The Hunger Games: Accidental Statement of Protest?More Like This
The Hunger Games: An Accidental Statement of Protest?
Catching fire by Kris-Kamikakushi
In Bangkok, Thailand, students are being arrested for raising their hands in the air to flash Katniss’ three–finger “freedom” salute.
That’s right, the Katniss who’s the fictional heroine of the popular dystopian sci–fi “Hunger Games” movie series. The world has changed over the last few decades in a very big way, but some are apparently unaware of it or undisturbed by the stunning ramifications.
The Pains of Modern TimesPrompt: Modern painsMore Like This
A broken world limps around the sun,
In the face of hard times.
A withering world limps around the sun,
Is there no end?
Shot for his race,
“Hands Up! Don’t shoot!”
Shot for his proud pen,
“Je Suis Charlie!”
Murdered for nothing at all,
Chocked by those who serve and protect,
“I can’t breathe.”
Shot for her beliefs,
“I believe in the power of the voice of woman.”
Where has it all gone wrong?
For the people are dying,
And the world should be crying,
When people are killed,
For being nothing more than who they are.
The artists are crying for Charlie,
African Americans are crying for Michael,
And Eric too,
But what a shock that was.
The world is shaking to its core,
What will happen next?
Who will face impending death?
For doing no harm?
For committing no crime?
Except for being bl
Ranger of the North--Chapter 2--Urgent BusinessMore Like This
The ranger’s face was hidden beneath the deep cowl of his hood. His body was totally, completely still, absorbing the sunlight, listening to the whispers of the wind that billowed around his body, ruffling his ebon black hair. The archer raised his face to the sun, drawing it in and the faintest of smiles touched his lips. It had been so long since he had been able to do this. It had been six years since he went on his last quest. Six long, tranquil years that he has spent with no one but his family. And it has been the best six years of his life.
He heard the faintest crack of a brush nearby and his arm flicked up, his fingers drawing the arrow back to his ear as he watched the clearing. The wind seemed to draw to a close, the trees that swayed in the wind going still as the entire forest held its breath. Waiting for the kill.
The brush to the east moved and Will shifted his weight, staring into the shadows of the umbrage. Then came his prey. The buck moved timidly into the clea
Ranger of the North--Chapter 1--Unfamiliar GroundsMore Like This
The boat sloshed over the freezing water, with chunks of ice brushing against the small row boat’s side, skidding across the wooden planks and making the boat sway in the water. The woman grunted, pushing down harder on the oarrs to give her some space between herself and the chunks of ice. She didn’t come all this way to be defeated by some rough waters. No, she was going to reach her destination and...the rest was rather unclear. She chewed on her lip as she rowed closer to the island. What was she planning to do? It was all so unclear.
The Icewater Jetty glided up towards the shore and she jumped out, her legs knee high in the freezing water. The woman shivered, wrapping holding her arms and giving them circular rubs to warm them up as she grabbed the boat and pulled it up onto the shore. She wasn’t yet used to cold. Her whole life, being practically a cold blooded creature, she was immune to feeling the
Love and Hate: FamilyLove can be knife,More Like This
That rips through your heart.
When you think it’s all okay,
It leaves you in the dark.
Growing up means letting go,
Leaving old friends behind,
And trying to fix the holes.
Seeing old friends opens the holes again,
Leaving a painful reminder,
Of what you no longer have.
I loved someone once,
And still do,
But I hate her too, that’s true.
She hurt me,
She hurt my family,
She left a mark,
And left my life.
I saw her the other day,
Engaged, you see.
Days gone by,
Years and summers,
Pain and laughter.
We stood together, just ten feet apart,
Neither saying a word.
We acted like strangers,
We are anything but.
‘F**k it’, I said,
What is the point of ignoring her?
She was real.
Our past happened.
I couldn’t ignore it or her.
We had a conversation,
Awkward and stilted,
Our voices cool,
Our faces set,
It was like facing an enemy.
The past is there it’s true,
But our present and future are no longer connected,
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"More Like This
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
The BikersThey may look toughMore Like This
in their biker gear
revving up their engines
instilling so much fear
across their jacket backs
badges, tattoos, beards
and leather, their style nevers lacks
Clans, bands and family
their loyalty's so strong
as they gather in numbers
not sure they're here for long
Terrfied, we watch them
strut in through the door
swagger around the area
we're rooted to the floor
With a large drink in hand
they look you in the face
then thank you for your kindness
oh and what a lovely place!!
Although they look so hard
Hells Angels are not always tough
there's a polite side to them
for they're happy to chat and laugh!
© Lissie Bull 2014
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
~~ My Answer To Pain ~~Pain. Pain is in everything we do.More Like This
To understand pain you must first feel it.
You must accept it, and study it.
You must be stronger then it.
You must learn to control it.
So it doesnt consume you.
So it doesnt hurt those around you.
You must learn to make peace with pain.
and Move on. For listening to pain,
reasoning with pain, compromising with pain,
does nothing more but let it seep deeper into
who you are. Pain is a poison. One that spreads fast.
Pain is inevitable. It shall always happen.
The true answer to pain. Is to help others through theirs.
In understanding pain, you understand those affected by it.
And once you begin helping them, you yourself shall mentor yourself out of pain.
To Deny this is naive, though many, clouded by pain, myself included, would like to deny
this. I feel, it is the only true way, to achieve peace.
By understanding others, you understand yourself.
And in doing that, you stop the viscous cycle.
The never ending Cycle of Pain.