Jun 19

Civil Rights Speech (Verbal)

Throughout history we have been fighting for equal rights. Either for our own or someone else's. Women’s Rights. African American Rights. LGBT Rights.

We recognize these movements as we see them happening all around us. We oppose or support them. We rarely stand in the middle.

As we watch these movements barrel downhill we watch people trying to spear these movements to stop them.

Destroy them before they reach the point of no return. Their criticizing comments hold us back from taking all the steps we need too.

This is why racism and sexism and homophobia and all other hate still exist.

We have heard the speeches, the comments, the subtle rebellion. We have seen all that has been done to stop these movements.

I have seen the movements. I have heard the hate. Martin Luther King Jr. had his dream, and I have mine.
Jun 19

Civil Rights Speech (Visual)

Throughout history, we have been fighting for equal rights, either for our own or someone else's: Women’s Rights, African American Rights, LGBT Rights.

We recognize these movements as we see them happening all around us. We oppose or support them. We rarely stand in the middle.

As we watch these movements barrel down the hill, we watch people try to spear these movements to stop them.

Destroy them before they reach the point of no return, their criticizing comments hold us back from taking all the steps we need to.

This is why racism and sexism and homophobia and all other hate still exists.

We have heard the speeches, the comments, the subtle rebellion. We have seen all that has been done to stop these movements.

I have seen the movements. I have heard the hate. Martin Luther King Jr. had his dream, and I have mine.
Jun 17

What if that is all he is?

What I realised after that day was that I didn't love him. Yes he is amazing and yes I know that we would work if we tried but I am just not there yet. Sure I have thought about him being there in the future, but something is always missing. There is a link that just isn't there. Yes he is amazing, exactly what everyone would say I want. But I mean, no. I can't just keep pretending that there is a real chance. That will only kill me, and him. Yes I am aware that what I am saying makes no sense, if he is perfect then what is the problem. That's just it even his bad habits aren't anything that would stop you. They just make him funny and weird and honestly they make him all that much better. Blagh, I don't even know what is happening. Or what I am saying because this doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, why I feel like this because ... I can't stop thinking about it, him, everything. Whenever I close my eyes to sleep, I see his smile.
Jun 17

What if that is all he is?

What I realised after that day was that I didn't love him. Yes he is amazing and yes I know that we would work if we tried but I am just not there yet. Sure I have thought about him being there in the future, but something is always missing. There is a link that just isn't there. Yes he is amazing, exactly what everyone would say I want. But I mean, no. I can't just keep pretending that there is a real chance. That will only kill me, and him. Yes I am aware that what I am saying makes no sense, if he is perfect then what is the problem. That's just it even his bad habits aren't anything that would stop you. They just make him funny and weird and honestly they make him all that much better. Blagh, I don't even know what is happening. Or what I am saying because this doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, why I feel like this because ... I can't stop thinking about it, him, everything. Whenever I close my eyes to sleep, I see his smile.
Jun 05
Phruskoci's picture

Maybe If

I have a pretty simple life. A great family: mom, dad, brother, sister. Great friends. Great activities: spring play, choir, Model UN. I’ve always been one of those people that people look up to: after all, I’m a straight A student, actually, no, I’m a straight A+ student with the occasional A. I’m successful with everything I do, and I try to be nice to everyone. But, uh, I don’t have a boyfriend. Of course, I’ve had crushes. Lots of them. I’ve texted guys, talked to guys, but I’m a generally awkward person and I’m not the prettiest one by all means. I fall into that wierd social category, and let me know if you know what I mean, where there’s the really popular pretty girls above me, and then there’s the not so popular, quiter, nerdy girls below me. So, of course the popular pretty girls all have boyfriends and the quiter, nerdy girls do to. They have their relationships with their friends. And then there’s me, in this akward place in the middle. Rung 5 on the social ladder.
May 31

Dear Mr.Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,
You make Mr. Bushe look smart.  That being said I will continue being careful to use words you can comprehend (that means understand okay.)  If you would please step out of office that would be deeply appreciated (that means we would be grateful.) After you step out of office we can sort out all the messes you have made.  If you need reminding I have provided a list.

You almost started a world war III

You tried to kick immigrants out of the country

You repealed the fair pay law

You attempted to lower your taxes by 1 million dollars

I am going to stop listing them because you get the point (if you don’t use safari to find out.) So please just get out of the office.  I’m sure we can get you a ticket to go live in Russia. You and Putin can start a family. America can return to a good country and we will never see you again.

Much Love,

Lucy    

 
May 31
rant/rave 1 comment challenge: Food
thoard123's picture

Food

One time I searched disgusting foods on Google. 
You don't want to know what I found from that search...
Anything from dog meat to fermented horse milk popped up!
I realize that other countries have different traditions and beliefs but...WOW!
If you think about it, other countries might look at our food and say eww!
So we don't really have any room to talk since our country's rate of obesity is the highest and other countries rates of obesity are lower than ours. What is that telling people? Maybe their food, which we think is disgusting, is healthier than ours.
May 30
thoard123's picture

Music

Do you ever feel in the mood for music?
As soon as you turn it on, don't you feel inspired?
I do! It makes me feel like I can do anything I want.
This usually happens when my favorite songs come on.
Music isn't only a entertainment, it's an inspiration!
May 25
Anouk_VB's picture

What is There to Say?


I'm writing this because I'm sad
Because I have feelings that have to go unsaid
So I put them into a rant because it makes more sense
I don't want pitty or "I'm sorrys"
I'm not expecting them from anyone
I want somebody to read this and know how someone feels when they have no more words left in them
I've been robbed of my will to speak and my way to write things that make sense
So I'm sorry if this is confusing or hard to understand what the point is
But the truth is there is no point in a long venting piece about my feelings
All of my writing seems like a jumble of words and sentences put together
Like a jigsaw puzzle that has lost a piece over time that nobody has bothered to look for
And since a picture is worth a thousand words
My feelings can go unsaid and this rant will paint the picture
I guess I'm not writing this because I'm sad
May 24
morgan_gaffney's picture

The Little Things Aren't Little

When someone says, "It's the little things that matter," I almost gag because it's so cheesy. Another person just trying to be influential and wise. I don't know why, but it just pisses me off. Did people ever think that maybe the little things aren't little at all? Maybe they're big. Maybe they're significant. You may think that the sound of my little brother's knock against the door is just something "little" that I love, but to me, it's not little at all. There is so much meaning behind that tiny sound against my bedroom door. I know exactly how he's feeling by that knock. If it's light and quiet, he's sad. If it's loud and fast, he is eager to tell me something. If it's slow and loud, he's come to tell me we have to the dishes, or set the table, or something like that. How can his knock be a "little thing" if I can predict his mood by it and figure out how I can respond, or help him, or that I need to get out of bed to wash the dishes?
May 22

Framed Motion

Tick. I am like a clock on the wall, dangling and moving in one place at a time, constantly. I endlessly wait for a change, and I am sick of the same cycle, and routine everyday. I just wait for something new to happen, like daylight savings. Tick. I will always be stuck here. People look at me of boredom and no value, and sometimes of excitement and impatience. Tick . I hold information that I can always give and never stop. At times I try to break the glass of my social prison, but instead I am floating above others. I do not always have others look up to me, as much as I would like. Tick.
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?

I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.

I am the one who does a lot of different things. “I am” is not a statement that always works because people do not have to stick to a certain mold, even if they set that mold themselves. When I was writing this piece I did not know where it was going I just wrote. I wrote quite a few buts, because sometimes I can not stick to one “I am” and be okay with that. The mold needs to change for me everyday, because being something different is perfectly great, and because I am a great many things on different days.
 
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?


I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.

I am the one who does a lot of different things. “I am” is not a statement that always works because people do not have to stick to a certain mold, even if they set that mold themselves. When I was writing this piece I did not know where it was going I just wrote. I wrote quite a few buts, because sometimes I can not stick to one “I am” and be okay with that. The mold needs to change for me everyday, because being something different is perfectly great, and because I am a great many things on different days.
 
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?


I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.

I am the one who does a lot of different things. “I am” is not a statement that always works because people do not have to stick to a certain mold, even if they set that mold themselves. When I was writing this piece I did not know where it was going I just wrote. I wrote quite a few buts, because sometimes I can not stick to one “I am” and be okay with that. The mold needs to change for me everyday, because being something different is perfectly great, and because I am a great many things on different days.
 
May 19

Santa Fe, Texas


It’s numbing to see so many people 
dead


so many
so many
so many

This Keeps Happening. 

It keeps happening
and still people tell me
“It’s rare,
it won’t happen to you,
you shouldn’t be scared”

no, I should be.

i should be scared
for my future.

i should be scared
for all of those poeple
who don’t have one anymore.

i should be scared 
of taking life for granted. 

i should be scared
of letting go.

i should be scared 
to forget.

And yet. 
When I see the breaking news
in my inbox on Friday 
all I think is: 
“Another?!” 

Another One

“Oh, another one,”
Was the reaction to the news today
It’s become so routine that we’re numbed to the horror
Of all of those lives lost
The hurt and the broken hearts 
And the futures cut short
Imagine the tears and the blood pooling on the ground
And the survivors gagging at the sight of the gory bodies 
Of their friends 
The pain of a community torn apart by the loss
Of children with so much promise
Or maybe not promise but the fact that
They meant something to someone
Death is hard but it’s a hundred times harder
When it comes without warning and 
It is so abrupt and cruel and 
And 
It could have been stopped
But second amendment rights are more important
Than the lives of our children
Am I correct?
Though I still can’t understand why we 
Can’t destroy gun culture when
We have a long history of destroying cultures
Without a second thought 
May 16
g_rob02's picture

The Pen

The ink leaks from my pen like blood from an open wound.
It drenches my paper with incoherent words and thoughts in hopes to bring simple solace to the insanity within my mind.
This ebb and flow of a stagnant sea and a roaring riptide,
Folds my body in of itself like a freak show contortionist, but this pen.
O this pen, it straightens the wrinkles of my soul and strengthens the beat in my heart.
This pen, a lantern, to rid my life of the deepening darkness that seems to encompass my mind.
This paper: a door, wide open for me to waltz though into a jovial world.
And this world, O this world such an unsatisfactory sensation of suffering satire to live in this world today.
Much to do, much to change, more to fix.

A gun barrel to a dead man.
A knife’s point to a numb world.

And me sitting here.
Here with my pen,
Here with my paper.
Just here
Me with my world,

Scoffing at your world.
 
May 16
g_rob02's picture

who am I?


In a world of ignorance and uncertainties,
who am I, a mere man,
 to question divine intervention,
who am I, a mere man,
to believe to know my own future,
and who am I, a mere man,
 to believe to know what is wrong, and what is right?
A mere man of
thoughts,
dreams,
and
lacking actions,
but a mere man the same...
May 15

Change of Plans

Things
Never seem to turn out
The way you want them to. 
College,
For instance, was the worst thing
I ever had to plan for.
Going
Back and forth, looking
From college to college.
Trying
To decide my path
Was seemingly endless. 
But
Now I'm set to attend college
Next year, for an incredible major. 
Awesome!
Except now, I want to 
Change my mind. 
Again. 
If you ask any of my friends, they'll
Tell you how many careers I debated upon.
Director, 
Coroner, tarot reader, horse trainer,
Marine biologist, back to director, etc. 
Currently,
I like the idea of tattoo artist, 
Which is odd since I can't draw. 
Still,
It intrigues me enough that
I've started trying to get better at it. 
Maybe
I am meant to do many things,
Because my heart cannot make a solid choice. 
Maybe
I will let myself try everything,
May 15

Regret

Regret.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it.
The fact that this one little word has so much emotion packed into it,
And not the good kind either.
It was November of last year, I came into work at the usual 4:35 for my 5:00 shift, but something seemed different about that day.
I was startled to see a boy, around my age, that I’ve never seen before, sitting in the chair we use to take breaks.
I froze immediately, then tried to back up slowly so I wouldn’t have to talk to this boy, but he looked up and I was caught.
We took our time analyzing each other; he had curly brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and was dressed like he definitely wasn’t working at Journeys: with grey Toms, black jeans, and a white button up.
Not sure how to actually start a conversation, I instead took the cowards way out.
“WHO’S THIS GUY IN THE BACK AND WHY IS HE HERE!?” I could feel my face turning pink at this point, there was honestly no turning back now.