Mindless OriginalityWho are you?
Who are you, really?
Are you the boy with the head of fair hair,
Who may not be the tallest,
But he's a good height
With a good enough nature
And he plays football and
He's strong and the girls
Absolutely love him.
When he's not shooting back steroids
And heroin behind the bleachers
Who are you, really?
Ae you the girl with the big hair
Back combed and dyed black so it looks like
A permanent black cloud above her head.
It's rather fitting, really
Because everyone's seen her arms
With the cuts and the scars and
She never talks or smiles
And everyone knows she's depressed.
So of course they don't listen when she tells them
That smoking and drinking
Until you can't stand up straight
Who are you, really?
Are you the boy with the dark
Rimmed with dark eyeliner and
Half covered with hair that everyone says
Is too long and should be cut.
He stands in the corner because
He's attractive enough to sit with the popular
opposites attract / teenagersSo here's a story about a whiney, over dramatic teenager written by a whiney, over dramatic teenager - me. This story won't have any real structure, simply because I'm way too cool and hip for that. It won't have a happy ending, either, because who these days even likes those? Nah, it'll just be one long block of text, split into paragraphs here and there and practically dripping angst. It will probably reference cutting, or suicide, or drugs, or alcohol, or addiction, or some tragic ailment that appears in more soap operas than it does people. You know why? Because problems are fun. They make life so much more interesting, like a storybook but you're actually living it and you don't have to pretend. Whining is even better, even more fun. Because people pay attention to you when you whine. Of course, it depends on how you go about whining - do you choose to be loud and proud about it, telling everyone that will and sometimes won't listen? Or are you one of the quiet ones that write poeopposites attract / teenagers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monster in the ClosetMonster in the ClosetMonster in the Closet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ugly. Repulsive. Loathsome. Appalling. Hideous.
But how do we know?
For all we know
It could be
Beautiful. Lovely. Gorgeous. Sublime. Breathtaking.
You are not the monster
That lives in the cluttered mess of your closet.
The PlayerI am a player.The Player3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No no no, not that kind of player. Not the kind that loves and leaves, that tears apart so many hearts their footprints are red.
I am a player of reality.
I twist and turn, morph and distort, until life becomes a fairytale. Until the truth becomes a lie. Until fact becomes fiction. I blur the lens of God's camera until red turns green and blue becomes purple. And I do this all through art; written and otherwise.
I am the player.
It was supposed to be fun.
A fun game with a bit of cash on the side; that's all it was. All it was supposed to be. Oh, but it turned into so much more.
It begun with a couple of bets. Skylar had reckoned that their principal's new car would be red; her friends thought differently. Five bucks and the bet was made - next day, it was won. By her.
Then it was the end of year exams, and everyone was wondering who would gain the top marks; so five dollars became ten.
By now, Sky was hooked. So when graduation rolled around and it was
Lesbians Are PurpleSomeone once told me that love was tangerine,Lesbians Are Purple3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
Like a bottle of Fanta.
Fizzy, fizzy fanta.
Maybe that's the wrong simile,
But what does it matter?
It's not true, anyway.
Love between a man and a woman.
Between two straight, accepted people,
Without thoughts that may be labeled as
'queer' or 'strange',
May be tangerine.
But our love isn't.
The two boys who live in the apartment next door?
The ones who study hard,
Earn high grades in uni,
And create the most beautiful art you've ever seen?
Their love isn't tangerine.
Those two girls you see talking in the store,
The one with the innocent, girly-girl style,
And the cutting-edge punk?
Their love, even hidden, isn't tangerine.
The sullen girl in your local music store,
With the pale skin and bulky clothing?
Her boyfriend, the bright and cheery blond,
Who seems to have every girl after him but never strays?
Their love isn't tangerine.
Because those boys like boys.
And those girls like girls.
And that girl likes girls and boys.
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Logical ArgumentsOkay, because I believe this is very important, I'm going to be writing about logic.Logical Arguments4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
More specifically, Logic and Christianity.
No, they are not incompatible.
I just finished (or at least I believe I finished)
talkingarguing with someone on the topic. In the middle of the topic, I learned some tactics of Apologists, people who argue on the behalf of Christianity. I'll be sharing some of that too.
I think the best way to describe the proper place of logic is to define it.
Logic is a process of thought. It is using reason to come to a conclusion in a non-random fashion. Logic is reasonable (able to reason).
Now, God, with all his power and might can't do some things.
Before you shout "Blasphemy" and try and burn me at the stake, wait a moment and let me name them.
God cannot lie. (Hebrews 6:18 NLT; "So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie...")
God cannot sin (1 John 1:5 NLT; "God is
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012