alonewhy am i so alone in this cruel world that puts on a mask of joy and happiness to hide its sorrow why am i so alone when the night comes and why am i so alone in my cruel but happy world and why don't you come to comfort me when i weep sitting in the shadows of my cruel but happy world its like your blinded to my plight or you just don't care about me sitting here alone in my cruel but happy world and do you know why i can say i am happy even though i live in a world like this i am happy because i know that one day i will dry my tears and i will stand up for what is right and brush away the loneliness that i felt because i will have found thealone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"SHE"she walks a road of dispair."SHE"5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her evil sins haunting her threw out the
dusty dule air.
She will never brake free for rescuing
she will never brake free for rescuing!
She walks the painful path of defeat,
Her life will NEVER be complete!
Her life will NEVER NEVER be complete!
She rips and pulls out her own hair,
She cuts and rips at her raw scaley flesh,
for this to her is an intimate affair
an intimate affair~
an intimate affair~
Shes greedy straight down to her brittle bones
Dosent even have a home to call her own.
true loveMy love for you is pure as can be.true love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love you with compleate honesty.
Looks like we made it!
Our love we will transmit!
Nobody thought we would make it this far....
But we have,
By not letting anyone label us... and tell us where we would go,
and who we are.
We have been down many rocky roads...
and suffered scraped knees...
But together hand in hand we have recovered compleatly.
You are my everything,
you lend me your faith when I dont believe.
With your confidence pushing me feircely my hardships and goals I achieve.
I never feel less then next to you.
Iam so comfortable, this is no taboo.
Side by side...
Our love will on
Music Saved Me From Sports -P1Sweat dripped from beneath his black ball cap. Life had frozen still in its steps. All of their nervous, expecting eyes were locked directly on the pitcher's mound; directly on him. But for some reason that good looking boy on the pitcher's mound seemed to be completely oblivious to the rank of glory hovering over his head. Why? Cause inside he knew he couldn't mess up. Perhaps he was a little too arrogant for his own good, or the good of the team. But then again, maybe his level of self-confidence was just right. That mound of dirt was like a podium, a line of fireworks surrounding him and just screaming.Music Saved Me From Sports -P13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yeah, all of you! Look at
LoveJe ne suis pas romantique.Love3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
S'il a pris un temps long pour écrire ceci.
Non amare può essere conquistato dalla distanza.
Ook al ik ver weg ben.
Ich bin noch dort.
Den beste vennene.
On en kieli, joka voin ilmaista kuinka tuntuu täysin.
Jag älskar dig.
Je vous aime.
Jeg elsker dig.
Ich liebe dich.
say whatshut up shut upsay what5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
dont want to hear your mouth right now.
your as fake as can be,
and a person like you i just dont need.
grow up grow up
and try and take care of your own
god dont plan where you go....
you pave your own roads.
back up back up get out of my face
your a disgrace to me and to all human race!
throw up throw up your hands in the air
ingnorant people like you with out reprocutions and with out loving care.
crack up crack up
thats what im doing now.
youll never get it you just dont know how.
Andrew Stack's Suicide NoteAndrew Joseph Stack's Suicide NoteAndrew Stack's Suicide Note3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In case it goes away:
If you're reading this, you're no doubt asking yourself, "Why did this have to happen?" The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn't enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless especially given my gross inability to gracefully arti
Killed a hornet with Ginsberg. IKilled a hornet with Ginsberg.9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
was easy to
Communist QuotesThe Anthology of Communist QuotesCommunist Quotes3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"Capitalist production, therefore, develops technology, and the combining together of various processes into a social whole, only by sapping the original sources of all wealth - the soil and the laborer." -Karl Marx
" Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks." -Karl Marx
"You show me a capitalist, and I'll show you a bloodsucker." -Malcolm X
"Democracy is the road to socialism." -Karl Marx
"Greek philosophy seems to have met with something with which a good tragedy is not supposed to meet, namely, a dull ending.
OmnislashOmnislashOmnislash4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Slash, cleave, lacerate
Enraged gashing and hacking
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.