BodiesBodies8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Dear Professor ____,
I am an inmate here in a prison in ____ and I got your name from an engaging op-ed article of yours in the Times some weeks ago. I am writing to ask if you would please consider arranging a one year subscription to the Times for me.
I apologize if you find my request offensive but I enjoy literate material and feel the newspaper an excellent alternative to a college classroom. An inmate here in the facility has a subscription and once in a while an issue will trickle into my hands, which is how I came across your piece and the enclosed order form. I should add that I don't skim through the Times but spend a few hours reading almost everything in it the way I would were I on a deserted island and had nothing but the paper to read. Only drawback is that the paper engages time I'd otherwise spend reading literature and other books. Thomas Jefferson stopped reading newspapers so he could devote more time to books, and Thoreau makes an interestin
EmotionsEmotions always sporadic running high then running low. Write your own fantasy or real life emotions down on a piece of paper. We give you the emotion you give us the writing. Is it not a fair trade? You get to keep the original does that entice you. Here are the 100 themed themes in the emotions list.Emotions6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Crossing the GrasslandA dream is a grassland.Crossing the Grassland5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its perimeters wide and its limits far.
Yet, it's rarely ever crossed;
most just gaze into its horizon and hope.
they stand there and hope,
waiting for something, anything to push them along.
To help them begin their journey into that endless expanse.
They wait and they wait as their lives pass them by with each setting of the sun.
"Don't follow that path little ones
it's never too late.
Take those steps into the unknown
knowing that you may fail,
knowing full well that you might never live to see the other side.
it's worth the trials and the risk."
They wait and they wait.
Their lives pass with each setting sun.
Who will be the brave?
Who shall take a chance?
The grassland is simply a dream for those unwilling.
Still they wait and wait,
and so shall I.
Apparition- Chapter OneApparition- Chapter One7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I was in New York for exactly eight minutes before almost everything I owned was stolen.
I guess the social worker hadnt been kidding when she said "Watch out for thieves."
I had set two of my bags down on the sidewalk outside the airport to wave my hands and try and get a taxi to pull over for me like they did in the movies (it didnt work, of course). Frustrated and highly annoyed I reached down to grab my luggage and my hands clutched at thin air.
As I stood there frozen at first my mind refused to acknowledge the fact that half of my wardrobe all my makeup and over two hundred dollars I had stashed in the little side compartment of one of the bags could possibly be stolen that quickly. I looked around confused and just a little pissed off. They had been taken practically out of my hands!
I stood there cold, annoyed, hungry, tired and clueless.
I frantically began forming a plan.
Who should I call?
My aunt and uncle and ask them to come pick me up since I had no mo
lettersYou said, write me a letter sometime, and I smiled and nodded like it just made my top ten list of things to do today. I was lying because I knew if I ever wrote you a letter it would be uncertain stains all over the page and crumpled corners and scribbles in the very center of the paper that readletters6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got out my calligraphy pens that night, but could find no words except those running under my skin, catching in my capillaries sickle-style. My vocabulary was hiding in my ventricles, trapped in caverns below my ribs. I had nothing but lies to sing to you, and and my only truths are silently screaming attention-whores. (I keep them locked up, theyll embarrass me.)
If I could form each curve and dash with the utmost precision, youd never know what a shaking hand penned them. If I could only find the right words to make you fall in love with my untruths, Id have a chance, but somehow Im always smearing my real self across the page.
This FeelingThis feeling,This Feeling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It holds you,
It drains you,
LettersLetters11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turned to talk to you today
But no one was there
I'd forgotten again
Went to your funeral today
They had your favorite flowers
It was pretty
Your mom came over for dinner today
She left before dessert
I think she cried
Found the sweater I had borrowed today
Did you know how much you'd hurt us?
I know you did
Your boyfriend talked to me today
He said he understood how I felt
I just walked away
Went to your house, found my pills today
Did I tell you your parents are moving?
They can't take the memories anymore
Wanted to hurt someone today
Make someone share my pain
But I couldn't
Started killing my pain today
Maybe if I can punish myself
God will forgive
Love is a RoseLove is a Rose5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love is a rose.
Its immediate luster demands admiration. The fragrance vying for attention, irresistible to linger and hazard a caress of soft satin petals. Gaining it pride of place, treasured for all it stands for.
For our undying affections.
But no matter how much the rose is nurtured, no matter how much sunlight and smiles it receives, the petals curl abhorrently. Colour once admired, drains and becomes a sepia memory that never compares to the original. Even a picture of this would be better than the object itself, for the fragrant waft mutates to a pungent odour, the soundless touch of silk, instead detestable as the unmistakable sense of rot and infection spreads.
What had been beauty, if it ever was true beauty, has wilted away.
Was it removing that beloved scarlet globe from its cosmos, the security of foliage, that caused what had seemed everlasting, to become evanescen
Voodoo DollI stand before you naked and abused -Voodoo Doll5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pins in my heart and my ego is bruised.
Always stabbing, burning, tearing, and I'm through.
I am enlightened, indeed I have awoken;
The day I come to life is the day the spell is broken.
I don't feel the pain, I am not insane, I am a voodoo doll.
So pierce me with your razor blades
And burn my flesh with sweet butane.
Then take the needle, slide it through,
Because the one who feels it will be you.
You slice my skin, but it's you who bleeds;
You gouge my eyes, yet I can still see.
Needles sewing, fire glowing, never knowing what you do to me
Is transferred back to whoever I choose
And after years of torture, can you guess who?
So stab me again, never se the end, I am a voodoo doll.
You tied me w noose out of rubber bands.
With needle and thread, you bound my hands.
And then you kicked out the chair and started choking.
I smile - it was you that set this thing in motion.
These bonds are easy enough to break
As they tear my skin, you're the one who f
IncapableMy grandma taught me once upon a timeIncapable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To love those near
To keep an enemy
And to never forget.
My mother taught me once upon a time
To be in order
To love unconditionally
And to never forget.
My best friend taught me once upon a time
To guard your heart
To take betrayal
And to never forget.
My father taught me once upon a time
To change the tire
To keep going forward
And to never forget.
I taught myself once upon a time
To be who I am
To learn from the past
And to never forget.
God taught me once upon a time
That you are always there
That you will help me when I fall.
And that you will never forget.
And I taught you once upon a time
That I am there for you
That you will fall.
And that I will never forget you.
And I promised you once upon a time
That I would be there always
That I would love you always.
And that I am incapable of forgetting.
Echoes of Babylon Chapter 3CreakEchoes of Babylon Chapter 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jet cautiously pushed open the door to the abandoned shop before him. He peered inside the pitch black room that seemed to be filled to the brim with darkness.
umm you sure this is the place?
Yeah, this is it Jet starred at Nack as if he were insane, but by glancing at the rest of the trio he discerned they werent kidding. He watched as Bean walked inside the shadowy abyss and emerged with an enormous grin on his smug little face.
Home sweet home! Jet gazed into the dark as the rest of the trio followed Bean back inside to look for the light switch which he wasnt even sure existed.
Well Wave what do you think?
Considering the size of this dump and that they were stupid enough to mess with us, Im guessing they thought are airship was a hotel The other two avians tried there hardest to refrain from laughing but couldnt help but smile.
Storm, what do you think? Storm?
GoodbyeYou promised to be thereGoodbye6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember?
You promised you'd always care
You promised me everything;
the world was ours to share
Don't you recall summer days?
Laughing in the summer rain?
Was our friendship just a phase?
Or was it always your intention to
cause me such infinite pain?
Do you even care now?
That question haunts and hurts
My promises were my truest vow
Every day I see you;
Every day my heart's dragged through dirt
And you laugh and tease and smile
And live your life without care
I want to call you evil, malicious, vile
But you look right through me and
You know that I'd never dare
So this is what it's come to
The friendship we once shared
What would I not do?
To know for even just a moment
That you missed me; that you cared
Goodbye, my friend
Goodbye my heart
Did you want it to end?
The way you ruined me
Is the wickedest art
So I'll say goodbye once more
And we'll look away
As our friendship, like a door
Slams and locks me out in the cold
I think about you every day
Echoes of Babylon Chapter2Chapter 2Echoes of Babylon Chapter26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tick Tick Tick
Sigh It had been three hours since they left for Station Square, and nothing exciting had happened. Wave was on her e-mail Storm was playing Skate it with Bean, Nack and Bark were looking through the fridge. Out of boredom Jet flipped open his phone only to be let down as the screen said no messages. Jet closed his phone and slowly stood up, he then proceeded to walk out of his room and into the long hallway before him. As he continued down the hall he counted the rooms 10,11,12 there were 12 all together. As he neared the end of the hallway he noticed something peculiar, there were twelve rooms but the only Babylon Rouges were Wave Storm and himself. So they never had a reason to go into any of the other rooms besides the kitchen living and control rooms. Then it hit him he had been living in the airship for over 10 years now and had never gone in the other rooms, he walked up to the nearest room and slowly turned the handle. He then heard a s
Echoes of Babylon Chapter 4All three Rouges threw there boards down and rode around the corner only to be met with the nightmare before them. Hundreds of people fleeing a burning building and running wild on the streets. What the heck is going on here!? Storm turned and saw Wave had stopped a man that had came from the building.Echoes of Babylon Chapter 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whats going on. Storm was astonished at how calm her voice was in the face of danger.
Who? but before the words even finished leaving her lips the man was half way out of town.
I wonder who he was talking about?
U-U-Um guys I think I found who hes talking about.
And whos that St-Jet froze. There in front of them was a figure wearing a white skull mask and a tattered black cloak that shrouded his whole body in black. Suddenly they heard a voice.
HE DID IT!!! HE TOOK THE TABLET! HE DI- the other figure was picked up by the throat and thrown into the side of the
LovingYouIsSuicide:AndIveDiedI'd like to set a matchLovingYouIsSuicide:AndIveDied5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to every lie you told me
and wait for you to hold me,
though I know you never will.
I'll be here,
waiting for you
to realize that I adore you.
When Cupid aimed his arrow,
I don't think he meant to kill,
but he did, because my heart has never weighed me down like this.
And I know, no mortal could ever be revived by a kiss,
but I wish I'd known what I do now, before the nights I cried:
loving you won't revive me, it's only suicide
and I've died.
I'd like to tear apart
the letters that I wrote to you.
How can I mend this heart
you shattered, smashed, and broke?
There are things that I have mended,
but the arrow still remains.
Even if I break and bend it
I'll still feel the bitter pain
of you, because my heart has never weighed me down like this.
And I know, no mortal could ever be revived by a kiss,
but I wish I'd known what I do now, before the nights I cried:
loving you won't revive me, it's only suicide.
And I lie here,
beneath the sheets
of what used to be memo
Sing The Sorrow(One night)Sing The Sorrow5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It starts tonight!
This final breath (suffocate)
into icy terrors
Pull me down into distruction! (no tomorrow)
Let this be our demise (end with me)
falling through the lies
drowning in the horror
of what may be tomorrow (let it never come)
(oh) Silent screams may cry
as we sing the sorrow (end me)
Oh let tomorrow never be
let this end tonight
Its the beginning, its the end
its everything you wanted it to be
its the one night!
the last night
the only night
(let it end)
(adiós mi amor)
I know youI know youI know you9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want to break me
You want to destroy me
You think you can break me again?
Id like to see you try
I know you
I know what you do
I know how you did it
You played with my mind
Twisted my thoughts
Into something impure
You created this illusion
You made me doubt him
I Hate you so much
What you did to me Hurt
What you did to Him Hurt too
Your demented personality
I shall Never let you break me again
I have learned
I have overcome
I have support
I am Stronger than ever before
Nobody Dies at WarSo I'll tell you about the day I signed up for the great war. When I went to go into that building I could have sworn it was the longest day of my eighteen-year life. Boy was I wrong. In contrast with the rest of my life, I'll tell you that was the shortest one in about four years.Nobody Dies at War6 years ago in Historical More Like This
I always thought I'd forget coming in for the draft of all us middle class guys that couldn't afford escaping to college. I must have been off the wall and stabbing the dark that day, because I was even farther off base with that assumption. I never forgot that day once, probably due to the fact it changed the rest of my life.
That Letter in The BookI ran my hand along the edge of the page. It was a small book. Small, crinkled, and leather-bound. No different than the ones that I had seen before in my unit. All the men had them and used them. It was that simple. The only connections with the outside world and we took advantage of them.That Letter in The Book6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Mine was worn and dirty. I wasnt sure about the others, because they never showed me. I suppose it was only fair. I never showed them either. They may have seen the addressed envelopes, but that was it. They werent allowed to read.
Dearest Marie, I stopped there to think, unsure of what I planned to say, exactly. It was, after all, the grimmest letter I would ever have to write. But maybe after this the war would be over Maybe I can go home, now.
The allied forces are quickly approaching, so I will keep my letter to you as short as I possibly can. I now fear it may be the last set of words I will ever write. The feelings and thoughts coursing through my veins spea
Miss Malaprop Takes Her BowLanguages, I believe, were invented for two purposes: communication and the amusement of native speakers. I make a very earnest attempt not to become one of the aforementioned sources of humor. I can proudly state that in my three years of study, I have never once mistakenly requested of a French-speaker, "Please pass the bath." I have also somehow managed never to confuse pregnancy and embarrassment in Spanish, a mistake so common among Anglophones that it is nearly a rite of passage. I have come to understand, however, that blunders are as much an essential to language as are grammar and syntax.Miss Malaprop Takes Her Bow11 years ago in Humor More Like This
I consider myself a proficient speaker of the English language. This is not to say that my lofty and mildly egotistical viewpoint has stopped me from making comments regarding Jesus's crucifixion at "cavalry" or the "erotic" flight pattern of the hummingbird. I couldn't understand my history teacher's snickering as I gave my or
GoodbyeThe world turned upside down and, as the walls fell down, you turned aroundGoodbye5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Abandon what you know, and just let go. I'll be waiting for you
Distress, Its overwhelming your brain, you can hardly stand
Let alone contain it, detain it, your on your own, all alone
I'm sitting here ready to fall
I'm about to lose it all
Your breaking, your shaking, you can't control
Your nerves are on fire, could this be it?
It couldn't, it shouldn't!
But what if it is
Sending out an SOS, because I can't handle this distress
Don't take a second glance. I can't feel my hands
The words I want to say, can't seem to find there way but wait to late and you'll be gone..
I'll save you, I'll save you
Just scream out all the pain
I'll be your alibi, call to me, speak to me, anything
Just to let me know that your there
Your like the sun I am like the moon
And I can't spend another day without you.
I'm sitting on my own, feeling so alone
The Small Box in the AtticSometimes I like to think Im a detective. I like to snoop, I like to learn and see, and I like to explore anything and everything I can get to. Most of the time everything goes okay, but sometimes I dont like what I find.The Small Box in the Attic6 years ago in Historical More Like This
I found my Grandpas will once. In a secret drawer compartment located in the top of my daddys dresser. I think it made me cry.
And once I listened to a phone conversation my mommy was having with someone she knew from work. Ill tell you that I never listened to another phone conversation, because thats how I knew about my baby brother before my mom felt it necessary to tell me.
After my phone days were over, I took to exploring the woods behind my house. I used to play war with all the other boys in the neighborhood. I still win every time, even if Im a girl. But now I use paintball guns. No more sticks and Red Riders.
And Ill tell you that Ive always liked war. That probably sounds mean and stupid, but I do. I thi
ComplaintsYou complain,Complaints7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you really dont know how.
But you really dont understand.
These worlds we live in,
Theyre all fading
Right before our very eyes
Theyre fading, dissipating.
You think thats just it.
You think youve got the world
Youre only trying to convince yourself.
Were not believing you.
We never have and you know that.
So you complain,
Because deep down, youre too confused.
Im tired of it.
Im tired of hearing you complain.
So shut up, once and for all.
These worlds are colliding.
Theres nothing you can do
To stop it.
To stop it all from happening.
Theres nothing anyone can do.
I wont be there for you.
Not anymore, not for you.
Im tired of these complaints.
When really, you have a perfect life.
My worlds upside down.
Yours is right side up.
My world is toppling and you only think
About whats going on in yours.
So stop and think for once.
Think about those
Echoes of Babylon chapter 1Jet stood at the back of a seemingly endless crowd. The green avian had been standing there for a good ten minutes and had gotten extremely impatient, because more and more people were joining the crowd and he could hear hundreds of people in the front screaming and cheering. Okay Im just going to stand here and wait. After waiting for a mere ten seconds the crowd exploded in an uproar of cheers and made the young hawk even more anxious to see what was happening. So Jet decided to ask the people around him what was going on,Echoes of Babylon chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Excuse me sir but what exactly is going on?
I dont know but my best friend called and said there were some guys riding extreme gear and that they were really good so I came but there are so many people
Jet never heard the rest of the mans comment because as soon as he heard the words extreme and gear Jet was off, he wasnt going to wait around when there were extreme gear riders attracting a crowd thi