The Rights of a ManThe Rights of a Man by ~shadowsmokeandfire
“We believe in happiness and stability,” says Mustapha Mond, the main antagonist in Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. In this scene, he defends the government’s totalitarianism, stating it is better to lose rights than to live in an unstable world. Sound familiar? It should, considering it is the theme for many other works of dystopian literature, such as George Orwell’s 1984 and Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. However, this argument can also be seen in modern day politics, as representatives argue over how much governmental control in our daily lives is too much. Which is more important, rights or stability withi
EgersisEgersis by ~shadowsmokeandfire
Dark comes like a cat, creeping in on little feet
Chaos ensues as it gallops with conceit,
pitting brother against brother in a
battle of wills, wants, needs, power, and strength
of loneliness and fears and resentment.
It petrifies the apex on the moon's way.
Anyone and everyone, they feel
the dark menace hunting for its next meal.
Its dark exhilaration entices,
luring those who cannot run away
into its fold, entrapped in its religion,
worshiping its macabre beauty forever.
It stands alone and it stands together,
encircled and encircling in perpetuum
KeezhoorKeezhoor by ~shadowsmokeandfire
Dirty Rural Town
Dirty, Sweltering, Poor
Town of Stray Dogs and Wandering Cows
They tell me you are dirty, and I reply, Yes, I have seen the antiquated women squatting in the middle of the road
They bemoan your backwardness and I commiserate with them, having seen the lack of modern technology within your borders
They sneer at your poverty, and I weep at the diseased beggars on the roadside
And to those who dare turn their noses up at this living, breathing entity,
This wonderful factory filled with all different flavors of chocolate, I entreat you to find
A place more like home
Where everyone knows
Pool PartyTom was giddy. Here was his chance to prove himself capable to his friends! As a new homeowner, he had not only a place to host parties, but also an above ground pool and deck. Rather than be late to everything, he could take credit for organizing everything. His best friends, Jack and Stephen, were somewhat skeptical.
"You haven't even unpacked, and already you want to host a party?" Stephen scoffed.
"You've heard of a housewarming party!" Tom insisted.
"Tom," Jack interjected, "you don't throw those for yourself. That's telling people to get you gifts."
"Fine," Tom said. "We'll call it a cookout, backyard barbecue, whatever. Pool party.
What is Love?The way I see it, love is a fear.
It's mistrust and trust all in one, an escape in which to fling yourself upon the one who was trying to catch you in a daring attempt to be free.
Love is heartfelt devotion, yet a quiet distance. The staring from afar at the one you admire can often be considered love, though the love I see is passionate and wild and contained and meaningful all at once. It's empty and thoughtless, careful and just, and never passes a moment in which it is forgotten.
The love that I wish to feel I have never felt, only in my daydreams. The love that I wish to feel is a love that the written word could never fully descri
Aftermath - Entry One"I'm still lost out here. Lost and alone in the aftermath..."
Jan. 8th 2045
Today was no different to any other. I've still seen no sign of hope in anyone who passed by. That's all they do now; they don't even check the hospitals now. It's all been looted. You can tell by the bodies lining the doorways and broken windows from where they broke in and grabbed what they could to take away the pain, to take away the reality of all this. Needles still stick out of their infested, maggot riddled arms, their veins almost entirely eaten away and their eyeballs plucked out by the crows.
The crows are no different to them, the 'people'. You know wha
WistfullyI want to make love
To your thoughts
I want to caress your secrets
Like what they are
Under our covers
With unlimited tenderness
And a touch of shame
I want to reach down your throat
And pull out your desires,
String them along
One by one
Until I can hold them in my hands
And admire their shine
I want to crush your dreams
Under the certainty of the future
And so deeply
They turn into diamonds
And when you speak your words
I can admire the facets we cut together
I want to know you intimately
In ways not spoken of
Outside of a poet's dream
And to sleep inside them
Until I sleep in your