The author of the following commentary on Communism wishes to remain anonymous, but LittleAL87 will relay any comments:
Pandora's Barrel
The world is a place. Just a place. Not a special place, just a place. Things happen in the world and the world turns. People feel nothing, people see nothing. They simply live as they live and never change. Nothing changes in the world. The world just is as it is and as it was and as it will be. No one thinks, no one cares. People are satisfied and need nothing more and nothing less.
The Queen rules the land. There are no revolts or rebellions. Everyone is the same as his neighbor. All the men are named Vladimir while all the women are named Oksana. No one cares, but no one notices. Everything is the same throughout and there are no flaws. Except for one. The Queen is exempt from all the laws of nature. She defies the order of this place. She is...the Queen. No one can penetrate her secret and no one bothers to try.
In the corner of the universe lies a lifeless cave. There are no critters crawling on the wall; there are no snakes or animals of any kind. The only inhabitant of the cave is a dusty old barrel. It appears very commonplace were it not in the center of a desolate cave. No one notices it, though, because everyone is a drone. They notice nothing not essential to life.
The cave appears as though nothing has touched it for decades, centuries, millenniums... It has one frequenter, though. She comes and goes with the wind, leaving not a trace. Furtively she sneaks in and out, although matter it does not. No one sees. No one wants to see. Everything is always in place; every wisp of hair, every twitch of the mouth. Nothing is ever out of place and nothing ever will be.
The Queen must reign supreme. She must have something over her subjects. So she holds back. She continues to creep in and out of the cave for years of her life. Wearing a hood covering her face, as if it mattered, she hordes the mysterious contents of the barrel.
Days come and go. Years pass beyond notice and life continues as it always has and always will. Children are born with a spark in them, a spark more dangerous than anything else in the meager existence known to these people. That spark must be smothered at any cost and always has been. And always will be. So the balls continue to bounce perfectly in time as the children play and everyone continues the monotony that his life consists of. The spark must always be smothered.
One day that the ever-gray sky became a shade darker there was a tornado. It was not life-shattering because people neither noticed nor cared, like everything else in their lives. The barrel, however, was forced out of the cave. It rolled down a hill and into a village. The townsfolk took it as a matter of course and stepped around it, no one bothering to move it. Vladimir Five spoke to Oksana Eight as he always did while Oksana Three watched her son, Vladimir Eleven, go about his business. Life went on and no one saw the barrel sitting in the middle of the road.
One day a girl who still had the dangerous spark in her saw the barrel. She was the only one. Wishing to play in it, she took off the cover while her elders were too busy not noticing. Out of it flew ambition, mischief, invention, resolution, creativity, malice. Out of it flew the essence of life.
The leaves suddenly changed color with the seasons. The townsfolk were giddy with new realization. It was no longer a taboo if a child played with a ball in the street and the ball did not bounce perfectly in time. Children were named Gustav and Vera. The people of the town stopped and noticed. They began to care. They became drunk and were lawless, too new to the idea of self control.
While creativity was released from the barrel, so was malice. People became too ambitious and fought with each other. They invented ways to hurt each other. Every other person was completely filled with mischief. Slowly individuals started to say that they missed the old ways. They wanted back the feeling of apathy that they lost. Drawing on the new resolution they had, they resolved to return things to how they were. But that could not be.
Once they started, they could not turn back. For better or for worse, they were forced to stay in the state they were in. People looked around and realized that self control was necessary. It was crucial that everyone accept the fact that while negative things emerged from the barrel, so did positive things. People were now creating great works of art and of writing. People were now more than pleasant on the outside, but they had heartfelt connections. People realized with time that they did not want, after all, to return to their former state. It just could not be.
We must all thank that little girl from the depths of our souls. She will forever be known in myths and legends. We owe it all to Pandora.
The Write Poetry
Mistake
I can't believe you
What a f**k up
I wish I never knew you
I see you dropped
Your goddamn sainthood
What the hell
You figured you'd be forgiven and understood
Give me a break
While your deceitful smiles
So sickning and fake
Black
Cold
There's little more I can take
Mister innocent
Fronting a perfect facade
B*tch, I've got bravado
Falsely self made
V O I D
Is stamped
Across your pathetic heart
You'd better run fast
I'll be kind
Head start
But I'll beat you to the finish line
Rate you
Berate you
Mark it on the charts
It's been declared
"He's got faulty parts!"
You're a mistake
Back off
Get away from me
By: Ellie Noelle (c) copyright 2001
*present moment in my head*
i sit here woundering why life ends up the way it does
it never ceases to an end
it just goes on like the thoughts in my head
i sit here and i listen to all of my suroundings
and all i can come to understand is that by doing so
i am different
dosen't the truth of who we are come out of all this
it just isn't right.
i mean, am i waisting time or am i dooing something that is needed that, in time, if persued, will give me more awnsers?
i know who i am and i love it i really do
but this outlook society gives me makes me scared
of what it is everyone thinks about me
when i walk by or when they get to know me
i can't help but be the way i am and i can't help but to try and understand this
and its meanings that seem so vague
if i could show you my world in my head
we would watch slides of film strips that don't end
pictures and phrases of what i seemed to have taken pictures of
do you wonder why it is that i think this way do or would you want to understand?
i sit here hoping that somehow someone will and someone will love me.
but they won't, they haven't, and they forget that i have feelings as well
it dosen't matter to me
i am alone i am cold i can hear the silence upon my back
running over my shoulder like fingertips and for some reason i choose to smile
yet i think how much i wish that my silence was real or could be
i search within everyone i meet for so much more and yet find time to explore
the possibilities
yes they are endless and i have yet to understand them
so i sit and i think
and i wonder and wonder.
as i look at the pages of my thoughts i blink....
zillahxdream
michelle
"Closer"
troyae16
Closer together,
That is exactly how I want it to be.
Beside each other forever,
Always holding you close to me.
I can see it already,
Us under the moon cuddling tight,
Getting you closer to me.
Holding you with all my might.
And still closer together I see us,
laughing and grasping one another's hands.
I just know we are meant to be,
Just one minute without you I can't stand.
You are the rose blooming in my heart,
More and more with each passing day.
I just know we won't fall apart,
Together forever, that is how we would stay.
You are the stars twinkling at night,
Like you are to me everyday.
I hate it when you aren't in my sight,
Holding each other close, that's how I want it to stay.
I just can't wait much more,
I just have to do this here.
I have to find out what's in store,
Being without you is the only thing I fear.
So look into my eyes,
Because I have something I want do.
I think it is really wise,
Because I truly and honestly love you.
Loving Ralph
-I was born sad
-Most people look at a globe and see a world of color.
-The ocean is a pool of royal blue.
-The land is creamy brown or forest green with warm bright comfy clouds above.
-All I see is the tears of children in a mass clumped around simple, dull browns and grays.
-The clouds are nothing, but puffs of ice.
-Simple pleasure gives me nothing, but pain from not being able to consume the vibes of energy expressed from a single touch or tickle.
-I never knew what love felt like until I felt his wet tongue drag across my once uniform lips.
-I felt a tingle flow through my body as he grabbed my hips and swayed with me.
-I tasted the fresh air of human nature and forgot my dim spirited questions of faith for more than a moment.
-Now when I look at a globe I see more than royal blue, fantasias green, with milk chocolate and pillows of whipped cream...
-I see... I see the universe at my palm spinning at my command.
-That's how his love makes me feel.
-Erin Sheade (UbXlbO)
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