A desolate plain of dirt,
mundane to eyes and soul.
A pain that doesn’t hurt,
a team without a goal.
This valley does but lie,
with nothing to infer.
But with a guiding eye,
the sun does confer.
She extends her reach down to this void,
giving potential to this land.
As nature’s magic steroid,
shines down from open hand.
Grey clouds take flight,
with thunder and bright light.
As water rains down below.
A tiny seedling pokes out the mist,
new colour spreading throughout the valley.
Stretching up to the sky it will kiss,
come on little seedling, do hurry.
A plant now spreads from the abyss,
growing branch and leaves all the same
From the cold hard bench of the Metropolitan line, I stare around at my ‘fellow’ travellers. Each person is sat at least two seats from the next, desperately using newspapers, iPods or worse still adverts to avoid any form of interaction. The bright halogen lights make everyone’s faces look gaunt and unwell. Some passengers feel my gaze and glance up, only to appear startled or disturbed by my interest, pulling their newspapers up higher over their faces. Even the warm air flowing through the carriage brings no comfort, just causing one to feel muggy and light headed. Is the tube such a horrible form of transport due to rema
1. Are you new to beta reading?
Yes, read a few poems/short stories but can’t consider myself an expert. That’s why I’m in the author section haha.
2. Your age (optional):
18 years old. But please don’t let this deter you, I am committed, just listing so you understand the view point I come from.
3. Genre(s) – Please be specific to pieces you want beta read:
Mostly poetry, including some prose, but I’m too varied to get specific.
4. Rating: G, PG, PG-13, R, or MA?
I generally write PG but I’m not against mature content so there might be some written in the future.
5. Warnings: Sex, violence, poli
I sit in perfect silence, my eyes trailing the lone rabbit darting around the sparse field. I admire the beauty of the small ball of fur, leaping and bounding in its own little way. I begin to wonder why it’s so that we cannot be friends. Why can’t I walk over ‘hey Mr Rabbit, would you show me your rabbit home?’ Stroll over with him his paw in my hand and fit so snugly into his rabbit hole. We could sit and ponder what it means to be human or rabbit and why that we care, as we feast on my sandwich and his grass alike.
If there is a deity, why would he create such a large divide between all his creations? Why wouldn&r
I swung the door open and stepped into the bank. As I walked over to the queue my heart jumped into my mouth, this was the moment I had been building to for the last month and I could feel my pulse hammering around my body like a jackhammer. The queue was lengthy and I knew my bosses were proud of the haul they had managed, though the time it allowed me to contemplate terrified me.
Knowing I at least owed these people an acknowledgement I glanced around at the many faces surrounding me. My heart sunk when I saw families with small children, elderly couples and teen lovers, though I knew targeting emotion was the plan all along I guess I had
‘People wonder why the caged bird sings, but even worser pain is the bird with lead wings’ – Akala, British rapper.
An eternity spent sat in a prison, an open window inches from reach. Day after day spent gazing outwards, a beacon of a hopeless freedom. Some days clawing at bars, others pacing his cage, but most he just perched and whistled in contempt. On all these days his captors would walk past and on each day he’d be ignored. Sometimes they would come and play with him, as a toy not a friend, chains binding him to their will. Once they’re satisfied it’s back to his cage, to perch day after day.
But t
From the cold hard bench of the Metropolitan line, I stare around at my ‘fellow’ travellers. Each person is sat at least two seats from the next, desperately using newspapers, iPods or worse still adverts to avoid any form of interaction. The bright halogen lights make everyone’s faces look gaunt and unwell. Some passengers feel my gaze and glance up, only to appear startled or disturbed by my interest, pulling their newspapers up higher over their faces. Even the warm air flowing through the carriage brings no comfort, just causing one to feel muggy and light headed. Is the tube such a horrible form of transport due to rema
A desolate plain of dirt,
mundane to eyes and soul.
A pain that doesn’t hurt,
a team without a goal.
This valley does but lie,
with nothing to infer.
But with a guiding eye,
the sun does confer.
She extends her reach down to this void,
giving potential to this land.
As nature’s magic steroid,
shines down from open hand.
Grey clouds take flight,
with thunder and bright light.
As water rains down below.
A tiny seedling pokes out the mist,
new colour spreading throughout the valley.
Stretching up to the sky it will kiss,
come on little seedling, do hurry.
A plant now spreads from the abyss,
growing branch and leaves all the same
I stare at the spreading pool of blood, inspiring all manner of thoughts from the patterns it formed. The childhood I’d had, and that which was lost at the edge of a knife. Of the people the killer had robbed of the memories and thoughts this man possessed. These thoughts I have flow into that of the killer, what’s to blame for the crime he committed?
Society?
Racism?
Parents?
Should blame be cast? Or is this an imprint of humanities own flaws? Regardless of why, an infinite number of possibilities have been extinguished.
Could this man have cured cancer?
Could he have ended poverty?
Or end the flaws that left him so broken on
The Sky Plains of Larth'oom 01 by 13liss, literature
Literature
The Sky Plains of Larth'oom 01
Standing Tall
The Noble Vagrant was looming over its next victim, blood red sails dwarfing its catch. The dark hull of the ship has long since rotted, yet still screams power at its enemies. Rows upon rows of rusted cannons jut proudly out of purposeful gashes in its hull, an unmistakable warning this is not the Nobles ship it once was. Even with all the violent transformations, the boat still kept the grandeur spawned only by a world renowned craftsman.
Standing proud at the helm is a figure, silhouetted against the powerful Larth’oom sun, cape cracking the air like a whip. Just like his ship Baeron wore what could only be described
‘Absolute power corrupts absolutely, but absolute powerlessness does the same. It’s not the poverty it’s the inequality, [if] we live it everyday that will turn us insane’ – Akala, British rapper.
I am a communist,
I am not a fascist.
I don’t want all the power,
Just a world that is fair.
I don’t what to stem your ideology,
I just won’t let it ruin our planet.
We can still have production,
Just not for one man.
You may keep your aspirations,
Keep improving your wealth.
Just don’t let people starve,
While you gorge yourself to death.
You may keep your religious beliefs,
But let others
Stress is an obstacle few overcome, and fewer accept. To accept stress is to emancipate ourselves from its power to weaken mind and body. Acceptance of stress comes when you feel stressed and yet can return to normality at whim, possibly with the help of an additional hobby, objects etc. Whereas overcoming stress is to merely power through and achieve your goals with the emotion.
Willpower is the border between success and failure, and stress is its intolerant border patrol. But stress can also be a driving force, even a causational force, comparative to religion in its power to influence humanities progress.
However contrary to the world m
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The Bird With Lead Wings by 13liss, literature
Literature
The Bird With Lead Wings
‘People wonder why the caged bird sings, but even worser pain is the bird with lead wings’ – Akala, British rapper.
An eternity spent sat in a prison, an open window inches from reach. Day after day spent gazing outwards, a beacon of a hopeless freedom. Some days clawing at bars, others pacing his cage, but most he just perched and whistled in contempt. On all these days his captors would walk past and on each day he’d be ignored. Sometimes they would come and play with him, as a toy not a friend, chains binding him to their will. Once they’re satisfied it’s back to his cage, to perch day after day.
But t
I'm an 19 year old male who grew up in London and has recently moved to Brighton. Around the age of 12-13 i got into the school yard mentality that being creative and actively trying to achieve is nerdy, and that being nerdy is a bad thing. Having come around from this stupid line of thought i am now desperately trying to redevelop my love of writing, and develop some new skills. (drawing) I am also perfectly open to other peoples ideas, so if you have something you'd like to see included in one of my pieces then let me know with your permission to use it and ill give you credit in the details. You will also see a few photos of my travels, including some from my scuba diving hobby. What i'm really looking for from this site is inspiration and feedback from fellow artists of all forms. So it would be great to hear what you like and dislike, and even better to hear why!
To hear a complete background of my visit read my previous journal post.
So although the visit to Ghana as a whole was amazing, beautiful country with welcoming people, the tour of the plantation was really a 'tour'.
We got met at a restaurant a couple miles outside of the plantation by the plantations representatives before having them drive us into the plantation. Upon arriving things looked promising, we could see a sorting plant (where the bananas are cleaned and packed) with a hundred odd workers, which was a brilliant photo opportunity. However firstly we needed a toilet break, the first sign of what was to come was that we were walke
Just a quick entry to say i'v been given the once in a lifetime opportunity to travel with my mum to visit a Ghanaian banana plant near Accra for 5 days and meet with the trade union that works there. My mum will be meeting them to discuss how to improve publicity in the hopes of creating better working conditions and shes invited me along for the ride! Although i think i will mostly have to keep my mouth shut (though i will try to sneak someone aside for a personal chat at some point hehe) and wont be of much use, I have been reading up a lot on union violations prior to the invitation (personal hobby of mine) and I am thrilled at the opport
Thank You. No, actually, I have started to use it for a dungeons and dragons campaign since it seemed to fit there better. plus, it helps me figure out the plot. I have a few short stories that I could post. I think I'll start with those.