Love Cycle Love only brings pain,Love Cycle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pain only brings depression,
Depression can only bring suicide,
Suicide brings relief to you,
But pain to others,
Because they loved you.
Then the Love Cycle repeats itself,
Over and Over,
Again and Again.
So why do we love
It is because we can not help it,
And we all need a little bit of love in our lives,
Or our life is just a black abyss,
A meaningless void.
This is my view on life and love.
And have a miserable day.
I miss your touchI miss your touchI miss your touch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your gentle caresses,
How you would lightly
Brush your skin to mine,
Your sweet, full lips
And loaded kisses,
And powerful squeezes.
I miss your exploration,
Scouting out my body:
Every crest and valley
With your hand and kiss alike.
I miss your thrusts
and how you swelled within me,
Filled me with love,
But left me so empty.
I miss you so much.
a woman's fate - annotatedMy Fate (annotated)a woman's fate - annotated6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To marry (after all, ninety something percent of the population does)
a man ( lesbian marriage is still frowned upon)
with a perfect ( she cannot help it either)
mother and (who now expects me to live up to her role)
to have kids (as most couples do)
maybe two or three (the average is 2.2)
but perhaps four ( as did my mother, and hers)
to love them (who could resist?)
to cook ( a way to show love to my husband)
to clean ( devotion to my family)
drive the kids to dance ( this country frowns on public transportation)
and football (the boys will refuse to heed my warnings).
Perhaps never to use ( so much here goes wasted)
any college degrees (should have taken Home Ec)
never to resume my ( I felt I wouldn't)
former hobbies ( I could sing, draw, write, and sculpt)
to have no wish (that's not in the job description)
for a career ( no room between 6 and midnight for a 9 to 5).
To push back (against collapse)
and hide my feelings (they'd intrude on the hugs and kisses)
Make it count...Make it count...Make it count...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It was a cold evening, one of those that surprises you right after the summer days are gone, but before the autumn ones really start. I was walking, lost in the music playing in my ears, just thinking in the beat of my own steps on the hard asphalt. It wasn't late, but it was dark already and the road ahead of me was a blurry line of light and dark circles. Up ahead, one street light just died, ruining the evenness of it all.
Suddenly, a girl appeared in front of me, speeding somewhere. I watched her walking. She was smaller than me, but her steps were long and fast and I was wondering where she is going in such a hurry. Out of the dark patch a young boy stepped out. He was maybe seventeen, eighteen years old. They stopped for a second, facing each other, and then continued walking at a certain distance in front of me, blissfully unaware of my existence and the world around them as only teenagers can be. They were a fresh couple, I realized and smiled. They haven't eve
The Scariest Ones of AllYou humans call us rotten. You call us disgusting. You call us monsters. But I ask you? If we are monsters, then what the hell are you?!!!The Scariest Ones of All6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hunt just like we do. You hurt, you maim...you kill. And you dont kill in the name of nature like us. You kill because you can. You kill even when it's not part of the plan. You murder for greed, for sex, for power. Your kind will keep on slaughtering 'til your final hour. You brand us cannibals. But you savagely consume you own too. You may not feast on flesh but you callously gorge on the faith and dreams of others. You devour the livelihoods of your sisters and brothers. You hungrily dine on tendons of integrity and smile while digesting the hearts of honesty.
You say that were dead inside, that our hearts are petrified. But youre the ones whose hearts are ridden with the larvae of apathy and hate and pumps blood that runs unbearably cold.
Zombies -- we most cert
sulcate.he says he is green.sulcate.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i can't imagine the many colours that green could be.
i could see him being from a separate country than this
one. once, he described to me his first experience in a
prang. i decided no one from this country spoke like
that. a car crash is a car crash. not a prang.
i tried to imagine all the colours that green could be.
i sat him down in front of the sand dunes, and we discussed
words from the dictionary. it was twenty three minutes we
spent arguing about the correct pronunciation of sulcate
words. bio-pic, bi-opic. he told me not to use the word
sulcate in such context.
i imagine that blue could be green, if the weather permitted.
i knew i could trust him, because he could muster straight,
clean lines with a red-violet crayola. i wanted the red-violet
crayola. instead, i was given the colour of mauvelous.
so we sat on the picnic bench, and dusted the wood with wax.
i can't imagine the many colours that green could be.
he says he is green,
and i assume, that bl
perfume.i. honey and sulfur,perfume.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the smell of the sky exploding at three
in the morning when you are so deeply
ii. wax and marmalade,
the smell of childhood friends, and the fire
that destroyed twenty seven years of
iii. moss and salt,
the smell of images strewn across the kitchen
table. all perfect realities telling their stories,
only moments before a phone call breaks
your entire world.
iv. dust and sugar,
the smell of a rotting attic, filled with lace and
six days.i can feel the pulse in the palm of my hand.six days.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers are pressed heavily around my
ears, and i can feel the intricacy of my finger
prints on my skin. i know i have ink in my hair,
my memories are playing sick games, like
rape to all senses, killing time to become,
once more, profound.
im sitting in the ocean, and there are sounds
from every city in my eyes. my hands still engulf
my ears, but i can hear the electricity of the
world. the hum of the wind is irrelevant, as is
the comfort of the ocean, cold and rough. i have
become taken by the ground, attached. where
i can not float in the rain.
each crease of my skin becomes irregular, and
foreign. for seconds, i forget i am alive. in the folds
of the dirt, my pulse rests steadily, and my throat
feels heavy. i am told that the ocean never lived,
and my mind carries on as a child. but i can feel
my finger prints on my neck, and i know, very well,
that i am just fine.
the sleeping poem.you're sleeping in the snow (this is something i know); and your breathing like august or june. your sheets are green, this is all i have seen. you are breathing like august or june.the sleeping poem.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(arms and chest and neck)
you are asleep in the sun, hair dry and wrung; your stillness is moving and blind. your bedsheets are plum. wind, beat and drum. your stillness is moving and blind.
(hands and legs and knees)
pleasures of the damned.i am the nest of your chest.pleasures of the damned.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wild white gates,
your dark fingers lay.
okay, it's okay.
hush i'll sleep here anyways.
winter noons are monsoons,
fishing for knees to pray on;
the vivacious vultures bay.
say, it's okay.
hush i'll sleep here anyways.
NachtDunkelheitNacht7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dein Antlitz von jeglichem Licht befreit
Eingehüllt in dieses Schwarz
streifst du deine tägliche Haut ab
und gibst dich innig dem hin
was verborgen bleibt
Im Schutze des Schattens
nimmst nur du es war
bist du dein eigener Herr
und kostest den Rausch
Träume sind eine sanfte Vergewaltigung
gegen die du dich nicht wehren kannst
Mal nimmst du sie wahr
und mal nicht
Als ein unterbewusster Spiegel
zeigen sie dir all deine Seiten
zeigen sie dir unbekannte Welten
Erfüllt von Lust, Schmerz und Furcht
Wir haben gelernt
uns in die Arme des Dunklen zu flüchten
indem wir einfach die Augen schließen
und der Helligkeit den Eintritt versagen
die Zauberwelt zu beenden
indem wir die Augen aufschlagen
atmend und mit klopfendem Herzen
Keep the strengthMy dear friends, who are walking in your Christian life, there is a bountiful amount of things you must remember if you want to inherit eternal life! There will be trials of pain, sorrow, guilt, and discrimination! Please keep the faith and strength in Christ, because He walked that long and painful road before in His life! Read this passage my siblings!Keep the strength6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Signs of the End of the Age
1Jesus left the temple and was walking away when his disciples came up to him to call his attention to its buildings. 2"Do you see all these things?" he asked. "I tell you the truth, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down."
3As Jesus was sitting on the Mount of Olives, the disciples came to him privately. "Tell us," they said, "when will this happen, and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?"
4Jesus answered: "Watch out that no one deceives you. 5For many will come in my name, claiming,