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
Watching The Masses GravitateWatching the masses gravitateWatching The Masses Gravitate4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Towards violence, cruelty and hate
I cannot help but wonder
As to what spell they are put under
That steals the vision from their eyes
And sends them into ugly tides
Is it choice, or basic instinct,
That sends them all to the brink?
A clenched fist, a spitting threat
Captures them, like fish in a net
They gaze on in a gawping stare
Gormless idiots, too weak to care
Too scared to step away from the swarm
And break away from the hostile norm
They stand, transfixed, at the bloody scene
Whilst all the while, hidden and unseen
Lies a whole other world
Concealed as a glimmering pearl
And to me, this contains twice the gravity
Of any of their violent insanity
But they don't gravitate to the wispy clouds that line the sky, or to the warm soup on a Winter's day. They don't gravitate to the kindness of an unknown stranger or to the smile on a child's face. They don't gravitate to the mountains that line the horizon or to a person in true need. And this, I shall n
Dont Judge Me +Poem+Dont Judge Me +Poem+11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't Judge me…
Don't judge me by looks, neither by my race.
Don't complain about my worries, nor because my taste.
Don't hate me for my religion, for it is what I believe.
Don't sit here and back talk the world, for it will not relieve.
Don't despise me for my interests, or for my complex maze.
Don't dislike my sexuality, for I was born this way.
Don't hate me for my hair, all colors bleed the same.
Don't forget I'm standing here, yet I do have a name.
Don't judge me by my voice, we all don't sound alike.
Don't yell into the crowd, and laugh at what's not right.
Don't complain about my emotions, for what I cannot control.
Don't sit here still wondering, what next is there to be told?
Don't despise me for my fortunes, or what I cherish most.
Don't judge me by my home to stay, on or off the coast.
Please tell me you can hear this… Tell me you know now.
That you shall never judge someone, for what you cant allow.
We all are different, and have our own tastes.
We can't all share th
This is for you.This is for all of the peopleThis is for you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who have asked me what goes
through my twisted little
For all of the people who have
tried to pry into my subconscious
and nestle in the nooks and
crannies of my
For the boy with the sad smile
who told me that my words
For the girl who is afraid to
trust because people
have used and
For that one person who is
still awake at four am
blade or the
For the people who think that
they have nobody, when
I am here, screaming
This is for the people who have
always asked me to write
for, or about, them.
In case you were wondering;
ShelterThough the rain may fall and the bombs may dropShelter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They will never break what it is we've got
Though the planes cascade and the shells explode
We will never surrender, never erode
We are safe here, miles below the ground
So hush, my dear, don't make a sound
Someday we'll rise to a world of serenity
Until then, I'll stay with you, for an eternity
Don't Rock the BoatDon't Rock the Boat11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tease, point and laugh, call them names. Don't ever stick up for them: Don't rock the boat.
Laugh, smile and nod, never speak about your personal problems. Don't show your emotional psychosis: Don't rock the boat.
Deny, lie and smirk, don't do what's right. Follow everything they tell you to: Don't rock the boat.
Speak out, take a stand, shun corrupted authority. Never compromise yourself: Dare to rock the boat.
Land of NodOh glistening dark spread before my eyesLand of Nod8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into whos deep depths lay my demise.
Breathing each passing breath,
Slipping into sleep, that tiny death.
And sail towards that distant land of Nod
Where fanciful dreams take this poor sod.
A land of fairies, nymphs, satyres
And ladybug queens glowing with fires.
Upon a cloud lined with golden thread
As dawn approached and kissed my head.
Mine eyes did break with turbulent sorrow
To this land I vow to return a'morrow.
DarknessDarkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I so inclined to listen to the forming night?
The stars vanishing from view, leaving only the crescent moon to be my guide.
To lead me away from the horrors only heard and never seen. To make it all the more terrifying.
Imagination is the man’s worst enemy.
To envision the images of what?
The Devil Himself?
Whatever it may be, I must accept it. And hope it not show its form before the rising sun.
All the Little ThingsDoes the sky seem so limitless?All the Little Things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or the dawn so full of promise?
These things are not guaranteed
And granted, in the scope of it all, are infinitesimal
This life is too small to worry about with the idea that, yes, there is more for you
Life is so much more
The sky will toss and turn
And it will create new life
For the cycle to start again
The darkness will be unbearable
That is the pinnacle of your routine
Not the irritants
Not the insecurity
The darkness to overcome
That will show you the world
Someday...Someday...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is this place
Beyond my fears,
Beyond the blood,
And all the tears
I see it only
In my dreams
But it's more real
Than it seems
A place where I don't
Cry or scream
Where all my thoughts
Are clear and clean
The sun gives light,
The sky is blue
No more memories
Left of you
The air smells sweet
And not like vomit
My skin is new,
No more scars on it
The illussions are gone
And everything's real
I finally know
What it's like to feel
Than this pain
The voices are gone,
I feel sane
I can laugh and be myself
I don't have to fake a smile
I can say those words "I'm happy"
And living all seems worth the while
A place where I don't have to hear
"You'll never get you're life in gear
You'll never be normal, you're nowhere near
You'll always live in pain and fear"
This is the only place
I wish to be
The only place
I can be free
Free from the sickness
That is me
And one day I'll find this place,
Someday I'll be
...A different me
If I Was Not Thereshould i die tomorrowIf I Was Not There13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would any of you care?
any of you miss me?
or notice im not there?
have i made a difference?
done anything worth while?
touched any of your lives?
made any of you smile?
please tell me that i have
stood up for what is right
lived this life with honour
showed grace rather than spite
but have i lived this way?
i know that i have tried
long and hard all my life
yet inside i have died
this very well could be
the greatest of my fears
that i should pass away
forgotten through the years
Leave Them In SpaceLeave Them In SpaceLeave Them In Space2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars have never roamed red carpets.
All Hallows' EveOn this night,All Hallows' Eve7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise for dead,
On this eve
Of mornings dread;
In thy wake;
Screams of terror,
From the shadows,
This night of Hallows;
From the depths
Of mortal lies;
This is the night,
The night we grieve,
This is the night
Of All Hallows Eve.
Like it Means I'm Alivea broken breath isLike it Means I'm Alive1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what you hear
when my molecules
start their shift
there and far
so near the away
and on top of its anyway
heavy and panting
like it means i'm alive
and i can't tell
if you, i and our
is many wishes
converging at once
or the many paths
toward the one
each wishes they were on
or just the undefined
that i wake up in tomorrow
with stumps for feet
for eyes and heart
where i sleep soundly
where the frantic flailings
don't bruise or even wake me
where the day runs from me
like it's woken up
beside me before
Derivative Depositsthey will derive consistencyDerivative Deposits12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the motion of lax drizzles,
engaging moments with precision,
each peace a steam travel
on a stolid amble amid lit trees
begging for constance,
begging for trespass,
begging for tide...
and you will be
that disconnected line
dotted, for meaning
in some transitory time,
aching for stability
and a thinner crowd.
the silence of a louder shrill
melts quicker than the pelt,
stirring smooth enough to
slick downside the stair
to where we meet in the foyer
at the end of our destination,
and breathless from the ride.
Pain.Perhaps you are a human.Pain.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You, who deal the strongest blows
With fists of volcanic rock
Empowering, you force me to the floor.
Humans have a conscience,
And you have none.
Perhaps you are a phantom.
You, who creep from the deadest shadows
Unseen, I believe you to have disappeared
Until I feel your cold fingers
Slip around my throat
Phantoms only strike at night.
And you are with me, endlessly.
Perhaps you are a poison.
Burning through my veins
My lungs rip, suffocation
As the liquid oozes out
A dart shoots through my soul
Poisons affect body alone.
And my spirit is bleeding.
What are you?
You, who own neither a body,
Nor a soul,
Yet somehow crush my own
With the splinters of your claws
The Pubic HairI found your pubic hair on a tissue under my bed. Shed after 3 hours of love and pleasure. I think, how, as we lay in each other's arms, so happy, so in love, that hair, stuck to its love marked tissue, was brushed aside and tumbled to the floor, un-noticed by us, to find a home by my bed, late to be tucked accidentally beneath it when we rose to gather our clothes and cuddle one more time before we took you home. It must have been there for at least 8 months before I found it. Anything between that and two years. I should clean my room more. When you lost that hair, you loved me.The Pubic Hair9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
But the hair is just a hair. It has no concept of love, or what its own mere presence under my bed signifies. Well, you don't love me anymore. But I love you. And at least I have that hair. A single curly reminder that it wasn't all a dream..
Sadness Never Felt So GoodStrange,Sadness Never Felt So Good3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How the darkness
Brings us into the light
It's been too long
My old friends
The only ones
Not to have forsaken
And when you wrap your leaden arms around me
Weights cling to my soul,
Drag, drag, drag it down to murky depths,
Where your black eyes are the only light
Your cruel words, the only consolation
Echoes of emptiness form a song,
Form a tear, form a smile
I love the way you make me cry
'Cause sadness never felt so good