Fallen one,
You will touch the heavens and embrace the clouds
As you approach the zenith.
You shall be one with the sun
In all of its bright bliss.
And when night falls,
You will glow with the endless candelabra,
A new star in the sky.
Plagued one,
You will be the sweet cure to a bitter existence
When our guns gaze at the ground
Instead of our brethren.
You can be a martyr of unity.
And when we enter the fray again,
Our minds will be alight with images of a just being,
A dove in the bloodbath.
Timid one,
Your voice will echo across galaxies
Of those too afraid to take a stand.
You are a figure of universal equality
And sow the seeds of acce
Defending the Defendant by GlacialSoul, literature
Literature
Defending the Defendant
Down an alley
Silent screams
Dressed for the weather
"You asked for it,"
The men said
In the courthouse
Victim's testimony
Words fall
Shattering like glass
Apathetic jury
The dozen decide
"Not guilty,"
The men declare
Injustice in
The justice system
Nothing can wash
The pain away
Turn on the victim
She calls for help
But no one hears
No murder
Just slaughtered emotions
Running haywire
End this culture
Instead of defending the defendant
I've been there.
The wretched room has no pulse.
No one is alive in there.
They- no, we- tell lies to keep ourselves content with the situation.
"It's just a phase..."
"My mind is playing tricks on me..."
"Something like that would never happen to me..."
Sorry to burst your bubble.
It isn't "just a phase".
This isn't something the mind does out of boredom.
It doesn't "happen" to people. It just is.
Being LGBT.
The closet is not a sanctuary.
It isn't something that will alleviate inhibitions.
It isn't some incubator that will "cure" you if you sit in it long enough.
It's a personal hell.
But you'll be okay.
There's nothing wrong with y
Lampshades suffocate light,
And candles shrink and die,
But windows let light thrive.
Pull up the blinds for it to shine,
And at the sun's demise,
Shimmer and glow sublime.
Allow a light the right to life
Even in your blissful times;
It can end another's strife.
Even a faint glow can provide
A redeeming and inspiring sight.
Think twice before attacking light.
Looking into those eyes
was like staring into alien seas
waiting to be explored,
each wave crashing
and sending shivers up my spine...
So much did I yearn to be with him,
but his reticence denied me the pleasure.
He was afraid to wear
his heart on his sleeve
like a bold statement.
Eventually, he gave way to my obstinate nature
and permitted our platonic friendship
to touch the waters of something more.
Little did I know
it was the wrong choice...
I tried to delve too deep.
His fear drowned me
and I had to crawl to the beach
to claim my freedom.
He wasn't so fortunate.
His demons clasped him by the ankle
like a shackle of self-hatred
and n
My soul is shackled to the concrete forest,
Forever awaiting an interloper to sever the bonds.
It wastes away under nonexistent starlight,
Suffers in skyscrapers of merciless steel.
Summer grants no harmony to the asphalt lands,
Winter merely masks duress under a pale blanket.
There is no life here.
But I'm wrong-
A mirror of myself basks in an electric utopia.
He craves duty and industry away from the dusty country.
Annexing green from nature's bounty, he takes and takes
Until the world is a uniform, lifeless gray.
There will be no life here.
Dull cinder mixes with the storm clouds and I'm gone,
Spirited away like a dying ray of
I Did It For The Thrill. by GlacialSoul, literature
Literature
I Did It For The Thrill.
I did it for the thrill.
Off a cliff, I took a leap of faith,
And when I hit the ground,
My scream was shrill,
And as I looked around,
I knew I would soon be a mere wraith.
I felt Death's chill.
Not into water, oh no,
Only the cowardly fall there.
Onto hard stones, I fell,
And now I realize earth is my foe.
I know I will never be well.
Trusting courage was an err.
Now, into my foe, I go.
Do you hear my mother crying?
Calling her son a fool.
"He should have never jumped."
It was a terrible reason for dying,
Because adrenaline gets you dumped
Into the nearest casket, a duel
With soul and eternal lying.
I can still say, though not in a verbal
Fallen one,
You will touch the heavens and embrace the clouds
As you approach the zenith.
You shall be one with the sun
In all of its bright bliss.
And when night falls,
You will glow with the endless candelabra,
A new star in the sky.
Plagued one,
You will be the sweet cure to a bitter existence
When our guns gaze at the ground
Instead of our brethren.
You can be a martyr of unity.
And when we enter the fray again,
Our minds will be alight with images of a just being,
A dove in the bloodbath.
Timid one,
Your voice will echo across galaxies
Of those too afraid to take a stand.
You are a figure of universal equality
And sow the seeds of acce
Defending the Defendant by GlacialSoul, literature
Literature
Defending the Defendant
Down an alley
Silent screams
Dressed for the weather
"You asked for it,"
The men said
In the courthouse
Victim's testimony
Words fall
Shattering like glass
Apathetic jury
The dozen decide
"Not guilty,"
The men declare
Injustice in
The justice system
Nothing can wash
The pain away
Turn on the victim
She calls for help
But no one hears
No murder
Just slaughtered emotions
Running haywire
End this culture
Instead of defending the defendant
I've been there.
The wretched room has no pulse.
No one is alive in there.
They- no, we- tell lies to keep ourselves content with the situation.
"It's just a phase..."
"My mind is playing tricks on me..."
"Something like that would never happen to me..."
Sorry to burst your bubble.
It isn't "just a phase".
This isn't something the mind does out of boredom.
It doesn't "happen" to people. It just is.
Being LGBT.
The closet is not a sanctuary.
It isn't something that will alleviate inhibitions.
It isn't some incubator that will "cure" you if you sit in it long enough.
It's a personal hell.
But you'll be okay.
There's nothing wrong with y
Lampshades suffocate light,
And candles shrink and die,
But windows let light thrive.
Pull up the blinds for it to shine,
And at the sun's demise,
Shimmer and glow sublime.
Allow a light the right to life
Even in your blissful times;
It can end another's strife.
Even a faint glow can provide
A redeeming and inspiring sight.
Think twice before attacking light.
Looking into those eyes
was like staring into alien seas
waiting to be explored,
each wave crashing
and sending shivers up my spine...
So much did I yearn to be with him,
but his reticence denied me the pleasure.
He was afraid to wear
his heart on his sleeve
like a bold statement.
Eventually, he gave way to my obstinate nature
and permitted our platonic friendship
to touch the waters of something more.
Little did I know
it was the wrong choice...
I tried to delve too deep.
His fear drowned me
and I had to crawl to the beach
to claim my freedom.
He wasn't so fortunate.
His demons clasped him by the ankle
like a shackle of self-hatred
and n
My soul is shackled to the concrete forest,
Forever awaiting an interloper to sever the bonds.
It wastes away under nonexistent starlight,
Suffers in skyscrapers of merciless steel.
Summer grants no harmony to the asphalt lands,
Winter merely masks duress under a pale blanket.
There is no life here.
But I'm wrong-
A mirror of myself basks in an electric utopia.
He craves duty and industry away from the dusty country.
Annexing green from nature's bounty, he takes and takes
Until the world is a uniform, lifeless gray.
There will be no life here.
Dull cinder mixes with the storm clouds and I'm gone,
Spirited away like a dying ray of
I Did It For The Thrill. by GlacialSoul, literature
Literature
I Did It For The Thrill.
I did it for the thrill.
Off a cliff, I took a leap of faith,
And when I hit the ground,
My scream was shrill,
And as I looked around,
I knew I would soon be a mere wraith.
I felt Death's chill.
Not into water, oh no,
Only the cowardly fall there.
Onto hard stones, I fell,
And now I realize earth is my foe.
I know I will never be well.
Trusting courage was an err.
Now, into my foe, I go.
Do you hear my mother crying?
Calling her son a fool.
"He should have never jumped."
It was a terrible reason for dying,
Because adrenaline gets you dumped
Into the nearest casket, a duel
With soul and eternal lying.
I can still say, though not in a verbal
`Schrodinger: A Pillar of Internet Communism` by Skargill, literature
Literature
`Schrodinger: A Pillar of Internet Communism`
Communism appears to have a very serious and long standing problem despite having a very basic definition, -`A society without classes and states organised by Communes (hence the name Communism)`- and having adherents all over the world ensuring even the basics are translated into most languages, time and again most people including its alleged adherents don't seem to grasp what it actually is, leading to all sorts of strange conclusions and antics.
This is nothing new or unique mind, quite a few people describe themselves as Capitalist despite not owning any actual Capital.
But oddly enough the internet age which has made access to informa