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Greater HalfThe bitter fight for the greater half,Greater Half7 hours ago in Free Verse
Rages in my spirit,
The grudges I do not desire,
Sink like stones in my heart.
To not leave them in the dust,
To be strong I must,
To fight to forgive,
To endure like a mountain against the howling winds.
But I am not rock,
I bend like seaweed in turbulent waters,
The forces I can barely bear,
Would I let them rip me apart?
As I sink in this sea,
Held down by my weak state,
The pride of my past does not exist today,
As I am.
Hands tied behind my back,
Tongue coated in poison,
Swallow or spit?
One choice is golden.
Only with water I can be cleansed,
To smooth my rough edges,
To give me will and strength,
So I can be the person I really am.
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What would you know?Please don't think you know me. Know what it was like to look at your family give those blood drenched grins and expect you to partake just as greedily as they.What would you know?8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You wouldn't know the pressure.
As soon as you get in arm's reach with the word "ally," they reach out to you... and drag you the rest of the way in. Even if your willing already, as if they're afraid you will change your mind quickly and they want their claws in you so you can't escape.
You wouldn't know the confusion.
No matter how voluntary you are, they never take their talons out of your flesh. Not for a moment. Not for a second. So that when you finally turn and try to wake from the nightmare, those claws shred you in the turn.
You wouldn't know the pain.
The skin ruptures... tendons tear and the nervous system is alive with trauma straight to the brain. Even when free at last, you feel the warm blood seeping from every limb you have. Every one they tried to nail down.
You wouldn't know the wounds.
Next comes the task of
Stubborn? Yeah i know that, so what?Stubborn?Stubborn? Yeah i know that, so what?8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, i know that word.
Beeing stubborn is not a sin,
like some might think.
Beeing stubborn is what makes me want to fight,
what makes me go on and never give up,
and is what keeps me alive.
Even when some people say "it cant be fixed",
I dont accept that answer and i keep trying until
I find out that it can trully be fixed.
Beeing stubborn allows me to ignore the word "impossible",
and allows me to eat the "im" while i think of a solution,
to solve problems that you cant understand,
and to show you everything is easy once you think about it.
So the next time someone says you're too stubborn, say thank you!
The Purest LightExhaustion found me sifting through semantics beyond the Google earth train of fanatics whistling in burrows,The Purest Light15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Attempting to burrow out but as they borrowed thoughts from ants they burrow south.
I used to try to stop them, but their fiscal dreams madden me and erode my patience,
I walk away,
let them go back to sleep.
There’s something in the long grass,
But its so ever hard to find,
I don’t dare mow for fear of killing the divine,
Though decapitation promotes growth,
But I don’t dare risk,
not knowing the kind.
Complacency is mindfulness in the grips of contrived existence,
Dribbling through a deranged constituency,
Best not to raise their brows but sulk below,
Finding a home where light seems not to tread,
The purest light was born deep,
From within a place of dread.
The Great IntenderBlack clouds hide the very sunThe Great Intender3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
aimless in darkness we run
until, a wonderous sight, we see the light
and waves of growing pain
become stacatto drops of happy rain
somedays down at the beach
the ocean makes a mighty speech
water glistens, people listen
and put away the moment's mind
to ignore the voice of time
come with me
friend of mine
what we cant quite look for
we'll surely find
some nights, silver dreams of silk
from starry skies above are spilt
into a place free from space
where creatures of art are wild
somewhere man becomes child
come with me
and what we'll see
we won't quite know
until we're free
La finalite du tout.La finalité du tout.La finalite du tout.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dans le cosmos,
Le filament des galaxies…
Dans mon cerveau,
Le filament des synapses…
En jet d’un désir,
Le filament de la vie.
La matière noire sculpte l’univers :
Est-ce donc le doigt de Dieu?
Des milliards de galaxies,
Peut-être autant d’univers parallèles,
Et où donc est Dieu dans cette immensité?
Notre Histoire en dérive,
Tout autant que cet univers :
Quelles motivations animent donc
Cette aventure, ces intrigues,
Ces agissements, ces événements?
L’Église changeant la croix pour le chevalet de torture.
L’EI en modèle des premières conversions d’une religion.
La dérive de l’Évangile au diabolique sadique.
De la bassesse impie de l’Inquisition
À la béatification des monstres inquisiteurs.
Les nonces et représentants pontificaux
Épousant la cause des pires tyrans.
Je mange des sushis et le dernier thon r
Firm/StubbronFirm/stubbornFirm/Stubbron6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stands still unable to move her feet.
Time moves by many faces are seen but unchanged and she still stands
Happy
Smiling
Glad to stand and to hold her ground.
Many have tried to move her from her ground to move her feet
Bring her to
Their unhappiness
Their greed, the darkness that lies in many of their hearts.
Some day she wishes to leave her ground, to fly in the sky, through the clouds.
Many have asked her “Why don’t you move?” all she say is “I don’t know,”.
Maybe it because she sees what happens to those who walk. They walk to the bridge of sadness, the castle of greed, the home of happiness, the library of knowledge.
She stands so still.
There’s a girl who never moves she stands in her place watching as other walk past with a smile on her face many ask her to move but she turns them away saying she is happy to stand her ground with the most pride
Prayer to VolacO Great Dragon Rider!Prayer to Volac7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of Mighty Serpents, the Father;
I come to you for I am in need
Of help, in order to succeed.
Many months I have tried.
Time after time I've been denied!
All efforts were in vain.
As I try over and over again.
Volac! You appeared before me
You told me to stand up as I tried to kneel.
May your appearance in the mist
Be proof that you're here to assist.
The PhilosopherHow to describe Men?The Philosopher8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some are thinkers
and some are ignorants.
Some are called "philosophers"
because they are curious,
and they wonder why and how
things are done.
They are the parasites between
the apathetic that decide to climb
the white fur of the rabbit inside the black top hat of the universe.
They are the ones that invite you to the brotherhood of the curious,
where life itself becomes more interesting just for doing that one thing we call: thinking.
SundayFragile silver strings criss-crossSunday3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
above my bed
and often I am told:
careful not to move my head
and sometimes it's hard
to not swallow the pill
When I awoke from that dream
it was hard to stay still
share the burden
share the light
share the little face
staring out the rear window of the car
driving by me on the sidewalk
Sta.sh