Missing without a trace...Missing without a trace...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Missing Without A Trace
Its my house that lies in ruins.
my horse that is long dead.
Gone is my clothing and the family i once had.
They have gone missing without a trace.
As if they lived in another place.
A place not far or near from here.
Exactly the same spot.
Yet they have gone without a trace.
And clothing styles have changed alot,
and my house...it lies in ruins.
There is still the fireplace where my wife used to sit.
Its the only thing standing from my life.
But yet my wife is missing without a trace.
The path to my house is gone.
And where is dear Mr.Mc Neal who used to live nearby.
I thought i saw him yesterday,he was working with the plow.
I thought i saw his wife nearby...but god knows where are they now?
Have they gone so far from here,and left me here alone?
Something ill never know,oh but wait of course its true.
I died sixhundred years ago.
CamaroAs all good stories start, this one begins with a dead man.Camaro9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dead man in question is the lover of my wife. Well, was. It's going to take me some time to get used to that. I worked with him at our garage for 18 years, banging away at the shit rednecks bring into a garage. Little did I know, he was banging away at my Patricia. Yeah, I call her by her first name. But she demands it. You see, the only thing that sets her apart from the worthless trailer park trash we all are is an attitude that would make Jesus pull the spikes from his wrists or wherever, hop off the cross, and take out the trash. My Patricia.
"Franklin, get the fuck back in 'ere".
Speaking of which, that's her.
"Franklin, you ass, get'n 'ere before someone calls the cops."
Now, I've just given her lover an acute case of tire iron to the head. So why's she want me back in the house, instead of in jail? Good question. Now, a better one would be why is it she's carrying a suitcase.
"Aww, Franklin, why'd you go and do that
life isn't fairlife isn't fair10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I feel
As though I'm dead
I can't do anything
I've reached an end
People hate me
No matter what I do
I don't want to live
My life is crud
Try being me
See how long you last
Think it's easy?
Kiss my ass
Course it's not
Don't be dumb
My life is sad
Never any fun
So leave me here
To rot and die
Happiness is hard to find
It can't be bought
Let me die in peace
No one to care
I don't want to live
Life isn't fair.
But in absence of the heartBut in absence of the heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.
I never look too far forward
in fear of
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.
Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).
And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides
that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
& I have not.
I wonder if the deeper sand
is swished around like the sand upon the shore
never here or there
or sometimes taken away
& never seen again.
There are no stories to be told
with each survivor engulfed
and persuaded (only by distance)
to ensure they are secrets kept.
Or if the grains of sand between my toes
have seen it all
but dare not speak
Assault Your Senses.Assault Your Senses.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Assault Your Senses
September 23, 2012 by papermacheskies
Travel to the ends of the earth with the people you hold dear, Jump on that plane/train or bus and head in an unknown direction to an unknown location, hold a child, brace for impact as a hug engulfs you, hold that hug tightly, walk out in the rain or sunshine, smile at a stranger, kiss passionately, love tenderly, run just because you feel like it; not because you're running away, cry from happiness and laugh at the silly things, act like a child and don't feel guilty, sing at the top of your lungs, think spontaneous and act on it, stop apologizing, take up knitting, say "i love you" more, lay on the grass and close your eyes, dip your toes in the lake, let your eyes notice everything around you, read and get lost in another world, dance like you've never danced before, delight in the little things, sit and watch the world go by, hold someone's hand, watch city lights from the highest building, meet people, watch movies that ma
My Midnight FriendMy Midnight Friend10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel the tempered breeze of a midnight moon
Kiss your neck,
Slowly, softly, like it means it.
Taste the icy winds dance intricate temptations of moisture on your parched tongue, as dry as the evening masque.
Lurch as the night-chill
Tickles your frozen bill,
Doing that old jig we all know,
With a slight whiff of that drunk whom we said no.
Icy callouses being exposed to the nightly tundra,
Enduring pain, eating the raw skin,
Seeking alms, nothing more.
The hungry hand opens wide,
Susceptible to the cold of the cruel night.
"Feed a poor geezer tonight, mate?"
Burning cold strikes, making the loneliness only harder.
Backs of coats flush past the beggar-man.
Sluring snide remarks, making faces with their tails.
A solemn tear drops from a hungry eye,
Ripping the air as it falls downwards,
Crashing on the barren palm,
Taut skin recoiling from the crash,
Pointing out the pain for the stingy of heart, and pocket too.
Feel the cold rise up through your thighs,
The unforgiving night-steel, a re
Can I Keep You?I see youCan I Keep You?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hiding from the world
you carry a heavy heart
letting no one in
smile that wonderful smile
are those tears in your eyes?
As I raise my hand to wipe them
I realize they're frozen
why can't you lean on me?
telling me all your secrets
you say it's pointless
shroud yourself in shadows
angry lyrics fill your heart
broken.. yes you are
I just want to fix you
see you smile jokingly
can't we go back to yesterday?
nothing's the same
I fear you'll never return to where we used to be
Leave it all behind
why must the lost
search for what isn't there?
come back to me
I love you so
you carried me when I was weak
stumbling, tripping, you caught me
lifted me to live again
I just want to save you
lift you from the ashes
restore your loving soul
help you want to live again
Can't I be your angel
like you were mine..?
An Explanation of My AtheismA lot of people wonder whether god exists or if we should even take the concept of god seriously on an intellectual level. As an atheist, I'm going to try to tackle those questions in this essay. First, I am going to attempt to justify a set of three criteria I believe should be applied to any claim or assertion. After that, I am going to try to apply those criteria to the concept of "god" in order to illustrate that we should not take the concept of god seriously.An Explanation of My Atheism7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For clarity's sake, I would first like to define the term "claim" as being essentially synonymous with the term "assertion."
To discuss any claims regarding god's existence, we should first discuss the nature of claims in general. It is extremely important to note that the burden of proof is always on the person making any claim.
I assert that that there are three criteria that should be met (in sequential order) in order to take any claim seriously.
Those criteria are as follows:
1) The claim must be logically possible.
Missing in the Back of ClassThe kid who sat in front of me in class was really quiet today. It's weird, because we usually talk a lot when we're both actually here at the same time. It was a weird day, because it seemed like everyone was in class. Like, all the seats were taken and that hardly ever happens. And when everyone's here, it's never really quiet at all. See, I go to a D.C. public high school, which, if you live anywhere around here, you'd know that we have an incredibly high absence rate. And even when there's like half the kids than normal in class, it's never quiet. I mean, sometimes I think you learn more not going to my school than when you actually go. So, most of the time it's kind of thin in school. But, there were plenty of kids in class today.Missing in the Back of Class9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I like to sit in the back of the class when I have a choice. That's probably like most of you. I guess I just don't like to be noticed. Plus, it's easier to get away with shit back here. I write a ton of stuff (unrelated to the class, of co
verbal evidenceverbal evidence12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
verbal evidence may 26th 1:16 am
if i could
i\'d rape these words
violate and break
then slaughter them
rip them apart letter by
knife in hand i\'d dial the police
leave them black and bloody
on the floor
next to the door
almost an escape route
i\'d take polaroid after polaroid
and leave them on your steps
in a blank envelope
no return address
spray the photos with perfume
a scent unlike my own
thick black lines
describing the horror
you\'d tear the seal and gasp
just as the police enter the scene
taking blood samples
dusting for prints
searching for motives
plastic sandwich bags
trying to revive those that died
slower than others
little do these amatuers know
a single letter is no good
when others do not follow
these damaged letters lay dead
across the angry floor
never to be spoken again
because i can\'t listen anymore
Three Doors Two HatchesThree Doors Two Hatches9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three doors and two hatches...three coats and two patches.
Always one to stay behind, always one to miss out on things...four people three cars....always the luck of being unlucky.
Five bucks and six men...never counting...not even noticed...two guys one girl.....always lonely never together...four guys three homes.....freezing walking in the rain...a growing and unstopable pain...three doors two hatches there's never any room for me...three doors two hatches and i missed out terribly....three doors two hatches...two ways out but not for me...
One DayWe will have a house,One Day9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A big one, you and me.
And we will have a room,
Where we can watch TV.
And we might have some kids,
And we might have a cat,
And we'll come home from work,
To cuddle while we chat.
And we can lay around,
On lazy afternoons.
And you might leave to get a drink,
But I'd hope you'd be back soon.
And I'll be writing words,
And you'll be drawing Pon,
And you'd miss me if I went to pee,
And I'd miss you while I was gone.
One day, I promise you,
We'll do everything that couples do.
...In just about a year....
Forever's getting pretty near.
We'll go out Saturdays,
To shop in all the stores.
Your elbow hooked inside my arm,
Or mine locked into yours.
Or I might hold your hand;
Your fingers grabbing mine.
And I will kiss you on the lips,
Or maybe on your neck sometimes.
And then I'll look into your eyes,
Your face will get all red.
And then we'll both be smiling,
Without a word even being said.
And then I'll walk you home,
And open up our door,
And love you for the afternoon
an unhappy birthday.an unhappy birthday.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It takes three strokes of black mascara on my top eyelashes.
Then my eyes turn watery blue and I have to blink as I carefully apply the next
It only takes a second for me to give you a dirty look
I thought you'd be here waiting like you said.
I brush my teeth until they are pearl white I'm after a winning smile
I push my thoughts of you to the back of my head and spit them out one by one into the grey basin
There's hair that needs to be brushed and a pretty blue dress in that display window with my name on it
Eyes that are in desperate need of glitter green that is brushed on by cotton wool
Skin that needs to be concealed.
And how of course could I dare forget my addiction
My only religion my sacrifice my sickest health my calmest storm.
The cross that hangs on my delicate icewhite neck that proves
A knock on the door and it takes seven plush steps for me to run and get it
Then I give the mystery guest a
I LookedI Looked10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I looked out the window at autumn,
a golden leaf meets death.
Dispirited winds of gloom
dwell the doom of skies.
Cries will rise at their demise
when lies loom into disguise.
An ominous end draws nigh.
Cries reprise, perish, then die.
Spry for life, tumble awry.
Slowly bleed a scarlet dye.
Hide red bride, twilight's sacrifice.
To close my eyes, my mind now dies.
F.I. C1: "Inicio" vAEran casi las 7am cuando los primeros rayos de sol se colaron entre los huecos que tenía la cortina que intentaba tapar la ventana, cayendo directamente sobre sus ojos, forzándole a despertar mucho antes de lo que hubiese querido. Intento recuperar el sueño, pero fue en vano, por lo que terminó de estirarse en la cama, se restregó los ojos y permaneció mirando el techo unos segundos, pasados los cuales, volteó a ver la hora en el viejo reloj de mesa, marcaba las 7:12am.F.I. C1: "Inicio" vA8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Con toda la calma del mundo abandono la cama y se dirigió al baño, se lavó la cara con agua bien fría para terminar de despertar y cuando se disponía a cepillarse los dientes, escucho como empezaba a sonar el celular que se encontraba en la mesita de noche, junto a la cama. Cerro la llave del agua y se dirigió rápidamente a atender, pero cuando apenas sonaba el segundo repique, la llamada cesó. Decidió llegar hasta el teléfono para chequear quien era, pero para su ingrata sorpresa, la llamada provenía de un número desco
WraithThose who have eyes yet still cannot seeWraith11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why does everything pass so completely through me
disconnected, disjointed, a part of me leaves
to observe in a corner all of the rest of me
Surrounded by people, yet so completely alone
heart in a vice as my thoughts shatter bone
connections cause complications, cant be bothered with those
concentration upon deligations still leave a soul without a home
No emotional content, please leave a message after the beep
while the body screams to the mind, please flee from the scene
blending with the scenery, seen but not seen
can I feel now, will you give me leave to be
Then one who watches, there is one among us all
Do we see them, do we hear them, do we know them at all?
They cannot take nor give; it is always the Fall
awaiting the Winter, they know soon to call
How do we awaken the Spring when the chill of Winter sets so deep within?
How will the Summer follow when the chill sets in?
Do we really have any idea of where we should begin
The cycle of t
Imbolc InformationImbolc Information10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A.K.A. Imbolg, Imbolgc, Brigantia (English), Brigindo (Gau), Brigandu (French), Oimelc (Scotch Gaelic), Uimelc, Brigid's Day, Lupercalia, Disting, Candlemas (Christain), Feast of Torches.
The Goddess and The God this time of Year:
The Goddess is recovering from giving birth and is Imbolc "in milk" for her child. It takes six weeks for a woman to recover from childbirth, and the Goddess is no different. On this day she becomes the Maiden once again.
What our World is like at this time of the Year:
The promise of Spring is here, though it may not yet feel like Spring. Beneath the ice encrusted soil, life is beginning to grow and quicken. Birds return in anticipation of the warmth and food they will find. New buds are developing on the trees. The days are becoming slightly longer and warmer.
What mundane things to do during this season:
Enjoy the outdoors once again. The afternoon is usually warm enough t
Good Boyfriend VS True LoveA good boyfriend will ask to borrow your money,Good Boyfriend VS True Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your true love will steal your eftpos card when you're not looking (he knows your PIN of course).
A good boyfriend will put on the "perfect guy" act around your parents,
Your true love will call them mum and dad, then try to move in.
A good boyfriend will kiss you in front of his mates,
Your true love will kiss you in front of your parents.
A good boyfriend will stay on the phone with you all night,
Your true love will be there beside you watching you sleep.
A good boyfriend will tell you you're pretty,
Your true love will take your makeup off you because you're already beautiful without it.
A good boyfriend will buy you presents,
Your true love will steal your stuff.
A good boyfriend will stop when you beg him to,
Your true love will keep teasing you just so he can redeem himself later.
A good boyfriend will tell you you don't need to diet because you're fine how you are,
Your true love will force you to eat.
A good boyfriend will keep a
My Sweet AngelHer sparkling eyes make me weak at the knees.My Sweet Angel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They surround me with a warmth and love
That I have never felt before.
Her soft lips make my heart melt
When they come into contact with my own
It's like falling in love all over again.
Her friendly smile makes me realize
How much I need her and can't live without her.
I never want this to end.
She's an angel. She's my angel.
She was sent to me for a reason and I'll never let her go
Because I love her. She's my everything.
A Boy Who RealizedA Boy Who Realized9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As days and days,they all went by,he waited there and sat to die.
He would no longer accept a lie,he would sit right there and watch.
He watched and and watched but never saw.
Hes life it was a gaint flaw.
But then he woke and showed he could.
His effort made his life quite good.
He sat right there and watched but this time with his world untouched.
His happyness came flowing forth.
And all his knowledge came to pass.
The people were no longer blind,and found the best that they could find.
Finally he didnt have to wait behind.
He finally got his recognition,and grew into a big position.
He watched and saw his weird life fuzzle,it all seemed a gaint puzzle.
Al the pieces now well placed,his nasty past was now erazed.
Youyou know where I come fromYou9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know where I have been
You know what I have lived through
You know so much about me
You know when I am sad
You know when I am hurting
You know when I am down
You know me so well
You know just what to say
You know just what to do
You know just when to do it
You love me so perfect
You are my friend
You are my love
You are my Prince
You are you!