ExpressionMy Body is not big enough for what is going on insideExpression8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I throw the paint down, write words upon words
Hoping to capture the thoughts and ideas,
I write of journeys and motions, the paint turns into colours and birds
The activity is frantic, to start with the therapy is not clear
Whether it will go somewhere, end; I feel flutters of fear
But I trust in the process, the waiting, and being
The miniature explosions that ripple through my bones
Trying to tear through my skin, leave my body to air
Under the pressure my mind and muscle groans
Yet here on the page, the meaning starts to appear
The imagery, the language, the symbols speak to the mind
At times I'm not sure who is in control, me or the paper
At times I'm scared I'll use so much colour I'll go blind
And the paper fills. The thoughts sit still for a moment
Peace is had, nothing is boiling over.
My soul is simmering nicely, like water in the pot
Until the next spark of a match that heats up the mix
Of emotions, ideas, thoughts
America M-I-N-U-T-E-M-E-NWake up every morningAmerica M-I-N-U-T-E-M-E-N7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyday could be the day,
the gun is polished at the door,
we've got a minute before--
“The British are coming,
the British are coming!”
Take your marks.
Welcome to Massachusetts,
where the militia chooses
who and who to shoot.
The English have their evil,
drinking their upheaval.
It's a wonder why,
they come back spry
as we dump them
all in Boston.
Bang starts the revolution
clear around the world.
A start for North America:
the game for France's mania.
And finally 17,000 men take their—
And finally it all comes crashing—
Online argumentsTheir words like drops of acid rainOnline arguments22 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my skin irrigate the pain
that grows with every passing day -
I wish I could weed it out my way,
with lethal force in my own hands,
like a god who 'gainst mortals stands -
but bound by distance and loneliness
I cannot fill the emptiness
with the blood of this flock of sheep
who, their cozy stables to keep,
act like wolves if I disagree.
So I've decided not to see
their words no more: click Block and forget,
for now, existential regret -
a day will come, when seas no more
stretch 'tween me and the golden shore
where I can own my life again
with a steel-boned friend in my hand.
continued storyThe poor boy's pleas were never heardcontinued story4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's been drowning in tears
Consumed by fear
He is curled up crying
Incased in disgusting thorny tangles
UntitledSometime in early 2008...Untitled5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone.
Constantly surrounded by
friends, yet still
A bad head space.
I do things
I said I'd never do.
Self respect dribbles
from between my
like the seed
of so many
I give myself. Freely.
"Would you like
("Will you suck
float into my
over bottles of
They don't even
The sound of my
comes in the form of
I am released.
A forgotten little
A forgotten little
Tearful realityYet another stupid mistake?Tearful reality8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And on my part too...
It only took one wrong move for you to make your mind up.
Not even a single glance back
Ignoring the urge as if it were nothing new,
Your confidence radiant as you walk out door.
A quivering voice trails behind you,
its echo haunting your new dreams and desires.
Might regret be in your eyes when I come to mind?
Could your hate have finally ripped me from your memories?
Tossing me out and watching me fall at last?
Was a death meant for the cold hearted,
A demise that meant freedom to the victor.
And I shall never rise again, My love.
Heart shattered and existence now useless.
Nowhere to hide from such agony in my mind.
20 CONSEJOS DE LA VIDAHAGA una pausa de mínima de 5 a 10 minutos por cada 2 horas de trabajo, a lo máximo. Repita estas pausas en su vida diaria y piense en usted, analizando sus actitudes.APRENDA a DECIR NO, sin sentirse culpable, o creer que lastima a alguien. Querer agradar a todos es un desgaste enorme.PLANEE su día, pero deje siempre un buen espacio para cualquier imprevisto, consciente de que no todo depende de usted.CONCÉNTRESE en apenas una tarea a la vez. Por mas ágil que sean sus cuadros mentales, usted se cansa.OLVÍDESE de una vez por todas de que usted es indispensable en su trabajo, su casa o su grupo habitual. Por más que eso le desagrade, todo camina sin su actuación, salvo usted mismo.DEJE de sentirse responsable por el placer de los otros. Usted no es fuente de los deseos, ni el eterno maestro de ceremonia.PIDA AYUDA siempre que sea necesario, teniendo el buen sentido de pedírsela a las personas correctas.SEPARE los problemas reales de los imagin20 CONSEJOS DE LA VIDA4 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You've Got to Hide Your Love Away (Haiku Version)Remember, AlexYou've Got to Hide Your Love Away (Haiku Version)2 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
While your love for her is pure
You are a girl too
Hive Mind: Ariels IHive Mind: Ariels I3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ariel death encoded penalty,
Bombs speaking wind's hollow soul eclipse of life's forgotten people memory, No truer words were ever spoken in the balance of escaping the hate algorithm of violence imbued by greed's ongoing world submission conflict, Doubt of the endless white moral labyrinth eroded into grey disposable trenches where the only threat is a pacifist's hive theoretical mind breeding vulture feeding plagiarism rhetoric from the polluted dead!
In lieu of our participation in,
Breeding a despicable future generations load!
WaltzA crystal, a very long crystalWaltz1 hour ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hanging down from golden couplings
Down below rings the pristine
Sombre sounds of the cello's strings
Humans, their feet's percussion distinct
Waltzing to the echoes of the treble
The bass merely a sugarcoat
Tchaikovsky's cannons being lit
And boom they go, shaking the palace
Yet the lovers feel nothing but lust
A crystal, a slightly shaken crystal
Swaying with its kin above the oblivious
Boom goes the cannons once more
Fractures and fissures form along its skin
Hands applaud as the last note is bowed
And fall, the crystal did
Breaking into glitter as it strikes
The eyes of the man that did not listen.
emerald meadows (haiku way)emerald meadows-emerald meadows (haiku way)3 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
autumn trances of summer
dreamt by wistful men
CloudsCloudsClouds28 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or are they
StagioniL'alba di stagioni di morteStagioni4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
rompe il silenzioso procedere
con secchi boati di fucile.
Inutile è il dolore
per il tragico destino
di fatali incontri esistenziali.
Gli errori perpetrati dall'uomo
alle fatiche del creato,
ritornano con ciclica incoscienza,
mentre il cieco istinto di morte
i crisantemi in ricordo della sepolta Coscienza.
the voice of my heart.wind blowsthe voice of my heart.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart start to tremble
in silence, Oh how I want to sleep
I want my bedtime, I want to dream
but my heart beat makes a scream
nonsense? it may sound so
but with this beat inside my soul
it's hard to sleep
it's hard to breathe
so I ask: "my heart, my heart, what do you try to tell my soul"
Deviant Art Adventures Back To SchoolMe: *opens locker and takes a book out* We're sad, we're confessin', that school is back in session, I sure learned my lesson *smirks and aims a water gun at Nix*Deviant Art Adventures Back To School2 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nix: *sees and quickly takes it away* I actually had fun!
Flashy: I'm filed with Elation! I'm back from that vacation!
Teacher: Welcome back to DA U, For a new school year *holds up a test*
Me: Yikes, A test!
Nix: I need rest!
flashy: I'm living in fear
PPG: Peter Ramsey Was a Pity.
Ruby: At least I got my kitty
Psycho: *comes out from a crate* No more crate, I now look great!
Girls in back: We've been out done! *covers themselves*
Acey: Tunnels, and car games
Flashy: Boy that trip was sure lame
Acey: *brings in Jason* Here's our friend, what's his name?
Flashy: *eyes widen* Someone Call a cop! *runs*
All But Flashy: You viewers are lucky
Jason: Hey where the heck is flashy? *chases him*
All But flashy: When weather gets mucky you can take it from the top! Friends remember roll around when the school bell sounds, never
My LightOnce in a dream there was only me.My Light6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow of a person missing their light.
A light that was thrown into a black sea of nothing.
Out of mind, out of sight.
My eyes closed tight I wasn’t aware of the sun.
It was beating against me, pushing and urging me to open my eyes.
To see the fluorescent glow that stood before me.
The essence of my missing light.
My eyes fully opened now I took it and hold it close.
Afraid if I loosen my grip it will burn out.
Even though there has been some pushing and pulling, some highs and lows.
Without a doubt, this is the light I have been searching for.
It burns brighter then it ever did.
My life feels much warmer.
My world so much brighter.
I never gave up, I remained a fighter.
It may have taken five years.
And felt like a lifetime of fears.
But my vision, my life, my world is clearer
With you being near.
HomeAs a river flows to seaHome7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So does life flow out of me
It is the speed of human plight
A love that's wrong but feels so right
Like bells that chime into the wind
As fleeting as ones thoughts within
The ghosts of every young affair
They link the chains that hold you there
The time for wisdom was the past
Abstained the truth and let us crash
And as the river turns to stone
So does the path that pointed home
The Horrendous FigureI awake to see a tall, gaunt figureThe Horrendous Figure5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whose mangled form could not have been human
And whose hospital robes reflected faint moonlight
Observing me from the opposite end of the room
The door was behind him
So I made a mad dash
Only to collide with a mirror
DEAR DEAD BROTHERSometimes I live under the crumbled whiteDEAR DEAD BROTHER2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
& sometimes under the plain dark shade,
still nothing changes
as you are no longer here
oh my dear guardian,
oh my dear dead brother,
Looking around for you
as you were always bringing me supper
Since the time I couldn't wash my poop
To the time I entered my youth,
Why did you go?
Giving it all away so cheap,
and leaving this pain to bare
as a cost, as a weep,
Now say my brother,
What will you save?
What will you send home?
I remember when you gave up,
Did you get tired of the bragging
or did life felt easy to drown?
You talked about wealth,
you talked about greed,
You talked about loses,
but what about your health?
Now you don't breath
& you lay as a fossil,
20 years you gave away on my growth
Taking care of me was your oath
Then why did you break it?
Leaving me here alone to loath,
Here I am,
Apologizing to the sky
for the last words I had laid by,
But why did you leave
without even saying good bye?
Now I stand here with these memories
Jumping Trees, Flying CarsReverie,Jumping Trees, Flying Cars3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the F5 button in my,
keyboard of life.
The thing that takes me,
from zero to sixty.
learning my first strokes,
of a different ball game,
with a ball much smaller than a watermelon,
that I used to kick around,
in my dirty cleats, and the dusty kits.
I toss the ball up to the heavens,
and I see,
birds turning into airplanes,
trees vivid, with life,
their soft words,
in a breezy melody.
in my classroom I am,
chalk letters dance, the blank plank glares at me.
My queen of hearts,
My crush extraordinaire,
she stands besides me,
“Hello.” I try to say,
but the words just aren’t coming,
they’re burning in my thorax,
like I had just downed a cup of hot cocoa
in one gulp.
she’s waving at me,
“Are you ok??” She asks,
things get blurry,
all I see are the metal pirates grinning,
hanging on her white, shiny teeth,
and going “Arrrgggh!! What
Mayour mother is the start of allMa2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the face of God to fledgling man
a voice of Kosmos out of Khaos
the one that preaches life
she is the scale upon which worth and weal and woe are weighted
the form from which your ideas come rightly
of life and love and womanhood
and perhaps the final voice you hear before you go to Mother Earth
so was she good or was she ill
was she a totem of love or else despair
and in her image what shall you be
the glass seen rough or tenderly?
shall you carry on unthinking
or give it thought where your honour lies
I ask you kindly speak to me
your answer will only change the world
...Please, just bring me a chair,...4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I may stand under the post.
Teach me to tie a noose, ‘cause
I’ve been stranded on the tracks too long,
Waiting for the train
rusty mirrorsthe decay of champagne on your breath tastesrusty mirrors5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like salt and fire, a fever dancing to the rhythm of
broken glass. you and i are ghosts haunting ruins
in a poisoned ocean -- composed of marble, smoke
and steel, we are prisoners in this concrete universe.