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
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)
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
I want..I want you to pick me apart,I want..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so that you can find the love buried in me,
to know that this heart had your name tattooed on it.
I want you to slip into dreams,
so that for once I can put you on the pedestal you deserve,
and let you be the ruling power.
I want you to close my eyes,
so that I can remember the perfect moments we shared,
with so much clarity and vision.
I want you to linger with shallow pleasures,
loosing themselves like butter upon your tongue,
souvenirs of better times, of rich love.
I want to wake up and find you,
enclosed in my arms, lost in this world of shadowed light,
and linger for a moment while I stare at how perfectly our bodies align.
I want above all else one thing,
the thing the gods deem more powerful then stars,
I want your love.
Memories of LoveMemories of LoveMemories of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.
- Author unknown
Nanny, I remember the Queen Anne house and the sound of the cars going by on Aurora Ave.
I remember picking blackberries in the front yard until my fingers and clothes were permanently stained, with you watching me from the kitchen window while doing the dishes.
The forget-me-nots that were growing along the path, with blue bells growing around the house, and the old fish pond.
The rug in the living room with the circle design on it that I would run around on until I got so dizzy I fell down.
The creaky stairwell that leads downstairs and the steep staircase that leads upstairs.
The sound of the piano playing right before I fell asleep.
Riding the bus into downtown Seattle and seeing the Great Seattle Fire exhibit at the Museum of History and Industry.
Surviving Love"I love you"Surviving Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a silly phrase
Everyone says it
But very few know the true meaning behind it
I guess they want to say it,
Feel like they NEED to say it,
Simply to know someone cares,
At least a little
But how can you pick the real from the fake?
That's a fact
The fakes are chipper,
While the real smile,
But it's just an act
They're dying inside
They just don't want people to know
For then they would seem weak
And they've felt weak their entire life,
Because no one knows the true dangers of love
Because no one's strong enough to talk about it
If they were,
People wouldn't long for it so much
They would run away
Far, far away
When you're in love,
It tears at your soul
It eats at your body
Consuming cell after cell
Until you can't take it anymore
You bury yourself in blankets
Not because you want to,
But because you have to
These are the people you need to fear
Who may appear weak on the outside,
YouYou, who caused my depression,You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who fueled my fierce aggression,
Made me go from active to passive.
I dedicate to you these few lines;
I'm sending you these few signs.
You, who made me unhappy,
Who broke me into pieces--
Broke my heart into pieces,
You're the reason for my sorrow,
The reason why I'm below zero.
You, who brought me from color to grayscale,
Who dropped me from heaven straight to hell,
Whom I think about night and day
You're the reason why I fade to gray
Every morning before I go away.
You, who can look at yourself in the mirror
And feel no regret, remorse, or any bitter taste,
I once wished you nothing but the best
And hoped that someday you'd taste
But remember, lady luck can bite into
Hurt anyone, next one could be you
So kneel and pray for your future,
When happiness' taste will turn bitter.
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.
There's Nothing Wrong With YouThere's Nothing Wrong With You5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We didn't come to Dharma Gaia thinking we would be doing any big time spiritual work. But apparently being in a mindfulness and meditation center for a week all alone sets your mind chugging. We went into the library and found a book entitled, There is Nothing Wrong with You.
The main point the book wanted to make was that punishing yourself to keep yourself in line? Does jack shit. It does not make you a better person, or even make your behavior better in the long run. It certainly does not make you happier.
It's true. Some people we know, it seems, are always chasing this magical thing that once they do it, everything will be all better right now. With some multiples, it's integration, or completely destroying someone in the system. ("Once all these bad parts of me disappear, I won't be bad anymore! And because I won't be bad anymore, everything will be okay and my life will comp
the cellisti love the way you hold your cello;the cellist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hands cupping the sides of the
a sleeping lover laid patiently in
sometimes i want to take her place,
to set your knees around my hips and your
hands about my waist;
to feel your hands search my neck and breasts, my throat;
your bow against my front.
i want you to wake me with your touch,
fingers dancing across my chest and
your breath warm on my ear, palms
digging in my sides.
shyly, i will yawn a thousand sleepy stars,
gauzy angel's wings,
hallelujahs pouring from my lips.
after a while,
the notes may burn my tongue,
but that is nothing
to the resinous heat of music roving
over my body like a golden hand