a history of homosexualitya history of homosexuality11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
From the Ancient Greeks to Will and Grace, to the Pope and the Pink Triangle, and Everything in Between
By Angela Staiger
Homosexuality has been a controversial topic throughout history. While it seems like it's only recently been the topic of heated debates, it's been around since primitive times. Ancient and modern societies, the political world, television, and religious groups have all dealt with homosexuality in their own ways. Activists have fought for rights and anti-gay protestors have fought against gays over time. Laws have changed and so has marriage itself. So why is there a need to decide to legalize same-sex marriages? To understand what has led up to this monumental decisions, it is necessary to look back on history and recent developme
YouYou can't write a poem when you are in love--You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not in the sense of trying to capture what you feel,
What you see, what you desire because there is only so much that can be said.
A simple syllable which grabs the tongue in a choke-hold,
Suffocates the senses and drowns out any other thoughts of logic,
Until every math equation, grammatical structure, and fine pieces of literature
this is not a sad poemWe have hiccups, at the same time and we shout ‘boo’this is not a sad poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like we are trying to cure ourselves of things like distance, like pain,
like being able to see-but-not-touch.
I try to write the perfect poem,
but I just end up with empty jaws, an empty bed, a cup of love that can’t decide -
is it half empty of full? I keep trying to write a peaceful poem
about waking up with I-am-right-here on my lips
and feeling warm. A poem about waking up and not needing to say anything
with my mouth, just with my arms, how they sit and my hips, how they talk
to your stomach. I like the way you sleep. I like the way you lay,
I like the way you do those things you do.
And your blue eyes, the way you fix your them,
as if you need to make yourself anymore beautiful.
Let’s just get naked and eat tortilla chips in blue bed sheets, let’s just
mix like paint and smoke cigarettes in the rain until we need
lung transplants that I wont really need
while you are around.
My Dearest KittiesKitties are the greatest thingsMy Dearest Kitties8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kitties are so cool
Kitties oh they just so cute
Don't they just make you drool?
Kitties are fantastalish!
Kitties are my friends
Kitties, they should be a part
Of all the hippest trends
Kitties are just wonderful
Kitties are so neat!
With their little Kitty ears
And Itty Bitty Kitty Feet
Kitties in the hallway
Kitties cover the floor
Kitties swimming in the bathtub
In and out the firdgy door
Kitties eat the strangest things
Ammonia and diamond rings
Kitties are the hippest groove!
Oh pretty Kitties...
Why won't you move?
Crossing the Friendship LineTell me my friend is this really what you wantCrossing the Friendship Line6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For years we have been tight
Crossing that line, is it right?
As you lay there open starting to taunt
The last thing we should ever go through
Losing friendship that lasts
Moving together so incredibly fast
Then after proving my fears to be true
Closing my eyes I knowingly comply
Joining with you as our bodies sigh
Passion so strong I start to explore
Lips caressing mine
Lost in our time
Finding in you so much more
Travelling your torso nipping at skin
Both of us culling
Like a cowgirl your ride me taking more in
Burn in my back as I grip your fleshy hips
Tossing your head
Removing my dread
Our souls violently crash until the final slip
Sweat drips down off your elated face
Tears and fears
Friends to lovers our relationship replaced
A Guide to Good CriticismA Guide to Good Criticism11 years ago in Humor More Like This
There are few things in this world that are certain: death, taxes, "Love Shack" being played at a wedding reception and, if you're an artist, criticism.
Criticism is a very natural part of the creative process. As humans, we often stink with the odor of imperfection and need to be told by our peers so we can clean up with the long, hot shower of revision.
It's not a bad thing to give criticism, just as long as you're not an utter jerkwad about it. The first known lesson on providing polite, constructive criticism can be traced back to the oldest known cave paintings in Lascaux, France, where what could possibly be the world's first critic gave a particularly scathing review of a fellow Neanderthal's depiction of a bison. The artist was surprisingly gracious in giving a rebuttal for the time, waiting until the critic had fallen peacefully asleep before he smashed his skull with a large rock.
Unfortunately, some do not seem to know how to provide constructive criticism. They timidly appr
kinetic lustkinetic lust10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honest drops of Tuesday night
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
. (and coffee pots)
rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick
warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human wanting
he was a canyon and five full city streets
from touching her
Her polite laugh seemed to resound for centuries
through his high towers
of almost-did's and wanted-to's.
This man was
[sad to be losing the only thing he ever wanted more than his next breath. He lived with every mistake he ever made resting in a black shoebox under his empty bed filled with memories of 'her'. Lost in a constant kinesis of longing, hope, need, desire, regret and desperation. This kinetic sad can not go on for
"I Swear""I Swear"6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
like the fingers on my left hand
I had five of them
spare the five on my right
it would be the same
like the thumb, he's quite far from the others
I look up to him
because his music gives him wings
I thought he was the one
like the forefinger, he always points ahead
I look forward to him
because his skills rob him away
I thought he was the one
like the middlefinger,
Guide to Advanced CritiquesTutorial IndexGuide to Advanced Critiques6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What a Critique is NOT
What Is Advanced Critique?
Guide To Advanced Critique
Writing the Advanced Critique
An Example of a Critique
Advanced critique is as much
DeadlineDeadlines. Oh, how Langston Parker hated deadlines. They always seemed to crawl toward him at first, picking their way leisurely through weeks of plotting and typing and revising and retyping; but then they suddenly screamed, "BOO!" and leaped out from behind his computer monitor to torment him through the final weeks leading up to publication. His editors loved setting them. He was all too adept at breaking them.Deadline8 years ago in Horror More Like This
He leaned forward in his computer chair, squinting at the screen through eyes clouded from lack of sleep. Four empty mugs stood at easy reach around him, resting on stacks of discarded manuscript. Stacks that were growing taller with every passing hour when they should have been shrinking – the Day of Reckoning was a mere seventy-two hours away, and he still had fourteen chapters to write.
The bags under his eyes twitched, as though encouraging the lids above them to close. Parker blinked them into submission and rested his fingers on the keyboard once more. They spit out a s
r.s.v.p.what I'd really liker.s.v.p.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is someone who won't make me
feel ashamed to feel
Just Like JengaI've stacked the blocks in perfect orderJust Like Jenga6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you all take place around
You take your turn to pull them out
One by one, they are removed
Finally it's your turn
You bite your lip and smile
Slowly slide it out
You laugh in triumph!
Ha ha ha!
Then the blocks go crashing down.
There goes my world.
Seduceshe leans forwardSeduce6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you notice her cheeks
photoshopped to perfection
sunset over sea
you whisper finger prints
into her skin
even from day one
Just a FriendShe watched as he ambled away from her face,Just a Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A person unknowing of what she did feel,
He cannot see the emotion misplaced,
As the pain was laid bare, ever so real.
He wooed and seduced her, knowing her name,
Calling and asking to be but a friend,
And as she grew closer to feeling the same,
He took out her heart so she could not mend.
He called her one night, asked for a ride,
Elated and loved, she drove off to him,
On the way back, she couldnt quite hide,
How much she truly was mad about him.
Yet days from that night, she hears not a word,
Not a message, no call to ask how she is,
She wonders what shed have preferred,
To stay just a friend, or jump off like this.
The end of this story, unknown for all us,
Who feel the sting in what he didnt say,
But whether he wants to, whether he must,
He will come crawling to her one day.
Define Isolation.I kicked off from the pavement, slowly rolling down the hill. That single drop of rain splashed on my eyelashes, catching them and blurring my vision with its glistening nature.Define Isolation.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Even as the skies rumbled above me, I bypassed my house, taking that right and crossing the street.
Down one hill, up another, and then down again until I hit the corner, jumping off the bike and flinging it to the ground.
I stared hard into the woods, waiting for the slightest hint of movement and listening as a furious battle raged inside my mind.
I staggered back, watching my feet fight to maintain their balance. My eyes strayed to the pavement and I recalled a scene in class.
He had told me that drunks always lye on the roads, because theyre warm.
For two minutes, I could think of nothing that I would love more than curling up into a ball and lying on that pavement.
I began to wish that ever gust of wind that howled around me was a car approaching. I wanted someone
Crumble.I can hear his every moveCrumble.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im sleeping in the next room
His each sigh and his every scream
In a dream he cant resume
I can hear him toss
I can almost feel him turn
I can hear him murmur
As he strives to return
I didnt think it was possible
To get under his skin
And now that you are under
Hes sorry he let you in
I press against the wall
I imagine he does too
I imagine he gets lonely
When his thoughts are stuck on you
And now hes fallen silent
But I know hes still awake
I think this is the sound
That a heart makes when it breaks.
Sock in the DryerIm that sock in the dryer.Sock in the Dryer6 years ago in Open More Like This
The one that nobody cares to look for.
The one thats always left behind,
to never be found.
Im that sock in the dryer.
The one thats nothing anymore.
The one that doesnt match the others,
and never will.
Im that sock in the dryer.
The sock that will never be worn again.
The other is thrown out.
And now Im alone.
Im that sock in the dryer.
Slowly growing colder
I have a heart, too!
Im that sock in the dryer.
The sock that is left alone.
The sock that is left to die.
The sock that has no other:
No opposite, no matcher.
Im that sock in the dryer
And I am alone.
.MakeOut.Just another party.MakeOut.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So boring, I could seethe
Till you walked into the room
And then, I couldnt breathe
You simply glanced my way
And I swear, I almost screamed
Now Im tearing into you
And its everything I dreamed
Youre breathing on my neck
I squirm, scream, kick, and gasp
And as your teeth sink in
I tighten up my grasp
Your lips crash into mine
But my tongue cant move that fast
Your nails pull at my skin
Lets make this long night last.
We grow more passionate
As you pick up on my cue
And I cant contain myself
So Ill just project on you
And when its said and done
We'll both breathe nice and slow
You'll turn and grin at me and say
You up for another go?
InsomniaI'm conscious. I'm conscious.Insomnia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always be conscious.
I'm not just not sleeping but I'm so God damn conscious.
I can't close my eyes because my ears are alive
They cradle the sounds that sound just like light
I'm conscious. I'm conscious.
It's dark and I'm conscious.
Sensations are sounds that keep me awake
Gnawing my nerves to make me insane
Rattling feelings to wake up my brain
Hours of awareness that bring on the pain
I'm conscious. I'm CONSCIOUS.
Can't you tell that I'm CONSCIOUS?!
Hurting in places that don't have a name
Insomnia throbbing like night pounding rain
If I could close my eyes I'd be alright again
If I could close my head I'd lose all this pain
This consciousness always makes me insane
A Sonnet CallA Sonnet Call10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No anger fills me, though i'm rather pissed
as here I stand and testify with drawl
(by stand I mean I'm propped against a wall—
I conquered seven vodkas with a twist).
My call is for a woman I once kissed;
the girl back at the bar that stopped the brawl
and told me that I had one lovely call!
As firm as metal clasped around my wrist,
her love has grasped my heart and won't let go.
My lawyer said I should not say a word,
but I must tell the world about this treat!
Inebriated glee from head to toe
that frees my heart and makes my vision blurred…
oh officer, you make my life complete.
Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 3Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: A means to an end.
To accept one's self is going to die makes one able to find calm. To want to live, means that one has strength. Finding strength and finding calm is a task most men will never complete. However the man that finds it can have the world at his fingertips.
Tokuamalee blanched when Regret waved his hand signaling the guards to come up and grab him, and grab the Captain.
"< Bring the Human to me. >" Regret said his floating chair hovering closer.
Anna watched as the guards grabbed Tokuamalee, and came to grab her. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't tell if the Prophet was angry, happy, sad. His sing song voice masked what he was saying. She didn't understand. When the Elite guard grabbed her by her sore wrist it took all her strength not to call out in pain. His grip was tight and she could feel her bones grinding painfully together. Twisting around she could see that the Captain had looked up and Tokuamalee was panicked. Scowling sh
Malkavian PoemFiddlesticks, widdershins,Malkavian Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
moon comes up, the day begins.
Stoke the fire, light the cod,
drown in dirt, is he your god?
The train came in, the gun rode out,
the distance shaped, the shapes all run.
The sky is falling, the bells are rolling,
the car is stalling and the freezer boiling.
So the stars fell down and the light went up.
The childe was embraced and madness filled the cup.
The puppy purred and the kitty yipped,
the birdies swam and the fishies flipped.
Cause shadows talk and so do we,
endlessly swimming in a waterless sea.