Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Silent Wandering +Silent Wandering +8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit in the evenings aching
for the gentle ease of our becoming,
knowing time will not always hinder us.
Your absence brings memories of when
we tread softly among snow-capped trees.
The silence didnt seem so hollow then.
I let myself be driven forward,
looking back, I see you there.
My fear drove me apart from you.
Knowing not, how you will answer
my pace slows, to ask your forgiveness;
'Walk with me friend, along the way?
You are my reasonIt's been a year since my heart has beat. I mentioned that, didn't I?You are my reason7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do believe there was a time (possibly before I had this gaping hole in me), when I was capable of love.
The kind of love that burns you all the way down to your core. Like when you drink coffee when it's still too hot.
I think, deep down inside of me,
I've always loved you.
I just didn't know. It was always inside me, like a sleeping bird. Until the moment I met you and then it burst into flight.
Yes, I believe so. I remember it...
It was like...like seeing spring for the first time. And really, seeing it, touching all the delicate petals of the tulips and the flags and breathing in the scent of honeysuckle and lavender...
it was like waking up from a dream and realizing that Auntie Em and Uncle Henry were right there by my bed all along. And knowing that I never had any reason to leave. Kansas was always my home. That's what it was like.
You once said that we would never be without each other, not f
ExcuseIt all started with an innocent, insignificant three-letter acronym. Sunday night, I was curled up in my room on the fourth floor, reading the book we'd been assigned for English class, when I heard the familiar musical beep of my messenger system. Normally, I don't bother checking. I figure that if someone doesn't care enough to take heed of my away sign, then they and their message can just sit and rot. Sunday night however, my mother still hadn't returned from work, and I thought that perhaps she'd attempted to contact me via the internet, rather than weave her way through the tangled web that is her office's phone system. I mean "Press 7 to call the local priest"? Exactly what kind of lawyer do they think she is?Excuse11 years ago in Humor More Like This
But I digress. Having been summoned by the computer's enchanting tones, I stumbled down the two flights of stairs, earning myself a bruised toe as a reward for my haste, and dashed to the computer. I saw on the screen, not my mother's cheerful reminder to brush my teeth, a
ground floor poemground floor poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cut yourself out of cereal boxes, press against guitar strings
that rip your fingertips open - exposed, you choke
on E minors, you cough up plectrums
and words that sound like 'sorry'.
I do not know you well, but I do know you are kind
and inside something pulls on wire, there is something soft
trapped in cogs, new bedsheets or maybe
it's your heart. I bet he said he didn't mean to
make your eyelashes clump together
and your skin feel like a tambourine. Clay is --
a substance that gets harder under intense heat,
this is not an example of chemical weather, just kiln hands
and a girl with silt burnt into her cuticles because too much electric
is trapped, it slams against lazy organs and slips through tubes
Your elbows remind me of tea cups,
something boils between china l
Spotlight GirlSlipped away from the crowdSpotlight Girl7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the show.
Who is that girl
Where does she go?
Living up on the stage,
Everyday is a show,
The spotlight's her only friend
And what does she know?
She's a spotlight girl
All she needs is the stage
Won't speak for herself,
Just reads from the page.
She dances her best,
Hoping to impress.
She covers her doubts
In the prettiest dress.
She lines her lips
In a shade so red
And always takes to heart
What the critics said
She's a spotlight girl
Even when sadness calls,
She'll put on her biggest smile
Until the curtain falls.
Guy all the Hot Girls Want8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'Guy all the Hot Girls Want10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To finally talk to a guy a little hotter than me.
His name is Pardus, he's a DJ with a nipple ring,
He smokes a bowl, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when he walks,
All the leopards roar and the girlies sing.
He doesn't notice me!
Cause he's playin' Halo
Creamin' over raver girls
Listenin' to techno
Turntables in his eyes
It's like a bad movie
He is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the guy all the hot girls want.
He's the guy all the hot girls want!
He likes the BT and I like Reel Big Fish
His cd changer's full of singers who are high as a kite
He says he'd like to score some reefer and a forty
He'll never know that I'm the best that he'll never have
And when he walks,
All the leopards roar and the girlies sing.
He'll never notice me!
Cause he is playin' Halo
Creamin' over raver girls
Listenin' to techno
Turntables in his eyes
He likes 'em with anthro art
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
Water of LifeWater of Life9 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
IslamIslam in generalIslam7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
For The Freaks Freaks, monstrosities, abominations, the ugly people. We're everywhere. We're in your supermarket, we're in your office building, we're on your highway, we're in your religion, we're in your government.For The Freaks6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You think we're creepy? The trichotillomaniacs, the epileptics, the autistics, the geniuses, the retarded, the nail-biters, the pacers, the addicts? The Buddhists, the nihilists, the Satanists? How about the Objectivists, the Confucianists? The artists, the politicians, the anti-social of the world, the geeks, the depressed, the manic? The Communists, the socialists, the capitalists, the anarchists, the rich, the poor, the apathetic? The Mexicans, the Chinese, the British?
We outnumber you. Your pathetic idea of normal is not at all normal to us. We are the variety in humanity, we are the color, we're the shit in your melting pot. Your delusions of being superior, at least average, are just that- delusions. Yo
The meaning of life.. + death?What is the meaning of life?The meaning of life.. + death?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This is a very good question. Many believe that life has no meaning, that it's all a big joke and we should laugh at it. Ha dee ha ha.
Others believe that life has a very deep significance. For example there is a random God and he put us on Earth as a sort of trial rather than us going to Heaven directly.
A few others believe that the meaning of life is 42.
After many years of deep thought and meditation on this subject, I have come to the startling conclusion that all of the above are in fact wrong, ie life is neither a joke nor a trial from God nor 42, but simply a state of being where if one is not dead, one is alive and is therefore living and that's the meaning of life.
However, this line of thought has lead to an even deeper question which is:
What is the meaning of death?
This is a much more difficult question than the meaning of life. One might think it's a state of being where one is not alive and therefore dead, but if you're
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
still in bodies of boys,
there's a tiny hand pulling the trigger.
Killing with guns
when they're still playing with toys,
troops get smaller as conflict gets bigger.
If they don't grow up now,
they won't get the chance,
Virtue's just a victim of circumstance.
Guns at the ready, men,
open fire they cry.
But they'll cry even harder
for an eight year old martyr
knowing somewhere the system has failed,
now the children are learning to die.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 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 all but 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
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,
Sixteen -- Crazy Blues Joe ...some blues hallSixteen -- Crazy Blues Joe ...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in greenwood, ms
holds a blues
crazy blues joe.
some kid decided
to be funny and
dip one of joe's
he ain't never
been the same
but he's still
the best damn
I ever heard.
Americunts, I Am Your KingI fucking hate Americuntry. We started off well, it seems. This country began with the vision for freedom; oh, sure, that was a biased form of freedom, but since then, we've expanded on those freedoms. We can have guns; we can't have guns; no one can take our religion from us. We are here to be free, and to enjoy it. So, I ask only this: why are people using their freedom so poorly?Americunts, I Am Your King6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We exist to fit into others standards. We slave away for a mediocre existence, of mediocre quality, with less-than-mediocre work, and complain about it all our lives. We try to be something we're not, just for attention and superficial delusions of love. The men act like sex addicts, but condemn it the moment they walk into church on Sundays. No, women, you're not fucking special; you dress in flashy clothing, coat yourselves in more make-up than clothing, and always complain us men are 'perverts'. We claim our laws are unbiased and logic, but then use them to fight for the Ten