This rich man had a very hard heart and felt no sympathy for anyone.
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What makes you think you’re better than me / Why do you believe you’re superiour / Is it the funds in your bank account / Your car, Your clo…
All writing images poetry and lyrics copryright dimarie painter / MCN: C1C9A-F7B74-B477A To all those that think their shit dont stink… Quite often in life we come across those that think and act like you should kiss the ground they walk on… this is dedicated to those shallow ones… / We have all met them…
‘I’ve worked out a spot you could shoot someone from and get away without being seen,’ he said smugly. I looked at him carefully, weighi…
Sadly, based on actual events. Names have been changed to protect the idiots.
Commercialism / materialism / socialism / imperialism / shaping new life
Socialism and Communism / without the -ism, they are / Social and Commune.
Socialism and Communism. / Without the -ism, they are / Social and Commune.
A blue tiger in a cage, / been harnessed for his rage, / a rattle on the floor at five to six. / Fevered howling from afar, / tyres screechin…
reload / Comment on society
The social camouflage is turned up too high. I look like one of them. Please, let me never be like them!
A Pisces entry for the Zodiac13 competition in the Short Stories group. I must’ve had a bad day. Fictional though.
Not my WORDS, but I Do LOVE to SHARE Them with you.
AS THE WORLD TURNS
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On Fat Crow’s signal the silly parrots all chanted, “The barn is on fire! The barn is on fire!”
Bedtime stories for big kids. THE POWER OF ONE / MCN:C76BB-BDFE7-5BCA7 Copyright Notice / © 2009 Helen M. Bascom / All rights reserved. None of the materials provided on this web page may be used, reproduced or transmitted, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or the use of any information storage and retrieval system, downloading, printing, or linking without permission in writing from Helen M. Bascom. Removal of electronic copyright information, digital fingerprints, or embedded watermarks on any image is strictly prohibited. To request permission to use any material on this page, to link to any image, and for further inquiries, contact Ms. Bascom by email. CLICK HERE to submit your request.
Everyone at the record company laughed all the time about the fact that their boss and the owner of the company looked like an old drunke…
Remember the old saying, ‘Never judge a book by its cover.’ Especially when it involves a big record deal… Written for short story competition inspired by David Malcolmson’s Hail, Fellow.
Less motivated to care / Only motivated to appear less motivated / How overrated today’s generation are
A social observation of people in my class, at my college and around my life. It’s quite sad that I reffer to my own generation as ‘kids’ sometimes. “Kids these days” and the like. I seperate my self from that though, I have never really felt like I fit in with people my own age. I do not know what differs me from them, but it’s there, a barrier that is a stubborn as I am.
Should I call someone to help? / Go back to sleep, you fool. / They will be fine in the morning, / *_when their tempers coo…
Taken from a collection that I call C’est la vie! which I wrote many years ago
Lost to the emotional bombs that you cannot find shelter from when they fall and explode in what is called home,
Innocence lost and the choices we make to stay locked into where it was lost or seek growth and healing. Yes, there will probably end up being a picture that describes this thought process.
Lines on a piece of paper, / Lines upon the earth; / The mark of human hands - / Or aliens at work?
Near the man a child thumbs a penny into the fountain. Just before the tell-tale splunk resounds, a secret whispered desire reaches keen …
“We could have been sober and conscious more often.” / “No, I don’t think that would have been a good idea.”
I had a day off from my horrible job in the political nightmare of public museums and fund-raising and drank it away.
We have the celebrity ghosts, / ridiculing disillusion, / and designer talk-show hosts / to exaggerate confusion.
This is another of my ‘caricature poems’, a theatrical monologue from one of those ‘handlers’ or ‘spin-doctors’ who are so prevalent in today’s world.
Which is why I find it funny when other people mess with me because they’re so pathetically worse at it than I am.
Here we go my friend, go until the end. / The sun is beating through the air again; / The wind whispers to me, tells me where to go. / Baby …
This is another song that I’ve written. It aims to embrace individuality in the face of the limitations which society puts on us and the human journey of self -discovery. This song has lot of emotion and the words reflect how I have indeed been through journey towards my identity.
They hate you, then they like you / The social wash machine
Its sad but this poem describes a lot of women I hae came into contact with…
we elevate / ordinary hacks of annoyance / and bought persona’s / into the remembered / decorated / sycophantic / pedantic
This is about taking that sometimes needed step to disrupt the calm waters of a social gathering to say what you deem must be said about someone or some mood or aura that enters the room of socialites. Everyone so damn cautious about possibly displaying a misconceived impression or ideology. My advice: take your knives to parties to cut the cake and cut the (pre)tension of the room…
I am Forgetfulness. / Do you remember me? / Will you visit? / I live in the falling house / you try not to look at / as you drive to your work…
Written for my final manuscript for a poetry class.
Girl meets boy Boy decides he likes girl Girl begins to flirt with boy Boy spends all night kissing girl Girl hops on faceboo…
A little story based on the exploits of a young acquaintance of mine. It’s not terrible or anything but it still makes me feel blessed that I came of age before the proliferation of things like facebook and myspace. I actually got to retain a bit of innocence in my childhood.
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