Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines 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
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers 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,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram 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 soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
IcarusSplendid in the sunIcarus in Free Verse More Like This
I failed to see the wax begin to run
As feathers fell like stars into the sea
And roaring waves reached up and swallowed me.
RaptureHeartbeat chaos, turn my tears to sweat.Rapture in Free Verse More Like This
It's stop jerk motion.
Don't find yourself yet.
Black flame halo.
Burning bloodscream wings.
I don't need a name. Just what the air sings...
Tells me all I need to know...
Sometimes it's enough
To be living fire.
There's something else to be found here...
EpitaphIf my lack is what you grieveEpitaph in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
I'm a Zombie Without YouOne day the day will dawnI'm a Zombie Without You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
Well shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
Theyll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
Well kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know youll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
MonsterI do not want to tear you open.Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I do not want to drain you dry.
I do not want to suck your marrow.
I do not want to feel you die.
I just need to.
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew 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.
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque 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
YouA dance with emotionYou 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 other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who? in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
The Deviating Uniform FabricA minute web of energy vibrates at a high frequency. A frequency so high, that other things made of similar frequencies are not allowed to pass through or collide with or near this web. This web is intertwined in layers billionths of a millimeter, or perhaps smaller. So infinitely small it seems almost as if it were not there, yet it is everywhere and makes up everything. The frequency makes up a pattern, and the patter dictates a polarity, or sequence of polarities. These are known as atoms. These atoms form together to make larger structures, and after a while, like legos, build a structure with it's own unique features.The Deviating Uniform Fabric in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am a walking, breathing, thinking mass of energy known as Chris. I do not know your name, because I wrote this before hand. But you are too, a mass of energy, with a name, a purpose, and some kind of love for something in life. You have your opinions, and I have mine. And as we may vary in thoughts and ideas, our meanings and desires remain the same. We are both hu
Time and how it is perceivedMost people view time on a time scale, normally one that would move from left to right. Like so.Time and how it is perceived in Philosophical More Like This
But time is really not so simple. Our minds cannot really perceive time in it's true form, so we make a medium to recognize it. That is why we have a time line.
Time is really just a dot, rather than a line. A dot that is always changing, it is never, in any one instance, the same.
As you can see, this picture is split up into four quadrants. The first is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 0 seconds.
The second quadrant is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 1 second, and you can see how the circle is both different in shape, size, color, and location.
Thirdly we are at 11 hours, 1 minute, 1 second, and 1 millisecond. Just to show you that time doesn't wait for our constructed "second" to change. It is always changing.
Quadrant 4 just elaborates even more-so on the quantum le
Mirrors RejoiceA drop of honey slowly caresses your lipMirrors Rejoice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the spring light you look so beautiful
We have been friends for a long time
But I know now that I am in love with you
The shade from the tree above
Compliments your delicate face
You talk of your folks and of friends past
But I can't listen when there is poetry going on in your eyes
Love, for years we have shared each other stories
And it is now I see that we are truly the same
With our own differences, surely
But with our similarities running so deep
One could only wonder if we weren't lovers in a past life
I wish I could describe this rush of emotion that fills me
But instead I lean in, interrupting you
A kiss, a simple kiss, to show you how I feel
Alas! My love, you return it with much passion
Lo! how my heart skips and thunders from my chest
I behold you in all of your wondrous beauty
And wonder if heaven is missing an angel.
You should know, now, that I want to be with you always
But the words escape me, so I will tell you with another k
The Ignorant Christian TheoremBefore I get into this, I am going to say that denouncing a religion is one of the most pompous things one can do, and that debating it is as pointless as finding an honest man amongst politicians.The Ignorant Christian Theorem in Philosophical More Like This
With that said, let's continue with my pompous, pointless rant.
Recently, I have stumbled upon many many people, over various websites, who spew forth this creationist Christian theology. A half baked, barely logical theology claiming the Universe is but 6000 years old, and that the power of God created all the wonders in it in that span of time.
If you are a creationist, please hang yourself. I have respect for people who have a healthy theology, a theology that can make some sense, and in other areas where it may not, have some sort of faith. I know people like this, and they are logical and decent people. Then there are these assholes who make museums portraying people riding dinosaurs to try to prove their idea that man one walked with dinosaurs, regardless of the proof that carbon datin
CosmosisWe are the galaxies for which uniform life createdCosmosis in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
unabashed and unbiased through nature we thrive
our ancestry lost through spoken word we live
and oaken throne for all to sit
we stare up into skies and wonder
if wonders were told so eloquently as such
and as ours so beautiful, matching us in the sky
and in the dimensions behind space we search
The being there sits, waits for our contact
knowing one day we will break through
speaking in a universal language
but yet one so eerie to the ear
A step beyond the horizon the colors mend
a glance beyond even horizon where light bends
a pull so great and a mind so clear
Light minstrels dance in a sky so dear
Any yet, where is this one to whom we seek?
Ever eluding and free of form
or free of being, we persuade ourselves
but still we search for him in a never ending crusade.
A circus of light cascades an auroral curtain
against benevolent rays of light bending the nature of sand
and exploding into a super nova of pure awesome power
Extremism MentalityThe extremist mentality has been a way for people to pick sides since the beginning of forever. There has always been a good versus evil portrayed in virtually everything you have seen in the theatres or on tv, or even played in video games. It is always good guys versus bad guys. If the world were this way, truly, then it would be a much more simple place, and we would all know what side we wanted to be on. Unfortunately, the world is not so simple, for in reality, we actually have all kinds of standpoints, be them political, religious, philosophical, or anywhere in between. Then, of those groups we have sub groups, and of those subgroups we have extremists. Every side of everything has extremists, they are just natural, passionate yet irrational people who believe what they believe is right (don't we all?) but have no basis for empirical truths.Extremism Mentality in Philosophical More Like This
I am the kind of guy who can look at both sides of the equation. When a problem is presented, be it verbally or situational, I take all pote
Plutonians v.s. AristotiliansIn the days when philosophers were highly respected, in a time when the Greek empire was vast and still expanding, in a time when people believe in the Gods and Goddesses, there were two philosophers amongst the crowd.Plutonians v.s. Aristotilians in Philosophical More Like This
A man by the name of Plato, and another by the name of Aristotle.
Plato, like mostly every other philosopher, was highly influenced by Socrates and his contributions to the consciousness of mankind. Plato made a chart of sorts, explaining the we are all people split into three parts. In his dialog, Phaedrus, he used a chariot allegory to describe the human soul. This was split into three sections. There was, in a basic sense, Soul, Body, and Desire. Our soul, also known as our mind, was our rationality and logic, our Body dictated our need to eat and to breathe, and our Desire dictated our needs as people, like sex, and enjoyment. He believed that every single thing, like a table for instance, was a representation of a higher form. A higher form of the table. The table i
TRUE Harmony of Rainbow Dash+TRUE Harmony of Rainbow Dash+ in Drama More Like This
Reharmonized/Healing/Recovery Ponies POVs Rainbow Dash II "True Healing"
My Little Pony Friendship is Magic
Audio Adaption: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl2VtrEHX0g
Oh it's -you- guys again! Oh whatever. For three and a half weeks I've flown with lead weights chained all around me that only I can see. Geeze. Since when do I wax philosophy? This is me! Rainbow Dash! I'm brazen, fast and relentless, and proud of it! Since when do I waste time thinking about this deep inner meaning junk?
Maybe that'll stop too once I stop feeling like Rarity chained me to 'Tom!' No you idiot, not the literal stupid rock I mean I've been feeling freakin' heavy since before we beat Discord!!
Look! I put on a SHOW for my friends! After I stabbed them in the back to save a home that I could finally accept as my home again, Discord decided it was a great idea to post a giant version of my mug on a giant floating screen for all of Cloudsdale to see! Followed by telling every Pegasus in that loud obnoxious voi
Discord Ponies POV Series: (part 2) Dark WorldDiscord Ponies POV Series: (part 2) Dark World in Drama More Like This
I collected my notes and prepared for my debriefing with Master. How long did that take?
Days and nights are too unpredictable to be used to keep time. We simply sleep when tired, and do our tasks when we rise. We come when Master calls and leave when we're dismissed. After that, we do whatever we please until we're tired or he calls us again. That is all there needs to be.
LJ stood in line behind me as I stood in Master's cluttered throne room, opposite the big screen TV.
"So, my dearest Twilight Tragedy, what's the newest up-and-up in the kingdom of eternal chaos?"
Master has no actual need for these reports, his eyes and ears are everywhere. After a thousand years or so, everything alive fears and/or hates him. Nearly all know better than to ever disobey him.
"I found the note in my bedroom just where you told me, Master, I burned it without reading it, as per your instructions. I also burned all the time travel spells in the library without memorizing them, they are no threat to yo
Healing Pony POV Series Pearl Necklace Part 1 of 5.Healing Pony POV Series Pearl Necklace Part 1 of 5 in Drama More Like This
. . .
. . . . . .
I blinked. Where was I now? Everything was a big white void. I didn't see anypony else.
I looked down at myself. The claw marks had healed over, though they did leave some recognizable scars. Guess I was going to have to rely on Fluttershy to do the modeling after all. Too bad, all that attention, all those ponies looking at me, it appealed to me, even if it scared 'Shy silly.
Then I noticed, almost passively, that I wasn't quite all there anymore. I was still standing just fine, but one of my wings and part of my hind left leg were turning into little pieces of light before my eyes and floating away, becoming impossible to tell from the white void. It didn't hurt, I don't think I even felt it. I couldn't see my insides where the little bits floated away. Maybe I never had insides, wouldn't surprise me. It was spreading.
Why wasn't I scared? I was dying, wasn't I? Oh right, you had to be alive to die, so it wasn't like I was losing anything by dying in the first pla
Pony POV Series Side Story 'Cruel's Best Pet Pony POV Series Fluttercruel POV May The Best Pet Win Behind The Scenes Side-StoryPony POV Series Side Story 'Cruel's Best Pet in Humor More Like This
Written By lz0291 and Edited By Alex Warlorn and Kendell2
Geeze, first you guys won't shut up about Trixie and now you won't stop asking me questions? Why don't you talk to Purple or Marshmallow? Rude? But when I say it it's with endearment!
Huh? I was the one complaining about her stealing my spotlight? Got me there, fine.
Sigh. So you want to hear about Rainbow getting Tank from my point of view? Whao-kay, just don't bet on a lot of ponies reading this interview! Yeah this took place between getting our trick from Celestia and the festival. Like I said, don't expect many ponies to read this one.
I don't mind the pet outings that much. Surprised? It's mostly cause I like Angel's attitude. I like how he was able to keep 'Shy on track before I came along. So anyway, after the pet fivesome had nearly given Rainbow a heart-attack and Rainbow was given the low down, Fluttersh
Pony POV Dark World/Alicorn Part 35 Healed WorldPony POV Dark World/Alicorn Part 35 Healed World in General Fiction More Like This
Pony POV Series Dark World Alicorn Ascension
My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
By Alex Warlorn
Edited by Louis and Kendell2
It took a lot of convincing to get the world on our side. 'We beat Discord' wasn't enough in and of itself. Libra could have just said we were all forgiven and we would have been as a natural state of the universe, but Rainbow Dash wanted herself to have 'earn' it. Ugh! Did Rainbow forget everything we've been saying about forgiveness being given and not earned?
Libra had to explain to Rainbow Dash, then explain it again using a chalk board, that if Libra forgave herself (not as easy as it sounds) and the rest of us, that it was by definition the world forgiving us.
She was going to use sock puppets next when Luna stepped in and told us to stop confusing redemption with forgiveness, and to worry about the former and let those we'd harmed worry about giving the latter.
Personally, I think Libra was happy to see Rainbow wouldn't j
Healing Pony POV Sapphire ShoresHealing Pony POV Sapphire Shores in General Fiction More Like This
My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
Reharmonized Ponies POV Series
By Kendell2 and Alex Warlorn
Good afternoon ladies and gentlestallions! This is Sapphire Shores coming ta you live from our cap-pit-tal city of Canterlot! How do you do? Fine how are you? How ya come on? Pretty good sure as you're born! I've got the hottest jams and the coolest gems! So get ready for a seeensational explosion!
That's the script for my next tour's opening spiel. Did I write it myself? Of course I did darling, Sapphire Shores ain't nopony's mouthpiece! I'm involved in my concerts choreography and special effects like nopony's business, but it sure is my business sweetie and enough golden records ta make a side of flapjacks says I do it well! Surprised? I just like ta add a personal touch ta my shows.
So what brings you darlings here? Wanna talk about my new single? Or the foal hospital in Canterlot I helped fund? Charity works, gets ya great publicity and great social credit among
Pony POV Alicorn 37 Lighting the Grim DarknessPony POV Alicorn 37 Lighting the Grim Darkness in General Fiction More Like This
Pony POV Series "Light World" Alicorn Ascension
My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
The Alicorn Rises And Begins To Change Fate
By Alex Warlorn
Edited by Louis and Kendell2
The Nightmare that had once been Octavia Pie, now called Nightmare Diva, stood before those listening to her endless music. The original Elements of Harmony had fallen, forcing six emergency replacements to be found and fast. But forcing Harmony, had never been a good idea. The Elements had backfired on the six would-be friends, right after they had been used to truly defeat Discord. The result had been six Nightmares, all at once, being released on Equestria with no Elements of Harmony to stand in their way. They each carved out part of the world for themselves. They retained just enough sense to not attack each when dealing with external threats, and were swift to crush any who stood in the way of their six perfect worlds.
*All will be well.*
Huh? Who was that pony in the audience? She looked so f
Pony POV Series HAPPY CAKE ADVENTUREIt was a bright and sunny day in Ponyville! All the birds were singing, not a cloud in the sky!Pony POV Series HAPPY CAKE ADVENTURE in Horror More Like This
The ponies frolicked left, the ponies frolicked right!
Everyone was quite happy! And there was no trouble in sight!
"Oh dear oh my! There is trouble I do sight!" Shouted Mrs. Cake in quite a fright!
The Cutie Mark Crusaders did come to her aid! For that is what they do! Not blowing stuff up! For that is not what good little ponies do!
"Oh what is your troubles? Please bring them to light!" Ask Sweetie Belle, always so nice!
"My cake! My cake! That I took so long to bake! For goodness sake!"
"Your cake?" Ask Applebloom, always so smart.
"Your cake?" Asked Sweetie, always so nice.
"Your cake?" Asked Scootaloo, always so brave.
"Yes my cake! For goodness sake! The cake I took so long to bake!"
"What is wrong with your cake that you took so long to bake?"
"It's gone! The time to bake it was so long! And now it is gone!"
"That is wrong!" Said Scootaloo, always so brave. "It is wrong for your cake
Healing Pony POV Series Pearl Necklace Part 2 of 5My Little Pony friendship Is MagicHealing Pony POV Series Pearl Necklace Part 2 of 5 in Drama More Like This
Reharmonization Pony POV Series
Episode Title: "Pearl Necklace Part 2 of 5"
By Alex Warlorn
The light faded for the six heroes. All around them was Princess Gaia's throne room, complete with Fluttershy's now ruined tea set and the pony shaped potted plant in the corner.
Twilight shook her head, everything looked the same, including the blood stains, broken stained glass and piles of thrown stone blocks. She could still smell the dried blood and stench of decay, it made her feel sick to her stomach.
Rarity stood up ... finding the Element of Generosity had done wonders again and healed her, her broken bones mended perfectly, her mana reserves restored, the stab wound from her own scissors days before gone.
Right next to her however, Pinkie, Trixie, and AJ were still had deep lacerations and broken bones. So much for truth healing and laughter being the best medicine. Rarity touched her horn to Applejack and said, "In the name of Generosity: Heal." Noth
Pony POV Dark World Pt 32 'That Which Pierces All'Pony POV Dark World Pt 32 'That Which Pierces All' in Drama More Like This
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Pony POV Series
Dark World Part 32 "That Which Pierces All"
By Alex Warlorn
Edited By Kendell2 and Louis
Twilight breathed. With shaking legs she looked at the Nightmare who simply looked back at her with perfect calm.
"What's the matter myself? Scared? No confidence in being in the right?" The Nightmare asked coldly. "How dare Twilight Sparkle not be confident in herself."
"Uh, Half-Light," Apple Pie asked, "Why'd ya stop?"
"Let's get this show on the road darling!" Rarity said.
"Twilight what are you waiting for! Let's blast this beotch! She's got nothin'!" Rainbow Dash shouted.
"We're ready to be defeated now ladies! Fire when ready!" Nightmare Granfalloon quickly popped out to put a big target on Nightmare Eclipse's chest.
"They're asking for it," Spike said flaming coming form his nostrils.
"Twilight! Is bad-Alicorn-you inside your head again?!" Minty asked fearfully.
Twilight's emotionless voice reminded them
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved 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. 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.
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough 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.
Argenta TrigintaChristian threats so betray their idol, the fact they're ubiquitous entertains me. So often I witness such christian love from each OneTrueChristian as:Argenta Triginta in Philosophical More Like This
Burn in hell
I will kill you
God hates you
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope your family/friend/pet/other dies/is hurt/is mangled/other
You should have never been born
I hate you
Hate me? What do you know about me? That I think differently? That I think? That I want people to question certainty? That I find religion dangerous? That I find religion delusional? I don't even intend deconversion, that's a personal choice. Rationalism is a vital choice, I demand rationality. If someone deconverts, more power to them; I'll be the first to congratulate, though it is not my primary goal, a secure life is. Things people think I, and those like me, am, which I, we, are not:
Nihilist (I'm not, I promise)
Communist (in practice)
Nazi (which, to me, is odd)
Lonely (no more than anyo
Cognitive DissonanceFreedom of speech; censorshipCognitive Dissonance in Free Verse More Like This
Murder is wrong; kill the infidels
All people should be equal; it ruins the sanctity of marriage
I am the one true god; I am the one true god
I am the one true god; I am the one true god
Love your neighbor; he who does not believe is without excuse
God created all, God is good; there is evil
Uniqueness; hellfire to the deviant
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; In God We Trust
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; Under God
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; this is a Christian nation
Selective KnowingMy eyes are shut wide, I see my truth.Selective Knowing in Free Verse More Like This
My ears are insulated, I hear my answers.
Your facts are wrong, because I disagree.
Your logic is flawed, it conflicts with mine.
I do not recall saying that, you are a liar.
I am correct, because I agree.
I am right, because it helps me.
The laws don't apply, for I don't agree.
The only thing that matters is what I believe.
Education for AllFor 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 All in Editorial More Like This
There are numerous learning style inventories one can take, and numerous outcomes on each inventory. One standardized format could be presented, and from there teaching could be designed around the result of each student. With that, since independence is a commonly respected ideal, electives should be more common, as mandatory classes tend to bog down the system, and sometimes hurt the students who hold minimal interest in the subject. That is not to say that basic clas
Gambling His Life AwayI'm Gus,Gambling His Life Away in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday I brought my teeth into the neck of another, like me
She didn't have a chance, her body was worn out from over breeding, her teeth pulled out
I did it out of mercy as she whined a painful thank you release
Just two years ago life was good, my kid, I think his name was Jake,
Let me out for an afternoon run,
Next thing I know I'm in this pit, just trying to survive,
To pad the pockets of some person who doesn't care about me,
Doesn't feed me, doesn't value me,
Doesn't value life,
Tomorrow I'll be tossed in the garbage, like she was yesterday,
With her, unborn litter they didn't realize she had.
I miss you Jake.
WarzoneTons of machinery making paths where they chooseWarzone in Free Verse More Like This
Or where they're told
Starving children left out in the cold
Fires consuming homes of the innocent.
Over totally unrelated provoking incidents
Gunfire taking down men, women, children, indiscriminatly.
Starvation, intimidation, "salvation," poor sanitation
Isolation, conflagration, incarceration, death.
Good, honest people, trying to live life,
Under constant fear of whether or not they will get to see their homes again
Their husbands, wives, children again.
Deemed infidels, marked for death, on the basis of a cult demanding respect
Threats made in the names of gods.
No true foundation for their discrimination.
Locations destroyed, waste filling the streets.
While those on their 'mission' just pass it by,
Any chance of assistance completely denied
Ignorance, arrogance, militants, dissonance,
"Reverence," consequence, vagrants, and fear.
Yet those in charge don't shed a tear,
Calls for help, yet no one hears
Until the day they disappear.
Fair TradeI'm starving, my last meal was last Saturday.Fair Trade in Free Verse More Like This
I'm freezing, all I have is half a meter of cloth for a blanket.
I'm eight years old.
I have seven teeth, three black, one cracked.
I am almost legally blind, that's why I only have nine fingers.
Ten cents an hour, I work to help feed my family, my mother has AIDS, my father died of an impacted wisdom tooth.
My little brother, four, has Down Syndrome.
My older sister is missing a leg from an accident that seasons your cup of coffee.
And that shirt you're wearing? Under the black dye, is the blood from my now missing finger.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could 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
With The WorldLaughWith The World in Open More Like This
And the world laughs with you
And the world passes you by
Lies To MyselfAs I'm watching the screenLies To Myself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something wells up within my chest
I see the words
The thoughts in my head
They lie to me
To the world
I wish to destroy them
To rid myself of them
The urge swells through me
To raise my fist
To blot these evils from existence
Some sense of sanity presses on my mind
I'd left for a moment
But once again
I'm back within myself
For the moment I leave
And never return
Don't Try To ForgetI've noticedDon't Try To Forget in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm slowly trying to forget her
But I don't want to
I want to remember the way she smiled
The way she laughed
And the times we had
I want to remember the way she looked at me
The way she held me
And the kiss she gave me
I want to remember the way she loved me
Shades Of GrayLookingShades Of Gray in Free Verse More Like This
Through these eyes
A little darker
A deeper shade of gray
Shines on slowly
And the complexion
Of my reflection
This World Is -Eternal Rest-I don't really knowThis World Is -Eternal Rest- in Free Verse More Like This
What this world is coming to
And I suppose
There isn't much that we can do
But live our lives
How we know best
So as we release our final breath
To lay and dream
In eternal rest
Our hearts beat slow
Within our chests
That I Might See You SoonerAnother puffThat I Might See You Sooner in Free Verse More Like This
I know that fag
But I don't mind a bit
Take a hit
Pass and spit
I'm killing myself slowly
With gray smoke so unholy
Closer God I am to thee
Closer dear you are to me
Bad Start, Bad End :Repeat:I don't think time will ever mendBad Start, Bad End :Repeat: in Free Verse More Like This
For my own thoughts tear and rend
At the wounds in my soul
Of her untimely end
Every cherished thought
Is another bad start
The one playing over
And over again in my heart
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMust I Hide Everything? 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
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 Freaks 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
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 King 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
What About Darfur? Two years ago, all of the conflicts in Darfur mattered. The news couldn't shut up about it, teachers were trying to inform us about it, there was political action that wasn't being taken, and there were protests on what people viewed as being a subject no one cared enough about to fix. I actually started to think that maybe, just maybe, humanists might exist, somewhere in Americuntry.What About Darfur? in Editorial More Like This
Now look at where we are. When was the last time you heard a self-proclaimed humanist talking about how they want to stop the Janjaweed? I can't remember; not in awhile, really. You'd think, with the increased certainty that troops will be withdrawn from the Middle East, people would be suggesting we go into Africa and kick ass, Americunty style. I can see why we wouldn't, but has anyone made any suggestions for it? Nope. Nothing. It's fucking silent. More than 450,000 people have been killed since the problems began in 2003, and what do people care about? Jessica Simps
Masculinity Is BullshitI don't need a gun, I don't need muscles, I don't need height. I don't need girls, I don't need sex, I don't need cars, and I definitely don't need sports. I'll shit on your twisted idea of gender roles, and then grow a vagina, for fuck's sakes. Why? Because you all disgust me.Masculinity Is Bullshit in Philosophical More Like This
Let me get this straight (haha, yeah, bad pun): you want me to act, talk and think like a hormone-driven, brawn-over-brains, conformist Americunt, who pretends to prefer pussy over breathing. If I don't, you will laugh at me, say I'm weird, kick me out of your little social clubs, and try to discredit me.
What the fuck? I thought you were all nice people! Consideirng how most of my acquaintances are Christian, this works perfectly: you're all going to Hell.
I don't need your stupid rules. Being a man has nothing to do with pretending to fuck everything and being devoid thought AND emotion. It's what is between your legs. That's fucking it. I'm not
The Glass Is Half...The problem of optimism-pessimism is an overrated one. [Note to self: Find better opening lines. These are really getting stale.]The Glass Is Half... in Philosophical More Like This
Dear Reader, I'm certain you've encountered at least one argument on the subject. It can be summed up like this...
Optimist: You're too depressing!
Pessimist: You're too naive!
Both: I GUESS WE'RE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!
So, I made that last bit up, but the first two statements describe all the ignorance present in a similar situation. Very seldom will someone consider freedom from this bideal. [Now, that word's a zinger! Bidea! Bi- for two, -ideal for concept... Bipartisan bullshit!] Similarly, looking at these opposing absolutes from the outside is never considered. At this point, I wouldn't even venture far enough to say that people truly understand the other half of the bideal.
It should be incredibly simple: Both are wrong.
The glass is neither half full, nor is it half empty; it is simply half. If you are in the process of dirnking it, then it is half emp
Dear God:Dear God:Dear God: in Philosophical More Like This
Why do you tell your followers to hate me?
Why don't you like gays?
Why don't you like science?
Why can't or won't you destroy Satan?
How come we can only receive your love if we fellate you?
If there's only one of you, what's the trinity?
How come you can't literally show up to me, like you did with Paul and Jesus, and instead rely on an imperfect book to relay your maybe-existence?
Why am I being punished for Adam and Eve's sins?
Why can't I be God?
Why do you hate everyone who doesn't love the you presented in the bible?
-America's new niggers
Notre Dame, Please Keep QuietNotre Dame University students are complaining about Obama's planned speech there, and his awarding of an honorary degree from Notre Dame.Notre Dame, Please Keep Quiet in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I think the kids need to shut the fuck up.
Their entire problem is that Obama isn't strictly against abortion. They feel that, because Notre Dame has Catholic roots, he should be banned from campus, or some stupid shit like that.
This sort of binary ideological war is exactly why Americans can never agree on anything. The moment someone says something that doesn't match your personal morality, this other person is automatically branded a heretic, and so annoying more that they say should be ignored.
But the very job of the president is to maintain America, so that freedom can be had for its citizens. This means that someone would have a choice to get an abortion- it isn't the president's job to declare that abortion is wrong, and it is instead his job to make sure we don't get invaded by Commies.
Confusing ideological preference for political grande
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 So 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 not want God to exist. Yes, I know, that's very contradictory wording.
In some cases, yes, this is very true. I still haven't found a religion that proposes a wholly good God, and so I would not want any of their models to exist. I'm not going to force myself to believe in the Invisible Pink Jesus, or the Fallen Spaghetti Angel.
Still, let's just say
Bipartisan Torturehttp://www.foxnews.com/politics/first100days/2009/04/24/possible-interrogation-probe-dashes-hopes-bipartisanship-obama/Bipartisan Torture in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Summary; quoted from the first two paragraphs: Mark your calendar: April 21, 2009. That's when the Era of Bipartisanship died.
That's what some Republicans suggested after President Obama opened the possibility of a congressional investigation and prosecution of Justice Department lawyers who authorized "enhanced" interrogation techniques on terror suspects during the Bush administration.
This article, of course, is provided by FAUX News. The idiocy present is the norm for FAUX, so for those familiar with FAUX News' fearmongering tactics, you can just agree with me and move on. Unless you're Republicans and some Democrats oppose reconciliation because it would prevent a long debate on what they consider complex issues. because I need you all to understand this.
Bipartisan politics survive in Americuntry because of consiste
Man's HuntMan's Hunt in Free Verse More Like This
Run! Run! Though the snow!
Man is behind me,
Run! Run! How fast can I go!
I cannot let him catch me,
Faster! Faster! Over the ground!
He cocks his deadly stick,
No! No! Quicker I must bound!
From behind I hear a click,
The world around me tears apart,
I slide across the iced up lake,
I feel the bullet slice to my heart.
Pain! Oh the Pain! I have failed!
Man, greedy, selfish, stupid man.
He has won. He has unjustly killed.
But I must be the one to pay the price,
I will be the one to die.
A Moment of your TimeWould that I would write a poem for youA Moment of your Time in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not to be read more than once
Not to provide much more than amusement
Not to take but a moment of your time
Would that I sing a song for you
If only for your ears
If only for my heart
If only there were more
Would that I paint for you a picture
Not to put it in a frame
Not to put it under glass
Not to put me on a shelf
I'm only a moment of your time
Dark LightScreams, so many screams. Red everywhere, coating blurry figures. So still. They all lie so still. Gunshots in the background. So loud, they are close now. No time. So much yelling! So much pain! Hands, they are wet, what is it? Wet with blood. So many screams!Dark Light in Science Fiction More Like This
Her choked scream woke her from the throws of the nightmare. She shot to her feet; leaping from the mattress out of instinct, reacting without thought to a perceived threat. Slowly she came to her senses.
A dream. That was all. They were rare for her. She sank back to her fold out wall mattress resting her face in her hands. Her skin was cold, covered in perspiration. Opening her eyes she peered through her fingers at the opposite white wall of her cell. She must have drifted off or it was a gap in her memory.
She had plenty of those. The farthest back she could remember was hazy and obscure, but she was certain it had been in this place. Why was she here? She couldnt say exactly. She didn
Dark Light 1.2Since that day of resuscitation shed long since stopped struggling. Outwardly anyway, inside she seethed with resentment and hatred at the captors stealing away her life, but she could do nothing, there was no point. She would submit as they pressed her to the mattress and strapped her down, as that vile liquid entered her veins. She would not resist against the pull of the drug as they watched her slowly drift out of consciousness. What reason did she have? She knew there must be a world beyond all this, but it was beyond her grasp here, still, even in the absence of hope a dark creature dwelling in the deepest parts of her would rage resiliently. Hours of oblivion would pass; often she would feel the sensation of having missed days. A few times, longer periods of time, weeks or even possibly months, she never could tell exactly, time was nonexistent here.Dark Light 1.2 in Science Fiction More Like This
She would often wake in a state of constant nausea, with stiff and sore muscles, weak almost beyond movement, or in staggeri
Trying to Let GoYou came up on me so suddenlyTrying to Let Go in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I fell so hard
And I kept falling
After every hello
What was I waiting for?
Cause it's a long way to go.
So tell it to my heart
So different from my head
I've gotta let you go
I've just gotta let you go
I went on a backward climb
Up past my shoulders
Way over my head
But you were already gone.
Too late, too soon, so far away
What's the difference to you?
So tell it to my heart
So different from my head
I've gotta let you know
I've gotta let you go
Just one thought at a time
Just one breath at a time
So tell it to my heart
So different from my head
I've gotta let you go
I've gotta let you go
So tell it to my heart
So different from my head
I've just gotta let you know
I've gotta let you go
Don't make me…
Gotta let you go…
ExpressionsExpressions in Free Verse More Like This
I need some one to talk to
As I stand here hands tied behind my back
and a knife pressed to my neck
I hold my breath to keep the tears from falling
Can I hold it forever now?
I need some one to talk to
Some one to share my fears.
Some one to lesson the pain that's in my head.
I hold my breath to keep the tears from falling
Can I hold it forever now?
I need some one to hold me,
I need some one to trust.
Is there no one here?
I stand here now in a crowded room of shadows
All of whom I fear,
Running and screaming from unseen horrors
No one knows I see.
I am falling deep to the pit of the darkness
Darkness hides my light
Seething I'm crying out to the night
I stand here now in a room full of shadows
Does no one hear my screams?
Ungraspable light flitting through the shadows
That my hands just cannot catch
Running from a past that always seems to catch me
Where can I hide?
From the nights I wake up screaming
Plagued by dreams that I cannot stop
Who now will help me? Who now will save me?
Western HaikuWestern Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
First-chair violin, playing Canon in D,
Stabs ear drum and violates a masochistic
I rewind, turn up the volume, and tremble
Will there come a time when books of paper are
Completely replaced by electronic plagiarisms?
"No," my boss tells me. But when he grew up,
He didn't have a Kindle or a wi-fi laptop to read
Under the blankets
With a flashlight
After lights-out time.
Coca-cola has appropriated the flavor of vanilla.
It's delicious, cool, and fizzy, and would have been
An aneurism of genius had it not been done
Fifty years ago in drug store soda fountains
And promptly forgotten
Like young George Bailey.
Will I ever find true love?
Never doubt it.
Dying Changes EverythingClouds and pearly gates,Dying Changes Everything in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I dream of sailing
into the west.
Keep It CoolKeep It Cool in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All you swingaz out there
Gotta keep yo'selves alive
Wit' a tiny twist 'a lemon
An' a healthy dose 'a jive.
Keep it cool, daddy-o,
And you can't stop the beat.
Keep it way past cool,
To the tip of the Top Hat.
Biddley-dee da doo-bop,
Zah, da zwee da zoo-bop.
ba, da'dn doo-bop.
Keep it cool, hip cat,
When ya bring yo scat to bat.
Knock it clear out the park,
To the tip of the Top Hat.
The Grey KingThe Grey King in Free Verse More Like This
I rarely look up to notice the sky anymore.
I see nothing outside the frame of my windshield.
The ignorant thunderclouds snapped me back to attention,
Their bony fingers point the way,
Making me see myself in the grave
Marked Eben-ezer, Rock of Help.
Cornerstone for worms, you are.
Palms sweating, I reach for a small sip of
Fizzy lifting drink. Small comfort, fat chance.
I look like the change of life.
Dorian Greys family portrait.
I dont look like that in my minds eye.
First Act, Violin Dirge
I laid my youth and verve to rest today.
It played a Capriol so bitter-suite
as if protesting the lock on its case.
Rosin cannot keep it company while
its term comes to an end, buried alive,
knowing nothing but the gathering of
dust in the recesses of my closet.
Second Act, The Grey King
Driving along the continent divide,
I happened on a strange phenomenon.
The Grey King of
Drowning a RatI met my first rat in São Paulo, Brazil,Drowning a Rat in Free Verse More Like This
in the winter when the heat
doesn't engorge your somnia all night long
waiting for your turn to feel the oscillating
fan for a few seconds. No, winter is the time
when you soak a small bowl
of flour in alcohol to burn all night,
for central heating in Brazil is more ridiculous
than Goncalvo Braga da Silva's jokes that
gently skirt humor without bedding it down.
But the rat. He was hiding in the kitchen,
active late at night as was his custom,
and the guys and I tried to flush him out
from behind the butane tank we used for cooking
with broom handles and other weapons
that made us feel safe from the lone rodent.
He made a desperate bid for freedom past
our tree-trunk legs (we jumped, I admit, fearful of
bubonic plague and sharp teeth made for gnawing)
and climbed the stairs with hops, flips, and jumps,
as was his custom. When he was finally imprisoned
underneath an overturned wastebasket, we resisted
the urge to poke him with chopsticks left
colour blind.She saw him at the park once. He was the colour of dirt; with bird eyes and white, mapped palms. Her little forehead lined as she felt the bile force its way up until her saliva was acid. She counted her toes and bit the inside of her cheek, should she run? Are they fast runners? She figured this one must be if he kept himself out of jail. The dark man flashed a mouthful of pebbles and held out his hand- which would have swallowed hers.colour blind. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'Don't touch me.'
Her hands were all knuckles and her baby eyes tore into his. He faltered and stepped away, a half mouthed sorry. He looked upset, a grin spread like fire between her dimples.
Suddenly she imagined force-feeding him barbed wire and then tearing it back out- the way a clown pulls coloured cloth from his sleeve. She imagined tying the left of his limbs to a heavy tree trunk and the right to a truck. Dragging and pulling until his joints sang high with dislocation and his arms snapped like twigs. The way she likes the crackle of dea
dear diary, today i diedshe's a ghost of a girl in the mirror. dark hair tangles like weeds below her shoulders and cuts at grey eyes. harsh shadows don't leave her with a skeleton like she sometimes hopes, but she feels it in her mind. feels the sharp edges and the trembled fragility, the silent cry for another's flesh and that outward plea of don't break me. cold fingers make love to cold glass while the sky cries over and over for sun.dear diary, today i died in Biography & Memoir More Like This
this afternoon death made to kiss her lips but missed. he'd come so close she now knows what nothing doesn't feel like and she cannot fear it. it's a blankness so removed from consciousness she cannot reach it with thought- but she had drowned in it and forever the extent of nothingness will stay with her. she shivers. she is wet, she is cold, but she breathes. hear her breathe, louder now than the wind outside.
the rain had witnessed them; two friends walking beneath an vast umbrella. legs bare and teeth bare in laughter. the rainclouds had swollen with envy, coughin
why didn't you say goodbye?Love wasnt in the air the night you unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my skin. No, love definitely wasnt in the air the night we spent in heat of moments, sweating and tumbling and fumbling on your fathers bed.why didn't you say goodbye? in General More Like This
It was anywhere but there. Does love go on vacation? I ponder and make fleshy butterflies from my outstretched fingers. Probably.
I cant remember much but I can remember the beginning. The burn of acid bleeding and gushing past my tongue and down my throat. The noises and then your silence. The clumsiness and then the awkward kisses.
You had a garden of dark hair growing from your scalp and dirt eyes. You had a protruding belly button and clown feet. You smelt like my grandfather in his coffin.
You didnt ask me if you could take my virginity. You just assumed I wouldnt mind giving it to you. I always wonder where you put it, if you take good care of it and how it is doing. I imagine you put it in a shiny jar with a sticky label reading Lore
asthmashe smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too.asthma in Short Stories More Like This
she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her.
the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigarettes beneath the sink, but she just bought new ones and hid them better. she had her head down in the pillow, coughing, coughing until she coughed up sticky blood. i cried for her and she told me to stop being such a pussy. i told her i loved her and she drew another cigarette. kissing it ways she'd never kiss me.
some nights i sleep over hers. her father doesn't mind, he
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before in Biography & Memoir More Like This
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and there's no time to change. my chest is flat and my shirt doesn't cover my belly button but i don't really mind, you know, it's brown and flat like stretches of australia my father used to talk about. that's me; land.
the air is the kind of cool it only ever is at nighttime. not winter, no that's a different kind. you can tell by the night-y smell and the
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer 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
LifeismsLifeismsLifeisms in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Life is learning to speak with you mouth shut.
Life is learning how to defy gravity.
Life is walking through the drive through and running up the down escalator
Life is trying to laugh while crying and choking on tears
Life is laughing at everything, no matter how stupid
Life is expecting the unexpected
Life is horrible for a perfectionist
Life is public humiliation for the world to see
Life is a romantic comedy with a tragic yet predictable ending
Life is not fair is a redundant statement
Life is destroying the old reality and making your own
Life is faith
Life is fighting for what you believe in
Life is your own story, write it as you will
Life is the past and the past is the future
Life is preparing for the suicide self-inflected by living.
Life is saving the world even if its only in a video game.
Life is forgiving your worst enemy.
RememberRememberRemember in Free Verse More Like This
Ive found my greatest fear
Its being forgotten
No, not like meeting someone for one minute and
Being afraid they wont remember me later
Its not being remembered at all
Im afraid of not existing
I dont want to be just ash and dust
No way Ill make history
Can the common person be known?
I dont want to be famous
But can you receive one
Without the other?
Can I be a shadow
With something that lasts?
No, I dont want light
Lime colored, spotted, or other wise
I want to show someone
How it was
Finding my life story
I guess its a common fear
A selfish fear
But I want to be
For this fear
I scream out in silence (though nobody hears)
And hope that the echoes reach somebodys ears
[Dont forget me]
Dear Aristocrat_I'm Back_Dear AristocratDear Aristocrat_I'm Back_ in Free Verse More Like This
So the Slum Rat
I guess I have to say this
Or else neither of us will
Though Im sure you know,
Im the one who needs to
open my eyes
And close my mouth
(Dont worry about my ears
If they werent open,
How would I respond to
I dont know why Im
Writing this way
A real letter would be
Doubt youll read this
Or write back
Sometimes I wonder why you
Stand me, Aristocrat
Sure, you tell me Im
The Best (a lot)
But you shouldnt
(You know why)
I hate to say this,
But were the
Same end of
Not smart to put together
Im surprised you dont
Get rid of me
Send me away
Forget about everything
Not because its an
Youd just get some
Quiet, for once.
(Seriously, how do you stand me?)
I wish things were
I dont know where
My tongue got so sharp.
I have to be honest.
I cannot change.
What I am
Is all I am
Same goes for y