The Green of my Heartbeats5: Red, rude, a bully.The Green of my Heartbeats3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She was bored, propping her face up on her palms. Her teacher, high-voiced and chirping in fuzzy green flurries, was writing rows of sevens on the board. White chalk. The sevens were glimmering in turquoise, and she smiled.
Sevens were nice, friendly. Seven would never eat nine. Nine was just a baby, like her brother at home.
She was only five. Fives were bullies, nasty. Bright garish red, like B. B was red, but he was not as rude. He forgot things though. Like his keys. Impatient.
She sighed, her head slipping and resting on her wrist. She could feel her pulse on her cheek.
"Seven!" said her teacher, continuing to fill the board. "Say it with me. Seven!"
Later, they got to practice identifying numbers. She had learned before, at home. Kindergarten was not meeting her new knowledge expectations.
Sitting at the table, she strived to make conversation to ease the ache inside her brain. "I like sevens. Aren't they the prettiest color you've ever seen?"
They boy next
Not AliveShe is not alive, just pretends to live...Not Alive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
partially, out of the habit,
partially, because once she really desired to be.
Still, she doesn't breathe,
doesn't blink and sits still,
almost like a dead bird in the cage,
on her windowsill.
And if someone would look at her long enough,
they would say: a pretty doll, nothing more.
She is not alive, but plays the role
and day after day prolongs
taking the last bow,
saying fare thee well...
Instead she remains, a puppet...
Pretty puppet, its strings moved by the skeleton fingers.
Cause even though she lingers, she is not alive...
and she wasn't so,
for a long, long time.
euphoria...i. is like the sand sticking to your toes while you dance by the ocean, pleading for you not to go home yet.euphoria...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. tastes like a bowl of cherries in the summertime.
iii. looks like the rain falling on your eyelashes and creating rainbows in your vision.
iv. feels like the sun's warmth.
v. sounds like quiet, sweet music boxes playing a concerto.
vi. feels like falling in love as a child.
vii. tastes like peppermints in the winter.
viii. feels like when the all of the butterflies in your stomach swell up; and when you open your mouth to sing, they all fly away.
Anger ManagementWhen you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know..Anger Management5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Brian. Could I please speak with Mary?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f***ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Mary's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and ye
trip to toptrip to top4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
back on the ground floor again
experiencing all the hardness and pain
of the world I'm trying to strive in
and all my efforts always seem to be in vain
countless times now I've thought about giving up
making this loop of madness stop
Not In This LifetimeHow many more tears can I cry for you?Not In This Lifetime5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many more days must I go without you?
I want more than anything to see your face again.
But that won't happen, will it.
You're not coming back.
I'll never get to see you again.
Hug you again.
Tell you I love you again.
Not in this lifetime.
I long for the next.
I miss you
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
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
Iron HeelIron Heel3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But to return to my indictment. If modern man's producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, why then, in the United States to-day, are there fifteen million people who are not properly sheltered and properly fed? Why then, in the United States to-day, are there three million child laborers? It is a true indictment. The capitalist class has mismanaged. In face of the facts that modern man lives more wretchedly than the cave-man, and that his producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, no other conclusion is possible than that the capitalist class has mismanaged, that you have mismanaged, my masters, that you have criminally and selfishly mismanaged. And on this count you cannot answer me here to-night, face to face, any more than can your whole class answer the million and a half of revolutionists in the United States. You cannot answer. I challenge you to answer. And furthermore, I dare to say to you now that when I have finished y
9.11 is...9.11 is...6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The day I died
You were listening to the hand stains slapping against skin
The day you died
I was executing an electronic rythm with it's corpse
To explain the way I enjoy hand wrapped sponge cake
Would be...practically inpheasable
Light and dark is starting too
bring us down, wouldn't you agree
Eh hem...turn off the lights will you?
To say my head is hurting
Is the equivelent to saying
We all have aquirred a taste for champagne
Which is not as good as it sounds
Hate for FaithI refuse to be driven by ignoranceHate for Faith5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is true that faith raised cathedrals ... some on the shoulders of slaves, but most were not. (mike4evermental does not even bother to look into how many mosques or synagogues were also built by slave labor. Nor does he look into the buildings built by Statist dictators around the world; past or present)
When several men with faith make a decision, they probably have come to a 'consensus' or simply agreed on a particular matter of course; like the Constitution.
I will never be with men of Hate, nor with men of Fear. For Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration (of thought). I will face my fear ... well, you know the rest.
If you choose to be only with men of 'hope', that is your choice, but be careful. Currently a man of 'hope' is backing the car of America into a very deep ditch ...
Faith is the confident belief or trust in the truth or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing. The word faith can refer to
The WorldThe World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I held the world in my hands
Then I drop it
It shattered into a million pieces
I fell down up on my knees
Trying so desperately to sweep up broken bits
Gathering each pieces so carefully with my fingertips
Trying to mend the world back up again
With my tears and blood I cried
But no matter how hard I try
The world will never be the same
Broken, crack, chip and pieces missing
I cradle it in my arms
For I am the one who did the world harm
I held the world once in my hands
Then I drop it
Do u believe in Love ?Do u believe in Love ?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got off the bus.
how far is it from here now ? she asked
just 10 minutes more.. I told her.
This was the first time she was coming to my home.
It started raining.
I forgot to bring the umbrella.
I asked her if we shud stop under a shade for a while until the rain stopped but she was really excited to see my home and insisted on keep walking.
When we reached my room, I wiped her head with a big towel.
then went to the kitchen and cooked some warm soup for her.
When I came back in my room, she was going through my old photo albums.
Please don't look at that one. I said. I am still a baby in these pics and am wearing nothing in some of them.
"Haha don't we all have those kind of pics ?" she laughed.
we had the soup. So is anyone else home at all ?
no ! all my family is visiting a relative and won't be back till late.
you've got so many posters of girls in your wall ? she asked.
Oh its not because of the girls I've put these posters up.
Its the colors of
SlideSlide across my skinSlide4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though you don't cause me to heal from within
Blade, you don't understand the situation I'm in
I don't know why I let you hurt me again and again
But somehow I have to feel this pain
Slide across my skin
I let the blood surface for this purpose
I want to slide, slip off this ledge
Jump off the edge
Slide into the water who embraces me
Into the water who embraces me the way no-one ever has
The way no-one ever will
No-one gets hurt, no-one gets hurt, just like taking a pill
My mind is ill, and all will be still, all will be still
The water is pure and innocent
It is calm, it means no harm
My blood mingles, tingles
I am jane doe, the girl you never get to know
I die but you never knew I existed
Because the invisible girl was never listed
The corpse slides to shore, your chance to see me is no-more
your chance to see me is no-more.
AlcoholismAlcoholism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottle empties
into my blood
causing the intoxication
smothering my senses
causing certian memories to disperse
if only for the short time of night
sitting at the table
bottle in hand
the bane of my recent life
staring down the window sill
with its pictures of the past
glaring bright as yesterdays events
illusions of security vanished
anger building, rising in my throat
bash, throw, smash
scream, shout the ill
fall to the floor of the kitchen
house dark, only light radiates from the room im in
floodin the scene with gruesome reality
no longer here
high above the ceiling
trailed by comets and asteroids
in the kingdom of universal turmoil
war fought over mistakes
another sip from the awful glass structure
the slippery frame, sturdiness no where to be spoken of
along with another bash of the head unto the cheap tile
on which i lie
stop for a moment
lift it to my lips yet agian
my throat in earnest
mind yearning for the sensation of it
Jefferson Quotes"Because art is a form of expressing ideas, and using taxpayers' money to promote ideas they may disagree with is immoral and violates their rights. Such misuse of taxpayers' money is a violationnot a promotionof freedom of speech. As Thomas Jefferson explained, 'To compel a man to furnish contributions of money for the propagation of opinions which he disbelieves and abhors, is sinful and tyrannical." -Thomas JeffersonJefferson Quotes5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not. " -Thomas Jefferson
"It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world." -Thomas Jefferson
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them. " -Thomas Jefferson
"My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much
CoexistI am better than you because:Coexist5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. I have a 'Co-Exist' bumper sticker on my Prius that includes a swastika, Soviet sickle and hammer, and Anarchist symbol because I don't just want to 'get along' with people; I want to get along with EVIL people (even if it means the death of innocent human beings).
2. I drive that Prius (even though I charge it on a grid that is powered by a coal-driven power plant).
3. This is my dream, and when I 'die' I'll be riding the 'kick' up to the next level of my dream, and you are just inhabiting this one.
4. I'm a digital environmental artist and everything I create is made possible because of a coal-burning power plant (unless I am French; then it would be nuclear!).
5. I drive a sub-compact car and put myself and those that ride with me in harms way every time I use it.
6. I drink 'fair-trade' coffee and tea. Wait, I don't drink tea any more because those racist people made a part
Falling In Reversethe gradual turningFalling In Reverse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mindless movements gone through eveyday
nothing new, nothing ever changing
tragedy strikes, gears grind into silent motion
the ashes fall away
the rust begins to rub off, revealing a brilliant underbelly
things speed up
the old way slowly working itself out
the new is no longer just imagination
was everything alway marching to such a slow pace?
just recognize the creativity passing through
never ending always flowing, unleashing the pent up gods
of passion, fury, devistation and rebirth
unwinding of the veil suffocating innovation
watching the skies alight with the dark of oppression banished
silken cloth wound taught on the throat of society
wrentched from the grip of the known
into the unknown
behold the sight of death
the emergance of the muse
twisting a tale
pleasing the senses
taunting the dull, sensible crime of obeying order
dishevel all unworthy
revolutionize the revolution