Hate Crimes.Hate Crimes.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So let me get in your head,
See the things you think?
So if I'm gay, I should be dead.
and if I'm emo I need a shrink.
Because I'm white
I must be lazy.
I must want to start a fight
because I'm a punk with a mohawk and my clothes are too crazy.
So because I'm black
I must be in a gang
And I must have smarts that lack.
Because I talk in slang.
So I'm Irish and proud of it
I must be a drunk who likes to fight.
And my wrists are slit
I must be doing it out of spite!
Because I'm a guy
I can't get raped or go through abuse
And I must always lie
because my family are jews.
So my boobs are broad
I must be a slut
Because I cut
I must be suicidal or just a fraud.
So I'm male and I was raped by a guy
I guess now I'm just a slutty gay!
So I'm going to hell when I die
because I messed up in some way.
I'm a lesbian or as you say a "Dyke"
So I hate men.
And I got into a fight
So I wanna beat up every person I can?!
I'm from Japan,
So I can't drive
So I've had sex with more then one man
I shouldn't b
Mind, I'm writing.Mind, I'm writing.10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Mind, I'm writing
A dark, untidy study. JACKSON slouches in his chair, smoking. Arrayed around him are six characters, all in shadow. JACKSON types a few words on his computer keyboard then pours himself some more whisky.
JACKSON: This isn't going anywhere!
GORDON: And you don't even get to screw it up and throw it away.
JACKSON: Oh, not again.
JACKSON: picks up bottle and looks at it suspiciously.
I hate it when they do that.
KATE: We're only trying to help.
JACKSON: You're not real.
GORDON: Define real, you bastard. Do you think I like this shadowy existence?
JACKSON: Shut up.
GORDON: You never finish anything, you slack, unimaginative moron. Stop knocking back the booze and write something.
JACKSON: shakes his head and pours more drink.
You're worse than my conscience. Which one are you, anyway?
GORDON: I think I'm the clichéd angry young man you called Gordon in a short story you never finished some two years ago now.
JACKSON: You think
The Ultimate Flame Form 2003The Ultimate Flame Form 200311 years ago in Humor More Like This
[ ] Horny Teenager
[ ] Horny Old Man
[ ] Horny Old Woman
[ ] Clueless n00b
[ ] Clueless Veteran
[ ] Chronic Spammer
[ ] Jealous Scumbag
[ ] Johnny or Jenny Do-Gooder
[ ] Menace to Society
[ ] Wannabe hacker
[ ] Stupid thread starter
[ ] Stupid thread reviver
[ ] Brainless sheep
[ ] Clever Bastard
[ ] Jack the Ripper
[ ] Troll under my bridge
[ ] Anti-social alien
[ ] Whiny Biatch
[ ] Annoying Boaster
[ ] Ignorant Asshole
[ ] Pompous Asswipe
[ ] Fruit of my loins
[ ] Error of God
[ ] Deviant Stalker
[ ] Disturbing Psychotic
[ ] Wannabe sex god
[ ] Amateur Wrestler
[ ] sub-human mystery of nature
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[ ] You've posted in the wrong forum
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[ ] You revived a long dead thread
go down, in history,/go down, in history,9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he found me
and palmed off my dirt.
and made me read poetry
under the influence
in a parked Cadillac.
that first night
when he carried me upstairs
I counted ceiling beams
and named them after
elementary school teachers
who probably died
of emphysema the year I
learned to drive.
I am using him
to get well known
and he has grown-up food
in his fridge, so I
can stop going hungry.
I missed four meals last week
and I can see weight loss
in my shower drain,
in my round brush.
I hate that he has
a tie like my father's
and keeps tissues in his coat pockets
and offers me antacids before I
undo my mouth.
The Eyes Of The Night Teaser 1I used to fear the night. The way all children do. You know the stories… monsters hiding under your bed, sandmen, wraiths, and all sorts of other evil things from hell whose only purpose was to stop a child's heart. For children are innocent and defenseless… .The Eyes Of The Night Teaser 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I used to draw the curtains closed. Not that it could stop monsters of course. But I thought if they could not see me they would forget me. But they never did… whenever I switched the light off, darkness embraced me; I heard those voices, whispers in the blackness. Everywhere… there were words in it, lots of words, but incomprehensible to me. Devilish. My eyes would open, but they continued to tease me. Always mocking me with laughter from spots I didn't look at. Finally I would turn on the lights and run to mama… crying…
My parents used to say there are no monsters. Mom said I should grow up and stop dreaming about nightmare creatures. Dad was a little more gentle. He said I was living in a dream world and that he understood. Bu
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
splitting micasplitting mica9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Uncloud the borealis of your eye, show your iceberg secrets
on an axis that intersects the surface
an axis that Greek geographers established as a reference line
from pole to pole. While Greece preserves the memory of itself in Rome,
its philosophers deduce morals from the nature of man
rather than from God
and baize of whitened-green mouldering
from the pews-sides
leaving naked wood
to the disturbance caused by a water droplet,
that will be smoothed out by gravity.
This complex folding over cannot be drawn, though its properties
can be specified in full mathematical detail.
∑ 2398 a & b (put > zero as quantum) α 161
Tea StainTea Stain12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You call this bollage toast, man?
It's nowhere near done fully..
The middle bit's all burned'n'weird,
The outside bit is fluffy."
The toaster's broken inside,
And outside stands a goat..
And I am citing to the moon,
My tea stained suicide note.
"I can't believe I'm eating this."
I do wish he'd shut up..
In fact I'd wish this all away-
This blasted tea stained cup..
So many must have pondered it;
To leave it all and fly..
Fly to the moon ne'er looking back,
And let the morning die..
Yet, this cup's a might addictive,
And shalln't let me forget..
Yet seems my tea stained suicide,
Has not subsided yet..
And so, the middle of me's burning,
And outside's so unclear..
Why the devil there's a goat outside,
Is something rather queer..
The tea grows slowly strong and cold,
Like my unwritten note..
And I shall sip, and wait and wait,
Until the day I'm smote..
Pach, 31st night of Summer, MMII.
Population SkemanticsHere you'll find losers.Population Skemantics7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here you'll find geeks.
Here band the outcasts.
Here band the freaks.
Here are the labeled.
Here are the weird.
Here are the emos,
The Goths, and the feared.
Here are the lost ones
Grouped by the 'cool' ones.
Here observers are amused.
Skills learned for life here
Crammed into your mind
Here is a haven
One you may never find.
Outcasts, posers, preps, and skutz
Losers, emos,goths, and sluts
Liable for salvation cuts
Offered to geeks, freaks, and nuts.
So here's offering you a title
Elite though it may be
Renounce those that would judge you
Stand proud! A loser. Just like me.
High school's furtive state...
All search for serenity
Hark! The Losers; HAH
The AntipoetThe Antipoet10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A cigarette burns idly on the pavement; ash eats its way toward the filter like cancer. He looks down at it, knowing he is the only living soul to understand the bittersweet irony consuming itself on the cold pavement. With a well placed step he snuffs the cherry to put the dying emotion out of its misery and out of his mind, and he keeps walking.
He spends his time living in predetermined adventures; previews, title menus, select a scene, sit down and tune out. He wonders if the controller in his hands, the ergonomically correct hunk of plastic with multi colored knobs buttons and pads could possibly be any more perfectly misnamed. Hi-definition images, computer generated graphics, doubly surround sound reproduce and coax emotion out of his tired body. He desires to understand reality, but he barrages himself with dilutions of fantasy and romantic quests.
He wishes to be a poet, the dark tortured soul caught in torment for all eternity. He wants to be a philosoph
Ode To KurtBorn a beautiful smiling babyOde To Kurt11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made everyone so proud
Nobody knew this baby
Would later have a crowd
Struggled through his life
Parents always mad
They split,he cried
Made him feel so sad
Growing up, this piscies didn't have a home
Moving house to house
Always feeling alone
But through it all he wasn't alone
He always had a friend
His guitar would never argue
It's loyalty would never bend
And soon this boy had talent
Nobody dared to doubt
That when that boy got singing
He sure could scream and shout
His works were bleached
His will was strong
He once smelt like teen spirit
Took the world with just one song
And once In Utero
He had nowhere to go
Sure he had his lovely wife
But the needle took control
With millions of adoring fans
Spread around the land
This punkrock Jesus
Died by his own hand
I'll miss you Kurt
Mabey I'll see you some day
But as you always said
It's Better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
Lady Rogues HandbookLady Rogue's HandbookLady Rogues Handbook4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To expand on the Rogue's Handbook located at http://www.true-magic.com/writing/rogue.php , this one's for the ladies!
I will not masquerade as a heroine, as that would encourage the villain to target me first. I'll let the Hero take point.
I will not join the side of the Villain. He would either be abusive towards me, or I would be killed in the crossfire of his and the Hero's epic final battle.
If we are attacked, I will be sure to give at least one loud shriek so the Hero's natural instinct to protect damsels in distress will kick in and I'll have a nice solid shield of flesh swinging a sword around for me and attracting our attacker's attention while I quietly dispatch the enemies I can reach while staying behind him.
I WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THE HERO.
I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH THE HERO. Doing such would make him declare me his one true love, and he would spend all his time trying to convince me to leave my rougish ways behind to become the ideal woma
As a Mormon..I know that I am not perfect but what am I supposed to strive for?As a Mormon..7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints I believe that we are here to be tested.
We are given difficulties and are pressed to show our steel against the temptations of the world.
Whether it be addictions that enslave our bodies and therefore our soul, or if it is just the pride and foolishness that brings us to stray from what is right.
There are many Christian people in this world who will say that they are righteous and that they do all they can to be good but they are the also considered some of the least moral people on earth.
I dont condemn people who dont have my faith but I do press people who believe in Jesus Christ to be different that the world, separate yourself from the weak hearted and become good.
Like I said before, I do not say that I am perfect but I do try to remove my imperfections and become great in the eyes of God.
For LeeannThey would make fun of you. Small braids and small shoes and sad eyes and they would make fun of you like the merciless, blind eels they were. Blind they were, their eyes gouged with gold pins the day their sins caught up with them. And they used the smiles they once had and your smiles to wipe up their black, oily blood. Their parents would kill them if they stained the linoleum. So they knotted their shoe laces each day and put on their faces and they ridiculed you. Little did they know that you were beyond them. You were beyond those petty, dark-winged creatures. You were whole and young and innocent.For Leeann7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Something grew inside you that day, though. Festering mold of cynicism that clings to your every thought like a disease. Corrupting, rotting disease that steals away the hope of the world. It was your weapon, your protection, your shield and lance. It paired with the philosopher inside you; new lovers and twisting limbs making themselves known, making slow introductions in the darkest
The Expected Part 1 of 4—Preface—The Expected Part 1 of 410 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a walnut.
The walnut has no name. Its Latin appellation, however, is juglans, short for jovis glans. Jovis is what Zeus was called when the Romans saw him and decided they wanted one of those too; glans means nuts. Jupiter's nuts. It is highly probable that, back when this name was chosen, people meant to say walnuts were nuts fit for the gods. Funny, what the evolution of language can do to nuts.
This walnut is lying on the wooden floor of a monastery, a monastery beautifully situated in the middle of a seemingly endless forest.
This is Friar Mattheus. In a moment, Friar Mattheus will step on the walnut, slip, fall down the stairs, and break two ribs. Friar Mattheus really likes walnuts. A little earlier, he was going to crack this one open and enjoy it. At that exact moment, he had a doubtlessly divine inspiration for a chorale praising his saint of choice. The ingenuity of this chorale's words was that they would only make
Western HaikuWestern Haiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
First-chair violin, playing Canon in D,
Stabs ear drum and violates a masochistic
I rewind, turn up the volume, and tremble
Will there come a time when books of paper are
Completely replaced by electronic plagiarisms?
"No," my boss tells me. But when he grew up,
He didn't have a Kindle or a wi-fi laptop to read
Under the blankets
With a flashlight
After lights-out time.
Coca-cola has appropriated the flavor of vanilla.
It's delicious, cool, and fizzy, and would have been
An aneurism of genius had it not been done
Fifty years ago in drug store soda fountains
And promptly forgotten
Like young George Bailey.
Will I ever find true love?
Never doubt it.
What have the Jews ever done for us?!(Yes, I'm basing this off of the incredibly funny Monty Python skit, What have the Romans ever done for us.)What have the Jews ever done for us?!2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
What have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Somewhere in Germany, in Nuremberg, in a secret building)
(A bunch of Neo-nazis are talking)
Head Nazi: (stands up to podium) Alright! Order everybody, order!
(Nazis keep talking.)
Head Nazi: (sigh) Heinrich, if you will?
Nazi 1: (nods, pulls out air horn and HONKS it. Nazis all stop talking and their heads snap foreword)
Head Nazi: Thank you! Alright, everybody, welcome to the secret underground meeting of the neo-nazis, its good to have you all here. Now lets get right down to business. The main goal of the neo-nazi party is to rid Germany and Europe and then the world of the Jews.
(Nazis all nod in excitement.)
Head Nazi: After all, what have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Silence and then one Nazi slowly raises hand.)
Nazi 2: The cure for polio?
Head Nazi: What?
Nazi 3: Oh yeah! The polio vaccine was invented by Jonas Salk, a Jew!
blinkkiss your stomach like there may be something living inside. close your eyes and pretend you are a pregnant woman, close your eyes and pretend that life is growing inside you, a conglomeration of cells with one conspiracy: to become yours. lean back and tilt your head like you could make the letter u with the crook of your neck, and imagine you have a lover, laying a trail of kisses down your back, meeting the spot where the baby kicks. i don't care if youre a man, i don't care if you can never have children. close your eyes and imagine your stomach, peeking out from under your t-shirt like a ripe pomegranate, imagine your appetite out of sorts and imagine the acid constantly on your tongue. cup your current stomach, the rifts and ridges, find the faults on your face, and imagine passing these down, imagine giving a creature the weave of your skin, your hair, your eyes and your colors, the ones you can see and the ones that linger when you try not to.blink6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
keep your eyes closed, becau
goodbye Michael Jacksongoodbye Michael Jackson5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the light is said to shine once on A person
but in this case Michael Jackson porved it wrong
he brought joy with his music
he changed the world with all he did
and now he has been called back home before the world was ready to give him up
we all cry for him
we all wish he was back
but even if we wernt ready
he was ready
he left us with so much to live on
he set the bar for all of us
he loved us
and we loved him so much
and now we say goodbye
and we say good luck to his family
we say " we love you mike"
Poem IIit's our special workPoem II9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
written from experience
memories and secrets on paper
with tears of pain
draining us of emotion
they will remain forever
ashamed of my actions
the cuts unnecessary
my thoughts dark
and all about me
your vivid shadow watching over me
each time i cut
every time i bleed
feeding my fears
adding to my years of pain
keeping the wounds open
not letting them heal
drawing out the blood
slowly draining my life
I don't mind the pain
I'd do it all over again
I'd die for you
But that wasn't good enough
Nothing is ever good enough
i try everything
to keep you happy
but you ignore me,
turn away from me
caught in daydreams
My only sanctuary
Where you love me
Where you adore me
The place where you are mine
Only in dreams
Darkness is my friend
she hides me from the judgment
the hurt of other people
i am hidden
and i can dream
Of a better life
Of a brighter day
Of a happier me
Under her wings
one day i will leave
whether my choice or n
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
My Blade--My HeartMy Blade--My Heart9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glare at me while I wait with closed eyes,
Feeling your thin fingers draw my neck.
And while your placid lips linger on mine
I begin my siren song - deep in the throat -
I amuse your neck with my glittering blade.
This dagger, cold as your heart, follows
My grazing fingers down your spine.
To where shall I introduce this new pain,
Which will hurt as I have by your hands?
I will show you how to love pain as I have.
Your icy fingers entwine my hair,
Your lips rest on the pulse of my neck,
And your burning breath siezes my ear.
"Kill me and you will lose yourself,"