I Wanna Be A Real Punk RockerI Wanna Be A Real Punk Rocker11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna be a real punk rocker
I wanna learn my history
I wanna know every song by the Ramones
I wanna hate emo
And all that corporate shit
I wanna be sedated
Then I wanna get a mohawk
I wanna kill Avril Lavigne
I\'m looking at Good Charlotte next
I wanna wear my tattered Chucks
With my NOFX tee and tattoos
I wanna hate the government
For reasons I don\'t get
I wanna play bass guitar
And sing somewhat off-key
I wanna be a real punk rocker
But, hey, that\'s just me
Perils of Being PuNk RaWk(Tiffany, 15, a former cheerleader is hanging out in the cafeteria talking to her friend about how much she has changed in the past year.)Perils of Being PuNk RaWk7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Omigod, like, I can't believe I used to be all preppy and cheerleaderish and stuff. I
mean, that life was like so totally boring. Short skirts, parties, hot clothes, even hotter jocks yawn! Like, so totally, like boring! But that's not me anymore! I was up late watching MTV and I saw a Good Charlotte video and as soon as I laid eyes on those totally sexy twins in the band, I felt a whole other feeling come over me I was, like, saved! I don't know how to explain it but, like, it made me want to change my ways and STAND OUT among the crowd! The next video was Ashlee Simpson and that made me realize what I truly am a hardcore punk rocker!!
Pfft, I'm so done with cheerleading Don't you get it, Staci? I've changed! I've discovered my new self! I threw out my entire closet and got me some hotum, new hardcore clothes! Ooh, look at my new Converse s
Being Straight EdgedBeing Straight Edged10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Straight Edge. It isn't about some 90 degree angle on a piece of paper. It's about being a man of self pride and dignity. It derived from the Punk era in the 80's over in Washington D.C. Let's put something in perspective view. "I'm a 16 year old kid from London. I hang around with my friends, smoke drugs. Drink on weekends till I'm legless. And I'm an avid smoker. What does that make me? It makes me a weakling." Now "I'm a skin-head punk from Washington D.C. I want to go see my favourite band Minor Threat. They're playing at Washington club. I see some little kid with an X on his hand, that means he can't be served at the pub because he's underage. I'm Straight Edge though. I don't drink. I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. I want to wear that X on my hand.". Now you know where the sXe expression comes from, that's what I'll use from know on.
Straight Edge is all about staying away from the things that do your body harm. You won't do drugs, you won't smoke and you won't drink yourself to
BARIS MANCO ILE BIR ANI..BARIS MANCO ILE BIR ANI..7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Barış Manço Fransa'da bir televizyon kanalının canlı yayınına konuktur... Küstah bir sunucu vardır ve Barış Manço ile dalga geçmektedir...
Sürekli, "İşte Türk, yani barbar, vahşi vs..." demektedir...
Barış Manço daha fazla dayanamaz ve sunucuya "yanınızda kâğıt para var mı?" diye sorar! Bu soruya sunucu şaşırır ve "evet var ama n'olacak" der...
Barış Manço ısrar edince sunucu cebindeki kâğıt paraları çıkartır... Bu olaydan az önce Barış Manço canlı yayında "Anahtar" adlı şarkısını söylemiştir... Bu şarkının bir bölümü şöyledir:
"Beş Akif- bir Saat Kulesi, iki Kule-bir Fatih, beş Fatih-bir Mevlana, İki Mevlana-bir Sinan"... (Barış Manço / Anahtar şarkısı / Darısı Başınıza >Albümü / 1992)
AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!Anarchy10 years ago in Open More Like This
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...7 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
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines5 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
Columbine"Do you believe in God?"Columbine5 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The gun was set against my temple. My heart was beating quickly, pounding like a caged bird against my ribcage, and I could feel the perspiration rolling down my back and sticking my hair to my neck. Blood was leaking steadily from the wound in my leg, coating my hands as I tried to apply pressure. I looked up into the dark eyes of the boy asking me the question.
I had been so kind to this boy. I'd smiled at him just yesterday and said good morning. He'd nodded and reciprocated the smile. We were practically friends by Columbine standards. I looked to the boy standing beside him and frowned. I was also kind to him. I didn't get it. Why were they doing this? Why were they hurting us when we'd done nothing to them? I'd only ever been nice, but maybe that was the problem.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Richard. He was sitting against the building, his hands locked in prayer. His lips moved swiftly and I could tell he was sending one last message u
I am just a childHi I am only 7 years oldI am just a child4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Listen to my story that needs to be told
I was alone before I was sold
My heart is so empty it's very cold
One day I was walking around
The next thing I know my face was to the ground
A gun behind me and my hands are bound
My mouth is taped I can't make a sound
A few weeks later I was sold to a man with a beard
This is something I have always feared
I can see all the children that have appeared
My hope is gone, so I just sneered
They teach us what to think and how to kill
In gods name all the blood we must spill
Its our holy destiny that we must all fulfill
My heart and mind tell me this is my last will
Time has come they put me in the marketplace
I wish they could all see my tear filled face
If I don't do this I will be a disgrace
My body explodes I hope I'm in gods grace
It's The PsychosisIt's the psychosis,It's The Psychosis7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes me say these
strange and wonderful
things to you, in the dark
or upon bridges,
to keep you from falling.
The rocks just don't
appear to be safe,
says he, can't you see him?
The little man on my shoulder?
But, it's the psychosis
that keeps afflicting me.
I'll use that as my crutch,
as my savior.
Trouble flees, and trouble
swarms in the same instance.
But, I'm rambling again.
The psychosis keeps the
and you don't hurt yourself
as much... the cuts aren't so
Hadn't a scar in two weeks.
I love you, love you...
I'm sorry, thats the
can't remember if it always was,
but thats the psychosis talking.
Can't understand if it'll go away.
Don't think so,
Don't think it'll go
RejectedRejected10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can anyone hear me?
Does anyone see me?
Why do you treat me this way.
I am feeling rejected,
Or is it because i am?
What did i do,
to deserve this pain?
And why do i continue to try?
Why won't everyone just die?
So i can lie without this pain.
Spinning around all day.
Trying to figure out who did what
and why am i so rejected.
leave me this way.
so that i can kill myself one day.
and no one will care for me as i lay,
dead in the grave.
This is not what i want.
So will someone tell me why i am
I just want to know whats going on.
and what did i do to make me invisible to you.
I can see that I'm not wanted.
I can see that I'm rejected.
But for doing what?
How can you leave someone this way?
sad and confused.
Wanting to know how they,
can make it up to you.
But you cant see,
past there happy face,
and into there bloody crying soul.
Where only they know,
how they feel,
and all there questions they want to know.
So for now I say goodby
The CPDA's ManifestoThe CPDA's Manifesto10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Communism In Life: A Short Manifesto
1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralization of credit in the banks of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal obligation of all to work. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of all the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the populace over the country.
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?5 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed3 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.
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer5 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
With This Knife..and with this knifeWith This Knife9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i'll cut my heart out
because i'm hating this life
a little more each day
..you're not the person i used to know
you're no longer there to hold me up
i'm drowning in confusion with nowhere to go
and for that, i'm scared...
the old everynight calls are now occasional conversations
so i fall asleep every night with the same thing on my mind
"is there any way to alter this situation?"
but, a bad feeling is telling me the answer is "no"
you won't talk to me like the old times
or even be here just to see
you havent even thought to ask if im fine
or maybe you just dont care..
and when you become blind to who you used to be
You start completely changing your plan
You begin by showing me someone I dont wanna see
and with that said, i can not stand..
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved5 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
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque5 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
She Will Not Be Lovedhalf moon eyes, a shaded color of dawnShe Will Not Be Loved5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pale blue lips
she will not be loved
hair that shines with all the colors of autumn
and skin as translucent as amber
she will not be loved
red nail polished toes
she will not be loved
lovely baby sing for me
your voice is so beautiful
she will not be loved
i wont forget her when shes gone
she has that affect on people
they always desire her attention
she will not be loved
she walks in strides of confidence
how i wish i could be her
so beautiful that it blinds you, like the sun's rays, if you stare too long
she will not be loved
jealousy and envy follows in her shadows
but its not like she notices
she doesnt even see someone as invisible as me
she will not be loved.
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.5 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,
ForgottenCant stop pacing,Forgotten5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mind keeps racing,
Fingers tracing over,
Short and long.
Cant stop imagining,
What could have happened,
Whats probably happened,
The worst that could be,
But never once,
What likely is.
So little known,
A date and probable time,
Almost no time has really passed,
But it seems longer,
And I wonder.
Cant stop pacing,
Mind keeps racing,
Thoughts tracing over,
What happens all the time,
And I cant honestly help but wonder,
Have I been forgotten?
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.5 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.
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 Freaks5 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