So Don't Look At ItSo Dont Look At It: A Story of Religious Conflict in The American School System.So Don't Look At It6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
There was an abundance of glass-covered display cases in my high school after its renovation. They were all over the place, and some remained empty throughout the year. Some were in hallways that less than ten percent of the school ever ventured to, while some, approximately six(6), were in the main hallway that everyone would pass by at some point in the day. They were filled with the usual shit you would expect, so I rarely gave them more than a glance.
Near the beginning of my Senior Year, one of these main display cases was littered with rel
Three Years OnThree years on, and nothing has changedThree Years On7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three years on, and all remains the same
How many more must die
In the name of oil, empire and lies
And how many more times
Must we hear the same tired lines
The Bush DoctrineI shall rape the worldThe Bush Doctrine8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And make it bleed
I shall take it by the throat
In the name of Liberty
I shall send thousands to die
With a stuttered misspoken word
I shall brush aside their voices
And pretend I never heard
I shall take the hopeful banner
And plant it in distant soil
I shall sully its beautiful image
With blood and oil
I shall sit like a king
Upon my white throne
I shall became as Caesar
Such as this world has never known
I shall style myself as a savior
While I thrust the dagger in deep
I shall trade words with a smile
But never meaning any peace
I shall battle hatred with oppression
And hold my people to the gro
Follower. DestroyerFollower. Destroyer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saluting the sun though it burns through your eyes
To follow your leaders, to covet their lies
Stretching your palm and inviting their nails
To relinquish the glory that made them so frail
To welcome their cruel words and make them your own
And ignoring your conscience; so you don't stand alone
Treading on hearts as they shatter like glass
And they pierce your feet as you run from the past
The anger returns you once fought to the ground
When you hid what you hated and lost what I found
Friends become victims when you kiss them sweet night
As you turn to the evil you swore that you'd fight
The blood, sweat, and tears that you live
The HippieOne fine day in the South of FranceThe Hippie6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sat a hindu hippie fixed in a trance
Hair was long and dull as the skies
Above him flew a hoard of flies
Smelled so bad, but did he care?
Didn't look at passerbys, just sat there
Had a little joint and he smoked it dry
Till his eyes turned red and he was high
In bliss he did whisper, his voice was hoarse
He was in the front of the percepting doors
Like a wannabe guru lost in time
Where money is power and peace is crime
Raidrops fell and he looked above
And yelled at the sun to spread the love
Fuck...Fuck...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
why do you like to hurt me so bad?
why do you like to see me so sad?
you pick at my scabs
you pull at the stitch
you won't let me heal
you're killing me bitch
and I can't take it anymore
I'll no longer be your little whore
you couldn't love me
you couldn't feel
I had to show you
now you're not breathing anymore
the silence is ringing in my ears
your lifeless body on the floor
an image that's haunted me for years
and now i'm covered
in your blood
scared and all alone
with your blood on my fingertips
I draw a smile on your face
this is nobody's fault but your own
you promised you'd always be there for me
New OrleansNew Orleans.New Orleans8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never had the chance to know you.
For although my thoughts would
Drift to you from time to time,
And entertain the notion of
Visiting your streets,
Of speaking with your children,
Of experiencing your every facet and joy,
My path never afforded me the chance.
This has happened to you.
A monster from the sea has raped you,
Claimed you, laid you bare and broken.
A slice of the Old World
Brought to life in the New.
A place of ghosts and legends,
Of stories and rhymes,
Of history walking and breathing.
Of jazz, the greatest and purest form of music
Ever known to humankind;
An Open Apology to PalestineFirst of all, I want to mention that this apology probably wont change anything at all, but, like they say at Alcoholics Anonymous, "the first step to change is admitting that you have a problem."An Open Apology to Palestine8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I want to officially start off by saying sorry for supporting Israel's reign of terror over your homelands. It's obvious that, ever since the six-day war, American tanks have been rolling all over the Middle East with Israelis in them. THIS I am innocent of, but what I am not is of being from the West and not doing my part to stop this. Up until a few months ago, I was one of those kids who looked offened by all this fighting, but wasn't really s
A Small Question - 4A Small Question - 49 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
"The year is 2009, rather insignificant in fact, but none the less that's the year. We are known as "The CUR's", The Canadian Underground Resistance, our numbers are small, but continuously growing and our weapons supply is aging to say the least. After the hostile Republican takeover of the once United States of America, after the November elections of 2004, a second term serving Commander in Chief Bush moved his aggression towards the Canadian peoples in 2007. We resisted, with all we could muster, the resistance joined with the military, but we fell, our lines just could not hold, our numbers were too small. As of December, 2007 we were of
Hail to the ThiefHail to the Thief9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
most of us will never find what we want, and that is a constant in human existence...
A travesty that some higher being set for us...
We try to fill ourselves with thing that are meaning less to the big picture... And it seems in our government is playing the moral fiber that vaguely exists within humans. We call them our leaders, that we elect these men and women to make decisions for us that i believe we could handle better then they do...
They pocket our hard earned money for their personal gain…
Criminals we let get away…
Our youth thinking of nothing literally…
To lazy to realize that they are the future, but what will your future
Closing My Eyes.Closing My Eyes.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who told you it was easy
pull my sleeves around your heart
you have to rebuild everything yourself
with no real education
how can we believe in anything
when we see smiles dissapearing
from peoples faces..
that look tired and weary
im dreaming of people and places
that I miss but cant escape from
simple things can trigger a memory
that just takes my breath away
seeing narrowminded people
in positions of power
then changing the channel
closing my eyes and seeing
a million things at the same time
unable to move a muscle
Without You.Without You.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is love real, please tell me, how you really feel,
I need to know, just to work it out somehow.
When I know, that your looking the other way,
But I know how I feel now, anyway.
I like the illusion, you keep, drawing me,
Feel like I'm floating away, sometimes.
The way that I feel is so, last century,
I smile, when I remember the good times.
Let me know, let it show, how you really feel,
There's just something, about you.
If I'm playing your game then I'd let you win,
I'd be losing, without you, without you, without you.
Thieves TodayThieves Today9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Thieves these days have not an ounce of technique," said Narn, "There used to be some pride in the work, a bit of skill, and a little ingenuity."
A contemptuous Gorth sneered, slamming down his pitcher of beer violently on the old pine table. "What do ya want us ta say? You asks us When you see a guard, what do you do?' and I says, 'Stab the scoundrel in the back.' What would'ja fancy? Ought we to challenge him a game of checkers?"
"Your ample ambition is only surpassed by your ignorance," Narn sighed. "We aren't mugging some American tourist right off the cruise ship. Although the Glassworkers Guildha
Do you trust me?Do you trust me?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Impersonally I dissect and wreck
And divide up my feelings
Living for the moment
Then overanalyzing the unanalyzable action
Kamikaze attempts at mutual satisfaction
It makes you want to abandon ship
And as I bite my lip
I don't blame you
Each person is a product of choices
Without affections of context
Refunding my attempts to pass the buck
Or at lease donate
Explanations for my fate
As probable options of racial self hate
Or was it melaninal denial
Whether this trial
You cringe in the jury
Assigned your seat by your willingness
Of friendship with a self-discovery
The Problems with No AnswersThe Problems with No Answers9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're told to take it in,
But why ain't anyone questionin'?
It's the media gettin' to your head,
It's the President's cause that's long dead.
The public schools,
Knockin' you around like fools,
We're all equal,
But nobody said this fight was lethal.
It's the fucking popularity, hierarchy,
You're all the same to me.
Why ain't anyone questionin' but me?
You love your sound,
But why does that make you so profound?
Makin' me feel like I'm less,
But it's you that's a mess.
It's the TV,
Making me feel like my hobbies cause HIV,
But I ain't the one tokin,
You're the one who's smokin'
Ain't getting you no where,
But you don't care
Religious AmericaReligious America9 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Religious America. Do you love it? I don't. Something just seems so wrong. The freedom of practicing your religion is dead. Sure, you're free to go to the Church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night, but religion isn't what it was intended to be in America. For the record, I will give you a little background about myself. No, I am not an angst-filled teenager who hates his parents and displays his blood-filled Slipknot shirt with pride. Hell, I shop at Eddie Bauer and Wal-Mart for most of my clothes. I don't denounce religion because that's the trend with kids. Any teen atheist stereotypes are not in my description at all.
satirical magnus opusAndrei, or the modern Candedeesatirical magnus opus9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the house of Ang-helus-escu in Romania there once lived a youth endowed by nature with a great ego and a trace of humor. He combined absolutely no judgment with simplicity of the mind; it was for this reason, I believe, that he was given the name Andrei.
Andrei grew up a pleasant little boy, who did as his mother told him, said his payers before bed and never made a mess in his diapers. Romania was also a pleasant place, where Santa always brought you wanted (except this one time when I wanted a electric reindeer and he didn't bring me one, that wasn't cool.) and you could buy packets of gum from dirty st
Can I Say Sex on the RadioCan I Say Sex on the Radio9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Plain. Simple. It sounds ridiculous right? Of course you should be able to say the word "sex" on the radio. We see softcore displays of sexuality on Cable TV and even network television (thanks Janet Jackson for giving the FCC an incentive to try and censor even more!). Apparently, the FCC thinks the opposite. I'm referring to Howard Stern, and how the FCC is so afraid of him, that they want him off the air. Mr. Stern for 20 years has entertained listeners and revolutionized the format of talk radio. Every idiot you hear doing a morning show on your local station is a spin-off of Stern.
Quite Simply, if you don't like Howard Stern, th
Today: What is it?Today: What is it?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Today?
Building: skyscraper of apartments
The people come and go
Up elevators, down stairs
Heads to the ground
Not watching or caring
When old acquaintances
Or the wounded
Who need their help
Endless Highway: The people drive
On every cement-lined street
In their fast cars
Passing each green and red blur
Trees and flowers
And not able to notice
As lame old women
By drunken priests
Societal Filth: The poor,
Unable to meet society,
Or what our subconscious perceives
To be society,
Are kicked out
And left, barely breathing,
On the streets
To waste and die.
Air: Polluted h
LamentLament9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scars run deep and are forever
It's better to try now than never
Lost love is experience gained
But is it worth the wave of pain?
Optimists say without a doubt
That it's best to let your emotions out
Pessimists say to wait for fate
Because love is not safe in a world filled with hate
Some say the eyes are a window to the soul
When I look into yours, I know my goal
Love is worth the torture and lament
Everything comes clean once you repent.
Get Out Claws.Get Out Claws.9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm still trying to deliver a punch line,
i'm still trying to untangle my insides,
still pretending im living the high life,
low down now feeling so tongue tied.
Still trip, falling out of my mind,
honey tree, ocean bee, suicide smile,
painting your dreams on the clouds in the sky,
you said you would always be mine.
Still planning the perfect crime,
all strung up and hung out to dry,
pushed out the nest without learning to fly,
i'm still shaking from that look in your eyes.
Moments of a MadmanMoments of a Madman9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Your excellency, dinner is served." The man said this in a neutral tone as he and other peons began to set food on the enormous table. When they were finished, one got the sense that the table was on the verge of collapse from the weight of the feast. The meal consisted of nothing but the finest foods and wines available to the world.
All stood at full attention, dawned in their prestigious military uniforms. Their medals sparkled from the light of the crystal chandelier hanging above. They turned simultaneously to the man at the head of the table and saluted.
"You may be seated," the President's voice echoed throughout the palace dining
Silent Hearts, Guilty HeartsSilent Hearts, Guilty Hearts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A serene peacefulness gone. A pristine wasteland. Where once stood trees and brooks lie broken buildings and smouldering ash. The signs of battle still remain here. Aged, rusting tanks amongst the frail remains of corpses that once riddled the streets. Smog hangs permanent as shadows descend once more on what used to be a wonderland. No one walks here any longer. Any sounds of laughter has died away, with all those who made it. Now only silence remains in the moonlight, as stars shroud the darkness. As we all sit back, watching this distructed paradise come to an end. And we all feel nostolgic, try to forget what became of this place. Try to
Hate: Cancer Of The SoulTortured souls wail behind bars of pretend freedom. Their bodies, bent and broken, plaster false smiles to mask their loss of faith. Most will not live to tell their stories of survival. No one will know of their torture. The millions of people, one race, all wiped out. Because of one man`s hatred. All because one man could bnot cope with his own prejudice and greed. All of this murder, this genocide because someone pissed one person off. So when you feel very small and insignificant, remember him. Remember how the course of the world, how history was forever changed, and all because of one man. One person can make so much difference. So let`Hate: Cancer Of The Soul9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This