End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 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
Mias and Elle - PrologueThe resonating high pitch squeal was deafening as the room spun in a blur of confusion through heavy eyelids. With each lethargic heartbeat came a thundering crash of pain through the entire skull. Small pale fingers clutched desperately at honey locks and a garbled moan struggled pass soft lips and foggy blue eyes clenched closed.Mias and Elle - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What fresh hell was this?
As hard she she tried, nothing came to mind of the previous night's ventures. It was all a fog half way through the walk home. She could remember every detail up until passing by the pounding bass and smoke filled air outside of the back doors nightclub on her usual short-cut home from her dead end job. It was dark, but upon thought, darkness was not much of a memory. And the harder she tried, the more scattered the real memories became. It was all very confusing, and since she was not one to indulge in the drink, nothing about the situation felt right.
It sounded paranoid, and quite frankly, like a pathetic excuse for whatever it w
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
Fuck Society"You can't be pretty,Fuck Society2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without being skinny."
That's what they say,
So I start dieting,
And starving myself,
To follow their way.
"You have a disorder,
If you look too skinny."
So that's what I do,
I start to gain,
But it doesn't feel the same,
How much do I even weigh?
"You need to cover up,
If you still don't wear make-up."
I start to wear make-up,
But I don't feel pretty,
I feel like I'm suffocating,
My mom takes pity.
"Don't cover up too much,
You'll look like a slut."
I stop wearing make-up,
They want everything,
Instead of messing people up,
Why can't they chose something.
"Don't you dare cry,
Hold it in with a sigh."
I dry my tears,
I can't show my fears,
But I'm scared,
What if no one cares?
"But you can let emotions show,
So people can love you more."
My insides start to hurt,
My heart is about to burst,
I'm so confused,
What do I do?
"You want to be perfect?
We'll show you how to work it."
They messed with my head,
Causing me to hate and be hated,
For me, it's too l
Living ColorsI always choose to notice his colorsLiving Colors3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they make him who he is
a cosmic blue, a sparkling blonde, a pink from my favorite sunset.
creeping into my view as we first meant
tinted lights tease me as I begin to stare
a luminous glow you've achieved
just being alive
just standing there
if I could only touch you
but one can't touch a color
can't touch a mood or feel
can't touch a rhythm beating in the ears
I realize you are beauty
but please understand
you must find someone able to wield the living colors in their hands
well, I'd only drown
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
NovemberNovember2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a rainy day
You near me, gave me warmth
Time was so slow and gray
Surrounded by the muddy floor
I tried to smile, my denial
And whenever I think back
Today seems to cloud over
My heart fell through the cracks
And it still feels like November
Playing back that rainy track
The warmth I use to feel
Has faded from my side
Daydreaming now it seems more real
Closing my eyes I hold myself tight
And through changing of time
I don't know if I'm dead or alive
As move slowly, can't seem to hide
When I think of that November night
As I retrace my steps
I look what I have made
The memories I had trampled
As I ran away
Denial goes only so far
And smiling becomes too hard
Back where it all started
Under that lonely bridge
Where we last parted
With our last November kiss
Dear FatherDear Father,Dear Father2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like an enchanting Cello, my pain I wish to play
And in the ground where you sleep I wish to lay
This fatherless child of yours is hurt
Silent for years, your name I could not blurt
My muted screams of misery and anguish
Papa, my Demons you did not vanquish
When Life lured me into the hands of reality
Helplessly I watched as they raped my sanity
I needed you desperately growing up this broken
Under Time’s merciless whip, my wounds remain open
I pleaded for your sight in a mere dream, did you not hear?
I am blinded by disappointment, why aren't you here?
An angry child I am hiding underneath my own skin
My unsolved riddle, you are my only missing kin
For once, just for once your warmth I yearn to feel
The trauma of your absence, your presence can heal.
Tuesday, February 26 2013
I Heard My Old ScreamI heard my old screamI Heard My Old Scream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunt the fields beyond my window.
I floated down into the dirt
And let the trees of grass dye my robes
As I shrunk into the mushroom spores.
I tossed myself like old lemon rinds at her feet,
While she orbited me like a satellite
Until her weeping crescendoed to anguished shrieks.
Then I heard her voice
Burn holes through the past
Where she asked me to try and stand up straight.
But I couldn't stand to charge my lungs with breath
So she lifted
Strangeness off my chest.
I felt her hollow hand
Hold up my reeling head
And wondered how a surreal Echo
Could be so physical.
There I was, dancing on sweet toes
Through halls of foreign eyes,
My tears a solution of dread and fright
Clinging to my skin
Yet my body was dry as October leaves;
Easy to ignite
And like a matchstick burnt
Through dim eras of pain
Until she poured over me
Like a waterfall.
Then I felt her voice
Shake the milkyway,
Scattering moondust in my eyes,
Blinding me with a lunar l
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
Christmas Adventure - PhanChristmas Adventure - Phan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING, if you haven't played the Christmas Adventure go play it before reading this story. Link is in the description
It was a crisp winters night, "So Dan, you're still coming right?" Phil asked with a smile, he was on Skype with his best friend Dan, Dan was going over the next day and they were gonna record a video, the Christmas adventure. Dan smiled
"Of course Phil" Dan said with a grin, they had tiny crushes on each other, cuddling in bed, tiny kisses to each other. They were technically together but they didn't mind doing those things together because they were really good friends, it wasn't official but they were basically each others. Phil smiled
"Its getting late" Phil said noting the time, Dan chuckled
"That it is....we should get to bed" Dan said, Phil nodded and yawned "Night Phil" Dan said with a smile to Phil, They always chatted on Skype when they were free, and they would talk for hours into the night.
"Night Dan, I'll see you tomorrow" Phil said, they smile
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
Beautiful CarnageNightmares smiled sweetly as angels shattered.Beautiful Carnage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelfEmilie2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
But her loneliness never stops
She's so fed up that she's stopped trying
To be the perfect one
Because deep down she already knows
Her perfect one has been and gone
I am LoveEverywhere I turnI am Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's another love song.
Web for a lieA spider weaves a web for a lieWeb for a lie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A thousand tight-ropes strung on high
And if the truth is found out
A million crossroads to hear her cry.
In the dark of a lie, the truth is the light
Like so many stars in the dead of night
A single street lamp can hide them away
Now the asphalt is in sight.
And buried just one layer deep
Was a treasure that he could not keep
So it flew to a fire for the heat
Those who never lived in a grave, asleep.
In another world, another plane
If time stood still, they would stay sane
The wall has two sides, both blank
Batter against it with nothing to gain.
The spider weaves a web for hate
On which only she stands straight
A thousand tight-ropes hung on high
And the victims fall to her debate.
HumanityHumans...Humanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a delightfully
Wonderful and intricate
Species we are.
We birth our young
And care for them.
We provide ourselves
Food, water, and shelter.
Save animals from pain,
Hatred and scorn.
But on the same token...
We do nothing but hurt,
We are the most creative
And destructive backstabbers...
This world has ever seen.
The Price of Loyalty - Part 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Price of Loyalty - Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Price of Loyalty - Part 2
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Rainbow Dash stood before the entrance to the Everfree Forest, gazing up at the dark clouds above her. Raindrops masked her still tear-speckled cheeks. She narrowed her eyes and spread her wings, cursing her own exhaustion.
Rainbow kicked off from the ground, pushing upward toward the clouds. Thick raindrops pelted her face, forcing her eyes closed. Her wings begged her to let them rest, but she pushed on, regardless. Just before she reached the clouds, a sudden gust shoved her back toward the earth. She flailed wildly, desperately trying to gain control of herself. A solid wall of rain blinded her as she fought to regain control of her descent. Extending her wings at the last moment, she managed to level out
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionNonexistent Perfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect guy, sitting next to her
His perfect smile, shining down at her
His perfect arms, wrapped around her
His perfect voice, soothing as he speaks
His perfect everything, perfectly with her
His words gentle, loving, genuine
He would never lie to her.
He would never cheat on her.
He would never hurt her.
He would never stop talking to her.
He's perfect, remember?
She sits alone
Hurt, indecisive, and unknowing
Of why this dream can't be real.
She waits by herself for something to happen.
Nothing ever does.
She has been hurt.
Hurt by her own imagination.
Romance and RelapseWe lovers are blessed, we lovers are flawed,Romance and Relapse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we adore words of honeyed devotion,
for, when in love we are easily awed
and miss the candy coated deception.
Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,
strange, how we can fall in love with the lie,
but we poor lovers have an addiction,
and a craving that we must satisfy.
From a love whose honesty none deny,
or the lips of a silver tongued devil,
we need words of love or our hearts will die;
insecure, but reassured we'll revel.
With fear and hope, we are always searching
for true acceptance and love with meaning.
First kiss- Okay.First kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She says with judgement, but still she's keeping it together.
- Okay so you don't want me anymore? You loved me but it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. So now you want her, instead. Is that what you're telling me?
The voice is steady but her eyes is far too shiny. He knows she is breaking, on the inside. Just as he know he will never be able to repair that crack.
- It's not you honey...
- "it's me" I get it.
She bites him off, fast. But he know she's not irritated, she's hurt.
- I'm sorry...
He lift his eyes from the ground and looks at her, so ashamed, so sad. He never wished for it to end this way. He never wanted to see her hurt. If he only could, he would erase all her pain from this world. He would set her free.
She know that look, so filled with guilt. She has seen that face before. She likes to think of it like he has kneeled before the queen once again. But then again, she is the one hurting here. It was her heart on the line and he messed up. Feelings like hurt, anger,
The Price of Loyalty - Part 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Price of Loyalty - Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Price of Loyalty - Part 1
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Eyes clenched, Rainbow Dash squirmed and allowed herself to sink deeper into the fluffy cloud that was her home. The afternoon Sun shone down upon her, rousing her from her slumber. She rolled onto her back and let loose a huge yawn. Sighing, the pale cyan pegasus slowly cracked open her eyes and rubbed them with her two fore-hooves. She sat up on her haunches and peeked over the edge of her cloud, gazing at the bridge to Ponyville nearby. Nopony was there.
"Oh, come on, kid," she mumbled in annoyance. "You begged and pleaded for almost an hour yesterday, and now you don't even show up on time."
Rainbow lazily scanned the expansive valley below her. Winding paths snuck between sparse trees and over roll
Confront Your StormsIf only you knew.Confront Your Storms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said those words infinite times,
Repetition streaming like raindrops,
Pounding, pounding, pounding
In a torrent.
The more I think them,
The greater the storm.
If only you knew.
Some days I step outside to a trickle,
Other days a surly drizzle
That merely inconveniences.
I duck my head,
Pop out my umbrella,
And continue on to class.
If only you knew.
Other days a flash flood of tears
And half-rational thoughts
Drown my feet in whirling combinations
And a thousand other emotions
Too complex to state by name.
Words turn to mud,
Mud to mires.
Then the only clear words within me are,
"If only you knew."
If only you knew.
Somewhere else on the planet you reside,
A massive urban landscape
Where you rarely step outside,
Or even hear the pitter-patter of rain
Tapping on your windows,
Asking to be let in.
You ignore the raindrops,
Don't want to know the weather.
But if only you knew.
Once I descended down from the storms I wreak
And knocked o