Job Interview Why do you want this job?Job Interview4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It happens to be I am desperate
an area I am and no one else
interested to pursue is hiring.
Why should we choose you over the other applicants?
I have the qualifications There is no reason
and the desire to learn. other than my dire need
I am eager to start. to earn money to live
Columbine KidsColumbine Kids9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey there everyone, don't go and run
They're just here to have their fun
You've got no say in what they do
They are the gifed and chosen few
Don't try to stop them, they'll shoot you down
They've already destroyed halk of our town
A gun in their hands, a mission at heart
Ready to die, to blow us apart
They said they'd be good, and yet they lied
All for the sake of genocide
Hey there, teachers, get under your desks
You're about to have some special guests
Come watch the show, don't run away
The Columbine kids are here to stay
Why didn't we help them, thosep oor lost souls?
Their hearts were tainted and filled with holes
Why couldn't we stop and deliver them from evil?
But we ignored them and allowed them to have their fill
Hey there, principal, go lock your door
Get off of your chair and crawl on the floor
Come watch the show, don't run away
The Columbine kids are here to stay
They have no future, only a job
They're not out to swindle you, cheat or rob
No more notetaking or homework tim
Sand Dollar Doves Inside each sand dollar lies the souls of the fallen, a new home for the pure hearted men an women who perish at sea. As doves they spread their wings to explore their newfound freedom. They soar above the harsh waves that once tossed their boats. In their new freedom they find no fear. Noble men and women who can now fearlessly break the bonds of their previously existence.Sand Dollar Doves7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In their vessel they are safe, secure. In their paradise there are no more threats, no worries. They do not age, they do not fear pain. The doves fly beyond the reach of illness and death. Their minds are free from the troublesome thoughts of their previous lives.
But the past is not forgotten, and the vessel absorbs these memories. While the dove flies, the vessel searches. It searches for something to ease the longing it has stolen away from the dove. It travels with the tide from shore to shore, searching for those it knew in the past. As the dove fl
--Our souls sigh...--11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and our hearts
human sight -
You can not
it is there
Oh River Lethe,
sing me to sleep!
Impart a sweet song
that is peaceful and deep...
FearThere is this feeling I cannot shakeFear1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
Flower BoyAn early morning sun stretched it’s first rays across and small neighborhood, greeting children at the windows of small houses as they first crawl out of bed, warming old men playing chess in gardens and bathing everything in soft color. It washed the town in a surreal glow, a scene cut from a quaint fairy tale, and that’s what it was.Flower Boy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were few people on the street at this time of day, and the silence was a nice change of pace from the inner city only a few miles away. Dave absently wondered why they didn’t get more orders from places like this. He’d been running deliveries for his brother since he turned fourteen, most order taking him only a few blocks to an office on an anniversary, or to an apartment for birthdays, with the occasional caterer asking to meet him at some high brow restaurant on the other side of the city. Usually the distance was short enough for him to forgo any transportation, usually opting for a jog or leisurely stride. Today though
Tannhauser Poem ITannhauser Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wolfram let the fair maid die,
transfigured hair and angel's wing,
an end that only God could wish.
He loved their winter into spring.
Wolfram was a noble man.
He kept a vigil in the night
and scattered shepherds on the hill
did see the two in blessed light.
He did not touch the virgin's hand.
He dared not let himself begin.
He watched her vie for higher things:
Elisabeth died for Tannhauser's sin.
And Tannhauser lived as best he could.
Wolfram wrote poems to exhalt the past.
These men stem from legends and so it would seem
that Tannhauser's soul was a part of the dream.
Wolfram was scribe, a collector of tales,
impoverished and rude, made a knight by his pen.
There was no gleam of sainthood to dim with the sunset.
No maiden in anguish saw Wolfram again.
And Tannhauser, on his way to Rome
slept in dust and ate his words.
What course is left the unforgave?
but calling back the Venusberg,
that vile place of lust and ease;
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMy Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice
Wish-come-trueBe careful what you want,Wish-come-true1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For some wishes,
Death is eager to grant.
Heavy IronIt's heavy, this necessary chainHeavy Iron2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About my neck,
The cold, un-yielding iron that slowly
Wore me to the bone
And left me stooped.
But you mustn't take my chain from me.
It's holding me together,
Here am MainDidn't care if the rains cameHere am Main3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cool against my skin
on a summer's morning. Even so-
I could embrace the blue ice
of winter's drowning. I didn't care.
Didn't care if the night arrived-
too soon- I felt alive.
Mist, then stars, swimming in the clouds
then silver moon-
Wise beacon above the river's tug
Hier bin ich! Drowsy, drifting,
to share in this scene
Schade! Maybe a dream.
Didn't care if I fell asleep
to dream of great poets
with vision and power.
The artist may paint with
blood mixed with colors, water-
to make my memories wait for hours.
Cross the river in sleep
Know the night birds who soar-
Cut the night into ribbons
of stardust reflection.
And at dawn graceful swallows
to swoop toward the daylight
gentle in flight-
Disappear with the night.
awakened by moments
which no one may grasp.
Didn't care that my time
flew away like the dawn
Didn't care that I waited
alone by the river.
Hier bin ich!
Gleichnis der Apfelbaume/ Parable of AppletreesLike the small hungry appletreesGleichnis der Apfelbaume/ Parable of Appletrees3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world left waiting
raised in closed rooms
with little light
they grew tall and died
those silent millions
the death they feared
and could have avoided.
Who can find one original sin
in all of you?
For what is sin
to the inanimate,
hungry hangdog vegetable
depressing to look at
what you've become.
The earth did not kill you
nor the wind nor the cold
(unseen killers indeed
are not blamed nor mentioned)
You left yourselves
the unspeakable crime
that so many lay fruitless
after the trial.
If I had a gun...I'd slay that little bastardIf I had a gun...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in Carroll's Wonderland
Before he beheaded the Jabberwock,
vorpal blade in hand.
Then I'd pay a visit to Kubla-Khan
in his magic home
And blow the top right off of his
stately "Pleasure Dome".
Now free of danger the Jabberwock
could start his life anew
Fishing away the rest of his days
in Coleridge's Xanadu.
A Rose's HeartbeatBeauty within the Heart....Blooms the rose of true love...A Rose's Heartbeat11 months ago in Romance More Like This
France and Japan, one or the other,
But Tama-sans heart is for another,
Hidden as a boy, the grace of the girl,
Haruhi made his eyes shine like pearls
Like it or not, he was there for her,
to protect what he deeply holds dear
it was sick for the Zuka club to hear
that she worked as a boy
what they thought that she was their toy
But he and the hosts proved them wrong,
showing that Haruhi truly belonged.
Then the next time they took her with glee,
Tamaki was down below, shouting:
I WILL CATCH YOU, TRUST ME!"
And off the pedestal like her host implored,
and the Princes words were well spent,
even though she landed not in his arms,
but ontop of his body on the floor.
More time passes, his hearts rose starts to bloom
that the loneliness and hate tried to consume,
but his heart is stronger than the dark itself,
it won't put its warmth on the forgotten shelf.
And then it comes the Princes final test,
when Eclair stirs
Rienzi, The Last of the TribunesWhat once was worthRienzi, The Last of the Tribunes3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
The eagle's crest
Has need for claws
And eaglets crave
The taste of blood
Before their wings
May steer their flight
(This was the lesson
We have learned
From the ages when
Our temples burned.)
Rienzi rose from bitter days,
The taste defeat brings
On his tongue-
So sway the people,
Bring them hence,
Have need of claws
To make them strong.
Yet not to war
On brother bands:
He brings you hence
To make you one.
Keep out the folly
From our folk,
Have need of blood
To keep us strong.
What once was true
In freeman's hearts
Will cross the land,
Abide in peace,
And such a peace,
It's price in union.
He saw the dream
Take flight again.
Too late, Rienzi,
Regard your tribe:
The slaves grown used
To chains of shame.
You give them strength
But weak arms waver,
And villains breed.
And though the eagle
Finds the sky,
So many wait
To still his wings.
Too late to turn
Against the wind.
The temple burns
A second age.
Whodunnit?Whodunnit?Whodunnit?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One of us had to have done it, the man by the fireplace declared, his fine suited arm leaning on the mantle, his manner displaying his wealth and power. Were the only ones in the house, the only ones he invited.
Foolishly, a woman in red quipped, taking a sultry puff on her cigarette as she lounged on the chaise.
Theres no need to make such a jab Scarlet, the prim man in a horrid mustard suit defended in a brusque voice. The poor mans dead, dont insult his memory.
Oh dont give me your noble honor and valor speech Colonel; it wont make any of us believe you didnt do it.
He huffed in insult, appearing to be baffled by her accusation. Madam, never have I heard such a
She laughed lightly. Oh please. You know its true.
Colonel, Miss Scarlet, please, the man on
Loner...blah. I don't want your pity, and I don't want your smileLoner...blah.11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want you to turn away, ignore me for a while…
I hear them talking about me, I know what they say
That I haven't a heart, that I drove them and her away
So maybe I'm lost, and I've no clue s'what to do
One thing I do know, I won't ever need you…
I don't have time for lectures; I need to pay my dues
There's things I must be doing, and I don't have time for you
So step out of my way, learn to let me pass
In the end it's all the same, you'll be one of my past
It's not like I'm lonely, or bored, or confused
I'm just sick of her games, of feeling so used
I don't quite know how, and I'm not quite sure when
I'll lower my shields, and learn to trust again…
I know I'm missing something, that I'm somehow incomplete
As I wander down the middle of the empty, barren street
But I will not ask directions, for I need to find my way
Back to where I'm welcomed, back to someplace I can stay…
EscapeI want to escape …Escape1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time i see you i want to escape
Every time i see you in pain
I want to escape
My heart bleeds when i see you
I just want to escape …
I m aware that every bad thing in your life is related to me
I just want to stop everything
I know that you’re struggling inside
I know it’s hard for you
I just want to go away …
I just want to release you
I want to set you free...
I want to remove your curse
The curse that enslaved you to sadness
That curse which is none other than me…
Smoke.I watch you exhale.Smoke.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smoke curling around your
Breathing in the toxic fumes that literally
Your lungs are black.
But they weren't always that way.
They used to be healthy.
You're slowly killing your lungs.
Some would wish for your
Used to be
Some aren't as lucky as you were.
Others, like me,
Have thick mucus
Curled around our lungs.
Making it harder to function.
Some have lost their battle
With this disease.
And I watch you
My lungs are one of the better
So were yours,
The BullyHelloThe Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you today
yes I did
you looked even more pathetic than what you used to
as you cling to your boyfriend
showing him off like he is some kind of trophy
you have nothing better to brag about
other than the ''hunk'' you call your ''love'' your ''baby'' or any kind of foolish name you come up with
or so you think ,but you hide the fact that he only wants to fuck you
and then move on to the next one
your just another piece of meat to him
do you know that?
no you wouldn't
you're too naïve and small minded to look through all the sweet words he rubs over your raging hormones
I saw you today
I know you saw me too
do you remember it ?
do you remember all the times you fucked with me
do you remember each single letter of all the names you called me
want me to spell it out for you?
B I T C H
I can go on ,but we shouldn't get nasty now
I saw you today
you were wearing that smile
the same smile you took from your closet of skeletons
you wear so many of them
I know they a
Between SunsTo see infinity, you only need to look at a clear sky.Between Suns1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To experience infinity, you need to explore space.
- L.F. Odt
The ship's engine sent a monotone hum throughout the whole vessel, that could even be heard on its other end; in the cockpit. The pilot was not doing much, he only occasionally glanced at the displays and lights on various consoles. His main attention was more concentrated on a movie he was watching in his mind. Still, when one of the lights started flickering accompanied by a low sound, he immediately turned towards the console in front of him. He glanced over one of the displays and muttered "Mess for Cap", to nobody in particular before leaning back in his char and continuing the movie.
Somewhere else on the ship, a speaker came to live and repeated the pilot's words. Near it, there were three people playing a game that looked like a mixture of chess, ludo and poker. The three players were all male. One of them looked quite