Human or ThingHuman or Thing3 years ago in Free Verse
You point your gun at this being which you deem as "evil"
What is this "evil" being though?
What is accomplished by pointing your gun at it?
You may vent emotions, but that is all.
You may waste bullets, but that is all.
Do you point your gun at the gaping maw of quicksand?
You point your gun to avenge your friend
Who was consumed by it
But nothing comes out of this
This being may feel as though it is human
But it is far from.
Call it evil all you please.
Point your gun all you please.
But heed my question.
Does pointing your gun at quicksand kill it's "evil"?
Through the Witch's Eyes: Arzt KochenSURGERY CULINARY PROCEDUREThrough the Witch's Eyes: Arzt Kochen3 years ago in Free Verse
Surgery must proceed immediately on the patient's heart.
Start by inserting 40 teaspoons of anesthetic with a clean
Syringe into the patient's body. Next, remove the patch of
Skin over the infected area. Pain can be prevented with
Sauce in a heated state. After applying such anesthetic and sauce,
Slowly remove the infected organ with a washed
Spoon. Then place the infected organ on a burning
Surgical hot plate at 400°C. Pay attention to the organ as it begins to
Sizzle, because the infection will burn away then. During this time,
Salt can be added to speed up the process. After 10 minutes,
Slowly remove the organ to a clean plate with a fork. Now
Spices can be added for extra flavor. The next
Surgery will take place in 30 minutes. Itadakimasu!
A chef so fine, a doctor blind.
Beside this hope, a broken mind.
She strives to save, b
A Witch's Voice: Izabel V.2ARTISTA Witch's Voice: Izabel V.24 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
A soul of greatness from Heavens above
I bless this land with my creative heart
To be Created by Adam with God's love
With my bright mind shall I birth a new Start
From Father's chisel, I sculpt my mind's form
And with heart's Dagger, I break the Cast's shell
I birth this child of stone and beauty!
From Mother's brush, the Whiteness I transform
With colorful flames, I smite the Blank Hell!
To bring my dreams to Life! Tis my Duty!
From Picasso's soul; the brush that I wave,
The Helpless Grey of Dear Guernica's Tomb.
From the heart of Van Gogh I shall engrave
Of Rémy's Blue Night and her Stars that bloom.
My deepest stroke and stone dagger's pure wit
Sculpting my heart of purest majesty
My soul, a token to all my young peers
Lest critical eyes see as pure common spit
And witness my Art as poor Rhapsody,
My heart shall flood with red tears
My Arching soul shall reign over the weak!
To postpone the loom of cliché's rude breath,
My canvas shall hang on the
A Witch's Voice: IzabelA Witch's Voice: Izabel4 years ago in Free Verse
The chisel of my father
The brush of my mother
My own two hands
Hands blessed by God
Blessed is my soul!
I wield his power!
With my hands
I shall give birth
To something new
Something that is mine
Drawn from my blessing
Summoned from my soul
The helpless gray of Picasso
The starry night of Van Gogh
I wield their strength
I control their souls!
I triumph over all!
The eternal flame of the brush!
The immortal dagger of stone!
Become one with the canvas
Be one with the marble
Behold my art!
Gaze upon my magnum opus!
It is my masterpiece!
It is my soul!
IT! IS! ME!
A Witch's Voice: UhrmannA Witch's Voice: Uhrmann4 years ago in Free Verse
I am a dog
I am a normal dog
All the things a dog can do
I can do all those things
I am a good girl
I have always been one
They have always said that
But there's something wrong
I'm still hungry
I crave something more
Do they not see it?
It's all that I want
The only thing I want
To be loved
Love is simple and everything
Don't they see my cry?
Why don't they love me?
I crave for them
They crave for me
I hunger for Love
I want to be Loved
Loved by all