PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy8 years ago in Open More Like This
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Words and MeaningsWords and Meanings4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You must understand that I am a writer. I am not a pragmatist. When I say that I love you, my feelings are far deeper and far more complicated. When I say I would die for you, my idea of death is twisted and not made of any form of repentence at all. When I say I would kill for you, it's not just metaphorical or metaphysical murder I speak of.
But when I say I find you more poignant than the moment I stood above Mary Shelly's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the emotions that welled inside my body...then I must find you very poignant indeed.
Touch her lovingly, ruthlesslyIt scares me that I scares you.Touch her lovingly, ruthlessly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could say something poetic. I could say, don't worry
for the day you'll break my heart, my body
pulling itself inwards to stay warm, my chest
rehearsing concave hollows. You make it so hard
to be lonely that I have
to practice when you're not around, my fingers
tracing the indents of my joints, pushing into
their weakness. If you ever want
to dismantle a woman, start here.
If you ever want to dismantle a woman,
say she's your biggest fear. Let her fall in love with you. Then pull her apart,
gently. The hard part is done. Her pieces
are yours for the taking.
September 1st, 2009.it was September &September 1st, 2009.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this time you were dying for real
& I couldn't stay. I spent
my whole life learning to say
goodbye to you,
folding paper cranes
out of waiting room brochures about
& antibacterial soap. you remembered
the songs we used to sing, but not
my name, whispering goodbye,
don't leave me, goodbye until I did,
& then you screamed. screamed. &
it followed me, stayed with me
for all this time, along with the one
gentle hand on my shoulder, a woman
I'd never met, squeezing once.
I love that hand. the one
that still helps me carry you, even
after all these years.
the ones full of love...I want the ones who love me out loud at midnight,the ones full of love...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who love me on their knees like a prayer. I want
the ones who love me with open hands, who love me
asleep on the couch, who love me in a cold room
and dress me in their coats while I dream. I have been loved
by the ones who leave in the morning,
but I want to be loved by the ones who let themselves in
at noon, climb into the sheets and curl their bodies
around my heavy limbs. I want the ones who press
their palms against my stomach. I want to be loved
by the ones who want to be loved by me, who
dream of being loved by the ones like me,
coats on and windows open at night,
hands open and palms waiting for someone to touch.
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
Joey had a smoke and burned the moon downOne night on a long road trip to NebraskaJoey had a smoke and burned the moon down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skies opened up and bled onto my pupils
And the taste of gin burned my throat
As my star strewn spine strained against
The static of the radio blasting from your car stereo
We chased god
Only to find kerosene angels
And glow flies hanging from tree tops
Spells EssaySpells are More Than FormulasSpells Essay4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
By: Eric Thomas
Warning: This essay holds spiritual views and is therefore not for everyone.
Reading various different books on spellcraft, I always seem to find something, in one way or another. And this something is that spells are formulaic in nature, and that preparations for using magick are required. This isn't the case with every book, but it seems to be a majority opinion. So much so that there are books solely dedicated to the formulaic nature of spellcraft.
While having preparations for spells are good to have, they're not necessary. There are, in fact, entire belief systems where magick is spontaneous or just something that exists for use, without needing a cleared space, preparation, and the right tools first. The stock in ritualism and ceremonialism seem to stem from the belief that the magick performed these ways are more powerful, somehow. On top of that, there are the people who just like the rituals and ceremonies,
LuciferLucifer9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A misunderstood angel,
Thrown from his home of heavens beyond,
People bow before you faithfully.
Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die.
Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name,
As they watch friends die
In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you're a myth,
You are a legend, not even close,
To being real.
But here lies the truth
Under old marble walls
Hidden from all humans
Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words?
The truths about him and his four.
The Four brothers that live and reign.
Over all of Hell.
God does not move to save his children,
I used to love him.
But even Lucifer would not be this cruel.
Lucifer has better sense even then God.
Since he knows suffering as we do.
And God knows nothing of our pain.
Karate-kaWe are the ones you'd least expectKarate-ka11 years ago in Open More Like This
to know anything of strategy or warfare.
We are the ones who never start fights,
But are quite willing to end them if need be.
We are not the trouble-makers in life,
But neither are we the straight-A students.
Some of us toe the line on issues more than others,
But for the most part, we blend in.
For all our camouflaging ways, however,
We are the ones who stand alone
Against the struggles of everyday life.
Some of us neither want, nor need, anyone to stand beside us.
We have our philosophies to keep us warm at night,
Our creeds to sing us to sleep.
Our weapons are our teddy-bears,
And our katas lead us to dream.
Teeny TinyI like youTeeny Tiny4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't want anyone to know
I think you're beautiful
But I don't know how to say it
You're in my mind
But I'd never admit it
I wish I could talk to you
But I'm scared to do it
Your smile makes me smile
But I try to hide it
I can say it to myself;
I like you
I have a problem;
I'm not allowed to like you
Or so they say
It's my teeny tiny problem
That hurts me so much
I like you
Damn, why do I like you?
I like you
Why can't I tell you?
I like you
I can't tell anyone
I like you
But I don't want to
I really don't want to
Tattoo ArtistI sit down at my desk,Tattoo Artist8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crack my fingers,
and prepare to get to
it is like-
Instead of marking your
I mark your
making a permanent fixture into
Without even touching you.
What I do touch-
Have mercy on its soul.
ValhallaFearless, unwearied, to Valhalla I ride,Valhalla11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a spear in my hand, and a sword at my side;
Wet still with the blood of those who fell,
Sent screaming headlong into hell.
Golden my harness, golden my shield,
Red the spear I yearn to wield,
A final time in battle's light;
A god, eternal as the night.
At Valhalla's gates I stand;
Stood proud at Odin's right hand.
Now, at last, in death, I am free.
White robed Valkyries carrying me,
Through blood-streaked golden skies,
Fierce as the fire that dances in their eyes.
And in those eyes, I see once more,
The darkness of death beyond Asgard's door.
getting too attachedto the one night stand, probably sittinggetting too attached2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a taxi on the way back to his overpriced apartment,
this is just to let you know
that i wish i could love like you do.
that is to say, in under thirty minutes and not at all.
this is just to say
congratulations on being my first
one night stand
and also, i just wanted to tell you
that i’m glad you never gave me your name
because if you had, i would have tracked
you down through the whole city,
holding my heart in my hands
until i found you so i could give you
the damn thing.
it’s going to be a long time before
i can get those eyes out of my head, boy.
i wish you had fallen in love with me,
like in those movies or in those books,
and then you would have stayed.
i wish i could have met you
at my workplace and you would
take me out to dinner or to an arcade
or to a midnight showing of a B rated horror film.
i wish you were nervous the first time you kissed me
and that you tasted like a breath mint
instead of cheap
Six years ago.I wasn't ready for you. I was readySix years ago.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a brawl. I was ready to trade in the hand
I'd been dealt for new cards, all of them
the queen of hearts. I was ready
to fight my mother for the next four years,
to blow so many holes in our relationship that we're
still half-sunk & bailing water out of a boat
we don't recognise anymore.
I was ready for a drink. I was ready
to hit rock bottom & start digging, to put out
my own fire with dirt and a shovel. I was ready
to be the kind of shitty girlfriend that leaves
you hanging on the other end of the line
while I chain smoke cigarettes
in the rain,
to spend six years and counting
waiting for another man to hit me,
to stay up late every night deciding
whether to walk away this time
or close my eyes and take it.
I was a rabid dog in too-small skin, itching
to break everything around me
until I felt whole again.
I wasn't ready to be happy.
I was on hands and skinned knees crawling
towards the day that I would.
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
The MarkThe ceilings were white. There really was nothing extraordinary about them. They were just a plain white color, like any other ceiling. There may as well have been an unwritten rule that the ceilings must be white, or an occasional beige, since those were the only colors ever seen. Walls could be any color, but the ceilings were always white. Most anything could easily contrast and be seen against such a background, but how often do we look at our ceilings?The Mark2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I relaxed one day, a cursory glance upward revealed there to be a small gray splotch, as though there was a stain from the presence of water. Interesting, I thought, since there existed no avenue for water to create such a stain in that particular spot. Yet, there it was, an eyesore in a sea of white. The lightly gray colored spot sat, in the center of the ceiling, as though taunting and challenging. Lightly colored though it was, the mark was conspicuous, I thought, to all.
Parallel Universes"Professor, aren't parallel universes just fiction!?" His young pupil asked while the other child pouted.Parallel Universes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steven chuckled. "Well Becky," He began, "There isn't any scientific proof about it." She flashed a triumphant grin to the blonde boy before Steven concluded, "However there is a possibility they could exist."
"Ha!" The boy retorted. Steven smiled at Tobey shaking his head.
"How is that possible?" Becky asked annoyed at losing.
"Well that goes into a science called 'Quantum Physics.' Something I didn't really study back in college unfortunately." He shrugged. "Although it's a fairly interesting concept, I must say." He said in a wistful tone. "Imagine all the possibilities. I could have been married, or be a chef, or maybe," he added playfully,"a secret agent."
This gained a laugh from the two kids. "Really?" Becky asked in amazement.
"Certainly." Steven finished matter-of-factly. He looked up at the clock. "Kids you better get going or else your parents will be worried sick."
He Was...He was unassumingly striking.He Was...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And he always made me feel magnificent.
He was beautifully broken.
And he always managed to make me smile.
He was wretchedly angry
And I never ever saw him in a temper.
He was sarcastically humourous.
And he never tried to outwit me.
He was always unhappy.
And he was forever happy when I was around.
He was my Anakin Skywalker.
And he didn't turn to the dark side for me, or for anyone else.
But for himself.
Christian: Not a LabelYes, I am a Christian.Christian: Not a Label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That doesn't mean I'll be showing up on your front porch
Waving a Bible in your face screaming "Have you heard?
Heard the Good News?"
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll condemn you to hell for drinking that glass of wine,
Telling you to treat your body like a temple and keep it pure.
Jesus Christ drank wine, didn't he?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll be picketing your home, your work, your friends
Just because your beliefs don't agree with mine.
That's a little childish, right?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I devote my Sundays to God, turn off the phone,
TV and light and read my Scriptures by daylight.
I'm a college student. We call Sunday the "day of catching up."
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I will spit on you because you deign to walk down the street arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand with a member of the same sex.
God created us all equal, didn't He?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I can't accept