Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want toCigarrete Smoke8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
Bang. You're Dead. Part 2.Bang. You're Dead. Part 2.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the trigger
my finger lies
I'm telling her
It's time for goodbye's
I fire a round
Into her skull
She hits the floor
Without a sound
Some people scream
Some people cry
"Is this a nightmare?"
"Let it be a dream"
"Please, don't let me die."
They want to wake up
Be safe in their bed
But it's too late
Random Snippets on LGBT RightsRandom Snippets on LGBT Rights6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The following people can marry:
* those with a past history of rape or murder
* active members of the Ku Klux Klan or Nazi Party
* people with late-stage AIDS or terminal cancer
* Britney Spears and Kevin Federline
The following people cannot marry:
* lesbians and gay men who love and support each other unconditionally
The following people find this unacceptable:
* any person we would want creating binding laws on our behavior
"Marriage isn't sacred! Not in America, where we have 'The Bachelor' and 'The Bachelorette' and 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire' and 'Who Wants to Marry a Midget'!" --Chris Rock
" 'Don't [let gay people] get married.' Well, why not? You don't have to go to the wedding; you don't have to buy them anything. It doesn't matter! It doesn't have any effect on your life; why the f*** do you care?" --Louis CK, comedian
" 'How am I supposed to explain to my child... that two men are getting married?' [shrugs] I don't know; it's YOUR kid. YOU f***i
the flower clubdear preacher,the flower club7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've got something to admit
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
Oh my dear PalestineInjustice is a poison that is trying to kill us.Oh my dear Palestine6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Trying to kill innocent people, people with hearts pure as the sky after the rain but yet so fragile. I see them everyday, murdered, tortured, blood covered but still faithful to their principles, to their religions and to themselves. They don't sell their souls to survive. Because even when they survive, how will they face themselves? Nothing will be left of them than a hollow wrap that they carry day after day, realizing that death would have released them but yet so glad to be able to feel the rain on their skin despite the fact that every drop hurts their scratched skin
The sky is blue, the sun shines, its a perfect day but the stabbing screams they hear resound continuously in their minds when the bombs cease falling for minutes.
How they miss the good old times when all the family sat by table the evening, eating dinner and laughing together.
At night, they cant sleep, they always think about the family membe
Skinny Geek BoyThey thought of football makes you peeSkinny Geek Boy11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But you're the best at DnD
On our first date, you'll tell me how
You learned to beat "Diablo"--wow!
And I might want to kiss you
And when you leave at 9:15
To meet the boys for Soylent Green
I'll wish that I could come along
Instead of writing geek-boy songs
I know I'm going to miss you
I wanna hold your skinny geek hand
And we will rule the skinny geek land
You bring me so much skinny geek joy
'Cause you're my skinny geek boy
It's fantasy and anime
We'll hit it off the geek-boy way
Your clothes fit me, 'cause you're so thin
You have to have them taken in
But still I'll never diss you
I wanna hold your skinny geek hand
And we will rule the skinny geek land
You bring me so much skinny geek joy
'Cause you're my skinny geek boy
Last week, you flunked P.E.
But you built a new computer just for me
I will love your sci-fi flicks
So don't go out with other chicks
I'll be so faithful, fun but coy
'Cause you're my skinny geek boy!
+High Schoolers Guide to Life++High Schoolers Guide to Life+7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ive been told that if given a chance to relive their high school years, most adults would promptly turn it downand yet I cant see myself wanting to give up my senior year. Im eighteen, just old enough to get my own tattoo but young enough to cry my eyes out when my parents ground me for it.
These past four years have reoccurred for me over and over again as I mentor others, and even though I feel the pain of everyone that Ive taught and spoke with, I feel their joy, too. As a teacher aide and co-leader of a popular club, I hear a lot of stories from all sorts of backgrounds. It wasnt intended for me to become the wise shaman of everyone, the one that everyone runs to with their issues and joys, but its been an amazing job for me. Ive learned so much in so little time, and I feel that before I graduate, I want to leave a list of things that Ive learned. I hope that they can help others out when Im not there.
Goldfinch as GrandmotherShe was crazy as a loon, snapping slowGoldfinch as Grandmother8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
golden Polaroid photos through dust specked
photos of nothing
photos of the back yard apple tree and
thick, low mellow California light.
She was crazy about birds,
buying cheap dimestore taxidermied versions
and making us put on plays with them,
casting goldfinch as grandmother.
We were permitted only to chirp.
Birds chirp, they don't speak. Don't be silly now.
I had to beg for the house when she died,
its tuneless piano, its halls piled ankle high
with the last twelve years worth of
It took me three weeks to find them,
the sliding stacks of photos
and not one of me.
Until finally our fingers, unimportant
and yellowed like the hands of smokers
by bad photography and poor storage,
pinching small plastic feet.
And on the reverse, in a cramped
and scratchy hand, written
Jay and Robin, 1979.
To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
You can fool the world but you can't fool God!
My faith and trust in Him will never be buried for it will never die
I hold on to patience because i know soon revenge will be knocking on your door,
Not from me, but from the one who created you and me!
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Coffee BreakThe man in black sat at a table in the food court, watching the patrons around him. A steaming cup of coffee, untouched, sat within reach of his right hand. Blue eyes glanced down at his expensive watch before flicking back to the crowd.Coffee Break6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
He picked up his cup of coffee and pretended to take a drink. He froze, the cup hovering about his lips, and his eyes darted around. So, he said, his voice distorted from the Styrofoam cup. You made it out for the holidays.
A woman slid into the seat across from him, smiling wryly. Well, it is my sons birthday, she replied.
Which is actually in June, but was changed to give the Pagans something to whine about, the man in black replied. What do you want?
Its been a while since we had a chat, the woman said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.
We said everything we needed to say during the War, the man in black responded, scowling. My positi
I Am a GirlI am a girl, therefore I'm worthless.I Am a Girl7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a disappointment to my parents.
I am a thing to be sold for profit.
I am property to a stranger.
I am a body used for the pleasure of men.
I am a slave to my promised husband.
These are the only things I'm allowed to say.
If I say anything else I will be punished.
I shall face a punishment.
Several that no one should be allowed to face.
I fear all of it.
But sadly, it would be nothing new.
I shall be punished for simply taking a breath.
I wish to take my final one.
I "belong" in the kitchen, after all.
I have possession of the knife.
This decision shall finally be mine.
My fear melts away, and my neck turns cold.
I shall take my freedom...
Yes, I have taken it.
However, it was not by means of bloodshed.
It was not by means of "relief."
It was by means of struggle.
It was by by means of the impossible.
No longer shall I hide my face behind blu
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
A Four-Year-Old's PhilosophyAnyone who has ever had a philosophical conversation with a four-year-old knows that it typically breaks down in utter boredom and the desire for a new toy. Most kids don't even like to discuss anything more than their own personal world and have very little patience for anything outside of their own comprehension.A Four-Year-Old's Philosophy6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My nephews seem to be the exception to this.
True, they don't have the greatest grasp on reality. Seth, after all, is still convinced that I actually turn into a horse when I get down on all fours and make "horsey noises." Evan is a little more logical; he tells me quite plainly that I'm "only pretending" and can't actually be anything more than his slightly eccentric aunt. Not to say that he doesn't enjoy pretending that I'm his personal steed, but he'll tell me who I am all the same. For the most part, both boys have learned the basic rules of reality and if they can be broken.
Evan has become the greatest source of philosophical fodder in the last year or so. Once,
Gay Pride**>GAY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!!Gay Pride8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
**>If you want to post your stories or info for me, please do so on my continuation deviation here: Gay Pride 2 This one has reached the character limit. More information will be added to Gay Pride 2, and please read it as well as this one.
**>If homosexuality is a sin against Nature,
Then heterosexuality is a crime against Humanity.
**>Support gay marriage.
**>If homosexuality is a sin, then so is love itself. (Lonewolfess)
**>God was the one who put gays and such on the world. He loves ALL of His creations therefore He cannot hate us. Hate is sin. (little-miss-anime)
**> In birth there's a fifty percent chance any individual will come out male or female. Why should I limit the person I chose to love to the outcome of a coin flip? (OpeeFomenom)
**>If gays were allowed to marry, the government would benefit a lot more. More money for them......
**>The bible does n
The Yellowiest DecemberShe was atheist andThe Yellowiest December6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was a painter who
believed in everything
and the world, the glories
it held, endless fountains of
knowledge to be obtained.
"It's an amazing situation,"
he mused, running his hands
through her red hair.
She believed in asbestos,
that it was her favorite
color and he believed that she
needed more things to believe in.
He ate cranberry sauce while she
read him poetry about cats and disciples
and classical compositions and the
relevance in it all. It
was all he could do to say, "Wow,"
staring at the sky, effusion of clouds
draining, pouring out before dispersing.
Her blue flower dress smelt of
chamomile and tulips and she wore a
yellow chrysanthemum in her hair, his
head rested in her lap, her breathing
Flash cards and timer reminders on
PDA's kept him remembering every
little nuance. "This cupcake is in
celebration of the fifth time
I kissed you and made you blush."
She blushed again before becoming
flustered. A mental note, Twenty-fifth
The Princess's Reply...Pretty as your words may be,The Princess's Reply...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know they are not meant for me.
You really want a pretty doll
To live inside your castle walls.
I was not born to be your wife.
I enjoy the simple life.
I am made to sow and reap
And am not a woman for you to keep.
My hands are strong to lift my load.
My feet are made to walk the road.
I am accustomed to free air.
Those in your home find no freedom there.
Keep your dresses and your combs.
I intend to wander and to roam.
I'll make my mark upon this world
And be more than your pretty girl.
My soul will not fade away.
It lives to sing another day.
Someday when I am grey and old,
There will be a hundred stories I have told.
Thus, I will not be your pretty bride
And cast my former ways aside.
Search elsewhere for your lovely wife
And leave me to my wild life.
geekI want a geek,geek7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A real sweet guy
Who hides behind his hair
Every time I walk by.
I want someone timid
Who doesnt really talk
A guy with railway braces
A right little dork.
I want the glasses
And the too cute smile
I want him to be afraid
Of his reflection in the bathroom tiles.
He will walk with hunched back
And avert everyones gaze
Hell sit in the corner
And spend the hour in a daze.
But hell also be creative
Hell paint from his heart
And when I glimpse into the art room
My world will fall apart.
Because I like them geeky
I like that computer nerd
I like those who are sensitive
Those who love through words.
Write me a love poem
Sing me a song
Paint me a picture
Tell me Im not wrong.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m