Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten Commandments
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
The Atheist's BibleAnd the Lord said, "Well, to be quite honest, I think you're all rather delusional."The Atheist's Bible8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish Upon a StarThe world is flat, the old men said. We proved them wrong, or so we thought. The horizon borders our world, hems it into a flat disc. Below us is dirt, above us a blue dome that scatters clouds like tattered banners. An earthly snowglobe in our realm of consciousness. Can we lift it, shake it, make it snow? Is the world truly flat or round?Wish Upon a Star7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let's shatter the snowglobe.
Stand at the edge of infinity and leap. Looking up at the moon in the sky, feel the ground whirl beneath your feet, the tireless spinning of the jeweled globe we call home. You are the point on which it spins. Break through the skydome and grasp the moon in your awareness, a polished marble orbiting, dancing in space around us. Can you feel its pull and tug, can you sense the distance? Now you are past the moon. Turn, see that small green-blue orb that was your sphere of consciousness. Extend.
Hear the roaring whisper of solar winds, the voice of our star. Earth is lost in its glowing bulk, until only the
Made of NothingMade of Nothing4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fast Foreword: A Brief Introduction
Why are people so eager to tell me when they find God, but they never mention where he was hiding? Sorry, that's just been bugging me. Now about my essay I made it educational and concise, but I also tried to include some humor so it wouldn't read like an obituary column for any beliefs you may have had. To put it bluntly, this article's as likely to erase your faith in God as the Tanya Harding sex tape.
Okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious. Some people couldn't be convinced that God doesn't exist if God himself descended from the heavens just to announce that he doesn't exist. Even among otherwise critical thinkers, religion seems to be more or an emotional appendage than anything else. Trying to use reason to talk someone out of their religion seems as futile and incendiary as trying to logically convince someone they've married the wrong person. But I
A Sweet AnaestheticThat sweet reliefA Sweet Anaesthetic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From emotional chaos
That stinging, singing anaesthetic
From the whirlwind of pain
The relief is only temporary.
So bury the blade again and again
Deeper and deeper
Into virgin flesh
And watch it flow
As we descend
Into this madness
Sing to me,
Dull the ache
In my mind
And quell the worries
In my heart
On WritingTo be a good writer, you have to be a Man. Not just a man, but a Man. I envy the hell out of chicks that decide to write mainstream fiction. Rehash a few awkward or painful teenage memories, chuck your crystallized adolescence into the defroster and pawn it off to Oprah, ba-da-bing, youre a millionaire. Not with guys. Oprah doesnt have your back if youre swingin around a dick. Did you see what she did to James Frey? Jesus. That should teach him to potentially exaggerate any fragment of a story.On Writing8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Writing is easy. Anyone with a superiority complex and a pen is already a writer. But to be a good writer, one of them literary-types who actually sell books, you have to toe the borderline of godhood. You have to eat lightening and shit victory. You have to drink like Hemingway and be at least 70% more bulletproof. You have to be able to chop down a redwood with your knuckles and whittle it into a massive club using only your teeth. The phallic imagery only adds to the m
Swift SilenceMy pulse quickensSwift Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I see that blade
Slid through skin
In my mind's eye
I dream of it
Hope for it
Long to do it
Just quick and easy
A sharp blade
Come and GoneCome and GoneCome and Gone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You came and went in the span of months
Tantalizing and sweet
But leaving nothing behind
Just TryingHere I amJust Trying5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a girl,
And here I sit
Knees up to my chest,
Here I stand
With trembling hands and runaway breathing,
And here I lie
Curled tightly in a ball, tired eyes staring at the dark wall
Here I am
Just a scared little girl,
And here I sit
Clinging to myself so desperately,
Here I stand
Barely upright, trying to show I'm okay,
And here I lie
Thrashing and screaming at the nightmare I can't let go
Here I am
Just a girl
Trying to get through
'I'm Sorry?'"I'm sorry,'I'm Sorry?'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What was that?"
"People who commit suicide
Step forward stiffly
"What. Would. You.
Know. About That?"
Menacing, dark gaze
"Well, they don't
Fight it, do they?"
"Don't fight it?
So they don't go through hell before hand?"
Stride forward this time
Right in his face
Steel toe-capped boot
To the groin
To the ribs
Hand around throat,
"You don't know,
What the hell you're talking about"
See MeYou don't see meSee Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I don't let you
To protect myself
And to protect you
From the horrors of my mind
You say you can take it
That you can bear to hear
The trauma and the violence
But what if you can't?
And what if I,
In revealing to you my best kept secrets,
Traumatise myself further
Now that it's out in the open
For you to see
For you to judge
What if hearing what you say you can hear
Drives you away
ShatteredShatteredShattered5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am breaking
Into a million pieces
Each more unrecognizable than the next
I have been trying to keep it together
For so long
But it is no use
Criss-CrossSo many scarsCriss-Cross5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All criss-crossing over each other
How many now?
One hundred and something?
I don't know
I never counted
But what about the scars that have faded?
What about the cuts inflicted on top of old ones?
What about the wounds I opened up again, and again?
To My AbuserDear my abuser,To My Abuser5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to see or talk to you anymore
I don't miss you
I have more negative memories of you
Than I have positive memories of you
You think things are fine between us
But they aren't fine
I have never told you how I really feel about you
I have always been too afraid of you
To say anything truthful
You have a tendency to get angry
Whenever someone says something about you
That you don't like
When you get angry
You really scare me
I wanted to kill myself because of you so many times
I couldn't stand living with you anymore
The way you treated us was horrible
Every time you yelled at us
Every time you beat us
it tore me apart inside
You could say how you felt anytime
Without be yelled at or condemned for feeling that way
But we never could
You would beat us if we even tried
It's not right to yell at or beat someone because of the way they feel
We should not have to justify why they feel
Just because you don't like it
When one of us did have the courage to tell you any
SlippingFeel it slippingSlipping5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wiring inside my head
In sync with the
My anxious heart
Dear Government,How can you just sit byDear Government,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After so many have told you
Of the horrors
For once take it to your hearts:
People are sold into slavery
Children are sold for sex
Men are sold to work for nothing
And do something about it
Don't make your excuses
"It's too big a problem"
"There's no way we could tackle it"
You are wrong
It can be stopped
People can be saved
There is hope
What would you do,
If it were your children
Who had been taken captive
Who were being tortured
Who were forced to have sex with dozens of men
What would you do
If it were your chi
Why do you try?So many people pulling to keep me aliveWhy do you try?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I honestly don't know why they even try
They tell me I'm a good person with gifts to share
But I don't believe a word of it
I don't deserve to get better
Or to be happy
All I do is hurt everyone I hold dear
I deserve to die