Let My People GoRemember when we rode in the sand?Let My People Go4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our chariots colliding
We ruled the land.
Remember when I got you in trouble?
I thought it was funny
You made father bubble.
Remember when I took off that night?
The truth unfolded
I was coated in fright.
Remember when I questioned my life?
Those words that they spoke
Stuck like a knife.
Remember when I killed that man?
In fear and panic
From you I ran.
I remember when she took me in
While I was consumed
By deadly sin.
I remember when he opened my eyes
And my cries were lifted
To the skies.
I remember when the bush was red
God was there
And he said:
Holy ground you tread upon,
Take off your shoes and listen.
It is I, your God, deliver them,
Make their free eyes glisten.
So here I am confronting you
Please stay true.
I only have one single request
With this knowledge
I have been blessed
The innocent suffer under your blow,
Please let it be so,
Let my people go.
UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL Her fingers fumbled idly with the tiny item in her pocket. It was smooth, glossy When she examined it in the light it glittered prettily, and if she held it in the shadows it almost seemed to glow with a frightening omniscient power. It was otherworldly, really, this little trinket she had. Perfect for nervously turning over in her palm again and again, slipping the tip of her thumb into the little hole and then quickly pulling it back out. In her mind she said it was calming her nerves; in reality, she knew it was making her grow more and more excited with each passing moment.UNLOCK SUCCESSFUL8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was easy to acquire italmost as easy as it was to talk her way into this private session with a criminal mind, a brilliant criminal mind and no safety glass separating her from him. Nothing but open space would be between the two pe
Prince of Egypt: Rameses, Moses and Isis.Prince of Egypt: Rameses, Moses and Isis.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I looked at my brothers and jumped when I heard screams, the priests scream.
“You two will pay for this!” The priest yelled and I giggled. They turned around in surprise but smiled when they saw me.
“Little sister! What are you doing here?” Moses asked with a smile at his face.
“You two are late for the banquet and I came to get both of you.” They looked at each other with big eyes and ran pass me. I smiled, turned around and started to walk after them.
“Moses! Rameses!” I yelled when Rameses used a cart to get to the running Moses. What had happen when I looked away? When I finally catch up to them they yelled at each other.
“I can’t stay here anymore! I’m not like the two of you! I’m not the one you two think I’m!” He yelled.
“What are you talking about?” Rameses asked.
“Ask the man I called my father!” I looked at Rameses and then backed at Moses who started to walk away. I fe
LawinaCzasami bywa tak, że człowiek, nawet ten najbardziej świadomy i obyty, powie o jedno słowo za dużo. Zadziała ono jak malutki kamień, który bezmyślnie rzucony, spowoduje niemożliwą do zatrzymania lawinę konsekwencji.Lawina4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Owa lawina runęła z całą siłą na Borysa Weselinowa w kilka chwil po tym, jak skomentował półgłosem to, co dane mu było usłyszeć o jego no właśnie. Bułgaria nie był już pewien, czy wciąż miał prawo nazywać Rumunię swoim przyjacielem lub raczej siebie przyjacielem Rumunii. Kiedy bowiem otrząsnął się z krótkotrwałego szoku wywołanego rewelacją na jego temat, usłyszał trzask zamykanych pospiesznie drzwi. Vlad Coandă wyszedł bez słowa, a Borys był pewien, że powodem była jego głupia, wygłoszona pod wp
It Trapped Her, It Released HerWhen I was younger, and little girl, I wanted a little brother.It Trapped Her, It Released Her11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So when she got home, I excitedly ran down stairs to tell my mother
She looked at me nervously, and brushed my question away.
“Honey, I don't have time now, we'll talk about it another day.”
I was slightly disappointed because my friends all had younger siblings,
I only had an older sister who tried her best to ignore me.
But that day she heard what I asked my mother and after dinner, pulled me in her room.
And with a sneer she whispered silently, “Mother sent our little brother to heaven too soon.”
At the age of nine, with a child's mind, I had no idea with that meant.
“Is that why Daddy went away, because he misses him?”
“Daddy got depressed and died,” she replied with a scowl,
“But don't be sad, he's in the clouds, he's with our brother now.”
Days went by and I remained silent,
yet I could see the light in my mother's eyes no longer lit.
After my question she w
.they say home is where.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the heart is, well i've
only ever had one of those
Noc poslubna... +cz.I+Słońce zachodziło ponad ziemiami Polski,Noc poslubna... +cz.I+5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Płonące jak ognisko i złote jak włoski
co to głowę Królestwa mości okalały,
a po myciu radośnie na boki sterczały.
Za chmury się chowawszy nie zauważało,
że w dole oczu dwoje je obserwowało.
Zielone były ciemno, bez wątpienia męskie,
a na domiar wszystkiego, z dziedzictwa litewskie.
Właściciela tych oczu zmartwienie niezmierne
trapiło coraz mocniej, już od dwóch dni wierne.
Był to kraj urokliwy znad morza chłodnego,
w granicach Europy Bałtykiem zwanego.
Sam się nazywał Litwą, tytułował Księstwem,
i nie zwykłym, a Wielkim. Przy tym błyszczał męstwem.
Z miecza ostrego słynął, oraz z waleczności.
A jednak do Polski zawitać musiał w gości.
Otóż, problemów bezmiar, których nie chciał głosi&
Krwawa smugaWąskie paski czerwieni zdobiły kamienną ścianę zamkowego korytarza. Cztery, po jednym na każdy palec dłoni. Prawej; tej, której kciuk rozmazywał właśnie najcieńszą ze szkarłatnych kresek, jakby chciał wetrzeć ją w zimne twarde płótno.Krwawa smuga4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vlad zaciskał mocno zęby. Krew pochodziła ze świeżego rozcięcia na jego policzku, które pulsowało teraz ostrym piekącym bólem. Uderzenie w twarz było karą za to, że ośmielił się usłyszeć więcej aniżeli powinien. Mimo to uśmiechał się do siebie w duchu, bowiem kara, która została mu wymierzona, oznaczała że jego przypuszczenia musiały być prawdziwe.
Oczywiście sam fakt, iż księżna uderzyła go w twarz, nie był jeszcze równoznaczny z ujawnieniem jakiejś pieczołowicie skrywanej t
the biologist.prelude.the biologist.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i’ve found you many times
written in the frays of an
old biology notebook;
blue was your favorite color
& you lived between margins
of summertime grey. you loved
the idea of science & studied each galaxy,
nebulae, & cluster of stars
as if they were your own. you had scars on your
fingertips & chipped teeth,
but you still managed to smile
even while you were trapped beneath
i’ve found you many times
carved into the canvas of
you never once left a cut
that i couldn’t bandage &
overlook. but i do miss your
familiar sting, your hollow name
etching crests in my
irises. helpless, are the spirits
you once prayed to,
yet here i am:
just as helpless as you.
body & chapters.
i’ve found you too many times
splayed across my living room
eyes adrift in an ocean of
melted fire that trickled
down your young throat
so many times. though i can
recall your heart
entombed within my ribcage,
speaking against my wants
& hating me for
celestialstop calling them angels--celestial11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bullied, the broken,
and the lost; stop fixing
paper wings to dirtied shoulders,
don't rest haloes
on red-brown curls, or cry
hallelujah at their feet.
stop calling them angels--
they are the children,
bullied, broken, a little
lost and we all
Getting to HeavenBelieving in God is an awesome start,Getting to Heaven8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but is it really worth it,
if you don't take it to heart?
Understanding God is a better start,
and knowing that He is Love,
and loves us regardless of who we are.
Christianity certainly puts you on the right path,
but don't be deceived,
it isn't the only path.
Because our belief doesn't guarantee us eternity,
that's what many of us foolishly believe.
Because there are many, who will never know God's name,
according to many,
to not know God's name, is truly a shame.
And according to many, because their religion tells,
those who do not know God, be it not their fault,
will still go to Hell.
And according to many, those who deny God,
because of their own logic,
will suffer in the Pit, because their beliefs were odd.
Call me a hypocrite, but this I must tell,
to live in Love,
will exempt any from hell.
To serve as a servant,
without claiming a master,
is enough to spare your heal of the serpent.
The Kingdom of God is truly at
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?Why Do You Still Believe?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
Selfishness at Its BestContained within a father,Selfishness at Its Best10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believed I was to be a beautiful mother.
But was it really a “mother” I wanted to be,
or perhaps I strove to be a woman, to satisfy my selfish needs.
Around the time, my poor son was suffering from bouts of depression,
as he cried his emotions into a journal, after his mother had left him.
He wrote and he wrote, about his mother and me,
and how I wished that prior to my sex change,
I would have read his “I look up to my daddy”.
But never once did I consider his feelings.
I needed to be a woman, because I believed that was the real me.
My selfishness consumed me as I told my son my true intentions.
He attempted to debate as a scowl broke out onto his face, but I shut him up,
and ignored his pleading mention.
I wanted to be a woman, what right did he have to dissuade me from my intentions.
The treatment began, and the shots were injected in.
The hormone pills were my breakfast, and slowly, my transformation began.
My son continued to w
The Bone ClocksWhenever my mother would announce a trip to Grandma's, my brothers and I would cheer like mad things. Most kids our age hated visiting their elderly relatives, and we weren't that different -- but it wasn't Grandma we cheered for. It was her house, with its winding staircases and trick cupboards, that we really cared for. Many hours were spent discovering forgotten treasures, hunting for Narnia, or just playing hide and seek in the most interesting house we'd ever seen.The Bone Clocks1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would always expect us to sit nicely through the boring adult conversation, but Grandma didn't mind us exploring. There was only one exception - just one room we weren't ever allowed into. "Stay away from the bone clocks," she would say, cautioning us with her sternest voice and her pointer finger raised. We were curious, but the house offered many distractions, and we never failed to obey, until the year we discovered the secret passage.
If it had led anywhere else, it would have been fine, but of course it l
sempiternali saw you today, for the first time in months.sempiternal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing
Caged AnimalYou're examining your skin in the mirror, trying to work out why it doesn't fit right anymore, when the voices startle you. Shouts of "breakfast!" echo in the hall, and nurses crash fists against wood, rapping loud to get the attention of sleepy patients. You jump slightly, and send your toothbrush skittering across the floor. While you chase it, another patient flushes and steps from the toilet cubicle into the main room. Her bare feet scrape against the linoleum and you shudder. You throw your toothbrush in the bin and run your fingers over your teeth instead, remembering what it used to be like.Caged Animal1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you finally find and make it into the dining room, it is obvious that most of the best foods are already gone. There is a sad looking hot water machine with a selection of styrofoam cups out of their packaging. You think about how many hands have touched those before you and decide to skip the morning caffeine entirely. Unbidden, you remember the dining area at your last treatment facil
smiles like cracked asphaltyou didn't remember his name,smiles like cracked asphalt4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't really care,
he wanted to tell it to you a hundred and fifty times because he was really
hoping you'd fold it into your back pocket like an old bus ticket and he didn't mind
if it got all torn up and you couldn't quite read what it said you just needed to be able to make out the tremble of his voice over a pay phone telling you he needs a ride
From the Rappers, To the RockersWhen did the word“rap” become equivalent to uneducated?From the Rappers, To the Rockers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was hip-hop only reserved for those “ghetto” impolite,
How many of us associate the 808 drums, the slang, and the rhythm
with no good, hood rats who have their pants below their ankles?
Why is it a sin to enjoy such tragedy, such emotion and such beauty
all composed into one, rambunctious, ignorant piece of music?
Sex, money, women and booze,
seems like the only things that rappers know how to use.
But hey, no hate, because I know it's real,
it's the struggle in the hood, so we know how y'all feel.
It started from ages, of days that were black,
when those bored kids hardly had a penny in their lunch sacks.
With the pain that came with living, by not fitting in,
by not liking rock, or music reserved for museums.
It morphed into pain, and embodied “the struggle”
a term tossed around, now we use it to describe our troubles.
When the bass drops, and the words flow,
it's like a hurric
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.Eat Something, Please8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,
like powdery snow.
Every day you hit the bathroom floor,
grasp the porcelain rims,
and your vomit echo through the door.
I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.
I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,
and your noises I could ignore.
It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,
but through your selfishness and saliva,
I hope you realize I suffer too.
I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.
When you scream at me and yell,
I've always had your back.
How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,
I wish I could be weak like you,
but my strength is just too much.
How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,
and when you saw your broken form,
then you would see the pathetic look on your face.
But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,
and through the repetitive screech,
how I wish I could slam the door.
I wish I had the strength to leave your
he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to usehe/him6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c
Norma, jak pragne zdrowia- Ja się wykończę - jęknął żałośnie Feliks. Umrę. Zginę śmiercią marną Totalnie na śmierć umrę.Norma, jak pragne zdrowia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Przesadzasz odparła spokojnie Erzsébet. Rozejrzała się przy tym dyskretnie, z nadzieją, że polskie narzekania nie ściągnęły na nich nieproszonej uwagi. Szczęśliwie, kawiarniany ogródek pozostawał pusty.
- Nic nie przesadzam ciągnął Feliks głosem męczennika. Umrę, zginę, w proch się obrócę! I nic po mnie nie zostanie! Tylko tabliczka z napisem: Tu spoczął Polska nareszcie. Niech mu ziemia lekką będzie."
- Marne epitafium Erzsébet spojrzała na przyjaciela, który niemalże już leżał na niedużym stoliku, oparłszy czoło na dłoniach.
- Bo marnie sczeznę. Ach
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.My teeth still ache from the dentist,I'm too poor to feel so middle class.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it doesn’t stop me from nibbling
the cheese danish I bought at Kroger
this morning, warmed by thirty
seconds in the microwave. My mug
of hot chocolate is too big, and I
drink it all. The washer is on its last
cycle; the cat is purring at my feet.
Netflix is background noise
to clacking keys, typing a transcript
of middle class morning that I’ll later
call a poem or a turning point,
wondering when I became such an adult.
What Feminism Has Taught MeFeminism has taught me many things,What Feminism Has Taught Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and these things I've grown to hate.
When I see the word “feminism”,
I want to purge it's putrid name.
I'll start with the most obvious,
that people seem to ignore,
“Let's care about our looks and body images here!”
And ignore those women who are suffering abroad.
But was it really ever only women,
or should we consider men too?
Because I once believed Feminism,
was about equal rule.
However that's another lie,
but honestly, you shouldn't be surprised.
Because that's what the they do best,
spew their ugly perjuries,
and conveniently ignore their self induced mess.
The next one is sensitive, and my opinion may be my own,
but I never stood behind killing babies,
as feminist say, “monster's” nestled in a woman's womb.
And the Old Testament may be sexist,
but every person knows,
that it was written in the age of sticks and stone,
over two thousand years ago.
And may I add when Jesus came,
to change the world we know,
An Actual HomophobeAn actual phobia is a fear,An Actual Homophobe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not a hate.
So hopefully this story will illustrate,
the difference between hate, so than you will know,
what it truly means to be a “homophobe”
I'll use an example that doesn't relate,
my mother was traumatized at the tender age of eight,
when she watched a movie adorned with spiders,
now today she cannot stand to have one beside her.
Now back to the point, so we don't lose track.
I'll speak of boy who was the center of an irrational attack.
Where the act that was committed went unreported,
because to tell of what happened meant his pride would be aborted.
The reasoning is irrational, and some may say stupid,
but ever since that day, the boy grew putrid
towards men who advanced onto other men,
because he could never forget what happened when,
he was forced to commit to a brutal act,
and from that very day he still bares the scars on his back.
A feeble example, but it holds some truth,
as I would not have utilized it if it were fully untrue.