FsckAnd you're so fucking braveFsck9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind that computer screen
So free of the blame
When you can't hear me scream
And don't you pretend
That you can't understand
When you sit up so high
You just extend the fall
You know you never lost at all...
Don't say I'm not sorry
When you can't see my eyes
I was too far gone
To distinguish the lies
Upset turns to rage
And I spite you with this pen
But for now I am broken
And the darks seeped in again
So don't tell me you hate me
From behind that screen
Don't tell me you hate me
When you can't see me scream
Columbine"Do you believe in God?"Columbine7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The gun was set against my temple. My heart was beating quickly, pounding like a caged bird against my ribcage, and I could feel the perspiration rolling down my back and sticking my hair to my neck. Blood was leaking steadily from the wound in my leg, coating my hands as I tried to apply pressure. I looked up into the dark eyes of the boy asking me the question.
I had been so kind to this boy. I'd smiled at him just yesterday and said good morning. He'd nodded and reciprocated the smile. We were practically friends by Columbine standards. I looked to the boy standing beside him and frowned. I was also kind to him. I didn't get it. Why were they doing this? Why were they hurting us when we'd done nothing to them? I'd only ever been nice, but maybe that was the problem.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Richard. He was sitting against the building, his hands locked in prayer. His lips moved swiftly and I could tell he was sending one last message u
School ShootingsJohnny brought a gun to school,School Shootings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did
What I was told,
I went to school, I got straight As',
I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
I never said goodbye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go,
But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun,
He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny,
Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy;
That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend;
That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister;
That she is the only now,
And tell my dear sweet Grandmother;
I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends;
That they always were the best,
Mommy, I'm not the first,
I'm no better then the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers;
I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this,
And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me?
No one deserves this,
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it
George W. Bush DictionaryGeorge W. Bush Dictionary11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Dictionary layout: The words and phrases in George W. Bush English are defined in American English explanations.
Operation Iraqi Liberation - The acronym.
Operation Enduring Freedom - Operation Enduring OUR Freedom. Not Yours. Ours. Bitch.
France - Next place to bomb. And I'll rename it "Freedomland."
John Ashcroft - Big Brother.
England - Home of cheerleader captain Tony Blair.
Osama bin Laden - Who?
Donald Rumsfeld - Mr. Wargasm.
Coalition of the Willing - All the little countries who know we'd bomb the fuck out of them if they tried anything against us.
Weapon of Mass Destruction - Any weapon with enough power to decimate a large population or area....that isn't mine.
Election - A basic democratic process in which the people of a country choose their leader. Optional. (THANK YOU JEB)
French, the - Cheese-eating surrender monkeys.
Abu Ghraib - The #1 S&M club in Iraq.
USA Patriot Act - USA We Own You Bitches Act.
Shock And Awe Campaign - A bunch of planes fly over Baghdad and d
A pare that never worked.Starting to wonder,A pare that never worked.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you ever knew;
What kind of feelings,
I've hid for you.
You were the popular guy,
And I was the Reject,
You were kind,
I had no self-respect.
I am just the messed up teen,
And you had it together,
My head was filled with worries and hate,
and yours was as light as a feather.
We were friends,
At least so I thought.
But, you didn't know,
I loved you allot.
I turned to you,
when things were bad,
I turned to you,
When I was going mad.
You saw me as a friend,
I saw you as more.
But, I never said,
I was afraid of what would be in store.
Cause you have a girl,
I'm all alone,
You have a heart of gold,
My heart is stone.
You're the strong Christan boy,
And I'm Hell's Reject,
You show love,
I show disrespect.
I Love you so much,
but, I'll never let you see,
Cause to be honest;
Baby, you deserve better then me.
in:FLU:.e.n.z.a.Hes illness. Infection. Disease.in:FLU:.e.n.z.a.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He guzzles the influenza that rages in your stomach, and bathes in the 106 degree fever that blushes your cheeks and surfaces fluids to your mouth.
Hes eaten the beaten and broiled brains of humans and spit Kuru into the eyes of every dark-skinned native that thought it was something smart to devour its own kind.
Hell rape your children full of polio and beat your wife full of AIDS, punishing every white lab-coat that put his Small-Pox-Sister into a freezer in Georgia and massacred his Black-Death-Brother even before your time. He flirts with your daughters anorexia and your sons addiction to those pills under the sink, making love to the Parkinsons sitting dormant in your veins. And you dont know it because hes only the air youre breathing, but hes coddling that little cough in your new babys lungs, kissing the pneumonia you cant see or hear.
Hes that persistent sneeze, that
Breathe AgainBreathe Again11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
In my place
To see your face
The mask I've seen a thousand times
Break me down and watch me drown
With no excuse
But it's no use
I couldn't make you see me there
Feeling fragile, standing bare
I didn't leave
To think for once
I could believe
What never was for me to find
A bleeding heart, Tormented mind
And in the way
That all things end
My heart was left
To twist and bend
What now could never be redeemed
A loss of hope and death of dreams
So look away
And say goodbye
With scars I heal
No tears to cry
And never see that face again
That choked my soul and roped me in
At midnight I'll be dead.At midnight I'll be dead.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know what I'm gonna do, now its stuck in my head.
and at midnight, I'll be dead.
grab a piece of paper, the pen and the knife,
Write down every word,
The words I say before I end my life.
The letter's done,
And its 11:52pm,
I don't want to be saved, I've fallen from the sun.
Take the knife in my hand, get ready, get set go.
The tears are falling down,
But, no one will know.
Its 11:55pm, and I'm shocked how much blood can come,
from one little gash,
It looks like soon, I'll be done.
Its 11:56pm, and My head is getting light.
I sit down and rest my body,
So I can die in peace tonight.
Its 11:57pm, and the room's starting fading into the dark,
Blood is everywhere,
I'm shocked it all came from one cut mark.
Its 11:58pm, I can't breathe, only two minutes to go,
I'm gonna finally end this waste of a life,
That hurt everyone so.
Do people understand, Why I'm doing this?
I don't want to be remembered,
I don't want to be missed.
I'm doing this so everyone can move on with their l
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 28 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
Tell me I'm moreTell me I'm more7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Show me who I am.
Show me what I've become.
Tell me I'm not this monster
Tell me I'm not dumb.
Looking into the eyes,
of an unknown person.
I wanna know whats left,
or what I didn't kill from within.
So show me there's still some good in my heart.
Tell me I'm not that bad.
Just lie and tell me I'm normal.
Tell me I'm not mad.
Deny the darkness that lies within my soul,
Deny the blackness of my heart.
Tell me the fangs aren't in my lips,
tell me I haven't ripped my life apart.
Show me theres some hope for me to still be alive,
tell me I'm not dead inside.
Show me I am still mortal.
Tell me All of my mortality has not died,
I want to feel again,
I want to stop believing my every lie.
I can't be dead.
Tell me I'm more then what meets the eye.
Nothing came easyDon't tell me I haven't worked,Nothing came easy7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to get where I am.
I've worked so hard,
I've done what I can.
In this life,
there is no short cuts for me.
I have to work hard,
To get where I want to be.
I've put my sweat
My blood and my tears,
to get what I have,
And I have no regrets nor fears.
I've worked just as hard as you,
Never cheated, never lied.
I'm as strong as I can be,
Never felt, never cried.
I've had to work,
just like everyone.
Maybe even harder,
But, I'm still not done.
So don't call me a lie,
don't call me a cheat.
I do not steal,
I do not deceit.
I've worked through every hit,
Yanked out each knife.
I've kept pressing on,
cause nothing comes easy in my life.
Red.We both ate clouds with open mouthsRed.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Until darkness came and killed us both
The two of us died happy
And without pain
Like flowers wilting in purple pastel fields
We lay like mannequins with white bent joints
Red gathered behind our heads
And the two of us felt nothing
except the stickiness in our hair
and the fact that our pulses had gone
in our fingers and wrists
Together we died
and we felt no pain
This is Almost IronicI've done and done and done bad thingsThis is Almost Ironic7 years ago in Other More Like This
that come and go like growing pain
Things I know you'd love to hate and hate to love
and things you'd take such salivating pride in
I keep you unbelievably tight in jars of glass
Breathing through holes, one phone call a day
I won't I won't I won't let you make that call
All you'll hear are dial tone songs
Played barely out of tune
Sang barely out of tune
I'm not sure what to do with you
I've thought and done and done bad things
The bad kind of good that you take with nice gin
Tomorrow we'll make ugly faces like reflections on glass
and I'll never I'll never I'll never do it again
Behind glass you float like fireflies
With light that goes and is hesitant to come
With sexual tension glued to your tongue
I promise I promise I promise it's done
We didn't fall in love but we did have a good time
You've gotten yours, I know
So where's mine?
RosethornA man by the name of Michael Rosethorn slowly through a hallway on the way to a master bedroom. He looked at the stain glass windows, and the designs of intertwined roses on them, and then through them at the hail pelting the windows and listened to the roar of thunder and saw the distant flashes of lightning in the distance. He tore himself from his state of thought, with a slight cough he wrapped his robe tighter around him and continued to the room.Rosethorn7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He gazed down the hallway, ignoring the storm to the right of him, and the glaring portraits of his ancestors to the left of him. He walked quietly, staring at the wooden floor and as creaked under his footsteps, using them distract himself from the storm and his troubled mind. He glanced up at the door, the glossy polished wood prominent upon the dismal surroundings. He looked to the side and noticed the door was slightly ajar; he paid it no mind, figuring the latch didn't stick. He slowly opened the door to lessen the sound of the crea
message cannot be completedAll of us just lacking patiencemessage cannot be completed7 years ago in Other More Like This
It'll get better, we will get better
Getting the worst and assuming the best
I want us to get better
You won't let us get better
You'd have to leave something you recently loved
even if it was only for a little while
We looked up to you, assuming you weren't looking down on us
We've been wrong, as of late
We were wrong, just as usual
We scabbed and bruised and wilted and decayed
and you stood to our left, just a couple feet away
and you bit at your nails
and straightened the cuffs on the sleeves of your shirt
and you left us alone
you left us alone
We still want your help, but we're too scared to ask
we're so small to you now
and you need something else
August - pt.1feelAugust - pt.16 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the cult of cold sighs
when the night exhales splinters
of winter 'cause the moon has
rebelled from the sky.
the morning is mourning and crying
for the light
to smoke out
and just die.
wake me up
when i die.
life is no longer known
as a road because the road
is now crust where the earth's face erupted
'happily ever after', i wrote.
but the truth is i'm hungry
for the truth and the lovely,
the screams and the taxis,
the girl staring at me...
right there, nothing was dying;
everything was only very alive.
The ChoiceIf you were offered the chance,The Choice7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To rid yourself of all emotions,
To cast away fear and pain,
Would you see that as the ultimate gain?
Or would you take a moment and refrain?
From making your final choice,
One that may put an end to who you are,
One that would tear away your essence and voice,
And leave you an empty shell,
Casting your soul into damnation and hell,
I know I would,
Because although the bad can be bad,
The good can be so much better,
After all, its our emotions that help raise us when we fall,
And they are what define us as humans through it all.
It Tastes Like UnemploymentShe was so sure of herselfIt Tastes Like Unemployment7 years ago in Other More Like This
as if she was the goddess of something
Hey! I'm the queen of stab wounds, love
so put your fist in your mouth and bite until it doesn't hurt
I keep my eye on you when you think I'm looking away
But it's just to keep me safe
I'll be done with my job eventually
at least one of us will turn out okay
It sucks that I work overtime
and I'm not even getting paid
I've got holes in my intestines
and if they weren't so far away I'd probably hide things inside them
And just for the sake of it I'd keep sharp things there
in case I need them for the day ahead
I'm always losing things around me
so don't be surprised if I forget you in the couch cushions
I'm sure it'll be okay
I've never heard of anyone missing you
Could you punch my card for me?
I'm coming in late
If things turn out for the better I'm sure we can be friends
Maybe you can come over and watch movies with me in the dark
I can braid your hair and you can kiss my toes
Or maybe I can kick you in the teeth
do, donthere, in this placedo, dont7 years ago in Other More Like This
we do not feel pain
we do not think twice
we do not surrender
we do not give in to the temptations of man
or baffle ourselves wth the selfishness of our actions
here, right now, right here
melodramatic, pink skies
on our tongues
neither below, nor above
neither in or on
as we are
in this place, in this time
we do not wish
we do not want
we do not hope
we do not die
but we don't know
nor do we want to
Niggas and WiggasNiggas and Wiggas12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Niggas to the left
Wiggas to the right
Chinkies run on home
Cause you sure can't fight.
Look to the left,
See a choco bar,
Look to the right,
Wigga in a car.
Nigga says hey,
Mdrfcker has a rack,
Wigga says yeah,
But I wish that I wus black.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Sex In A Bottle ."I'm sex in a bottle," she said.Sex In A Bottle .7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What's the mean," he retorted.
"Read between the lines."
"You're truly a twit."
"You think you're a wit?"
"Witter than you," she spat.
"You sitting there with your cigarettes."
"You sitting there with your regrets."
"What did you mean sex in a bottle?"
"Read between the lines," she repeated.
"I don't understand," he responded angrily.
"That's because you don't think like I do."
"What does sex in a bottle mean?" he demanded.
"Whatever you want it to."
He then watched her walk out the door.
She was right, she was sex in a bottle.