End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
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 again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
A Technicolor LifeA Technicolor Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known
These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways
How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware
A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch
The technicolor rose of life.
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
The last bar in the MojaveClouds arrive at the paceThe last bar in the Mojave4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of oxen, stopping to drink
at the misshapen TV dish
picking up NASA signals.
The petrified cactus
near a humming Wurlitzer
says nothing. Lost travellers
stare at it by the bar,
hoping it might show them
the way, the bubbles in their
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
not noticing the clouds glowing
like lightbulbs with their electricity
and the entire desert moving
closer, ready to circle like moths.
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
WHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMEDWHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMED2 years ago in Settings More Like This
WHY ITS GOOD SOME VILLAINS GOT REFORMED AND WHY ITS GOOD SOME OTHERS DID NOT.
I think this whole "Freak out"-thing the Community is having right now about the Return and Reformation of some Villains in the Show is a bit exaggerated...
Just because three villains became good, doesn't mean they are going to reform EVERY kind of villain now.
Night Mare Moon had to turn back to normal because she is the Royal Princess of the Night, Celestias Sister. And even if Celestia could have continue bringing Day and Night by herself, Equestria needs to stay in balance with the two of them. Everybody loves Luna and the first episode would have been weird if they just KILLED Night Mare Moon. But Luna is not the point because nobody ever compared about her Transformation. But still, Luna is also a Villain who got reformed.
Trixies return was already planned after her very first Episode and for me her return was nothing surprising because she didn't really learn her lesson the las
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
Marlboro MeteorologyI can always predict the weather given how my morning cigarette goes. If it tastes like cardboard or an old apple, it will rain hard in the late afternoon. If burns the back of my nose, it will be cloudy all day. If I get a toothache it means hail and anything blowing up into my eyes means hot, humid, and sunny. My great grandmother had the same talent. If her back itched it meant snow, if her neck hurt it meant midnight rains had come and gone. Some things must jump generations.Marlboro Meteorology5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking at our flowerbed, you'd think it was snowing in July. The kid above me would chain smoke and scream language learning dialogues at his computer, tossing ashes out the window in a steady, Vesuvian stream. The land lady would always leave a filter or two as her treat when she'd leave notices for the rent crammed into door frames and mailboxes. And of course I carried my own weight, poisoni
-this windowpane loneliness-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
CottonCandy: Body ShotsCottonCandy: Body Shots3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jannnnnneeeeeeeeey" That lovely drunken voice pitched so sweetly.
"What now Lalonde?" Jane was way too busy baking a cake right now to even think of what her ridiculously drunken friend was doing in the living room.
"Let's dooooooo soemmthing! Let's go dancin, I want to daaaance wif you!" Roxy was already on her eigth shot and swaying around her martini glass as she was swaying over to opposing sides. "Lalonde, no! I'm already making a cake and besides if we went you'd fall over onto everyone. You can't dance now if you wanted too!" Jane was exclaiming at the drunken girl with a smile on her face. Roxy Lalonde wasn't going to take this foolish nonsense. She slammed her glass onto the counter. "Fuccckin Challenge acccccepted bitch!" Roxy slurred the words out as her red blush spread a little further. Jane just rolled her eyes and tried to pay the girl no attention. "I bet if yur dad was here he'd fuckin love to seeee meeee on the pole!" Roxy winked at her friend which made her eyes rol
Love's Not Fair - Chapter One==== > Be the PrinceLove's Not Fair - Chapter One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are the young prince of the Kingdom of Breath. An odd name for a kingdom, yes, but you weren't the one who named it, you just live in it. You have a twin sister, as well, a princess who you believe is far more suited to the task of ruling this country than you are, but for some silly reason, everyone you happen across appears to believe that's what you'll be doing. You don't know the first thing about ruling a country, considering the fact that you're currently only eight years old, so you really have no idea why everyone expects such an impossible task of you.
Right now you're at a court ball, the first one you and your sister have been allowed to attend. Usually the two of you would stay up late at night, straining to listen to the beautiful music that would echo through the castle, but not tonight. No, this night, your father is showing off his darling heirs to the other kingdoms. Ambassadors and even other royals litter the grand hall where the ba
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorconfessional2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Speaking to Her: PoemSpeaking to Her: Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She looks as if she is in severe pain...
All she does is look through that window in vain...
Why is she going through this pain?
She just stands there watching the cold rain.
What is she thinking inside her head?
She looks as if she just wants to stay in bed.
Why are there cuts on her arm?
I know she really means no harm.
Why does she put her hair in a bun?
When she usually fixes it every day on the run.
Why does she worry so much?
If only she could see what I see, if only our opinions could touch.
I do not judge her.
Honestly, I want to get to know her.
Dark Sins and Secrets-Drarry-Anime storyDark Sins and Secrets-Drarry-Anime story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dark Secrets and Sins
[A Drarry Story-Draco x Harry-Harry Potter]
By: Kaede N. S.
"Do you know? Do you know how much I feel your pain? Feel your loneliness?" Draco Malfoy looked outside of his Slytherin dorm window into the snowy scenic landscape of the English winter at Hogwarts School of Magic. But the light-blonde haired, green eyed boy wasn't paying attention to the landscape. His eyes were fixed on a boy in the Gryffindor called Harry Potter, the boy who lived the terror of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
It wasn't just the title that Harry had that drew Draco close, but also the fact that Harry was a kindred spirit. Both of them had names made for themselves, but lacked the love they so craved and desired by their parents. However, what set them apart the most was friendship. Harry Potter had friends Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and countless others. Draco had friends, but he was essentially alone.
Harry's black hair and eyes matched the glasses on his perfect face, making everyone a
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des