oppressionINob

Local oppression on humanity, restrictions on freedoms we once had, and humanity's opinion thrown back in their face.


Governmental oppression on humanity, restricting our decisions to go a certain way, and instead telling us to proceed "to the left."


Natural oppression by humanity, leaving traces after every step.

GrounDEAD

evidence of things unseen by SIMEN JOHAN

Its eerily serene now, the little house by the lake. It sits alone, and far from any other house in that part of the valley, except for the farmer's field in the next acre over.

They lived alone, Jonathan and Beth. Their mother had died giving birth to him, and their father and had up and left them just a week ago, not even saying a word. Jonathan, only seven and suffering from mental retardation from his problematic birth, blamed his sister Beth for everything. She was only seventeen but to him she was the source of which all evil emanated.

His red-headed sister never did anything wrong, nor treated him poorly. Quite the opposite happened after they were left alone; Beth tried to be the perfect sister and was patient with his disabilities. But she could see in his eyes, underneath his condition into his soul. Through his irises she could see a dark emotion lurking, waiting for her to come close enough to spring into action. It terrified her, and though she did love him, she was scared to be around him, scared that the shadow would emerge from his eyes and consume her.

Beth packed up their things that night, but not everything. When she was done she took Jonathan up to bed and didn't wake up until seven hours had passed.

4:19 am.

Her eyes shot open viewing the dark ceiling above her. The bed was cold and empty, sheets torn away from the spot where Jonathan had been asleep. A breath drew out to the right of her, and as she slowly turned towards the noise, she froze in shock. A pale face glared back at her with eyes she knew, the eyes that terrified her every second they were on her.

He had done this to her nights before. Beth's breath calmed down when she realized it was just Jonathan's sleep walks. She reached out a hand to him to help him back in bed when she saw a light fly, a reflection off metal he held in his hand. The knife dripped red, and as she heard the crimson drop fall and splatter to the floor, a pain shot through her abdomen. Beth clenched her jaw and reached her hand to her stomach and felt it wet. The terrifying dream that had always woven through her mind because of the fear her brother instilled in her was finally playing out before her.

Beth's eyes closed as she tried to scream out in pain. She did not see that Jonathan had raised his hand and ran the knife through her skin like butter. Cut after cut after cut. She was choking now, drowning in her own fluids, but alive enough to feel the pain.

Jonathan grabbed handfuls of her red locks and pulled her out of the bed, onto the floor, and down the short flight of stairs. His strength was unbelievably impossible for his youth, but through madness anything is possible.

Out the door, he continued to pull her onward and out towards the forest. Beth did not know, but while she had packed, he was planning his own packing. Beth felt her body fall below and land, crushed in an awkward position on her neck and shoulders. Jonathan stood above looking down, and by the look of his face, you could tell he could hear the last short breath his sister took slip away from her.

He pushed the dirt carefully over the hole, not bothered by the roaches and worms that had come along during the upturning of the soil. Sitting on his knees, he looked down over the hill and caught a glimpse of Mr. Hamilton, the farmer who owned the field next to his house. He had been spotted, and Mr. Hamilton was making his way up the hill.

And as the light began to rise up and away from the horizon, Jonathan grabbed a nearby twig and began poking at the newly formed pile of dirt, hoping, as the farmer approached, that he would not notices the few red tufts of hair escaping up out of the dark soil...

Barder and the Flying Turban: Creative Writing

His only want, escape

His only desire, freedom

To get away from all thought, and all cares

Far too much, he knew, for such a young mind

Such troubles should never afflict children as he

But with Barder everything was gone

And nothing else mattered

He was his only campanion, but the only one he'd ever need

And with his turban of orange

He knew he could go anywhere

Anywhere in his mind

And with that he set off

Flying with Barder into the sky

The only thing left to see

Were the stars of the boy's dreams

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sitting quietly in her garden of present realities
she slowly covers the seeds of life
and pulls up the weeds of sorrow
but one thing she cannot be rid of
through her peaceful, organic rehabilitation
is her violent, vehement dreams of war
in her younger years, it was a different time
the world was raging
and guns were put in the tender hands of their youth
as the planes flew over, humming madly
they knew not of right and wrong
though she knew she could forgive
she could never forget


she has a secret
locked behind sealed pink lips
she walks along the way with it
slowly... silently
no one notices
though you can feel it on the air
but until someone asks her
she won't let it roll off her tongue
and until someone finds her
she'll remain discreetly among the orchid flowers


gather up the tiny pieces
...different colors
...different pictures
...different people
...different cultures
gather up the factoids and
place them all together
they all fit,
connected perfectly
and you'll see from the greater vantange
the insignificant
creates the significant


there are always two sides,
two points to everything
everything in the world
we're all the same but
adversely the same
and through this similar difference
we find the border between opposites
finding peace on the thin glass
passing it from hand to hand


Words11

subtle: faint or delicate in quality, and therefore difficult to describe or explain

vehement: marked by extreme intensity of emotions or convictions; inclined to react violently

zealous: ardently active, devoted, or diligent

adverse: opposite; confronting

averse: strongly disinclined

blatant: brazenly obvious

alleged: doubtful; suspect; supposed

aggravate: to make worse or more severe

discreet: modestly unobtrusive; unostentatious

factoid: an insignificant or trivial fact

flout: a disdainful, scornful, or contemptuous remark or insult

forte: a strong point, as of a person; that in which one excels

disinterested: unbiased by personal interest, indifferent