To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
You can fool the world but you can't fool God!
My faith and trust in Him will never be buried for it will never die
I hold on to patience because i know soon revenge will be knocking on your door,
Not from me, but from the one who created you and me!
What Israel Wants to HideWhat Israel Wants to Hide from the world ?What Israel Wants to Hide6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What Israel is too afraid from the world to know ?
What Israel is too afraid from the world to See ?!
What is israel is holding from Journalists and Press ?!
Why Israel prevent journalists from going to Gaza ?!
Why Israel blockage news , press from Gaza to the world ?
What israel don't want you to know ?
What Israel don't want you to see ?!
Israel don't want you to see how Dirty is it
and what bloodshed it made and doing
Israel wants you to accept its the victim
But since when the victim is the butcher
Reconsider again what Israel is ?!
Reread the History as it was
and See How Much Bloodshed Israel DID
Israel is living on Bloodshed , on Blood , on Dirt ,
On your salient , on your ignorance .
Don't be salient
Don't let them treat you as an ignorant
and SEE for Yourself what israel is hiding
and Why Israel is hiding it .
Careless Words and JudgementForgive me for the careless wordsCareless Words and Judgement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That leaked from between my lips
Thoughts I never meant to think
And never meant to speak
Whispers of my past
Crawl up within my ears
Telling me of the horrors of yesterday
The ones I missed
Including what I witnessed
You talk about your scars
You call them wars wounds of life
Yet they come from your own hand
Lead to greater suffering
In the end
Our faces streaked with dirt and tears
This might not be our fault on the surface
But deeper inside
We will realize our guilt
On judgment day
A Promise of a Life-TimeA Promise of a Life-Time5 years ago in Other More Like This
I promise you that you make me smile
you make me happy when ever your around.
You make me free as a bird out of prison,
that has just taken flight.
I promise you that I would cry if I had hurt you
you diserve the very best
and I see that now.
I promise you that I will be free of charge
if you ever need to come around again
when you need somebody to care for you
the way I do.
I promise you I won't hold anything back
from you when you ask me not to.
And I solemnly promise to you that you don't
take advantage of me
as long as you respect me for who I am and nothing more.
I will then promise to you to give you my heart
as long as you don't rip it apart
and as long as you promise to love me like you have never been hurt.
-static sea-of radios-static sea-5 years ago in Open More Like This
and crashing waves;
ancient as always
age their grace.
raindanceonce i was azureraindance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the ocean ocean ocean
and i repeated every word
because it felt so good
rolling around in my mouth.
because the sky shone with sapphires
sparkling like indian names
and my eyes shone too
when i lay on my back, with grass
slipping through my fingers
imprinting my palms
like mommy's rings
when we crossed the street.
her nails were crimson
once i was golden
like the sun sun sun
and the world poured its light
as if it were all just for me
because the world was as small
as i was
and as big as i needed it to be
big enough for mommy too
her hair was chestnut
her hair was gone
her coffin was white
the jewels i saw when i watched
the sun sun sun
rained down for the last time
TomorrowTomorrow5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Cry not for the flower that once was
Or the way of nature or just because
For you see it is this life we seize
Our aim to be or just to please
The struggle of each day that comes
So hard or simple is the bee that hums
His tune as he works all day
We fight within to find our way
I know it has been said before
That how we live defines our core
Our very being is who we are
As sure that near is just as far
We laugh and cry and often say
That life is better when we pray
For all the others and not for us
To learn to give and share the trust
We need to see and not be blind
Of what is pure and who is kind
To give in moments when needed most
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Our faith in some is often lost
But do remember at any cost
Without in what we do believe
There is no tomorrow to achieve
Just Me..I am really struggling here.Just Me..5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Not seeing the light in day and being swallowed by the darkness of the night.
Voices pound my head incessantly and shriek shrill messages until my hands cover my ears to block out what I do not want to hear.
But it doesn't help they still find their way into my mindspace.
Oh how I hate what they do to me.
How can I be alive and still breathing when I am in so much pain.
This is not me all the time, in fact I am just like you.
I walk, talk, see and breathe the same air.
But inside I am a twisted, broken mess of emotion.
Looking for help but afraid to ask. I cannot ask. Was always told to deal with my problems by myself.
I laugh nervously as I recollect snippets from my past. Never praised but always made aware of my mistakes, and they were many. Not because I was inept but because I was afr
these foolish thingsthe sky was blue when I smiled.these foolish things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you know what?
(no, no, you don't)
it felt sort of good
and there I was,
thinking you were poetic,
but all you ever did
was quote the
that had left my memory
(and all that jazz).
were Chinese takeaways
and old used familiar chop
sticks. the kinds of things
that no body would
you gave me brackets
something was going to hap
pen, I knew it.
but by then I'd forgotten
how I'd begun,
It was all I did now
"I'll find you in the morning Sun
and when the night is
blue, I'll be looking
at the Moon.
(but I'll be seeing
my disease was worsening,
and your fingers
weren't helping anymore.
Your Mythological Problems..Don't give me the bullshitYour Mythological Problems..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you love me; cause I know
You don't. Don't beautify this
Bullshit cause I just wont..
Stand here and listening
To your mythological problems.
And I wont stand here
Absorbing your mythological migranes.
Don't give me that excuses
That you keep on saying.
Cause at the end it'd only
Be you believing..
To your mythological stories
Of why you weren't home.
Don't give me the crap
Of the things that you even don't know..
Don't share the stories; Cause
I don't want to hear.
Don't give me the crap that
You want all of your problems
To dissapear. Cause if you wanted
Them; you would be here.
Just MarriedIt wasn't so much the dimly lit bar that had her feeling uncomfortable but the fact that she had so readily agreed to meet him here.Just Married5 years ago in General More Like This
Anything, or in this case anywhere for a story.
Have to follow a lead no matter how comprimising it can be.
She moved towards the bar as sleek as an alley cat. Her body scented and clothed in expensive channel and the aroma that was left in her wake had the heads of all turning to see if she looked as good as she smelt.
This would only happen in a downtown bar such as this, frequented by average Joe's who were not accustomed to a lady as fine as her.
She was used to the attention so it was nothing new to see men, with mouths open, gawking like schoolboys watching as she walked passed, her heels clicking on the hard polished floor.
As she reached the bar her eyes perused the line of stools
Only two were taken.
Both by older men in working clothes whose faces were lined
Tempt MeTempt Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With thornless roses in subtle hues
and scented enigmatic scenario's chasing
away the blues that are being played in
my mind by a never-ending cascade of emotion
With promise in every darkened shadow
hiding hopes and dreams amongst the
reality of burnt ashes and tormented travesties
With passion that ignites my body to the
point of ultimate orgasmic pleasure setting
alight the flames from deep within my soul
Till I feel with every fibre of my being
the pain of loss, of love, of fantasy and reality
mixed like cinnamon sugar but sweeter to taste
Not with pearls of hope or rubies tainted with
the blood of lover's lost and a moments regret
but with Emeralds of Green and the envy of sweet surprise
Till I can be tempted no more
Then lay me to rest amongst my thornless roses
in colours seen through my sightless eyes
remembering the places I have been
Oh Please Tempt me No more
For I have had my fill of endl
Nothing Can Compare........Nothing Can Compare........5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tendrils of color dot the landscape
giving a feeling of technicolor delight
Blooms of outrageous beauty line the fields in
rows like toy soldiers
Their stems so ramrod straight and proud
The earth in which nature flourishes
A shade of dark ochre and as rich as treacle
Trees so tall and grown with the hardship of many years
Etched with furrowed wrinkles
in the bark that covers their solid trunks
The coat of many colors made of leaves that
drip off every branch in dancing unison and
moving with the singing breeze that flows through
every space and time
A sight to behold is this land of ours
Nothing can compare
to how simple and true life can be
Humming sounds of insects and the rustling of distant shadows
engulfing the last rays of light that sends nature to its rest
Flowers close their weary buds and wrap leaves
around themselves like a cloak of soft woolly down
Blades of grass lay down in the gust of the night wind
fighting against the ulti
Dream LoverSpeak to me silentlyDream Lover5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sweet words in my head
As I lay here alone
In my vast dreamy bed
Thoughts of you racing
Like the beat of my heart
Knowing I loved you
right from the start
Compassion and promise
are gifts shared with you
Given with honesty
and friendship that's true
Though miles can separate
The ache is still real
I long to hold you
To see and to feel
My dream to be reality
Place me by your side
No need for pretence
Nothing to hide
Love can be found
so pure and so sweet
Pressed in our hearts
Not destined to meet
Just close your eyes
And feel I am there
Know of my love
and that I do care
Life Is A PuzzleLife is a Puzzle.Life Is A Puzzle5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Each piece is scattered throughout our time here on Earth and it is up to us to find the pieces and place them exactly where they belong.
It will not be easy.
In fact we will not know what the pieces are or where they may be hidden.
It could be as simple as a revelation.
Or a random act of kindness.
Maybe in the shape of another human being who may teach us the meaning of something profound.
Perhaps a journey through a tumultuous time that will give us an insight to courage and hope.
It could be as simple as feeling the heat of the sun on our skin and at that precise moment revel in how warm and pleasing it feels.
As confusing as the wetness of a tear as it slides down your cheek to make you realize that you can cry when you are happy as well as sad.
Or an aroma so inviting that it can stir your senses to overload and enable you to feel an abundance of emotions ranging from ecstasy to fear.
Maybe it will be a moment in a memory that was placed in one's mind and then f
AcceptanceMulberry wine on a summer's dayAcceptance5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inhaling the scent of new mown hay
The softness of rain resting on my cheek
Kisses of love that make me weak
Children laughing with sheer happiness
Natures true glory in it's colourful dress
These favourites memories I keep in a treasured place
To sort through and remember for just in case
I need to be reminded that life can really be good
For mixed with my sadness most surely would
Make me complete and who I should be
To open my eyes and really see
When one life is lost another will start
To fill in the void and then to take part
In healing our soul and giving us hope
That naught is forgotten and we will cope
The days will be filled with who they were
With how much they meant and the feelings they stir
Time will heal wounds or share us our place
To find us our company or give much needed space
Such wonderment in this world for us
To never forget and always trust
That with each day something new will begin
May we walk unaided or just stumbling
A hand wil
SuddenlyGoodbyes said in too much haste,Suddenly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with regrets in shades of grey.
Repressed anger and frayed emotion
with promises broken, for reasons only seen
through rose-coloured glasses,
on the faces of nameless people.
Days in monotone, clouded with desire and
the hope of disquise, given by the marionette
with no strings.
Screaming the answers we need to hear, but
still the lonliness is felt, in a room filled with
bodies with no souls.
The acrid smell of desperation is so potent, as
to take away our breath, and leave us gasping
for the very air we breathe.
Saturated in the belief that torment is all encompassing,
and our free will is locked in a Pandora's box,
struggling with ego and self pity.
Too much to deal with, and set aside in rows
of matchbox cars, and only played with when
Life is as sudden as a tempest on the horizon,
or as drawn out as a mindgame of chess, with
too many pieces in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, is what I feel and suddenly, is
IshqObsession and PassionIshq5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust and Love
Longing and caring
Thinking of you
And so much more
Beyond all logic
A love that burns
Hotter than fire
A pain that
An ache that
A loyalty that
Is truly blind
A trust unlike
Any other kind
A feeling of awe
That this person
Might be mine
A surrender of
My very soul
My heart is yours
For all time
All of this
Into one word
That you can't
But a feeling
Someday you will
A single word:
A Cat's Smile Chapter oneTick, tick, tick.A Cat's Smile Chapter one5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Isabella dismissed the noise as one of daddys contraptions for the show. Not worth worrying about.
What she had to worry about though was her and her familys last circus performance in the run down town ever. Pathetic excuses for houses lined the streets, the biggest ones about the size of her bedroom from childhood.
They were all jumbled together, and made of god knows what with leaky roofs of hay and mud. Floors were either packed down dirt or, if someone was really lucky, worn down, scuffed wood. Most of the houses shed been through in that town had little if any furniture, maybe a few mats for beds and a fireplace full of soot.
Lucky for her, daddy had managed to buy a really big, emerald green carpet with gold flowers stitched throughout it to cover the dangerous wooden floor. Vampires like her and her family had to watch out for wood, one good hit with it could kill them.
Isabella sighed, and peered at her reflection in the mirror of the
APH: Nie czuje nicAPH: Nie czuje nic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Czy wiecie jak to jest być intruzem we własnym domu? Traktowanym nie lepiej niż mebel? Ukrywającym się w piwnicy byle tylko nie zostać znalezionym? Nie wiecie? Ja niestety tak Czułem się tak przez wiele, wiele dni miesięcy a nawet lat.
Bo wiecie mój dom zawsze był dla mnie jakby ostoją. Moim własnym kawałkiem świata; miejscem w którym mogłem robić co mi się żywnie podobało. Niekontrolowany przez nikogo byłem wolny i szczęśliwy. Dni dzielone na nicnierobienie i nicnierobienie z Torisem płynęły leniwie. Mój dom rozrastał się i kurczył. Nowe pokoje pojawiały się czasem znikąd i równie szybko znikały. Wojny przychodziły i odchodziły nie gnębiąc mnie za bardzo. Powoli rosłem w siłę nawet tego nie zauważając.
Aż przyszedł TEN dzień.
Dirty Little Five Letter WordI like itDirty Little Five Letter Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I make
A childs arm shrivel.
It thrills me
To turn strong legs useless.
Something to drag around.
To have such an effect on people
Is real power.
My whole purpose, you see, is to
Dash the expectations of youth
Like baby seals
Smashed for their downy-silk coats.
And to steal breath.
Full breath. Cleansing breath.
At every opportunity.
Its so fun.
I get to play
With the children.
The ones who have
So much growing to do.
So much exploring.
So much learning.
Ill put a stop to that.
You might not know me.
Im not often discussed
In polite company.
But Ill bet that your parents knew me.
I was the terror that
Kept them awake
Those hot summer nights.
And in the right neighborhoods
Mothers and fathers tremble
At my name
I laugh about that.
And I keep laughing
As I watch another child stumble
For no apparent reason
Knowing that he will
Never pull himself up
On to two feet again.
Keeper of my SoulWho is the Guardian of my soul?Keeper of my Soul5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I lay trembling.
My knees under my chin, in a fetal position, trying to feel the security of the womb.
We all revert back to when we have felt our safest, be it with clear mind or unconsciously.
My skin takes on the pallor of the dead, tinged with regret and the unmistakable feeling of loneliness.
So many moments have passed in my life and I still feel that they could of been played so much better.
My red-rimmed eyes hold such sadness and the evidence of dark nights of no sleep, too many tears and a longing look of where I should be.
A breath so deep it catches my heart.
I can feel it beat so fast and yet I do not feel alive.
I am cold.
Outside the sun is shining but inside my soul it is dark and holds no warmth.
Yet I burn.
Every fibre of my being has the heat of a thousand embers but I am still cold.
This time I forget to exhale and pray for the unconscious to take me to a place of peace and lay me down
And yetTorment felt like searing barbsAnd yet5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through the heart of existence
praying for mercy and finding naught
Shadows so all encompassing to send you
on a mindless rage through darkened doorways
with no beginning and no end
Scream, scream if you must but see pain
as the savior in finding your sanity on
the yellowed pages of your mind
My tears they fall as slivers of angst
piercing the uncertainity that is felt
as our footsteps leave their mark
Mists of tomorrow parted with the strength
of a thousand armies marching to the
beat of the same drum
Tell me I am not wrong in dreaming the
splendor of a world united with the same
goals and not means to an end
When calm is found be resplendent
as dew found on tendrils of grass
in the early morning light
Then place me in abundant fields of lavender
engulfing my senses to the sweet scent of
a new start
See the dawn breaking amongst burning
bridges and fallen heroes holding fast
to the key of humanity
Chapter1 Death in The BasementDeath in The Basement-Chapter 1Chapter1 Death in The Basement5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In the depths of a basement of an abandoned house, were two men, no one man, one boy, plotting a murder HA! Its a good thing were working together, Id hate to be-a deathly pause overcomes the room as Seth fumbles with a stack of files, Her he pulls out a file of a woman, name, Sandra, Sandra Coleman their next victim, his partner nods, Silently they set to work, digging up more hidden files as the hours passed trying to find a alibi, and suspects, which murder weapon they should use . to form the perfect natural death. You see no-one needed to know how she really died, heck, throw her in a trash compacter, for all he cared, thought Seth.
He didnt fully trust his partner, which speaking off, he glances up to meet the pair of red eyes, drug addict no doubt, I chuckle to myself. Your lives pretty screwed I mumb