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What's Wrong...If you think that lifes problems are caused by:
- Same-sex marriage
- The less-fortunate
- Separation of Church and State
- Other peoples religions
YOU are what's wrong with the world!
InvisibleAll my life, I have been invisible.
No, not literally invisible, but figuratively.
I'm quiet, reserved, don't have that many friends, and never do anything that could set me out from the pack. I'm no athlete, I'm not in any clubs, and spend my lunch hours in the computer room quietly finishing up my work and listening to music.
But then something extraordinary happened.
Over the course of a few weeks, people started taking notice of me. Not of my accomplishments, but just, me. I started getting "hellos" in the halls, and people whom I hadn't talked to in years began to talk to me. People, ones who were friends of my friends, would catch me in the halls for a quick chat after class.
I was shocked. What had happened? More importantly, what was GOING to happen? Would this put me on somebody's radar? What if, God forbid, some of the bigger kids decided I would be their next target? Needless to say I was freaking out.
It turns out some of my friends were telling their buddies of our old exp
ConfessionNot a lot of stuff bothers me.
When someone I'm close to dies, I just...don't feel anything. Not when a family member died, my pet, or...anything.
It bothers me that stuff doesn't bother me.
And I hate myself for it.
RiverLife is a lot like a river.
At its beginning it flows clean and pure, giving off the illusion of everlasting beauty and purity. A little down the way it meanders to and fro. It's unsure of where it's going to be at the end but that doesn't stop it from trying to redirect its course.
Further down people start throwing their trash in it, disregarding its safety and well-being. The river begins to choke and cloud, carrying peoples rubbish along with it. Fortunately for the river, some good-natured souls are there to pick up some pieces. They will not get it all but it doesn't seem to deter them. For whatever reasons they have they want to try to save the river from a toxic end. Unfortunately, for the rivers entire span, there will always be people throwing whatever crap they can into it. The river plods along, getting rid of some but never hurling all of it out.
Sometimes the river becomes blocked by a dam. There it stays until bit-by-tiny bit it forces its way through. The dam slows the
Politics...?After the recent U.S elections, I have mad many conversations between friends and family on what their thoughts on the situation were. I'm sorry to say many answers I got disappointed me greatly.
They all had one thing in common. None of them could stop whining about how all America's problems were based on this guy, that party, Obama, hell they even started to whine about Newt Gingrich (I'm not defending Newt here, personally I think he's a little...well...). Everyone I talked to placed all of their blame, all of their hatred, on someone else.
Do you want to know what I thought about all of this? People are pointing the blame on the next person down the line, and that person starts pointing to the next guy, so on, and so on.
Personally, I believe people should stop pointing the finger, agree that the problem needs to be fixed, and actually do something about it. If countries acted like that more, rather than some whiny child who's just had their favorite toy taken away, the world woul
NicotineSince the time I was nine, I knew my Mother smoked. When I first found out about it, I was shocked. For the next 3 years, I begged her to quit her habit.
Two years later, I started. Now I'm sixteen, and my Mother begs me to quit, as she has. I try, and I always fail. And as I write this, I'm craving the bitter taste of nicotine. The only thing keeping me from lighting up is thinking about her voice, choked up with worry for her only son.
AuburnAaron Sajadi dashed through the bustling market centre of Kabul. Tightening his backpack, which contained his schoolbooks and binders, he ducked and weaved around vendors, livestock, and on occasion carts full of vegetables and fruits. He had to get home before the set curfew which the Soviet soldiers had placed on all civilians in the Capital city of Afghanistan.
Such was the nature of the region in 1981, it was common for the streets to come alive with gunfire and blinding explosions of flash grenades and bombs. The aftermath of which was sometimes seen at dawn the next day; a bloodstain in the sand, casings of bullets scattered in the area, and occasionaly a body left behind, either belonging to the Soviets or the Mujahideen insurgents.
However, Aaron was clever for his seventeen years. He kept to the shadows during dusk, and he was able to pass for fourteen, so long as he kept his mouth shut. The insurgents were known for kidnapping older children and forcing them to fight for the
"Hey, this is Amellia. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
How many times had I heard that message? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? It's funny how time had a way of slipping by when you've given up.
*Click* The message plays again.
*Beep* It ends.
*Click* *Beep* *Click* *Beep*
I still pay for the cell phone's service. Every month for the last half-year, in comes the bill and I send it back paid for another four weeks.
*Click* *Beep* *Click* *Beep*
I've heard the message countless times. I committed it to memory a long time ago. It's the same every time... but I keep listening, and imagining her beside me.
I'm remembering our fights.
I think about her smile.
I remember how happy she was when I asked her to marry me.
I recall our honeymoon.
I remember the crash.
Her bloodstained face when she looked at me from the driver's seat.
564378iuy76roibg"Jack, what the fuck was that?!"
"Oh please, like you would've done anything different?"
"Yeah! I would've! Why did you light him on fire?!"
"First, I just lit his jacket on fire, he just happened to be wearing hairspray. How could I have known?"
"What in the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Hey, but at least you know that brandy's flammable now, right?"
BridgesKing being murdered upon the throne
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
It's not the bridges you build, it's the ones that you burn.
SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
What time is it?She was standing at the departure platform and looked to the ground. Cold wind blew around her, but she barely felt it. A voice announced that the train would arrive six minutes later.
It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. She looked upwards, at the big clock hanging from the ceiling, saw the clock-hand jerk forward, with every second passing. It had started to rain.
She looked around; there were a lot of other people at the platform. They were listening to music, talking to each other, reading a book, some were even laughing. Others just stood there waiting impatiently. A young couple were holding hands, kissing each other. Again she turned her eyes to the ground.
She felt like crying, but the tears did not came. She wondered if she had wept too much lately. The voice announced that the train would arrive shortly. She looked to the right, could see the lights in the distance, growing bigger as the train rushed to the station.
She took one step forward to the border of the platfo
How To Use Life[How To Use Life]
Life a unique commodity.
It is precious.
Though, what sets it apart
from other resources,
is that, it is
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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