
And forget who we are beneath it
To you, Steve. -PLEASE READ-To you, Steve. -PLEASE READ-7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
… Terri, you do know your husband was one of the best men in this world today…? I can't put into words what he exactly did for Australia, for Queensland, for nature, for animals… he was invaluable, and his legacy will never die. No; you see your children over there? Yes. Them. They, one day, will become as great as Steve. They will continue what he left behind. So look at them fondly, and remember that he isn't necessarily gone. He never will be.
Just know that he died doing what he loved. He knew that, deep down, living on the edge would eventually get him killed; he didn't care. In fact, the split second before he was killed by the stin
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