The Six O'Clock NewsGood evening,The Six O'Clock News11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My name is Insert Name Here.
This is the six o'clock news.
Police are launching a worldwide search
In connection with the disappearance
Of a six-year old child.
Some Child went missing
From her home in Somewhere
Yesterday morning. The police ask
That anyone with information comes forward.
Like anyone would bother
Other people's kids go missing every day
I'll keep all my doors locked
I know that my children are safe.
My name is Insert Name Here.
This is the six o'clock news.
Forty-six people including twelve children
were killed in an explosion
Yesterday in Some Country.
As a result of the riots
Caused by Some Extremist Group.
addictionaddiction12 years ago in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
Future of a suicide noteFuture of a suicide note10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't realise how I feel,
Locked inside this helpless skin,
Where I can't comfort them,
Their forms bent and twisted behind
My blurred vision,
Maybe on the other side,
I wouldn't feel so cold,
And so alone
Now that you left me.
I read your letter yesterday,
When you told me of how heavenly it was,
This other place,
Where you had always wanted to go,
It hasn't stopped me missing you,
Now I know I'll never see you again,
I know you were selfish to leave us,
But its what you've always wanted,
I'll even miss how you made me cry,
Every time I walked in and you shouted
Just because I was there,
Then you would hug me
And I knew you secretly cared,
If only you were still here,
So I could tell you that
I still love you,
I wish you hadn't gone,
Just listen hard enough to realise these truths,
You know we all care…
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i
The AstronomerThe Astronomer12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
Wakeful hours, wide-eyed trying to see
out there while perched on the trunk of my car.
The night is a skin around me.
Blue-black, straining to see
myself in the blue moon, red of mars.
Inside of me
so many fireflies, in too many jars.
Night. Skin around me
reaching out in tiny puckered pores.
Image through the lens, tiny planet sea
of sometimes sparkles, desert land, drying shores.
forget the scope, forget mars.
The night is a skin around me
I poke holes in to see the stars.
Scratch That, Reverse, RewindScratch That, Reverse, Rewind7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He broke my heart in two today...
No scratch that, reverse, rewind.
He broke my heart into a million unrecognizable pieces
That I couldn't sort through.
The pieces were so small that it was hard to even begin putting them together.
Like a puzzle, a jig saw I wanted to put my heart back together again...
But the pieces were so jagged and raw that it was virtually impossible.
He broke my spirit today...
No scatch that, reverse, rewind.
He broke my being into an oblivion.
I couldn't even find any fragments left of me.
I've been broken, beaten down before
But this takes the cake of them all.
He broke my self esteem today...
No scratch that, reverse, rewind.
He broke the pretty little pieces I admired about myself.
It took years to gain them and in an instant he took them.
Like a bandit in the night stealing jewels he took them away.
Ran off with them and I'll never see them again.
He broke me as a whole today...
No scratch that, reverse, rewind.
He broke my entire self.
I can't look at mys
I am therefore I'm ScrewedI am therefore I'm Screwed11 years ago in Open More Like This
Upon a mosquito's bite
I am presented with a dilemma
Do I kill it?
And potentially destroy the creature
Who would slay the next
Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Do I spare it?
And potentially unhinder the creature
Who will slay the Slayer of
The Next Genocidal Maniac
Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Glass HeartGlass Heart11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guard things most precious
In a heart made of glass,
Its guarded by my doubts and fears
Do you dare to pass?
If you do somehow break though
To my most precious thoughts,
And those its clear I hold so dear
Whether happy or distraught.
Would you give me peace of mind
And stay to me so true,
Or would you grasp onto my heart
And shatter it in two?
My fragile state, my dreary mind
Sealed away for eternity,
Lest you dare to venture in
And find my heart's key
Approaching that I hold so dear
Please don't dare leave me torn,
My heart in pieces on the ground
And my spirit so forlorn.
UnityUnity11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treason stands beyond all crimes
freezing stances destroy all times
I see the future which means pain
a total anguish diminishing reign...
reincarnation but a lie brought to us
by dreams forged out of black dust
in eternal dancing fire screaming
for honourous redemption, pleading...
penetrating my fierce flames
a denouncing cry brings shame
to all whom hear and see
the transparent infernal me...
cryptic winds fill me grievity
of lust I search in anxiety
to instruct an obscure whisper
in eyes and say words of flicker...
re-breath in me what I
had breathed into you
retell my mind what I
had long ago told you...
when force becomes stronger by unity
vigor grows to limits of supremity
so why do we stand fragmented and alone
just to lose our pride and be forlorn?!...
we were given the greatest gift
and we promised to hold this lift
we gave our word to the creator of us
and we said we could control our lust...
and now we stand beyond all humanity
as a group of great shame and curiosity
The LycanHere alone I stand in the night,The Lycan8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fur glistening in the moonlight.
Though it is dark, eerie, and wet,
To me it is daylight, calm, and set.
Here alone I gaze below,
Eyes glowing at teh sight below.
Blood dripping from claws of thee,
Fangs shining from the darkness that contains me.
Tall I stand, solitary and proud,
Though they are far away, their chatter is loud.
Watching humans at a distance, a far,
Listening to their meanless talk, near bar.
Here I crouch in the darkness of a tree,
Eyes glearing at the sight I see.
Claws resting, piercing its' bark,
Ears pressed forward, listening to each remark.
There I snarl, for I long to be alone,
Wanting these humans to disappear from my home.
Howling aloud, I jump on the ground,
Watching them flee at the sudden sound.
Alone I stand, in the quiet falling rain,
Clutching an antler in my claws of pain.
Solitary is the way I like to be,
For I am a Lycan, lone and free.
Broken Bottles - mmBroken bottlesBroken Bottles - mm12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and muffled screams,
wake the child
from pleasant dreams.
Alone she sits
in the black of night,
she's trying hard
not to hear them fight.
of anger and pain,
make her tears
fall like rain.
And when they're finished
without a sound,
she surveys the damage
and debris on the ground.
and a smashed plate,
and the stench of hate.
Cold and empty
behind the door,
the place she lives
is a home no more.
dachau.i remember what i sawdachau.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that day when it rained
as i walked where the doomed walked
felt their solemn souls surround me
and that day
as tears filled my eyes
i made an unspoken vow
never to forget what my overwhelmed eyes saw
the coldness in my bones
drenched in rain and sorrow
and i'll never forget those words
"denket daran, wie wir hier starben"
and those fateful gated letters -
arbeit macht frei -
i cried for those whose eyes were closed
and i promise to remember
what i saw
that day when it rained.
I could fall in love with youPerhaps you have a giant SI could fall in love with you8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curving through your chest.
Perhaps you have a blue cape in your pocket
that I wish to teeth out and swallow
as soon as I get over your superpower to stun.
Instantly, the car engines are silenced,
inside my eroding skull,
on every motorway in the universe
and every day I do not see you.
You are dissembled in suitcases, not being afraid
of new walls, new lives, new people jumping
past your hotel window.
And I am not going down with them, I make promises
with toothpaste on my chin, 'I am ready
for today's weather' I say
and I tuck a lottery ticket under my skin.
you installed yourself in the opening and geared your journey
to my brain cells. I should try to stop you,
though I don' t.
You call me the hero of this story,
applauding my newfound self with a piano
in your mouth, we unveil the new secret powers we both have,
they gust; they rupture when you leave the room.
The day i ate the color VioletI was half asleep sitting at the back seat of the company bus, envisioning things that should exist, like a Sea packed into a Matchbox, when the color Violet came to me, she sat down next to me and as i breathed i could smell her sweet yet equivocal scent, much like the smell of a Rose Garden early in a Summer's day. she told me of the injustice she suffered at the hands of the other colors, and of her desire to escape that world, she talked of the discord and conflict that's been raging amongst the colors for ages now, she told me of the arbitrariness of the colors Black and White, the acuity of Red, the carelesness of Yellow, the invidiousness of Orange, the frigidity of Blue, and the Greed of Green, Oh how she despised them, she said, she was Violet after all, She is the beautiful one, she deserved better, or so she thought, What a fascinating tale, I said, You've come to the right Man, I will deliver you from your misery, i told her, I looked at her for a moment, revelling in her sThe day i ate the color Violet9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
.Mr.Anonymous..Mr.Anonymous.11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mr. Anonymous comes and goes
He does not walk, he simply flows
In through walls and up the stairs
Little kiddies, say your prayers
Go to bed when your parents say
Or you'll be Mr. Anonomyous's' prey
You know those lids upon your eyes?
He'll make them into butterflies
Yes, a thousand butterflies follow him
But what they are is truly grim
These are the eyelids, So behold
Of the kiddies that didn't go to bed when they're told.
So then the kids amongst this number
Can never sleep or doze or slumber
They're doomed to eternal endless wake
All due to they're little night time mistake
So, unless you want Mr. Anonymous by your bed
With his fluttering butterflies suspended on a thread
Hush little children and go to sleep
And don't open your eyes, not even a peep.
ExcuseIt all started with an innocent, insignificant three-letter acronym. Sunday night, I was curled up in my room on the fourth floor, reading the book we'd been assigned for English class, when I heard the familiar musical beep of my messenger system. Normally, I don't bother checking. I figure that if someone doesn't care enough to take heed of my away sign, then they and their message can just sit and rot. Sunday night however, my mother still hadn't returned from work, and I thought that perhaps she'd attempted to contact me via the internet, rather than weave her way through the tangled web that is her office's phone system. I mean "Press 7 to call the local priest"? Exactly what kind of lawyer do they think she is?Excuse11 years ago in Humor More Like This
But I digress. Having been summoned by the computer's enchanting tones, I stumbled down the two flights of stairs, earning myself a bruised toe as a reward for my haste, and dashed to the computer. I saw on the screen, not my mother's cheerful reminder to brush my teeth, a
Daily AddictionDaily Addiction11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starving my body, starving my soul
I cannot tell what is my goal
Eat that today, eat nothing tomorrow
My mother's scale I might have to borrow
Check my weight, look towards the ground
Oh my God, I gained a pound
The treadmill is there, waiting for me
Just one more hour, just to be free
Jumping, running, climbing, turning
Lifting, pulling, pushing, yearning
Drink that water, It's nice and cold
Burns a calorie, or so I'm told
Passed out, I'm tired, pulled down by my weight
I can keep going! It's not too late!
I fall down on that hard, cold floor
God, can't I reach my own frickin door?
Run to my room, all in a flurry
Grab the caffeine pills, hurry hurry hurry!
I can't do it. I fall on the bed
No! I'm lazy! It's all in my head!
Drop to the floor- 1000 sit-ups
Hear my mom coming, calling for sups
Climb into bed! Pretend to be asleep!
Whew, she believed. Better not make a peep
Wake up at 12- everyone's in bed
How could I have slept? I want to be dead
Get on the scale- did I burn it all and m
Walking from the waterNothing as it seems,Walking from the water8 years ago in Open More Like This
The eerie dance
Our flailing feet
Or is this swimming?
Pressures building dying,
Growing or thriving?
Light slowly filtering through,
A world of muted sound and sense.
Quiet like no other
Alive yet dying.
Still yet writhing.
The silent dance of death?
Or was that loud
Life in this death,
Sound in this void.
Or do we call this swimming?
I Know AddictionI know what it's like to be addicted; I know addiction too well. I know the feeling of trembling hands: hands trembling in frustration as your tear through your drawers…looking for it, that knife. I know the weight of stress on my arms, my back, my fingers. I know it. I know the madness that comes with un-satisfaction, and I know the danger that comes with fulfillment. Yeah…I know what that feels like. I know how it is. You feel so dangerous, knife in hand, but safer than you've ever been. The blade becomes your comfort. I know what it feels like when tears mingle with freshly spilled blood…And what it's like to be alone. I know the terrified feeling you live with, scared to death someone will find out, and scared to death someone won't. I know the feeling of wanting to be saved, without having to save yourself. You want someone to stop you, but then they'd be taking away the only thing you have control of. I know what it's like to feel powerI Know Addiction11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
something about a rainforestsomething about a rainforest11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It was almost December when he told me about the rainforest. There's this plant, he said, It only grows in the rainforests of Queensland, in Australia. That night I stayed up listening to him talk about everything from Marxist philosophy to distortion pedals to the construction of clocks. I didn't care. I liked his words.
It has these huge leaves, he continued, That are covered in tiny microscopic silicone tubes that help the tree get water. The thing is, if you touch the leaves, they come off on you. They're like needles and they're so small but they hurt like shit. They stay under your skin for months until you regenerate every place it touched. And anytime you get water on them, it goes through the tubes and you have all this water below the surface. Supposed to be one of the most painful things possible.
He stopped and looked at me and for a second I tried to imagine filling up with water right beneath my skin. He was right, it hurt.
I said Yes some people can do that too. You touc
Unlocking The SilenceUnlocking The Silence12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rape. What is it?
"The carnal knowledge of a female against her will"?
"The act of snatching or carrying off by force"?
"To ravish or violate"?
Anyone who's never been through the horrible act of rape has no idea what it really means. They have no idea what a victim of rape has been through, has lived through, and will still have to deal with probably for the rest of his or her life. They don't know what it's like to be twenty-four years old and feeling like you have no-one who really understands you.
Rape is confusion. It's being suffocated. It's being trapped. It's not knowing what to do, how to get out, how to get him to stop. It's being silenced. It's your body screaming for help. It's being alone with no way out. It's longing to unlock the horrible silence. It's feeling helpless and scared. It's asking yourself the next day if it really happened. It's not wanting to know the answer. It's pretending nothing happened and putting on a smile. It's blocking your mind completely
To Be A Malkavian...You see Kindred, there is a deep meaning to the clan of Malkav. Malkavians. Those who share the blood of the antediluvian, Malkav. So, so many kindred are aware of our curse, the insanity that runs from sire to childer down through the generations of our clan.To Be A Malkavian...8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
And yet, the camarilla accepts us with open arms. Why then, would the camarilla accept a bunch of psychotic, deranged fools into their midst? Why not exterminate us, or better still leave us for their greatest enemy, the sabbat? That way, we become the problem of the enemy.
I will tell you why. Because we of Malkavs blood, like so many Kindred have a skill. A strength. An attribute that sets us apart from the other clans. A skill that is unique to us alone. And those who are wise within the camarillas inner circle realise that our gift is far more valuable than the brute strength of the Bruja, or the sharp politicking skills of the Ventrue. No. You see my dear Kindred, the curse of Malkav is also his blessing. And as
You Cant Suicide on TelevisionThere\'s no verb for suicide. It\'s something you commit. You can commit murder, but you can just plain murder, too. You can\'t \"suicide.\" I mean, don\'t try it or anything to prove me wrong. You just can\'t.You Cant Suicide on Television12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Maybe it\'s because if you do it you have to be successful. If you\'re not succesful, then man...you oughta just kill yourself. No, don\'t! It was a joke! But if you do it, you can\'t very well tell anyone what you\'ve done. \"Sally! What happened to your wrists?\" \"Oh, I suicided.\" You can\'t do that. You can\'t talk when you\'re dead! And every successful suicide I know of has ended up that way. In severe deadness. (Deadness is also not a word, but that\'s the point. And if it was a word, there wouldn\'t be any levels of it. Everyone infected with deadness would be equally dead. It wouldn\'t be more severe than anyone else\'s dead. Otherwise, someone might sue.)
But then, you think (or I think), what about Sally\'s friends (assuming she didn\'t kill herself because she didn\
despair on a couch "Lansing, Michigan- police today found in an apartment complex the body of art student, Tony Martin, 22, and the magled remains of several students, both current and past. Officials were shocked at how macabre the scene was."despair on a couch11 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
I always was a good kid. I studied hard, and long, in my efforts to become someone. I guess I was successful, but for the wrong reasons.
My one true love, who will only be known as Sarah, left me when i was 17. I spent the greater part of 2 years with her. When she left me, I was crushed. Life just felt lacking in substance. I became a recluse, and when she left for another college far, far away, i saw my oppertunities for a blissful life slip away. And the fact that she never called again was the heartbreaker. I soon devoted my life to finding her, and making myself whole again. It all started right after I started leaving my dorm room again.
"East Lansing, Michigan- Missing art student