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Tripoli: what IS going on?Tripoli: what IS going on?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It's no longer a surprise that a media war is being waged against Gaddafi and Libya. In March, all news were breaking and highly contradictive towards each other. A month passed until Libyans finally learned to disprove the lies, but while the news themselves grew relatively neutral, a new wave of misinformation was being prepared.
It arose in global media approximately on 15th of August, when a Saudi Arabia newspaper Asharq Alawsat told that Gaddafi is allegedly ill and ready to leave the country. Saudis, mortal enemies of Muammar Gaddafi, were, of course, such a reliable source, that all other papers followed.
In the same time news channe
A Real JobThis sterile trap,A Real Job3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This corporate limbo,
Each day the same,
Data entry, data transfer,
Clicking and ticking of keys
In such great volume it sounds
Like heavy rain on the cold, cracked concrete.
This thin gray carpeted cubicle wall
Surrounds my exhibit room as I wait for lunch,
While white collars and other passers by
Look in at my simulated habitat.
Two frames, one with my wife,
The other with both of us, and the two kids
Adorn the otherwise light gray, fluorescent lit
Ten by ten square that is my territory.
I don't want to wait thirty years to retire
When I could have a job instead.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassLife, A Journey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking things I thought were past
My mind drifts along ocean waves
This conscience lost among the maze
Of Life
A Journey
A fiery blaze
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the river’s brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed ‘pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Man’s world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to th
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With steaming taint,
The liquid in my mug
Offends me much.
It's taste is such
It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail
Does now entail
To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill
I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk
This juice of skunk
That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat
Or closer yet
The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste
Would better taste
Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas,
I'm such an ass.
To go without won't do.
Earths Final Resting PlaceThe weight of this worldEarths Final Resting Place4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rests heavily upon my shoulders
As streams of tears
Flow to eternal oceans
These legs grow weak
Earth pressing on the back of my neck
Each step
Pushing me toward
The celestial dirt I walk
The weight of this world
Resting heavily upon my back
As my last breath
Is crushed from my immortal soul
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light s
Read the Label Before UseChewing on a concept, lurking like a night owl. Pain springs from my eyes and I touch but don't grasp. Faking a pillow, I hope that this quiet will last. The past couple nights these eyes haven't closed. Maybe it's something more but nobody knows. Consciousness and hurt are pervasive and bitterly cold. I was hoping eventually these feelings would become old. Like fresh wounds they sting and take long to heal. Raking my brain for a numbness that is so sweet. I turn to a darkness recluse in blank sleep. Downing the pills to make it possible, condemn myself to dreams probable to permeate my waking and make it like ice. A numbness that takes awayRead the Label Before Use4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMust I Hide Everything?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated as it leaves my mind
Until all that shows
Is a grotesque
And pitiful happiness
An unbidden smile
A half-hearted chuckle
So no one knows I suffer
So no one asks me why
So I'll never need to tell them
Why I wait to die
Huh?Cracked booksHuh?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and open hands
point the way
to martyrdom
waiting to happen,
but somethings are worse than death.
Yes. Somethings are worse than death.
YouA dance with emotionYou4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no oth
i'm sorry.you think i'm losing my mind.i'm sorry.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know for a fact that i'm not.
i know for a fact, that i'm good.
or, maybe there's something i forgot.
this is no place to try and live my life.
this is no place to settle down.
this is a place for my strife.
this is a place to frown.
i'm ready to start this shit again.
i'm ready to try this over.
i'm ready to make amends.
i need to get sober.
i'm sorry for the person i became.
i'm sorry that i'm different.
i'm sorry it took so long for me to change.
i'm sorry, that's not what i meant.
God Exists Because I Say SoEvery time I get into a theological debate, the pro-God side says something to this effect: God only exists if you want Her to.God Exists Because I Say So4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This argument is nothing. Sorry, it's not nothing; it's just pointing out the obvious.
Of course you will believe in something if you want to. It's simply a matter of prioritization. Say you don't want to be alone, more than you want to live in an enlightened state. You will create a God, who you can always talk to and thus never be alone, to avoid this loneliness. However, not everyone is willing to give in that easily.
The mistake that so many of the pro-God make is the assumption that the anti-God somehow does
Dear Aristocrat_I'm Back_Dear AristocratDear Aristocrat_I'm Back_4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So the Slum Rat
Came Back
I guess I have to say this
This way
Or else neither of us will
Hear anything.
Though I’m sure you know,
I’m the one who needs to
open my eyes
And close my mouth
(Don’t worry about my ears
If they weren’t open,
How would I respond to
You?)
I don’t know why I’m
Writing this way
A real letter would be
More effective.
Doubt you’ll read this
Anyway
Or write back
So
Sometimes I wonder why you
Stand me, Aristocrat
Sure, you tell me I’m
The Best (a lot)
But you shouldn’t
(You know why)
I hate to say this,
But we’re the
Same en
Life Like a PoemLife is like a poem,Life Like a Poem4 years ago in Open More Like This
Some people like it,
Some people hate it,
It can be ugly,
It can be beautiful,
It can be both,
It can be simple,
It can be complicated,
It has feeling,
It expresses things,
Its whole purpose isn't expressed in its words, alone,
It can be studied,
Analyzed,
Examined,
Emulated,
Ignored,
Neglected,
Its whole meaning is up to the one dealing with it,
It can change in an instant,
It can tell the beholders about themselves,
And, sadly,
It always ends.
Not TodayIt's hard to talk about somethingNot Today4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your tongue keeps taking tumbles
And your mind keeps going numb,
Gumming up the works
Filling up your head with sand
As you go
Down
Down
Down...
And there goes the tangent again.
A thought that slips and slides
Like a fish through water
Or a bird through air.
I'll catch it one day.
Know what to say.
Know how to broach the subject to myself.
But not today.
Today it slips away
Like sand.
The Existence of EvilIn this point in time, in our world, there are hundreds and perhaps thousands of movies portraying the classic good versus evil struggle. But as I ponder on it, I start to wonder, is evil even real? Or is it a man-made concept?The Existence of Evil4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at a few points. We basically look at these things as evil: Murder,lying, rape, theft, and dishonesty.
If you narrow it down even more, it comes down to Murder and Dishonesty, because rape is a kind of theft (taking without consent) and theft and lying are kinds of dishonesty. But if you look at it even more abstractly, you see that we all do bad things. To kill someone is, according to society, a very ba
Education for All For many, education is the keystone of a successful life, but not everyone learns alike. Since everyone learns differently, this spectrum of ways to learn should be a tool in the arsenal of education. Since everyone learns differently, teachers should teach differently; different styles of teaching should be embraced. Since everyone learns differently, there should be multiple paces of learning, more of a hill than steps, five or seven paces of class. Since everyone learns differently, everyone should learn differently.Education for All4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
There are numerous learning style inventories one can take, and numerous outcomes on each inventory. One standardized for
RememberRememberRemember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve found my greatest fear
It’s being forgotten
No, not like meeting someone for one minute and
Being afraid they won’t remember me later
It’s not being remembered at all
I’m afraid of not existing
I don’t want to be just ash and dust
No way I’ll make history
Can the common person be known?
I don’t want to be famous
Just remembered
But can you receive one
Without the other?
Can I be a shadow
With something that lasts?
No, I don’t want light
Lime colored, spotted, or other wise
I want to show someone
How it was
Now
Without them
Finding my life story
I guess it’s
Drink'n it DownGlub Glub.Drink'n it Down4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink it down.
Half Full.
Half Empty.
Gone.
Vodka
Whiskey
Gin and Rum
Tequila
Beer and wine
Loss comes in many flavors.
We come in many flavors.
Life - It drinks us down.
And we're
Half full
Half empty
Gone
HomecomingFor thousands of years, we've lived on this sphereHomecoming4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We have live and loved, and spread hate and fear
But who here knows where life first derived
Could it be that our ancestry is inscribed
In ancient ruins and buildings and wonders
Whose riches and secrets our scientists plunder
Is it so possible that a long time ago
Space goers from another world bestowed
Everyone here with a heritage unknown
But by looking to the stars we can see where they've flown
Perhaps it is imagination that drives us
Or an essence of truth that we arrive thus
With these theories and ideas they must have been once imagined
Or based on truth of things that di
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
Sta.sh
