how to care..CARE Choice.Ask.Recommend.Encourage.
But be fair. You'll wake up one day seeing that you are aging and you didn't do anything for your life throughout your existence.
Today, I'm not going to have an argue with you on how much things do we do wrong during a lifetime, I just need your attention, a little bit of imagination and your hearts open.
Think about this: you are a gardener. Now close your eyes and imagine a garden full of roses, yellow roses, red ones, purple, even blue and green. Think that the garden is your life, your soul and you are the one who has to take care of it.
Choice. Think about the choices we do in our lives.
The Muse :updated:The whole world drives energy from you,The Muse :updated:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mother nature deems you her child,
Embracing you with tender emotion.
The whole mankind drives energy from you,
The leader above all who leads
To light, not knowing the paths.
The whole flora drives energy from you,
Limbs squeezed, veins throttled, heart stopped..
And no pain at all??!...
You see, the whole universe drives energy from you..
But what about the merest "her",
An efemere particle of the sand!?...
Her whole heart drives energy from you,
Engulfing her, but she'll never notice,
You use innocence of the thought.
Her kind eyes drive energy from you,
No fear of losing her sight,
Survivors +1Winter on the Island is indiscernible from summer. Seasons melt into one another as time passes, perpetual warmth sweeping through the city in waves, as if the god of weather is trying to be as ordinary as possible. At times, the radiant blue sky is clouded, but there's no way of telling when it's going to open up and sob all over your yellow Alexander McQueen pumps. Rain is, quite literally, the most unpredictable thing for a thousand miles in every direction.Survivors +13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life on the Island, however, is incredible. Long lost beasts, creatures as old as time - older - roam through the jungles, a cacophony of bird calls and animal c
DreamIt's too late to fall back asleep whenDream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eden's turned to weeds
and ivy's strangled the trees.
I remember when we courted and I thought you
were like one of the first flutes, roughly hewn, and I became
afraid of forgetting the sound of the song we
Something has evaded us and now I
no longer belong here with you.
I thought this time it was my turn,
so freely stepped out of the blue and into the grey
of stormy cars and stifling London air of May.
A bright leaf suspended on water,
is due to go under.
My past life impossible to tune out
like background noise it is reflected in windows,
raindrops and metallic doors. Spices o
The Red Rum of Santa MuerteBones are blurred 'neath a blanket of tearsThe Red Rum of Santa Muerte3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all the while I've been bored
staring at a snaking procession
of the Santa Muerte.
A pastiche of devotees stutter
out their cobbled prayers;
the red rum weighs down on my stomach
the drink wakes up the snake.
I don't share their sweating pilgrimage,
the shivering prayer
from their dusty feet to a gruel
of swaying hands propped up.
Bones are burned 'neath a blanket of fears
all the while I've been gnawed
staring at a snaking procession
of the Santa Muerte.
Their devotion makes me despise them
- that at least is my wish.
I am drawn by their subsonic moan
the subtle screech of trust.
cold-blooded-fractures.fractured.cold-blooded-fractures.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the word feels jagged, bloody, and icy cold.
just like you and me, our hearts, and our promises.
he steps towards the door and turns around to look at him. he stares with an unwavering glance, and as he turns to leave the room, he scoffs.
"what did you expect from me? commitment to you?"
the door slams behind him with a silent shatter.
the fractured piece of wood tensed as it felt the weight of two bodies on either side of it.
he tells himself that he got what he wanted and it'll be okay. he wanted him and he got him. he just didn't want him anymore, so he left. he never was in love, anyway. but he misses the touches, t
I Need to SingI need a drum and not just any drum. I need a drummer too, and not just any drummer.I Need to Sing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drum must be the water drum we use, and the drummer must be the man I know when he is the fireman.
I need a gourd and not just any gourd. I need a staff too, and not just any staff.
The gourd must be beaded, with leather tassels swaying at the bottom when I use it, when we use it.
The staff must be a symbol when I or another of us holds it, to show we are the ones to listen to, we are the ones who none can step in front of while we sing.
I need a song to sing and not just any song.
It must be the right song for the occasion, and right for the ti
am o inima in plus.am o inima in plusam o inima in plus.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ea se afla
in piept la tine
si de fiecare data
cand ii e dor de mine
bate in peretii
am o floare mare-n piept
ea se numeste 'nu ma uita'
miroase a dragoste
amintirea ta miroase a iasomie
si vocea ta inca mai rasuna
intre patru pereti goi si scrijeliti
ai ventricului drept
iar in atriul stang
mai este doar un cui ruginit
caci fotografia cu tine
am dat-o jos, nu demult.
am o inima in plus
ea e inca in pieptul tau
si orice s-ar intampla
va ramane acolo mereu.
The Way I AmThe Way I Am3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not good-looking,
And nor am I strong.
Falling and Failing.
I always do wrong.
I am not popular,
Not a big shot.
I don't have a car.
I am just a small dot.
I don't have friends.
They think I'm odd.
I don't follow trends.
But, I'm no dud.
I have nothing.
To show my value.
I don't have anything,
Only my virtue.
You love me.
The way I am.
I can be myself.
I don't have to change.
Some people see,
not the inside.
Only on the outside.
You're not like them.
You followed your heart.
You believed in me.
That's why I thank you.
With all of my heart.
That's why I love you,
the way you are
Platonic + I ask too muchWords tumble like sporesPlatonic + I ask too much3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
graceless moments, we invite in
lurid prose to intervene soliloquies
distance engulfs raindrops (us)
perplexing disenchanted thoughts
ignite your dead space.
Incriminate my existence;
I've conveyed nothing monumental &
contributed trifles to this
I ask you to satiate
distant voids created
from disquieted nescience
I do not need mirrors
to reflect the dirt
onto your skin
do not hold me accountable.
summer rain.I stayed indoors for the summer rainsummer rain.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as you ran circles around my head
I touched my lips as I spoke your name.
Then, it felt like home again
and I thought of all the things you've said
and wondered if you found me sane.
Infatuation is the sweetest pain
(sang the rain as I lay in bed)
oh, how I love the summer rain.
It's like a love song for the insane
like comfort is to homemade bread
those things that bring you home again.
I wanted to dance in the summer rain
but I stayed indoors instead
to watch it dance on the window pane.
Will I get the chance to dance again?
Though my feet feel weary and full of lead.
Infatuation is my
Nuclear WinterNuclear Winter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words flutter through my mind,
A feeling so divine,
The moon reflects in the water in front of you,
And paranoia creeps along my spine,
Star gazes piercing right through.
Icicles drifting in the night air,
Snow singing through all despair,
And I realized that the sky was like a knife;
Shredding apart the snow into flakes while they're unaware,
Yet they all fall and cover the ground, absent of strife.
Unlike the human population,
Spacing and spreading throughout the nation,
Instead of cutting, we deteriorate,
Searching and seeking for salvation,
But nature's against us--we'll have no choice but to separate.
Eternity has creat
Something MoreI know you not as a child, but as everything; there are no words, only all. I want what you want, I know what you know, I feel what you feel.Something More3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The eyes-closed concentration of the place; only skin against skin, only breathing and heartbeat. There is so much communication of hands; so much a single stretch of skin can say-so much that is wordless about touch. It is as a prayer, my hand, two fingers, slanting against your forehead, as your eyes look up and reflect, blue-brown, galaxies, bright mirrors and tiny dots whirling and hung suspended. It is as if I see through those pools, as if the tiny plane is a world and I am hung, tiny, in between
Etching Quiet LinesEtching Quiet Lines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silent cartographers in the dark
clumsy with desire
casually stroking out the guidelines
leaving trails as fine as wire
creating a depiction of your body
a representation of Land You
the hills and plains of your frame
carved out in muscle and sinew
ive got a memory like a sieve
and eyes prone to forget
but my fingertips remember
every place where theyve been let
my palms will run a relay
over every joint and bone
to commit your body to my mind
to recall when im alone
when you leave me all alone
to remember when you're gone.
The Logical Things -A song-The Logical ThingsThe Logical Things -A song-4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There is a safety in the soundness of mind.
A sort of peace that many will never find.
A sort of armour, in the logical things.
So how, then, am I subject to the stings
Of an amourous kind?
Warns me not to fall blind.
But what chance have I
Against anything so strong?
Tell me how I can rely
On something bound to go wrong?
I feel senseless,
And completely unwise.
I've been stripped
Of my stoic disguise.
And I analyze,
ly Tear apart
Of the heart.
broken hearts,boys and girls IIt was dark. I sat in my bed holding his picture in my hands. I saw him in my dreams, I already knew that some day I will fall in love with a pair of green eyes. I knew he was the one. The doctor who will be able to heal my wounds, the phoenix who will help me rise from the ashes. He was the one. So i got up and went out into the forest. I didn't know what I was searching for, but I ran and ran. I found him. He sat there, gazing at the stars. Oh, beautiful stars, shining between an army of snowflakes!broken hearts,boys and girls I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'' Why are you here? he asked staring at me with his big emerald green eyes.'' I could lose myself staring deep into those eyes, I said to mys
Strong Arms to Carry MeStrong Arms to Carry MeStrong Arms to Carry Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when
Boys used to lift me up
In circles hauled me around
Laughing, protesting I shouted
To be let down—
And eventually, they let me down.
I remember when
A lover would carry me
While I was wearing white so many
Years before my wedding
I never felt so safe and so I smiled
Here was one who cared enough to pick me up
Out of the rain
Still, I protested and would cry
To be let down again.
It’s been a long time and my feet
Are here, on terra firma
Are here, still on the ground
And I’m not dizzy any longer
From being spun around.
But the oddest thing has hap
The Patchwork Soldier part IIEight years laterThe Patchwork Soldier part II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A crater bloomed on the barren landscape, showering me with dirt and rock. Shaking the detritus out of my fur, I heard the distinctive "foomp-fwissshhh" of another missile launch. Something like an flaming kelp-sausage flashed towards me.
There just HAD to be a missile launcher there I groaned.
I fingered the lucky credit chip hanging around me neck, rubbing a claw over the ragged hole in its center. It'd taken me two years of intense small arms training to nail that coin. Good times. These days, my daily exercises weren't nearly as easy. I wasn't simply learning the art of war;
Of AgeTo those days of hellish youthOf Age3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never look back.
Through the hated foreboding days
When all i was was not all i could be,
and when all i could be was never enough.
I've locked that path
(not that anyone else would try to tresspass)
I have lef thte graves with their last roses.
A sentiment so hollow
They themselves reject it.
I have come to feel
the chains slip from my fingers
as i walk away from such dark lands
and turn my back to such loneliness and pain.
I keep no memoir of time past,
Luggage on this trip is
an unnecessary burden.
So wander I,
along a road uncharted.
DeceivedI grimaced, as I watched himDeceived3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
guzzle down the entire cup.
Could he not see,
my heart and soul floating
like a lost ship at sea,
between the cream and sugar?
It's great swells of hazel and umber
began to plunder every inch of me,
with each immense gulp.
He robbed me,
of every trace of decorum I had left.
Setting down the cup,
he smiled in his customary way-
teeth barely peeking out from under
his glorious, full top lip.
How could he look so empty,
when he had just desecrated me
down to my core?
I tried not to make eye contact
but it was no use,
he knew he had me in his grasp.
Though he realized a bit t
The BurningFuneral pyres, to the sky!The Burning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make light of those beneath you.
the city below that recoils at your touch,
that runs from your dance,
you are the happy pariah.
You billow to have your hands
touch the sky,
seeking to call the forces
into your little game.
Do you see?
The clouds have donned their costumes,
they come to join your masquerade.
The ban the light
and bind the air
to ride the wind
in their cacophnic little meet of sorts.
Blind yourself against the smoke,
the fire that spawns
releases its joy only for a moment.
The EscapistToday I committed suicideThe Escapist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head, over and over
Questioning my existence
Can I do this any longer?
Gasping for breath to gain control
My body shakes
My tears fall
Slowly I begin to lose myself
I asked not to be here
Brought to life
to long for death.
I am the Escapist.
Love HurtsFebruary 13th, 11:50pmLove Hurts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Home Base, this is Alpha Agent 3 reporting in with current mission status: The prototype Phase Inducer has been destroyed, the Phase Detector is in custody and all related files have been erased. There was a small amount of resistance that was easily dealt with and a level 2 clean up crew is now needed." "Very good A.3, extraction is in six minutes, meet your driver on the roof and clean up will begin as soon as you are clear from the site." I pry open an elevator door and begin to calculate the distance to the roof when the Phase Detector starts emitting bright red lights and I feel an intense