VoyageLet's journey to old and distant points of light.Voyage5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the one's of most wise elements.
to the edge of creation.
Let's dive the depths
of superb pressure.
to the dark parts of oblivion.
Let's wander the colossal expanse
of sensory nirvana.
to limitless conception.
Let's trek through the cracks and crevices
of life's contemplation.
to caverns of ethereal salvation.
Let's pass through the ring
of time's fiery womb.
to our next incarnation.
Without a destination.
asea, tonightasea, tonight11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
Of Doves and RavensBlissfully pure and sweetOf Doves and Ravens7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like ignorance (or love)
I can't ignore the heat-
I must shoot down the dove.
Give me ravens black as sin
Let me lead the passion in
Leave my sins upon the ash
But make my heart burn just as fast.
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cracked, wooden photo frame, which had a photo still in it. He shook the ashes out the cracked photo frame before lifting it up to show me.
"Al remember this photo? I'm surprised it's still in good condition." He said, facing it towards me. I stepped closer to him and glanced at the photo. It was a photo of us as young boys with mother, mum held
SacrificeSacrifice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
Sfaturi pentru apocalipsaNumele meu este Doctor Hororis Calauza .Neck.[pentru admiratoare MC Big.Neck] Sunt seful Resuscitarii ergonomice si Managerul pentru apocalipse al Echipei Neaose de Fugi cat Potzi ca Oricum nu ai Unde(ENFPOU), cea mai experimentata in domeniu. Nu stim daca informatiile din acest articol vor salva pe cineva, dat fiind faptul ca apocalipsele sunt rare.Sfaturi pentru apocalipsa10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Am conceput 875 de variante posibile de apocalipsa, si voi incerca in randurile care vin, sa exemplific una din ele, specificand ca s-ar pute sa nu aiba nici o legatura cu subiectul, nici cu faptul ca nu ma intereseaza daca sunt persone bolnave de inima sau cap ce vor citi sau vor pune in aplicare metodele.
In 1996 am facut un film care a demonstrat metodologia mea de
supravietuire ca fiind corecta. Luati din frigider setul de oua care ve la lazat mamica plecata la istambul cu vecinul turc. Dupe care procedati la inchiderea usii la frigider si la gonirea cu picioru' a animalelor nehranite de o zaptamana (nu luati in seama sunete
Happy Mothers Day Black DeathBlack DeathHappy Mothers Day Black Death7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mommy, are you feeling quite fine?
Why do you lay so cold and still?
The doctor said he could not help,
That this was more than a petty chill
The doctor said this terrible fever
Has come, and gone, and past
But there is more he will not tell
He doesn't think you'll last
But please Mommy don't die on me
Please get up and dance around
Or even just talk, a whisper
Murmer one little sound?
You're up, wait, what are you doing?
Dancing? You shouldn't listen to me
I just want to know you're alive
Not dead like a fallen tree
Your limbs are flailing, sporadically
Until your face is snowy white
The boils on your neck look to burst
Your fingers as dark as night
The flailing suddenly haults
All your movement suddenly stops
Blood drains from your eyes
As you lean and finally drop
Oh Mommy, Mommy, you can't be dead!
Not you, not now! Please speak to me!
Mommy, please turn over on your back
Mommy, I just need you to breathe!
The boils are cutting off your breath!
You may live if I pop the