And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XII4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I don't care who remembers what. Eventually everyone who remembers will be gone. And then everyone who remembers them will be gone.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one, in a universe a thousand infinities away. And he will fall in love as I did, and he will hate as I did, and he'll fuck up the same as I did, and he'll open his eyes like a child, and he'll wish he was blind.
And then he will die. Once he's gone, people will remember only how he died; only say 'he was a nice lad' or 'he went out doing what he loved.'
And then they'll forget, and die.
And the people who remember them will forget, and die.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one... And so it will be forever hereafter.
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
The TrekThe Path is trembling,The Trek4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This may be my death.
This climb is killing me with bad footing and nearly impossible paths.
Such lack of life on this trek as well as food.
This challenge has taken me,
I have found a new hell for myself.
I'm sick of this now.
It is worse from what I was leaving.
This suffering and pain Why?
I asked for something else.
From halfway up, I'm having my doubts and growing weak.
Fatigue is taking over me and the cold thin air is choking me.
But I will not back down,
I have to do this.
I see it! I see it!
There it is! The End of my Journey!
I am scarred and battered,
Exhausted of what I went through.
HAAH!! HNNG! Ahhhh!
This is it
Amazing I can see the path I used to reach this spot,
I can see where I resided.
It's Beautiful and Massive.
This is where I was?
There is something powerful here
Something has ended but it, i
Love IsLove Is4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is not a string,
Nor is it a ring.
It is not a game,
Or some beast for you to tame.
Neither is it a wave,
Or in confessions of the brave.
Love does not stay in only two,
If what you feel is true.
It is in the smile of bliss,
And the feather light kiss.
Love is like a quiet breeze,
That touches all it sees.
It is in the smiles you bring,
That makes others wish to sing.
In it you will forgive,
The sins of those that live.
It can be seen with loving eyes,
And is the envy of the skies.
It is against the norm,
And helps you weather any storm.
Hear love's clarion call,
For every heart, both great and small.
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love is not for the haughty mind.
In all these things it be;
Love, which is eternity.
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.I want to4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepting, and even better- appreciative of itself and of each other.
Unfortunately, I've got a long way to go. However, as Epicurus said: "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."
So I will continue living, learning, hoping and dreaming, and perhaps together, s
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.My six-word memoir4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
World of Tears and DeathIn this world of tears and death,World of Tears and Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The call "Bring out your dead"
Echoes around the abandoned streets.
Mothers send their sons to war
But may not get them back.
Young men march out to war
And grow up too fast.
Corpses speak louder than words.
But in the end,
In this world of tears and death,
We all bleed red.
Time Moves us.. let itTime.. a great wonder within itself. But What is it? Is it the past present and future? Is time linear? An infinite line? Or is time a flame.. an eternal flame that powers creations. Time is flashing before your eyes. Reality is here-now Truth is said to be embedded in reality. Truth is eternal to the present.. Past truths become obsolete. The future becomes only sparks toward the Fire of the Present. Truth is here not there.Time Moves us.. let it4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Here-now in these very moments. You are here my fellow human. What are you doing? What are you thinking? What are you feeling? How long are you in creation? How long are you not in creation? Time guarantees you opportunities and situations for you grow to be YOU. What are you? Have you forgotten? Are you discovering? Or are you being? Death is the only thing in the future that is set in stone. Everything else is dependent
100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.100ThemesChallenge - Wrath4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.The Apathetic Youth4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Except tear it apart.
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"The Love And The War4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
PolitikTo be politically correct, people should take the time to understand why politics is a facade. Oh great fascism and corporatism!! We call this democracy! Democracy has change for the worse has it not. Polarity and lack of education and intelligence puts our deity democracy in an asylum. And the hypnotizing and contradictory television and radio has plague the minds of the masses. I do say there are some formidable media, but that is some. Most are created to set a distraction, a great illusion with mischief in the back curtains. The most primary aspect of humanity that we have distorted democracy and government is that we do not take the time to examine ourselves. Why do have our beliefs and faiths? Be skeptical. Critically think of what we need. Search in our world what needs to be fixed. In order to fix, it is to understand why it exists and how it got there. My people across the world.. you are more powerful than what you think or belief. If you don't like what you see or feel, stanPolitik4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They Say Love Will Blind YouWe walk through the deserted park, hand in hand. Glass cracks beneath our feet, and dying reeds scratch knee-high at our legs. A stone , hurled through the air, strikes your temple; ignored. Running our fingers across graffiti, we pretend we read love letters, and feel the caress of flowers - not thorns. Just playing at being lovers, in an unloving world.They Say Love Will Blind You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,Untitled 44 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
The Art of Retreatthe vertebrae of my spineThe Art of Retreat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw the jagged edge
of enemy lines between us,
boundaries i drew myself
as i retreated into these
self-made trenches, hands
over my head, drawing into
the dark depths of my mind.
your gentle touch is a tentative
attempt at truce, but my shoulder
blades curl away from you,
malicious though I declared this war.
locked in my chosen prison,
i can see you, i can reach through
the bars to touch you but i do
not have the keys to set myself free
from this damp death and decay.
i entreat you with wide eyes
even as my bones attack.
this battle rages on, inside
my skull and in this bed,
so it's up to you, soldier,
to save this prisoner of war.
Winter Without YouThere is a grey light on the horizon,Winter Without You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
embraced by midnight's dark, but
I swear I can see you walking along it,
heel-to-toe, your smile radiant enough
to shine over all this distance.
Your voice echoes in my head like
the memory of a different life; I can
feel your footsteps down my spine,
though every time I turn around I
am reminded that you are not there.
Your blueberry gaze was printed on
my retinas long ago, I still see it
every time I blink, eight million times
I've seen you since the last time I
really saw you. I miss you like a
tree misses its leaves, naked and
alone in the depths of winter. I
watch the horizon and pray for
nights like these, when I can hear
your laugh on the wind tangling
my hair, and I can almost feel
your hand in mine again. My
bones are hollow and I ache
for you to come back home.
The Ease With Which I DrownI breathe blood and brineThe Ease With Which I Drown4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in equal measure
as I struggle beneath the weight of
waves, curling like the edges of burning paper,
ships, rising and falling like breath,
the great girth of a blue whale,
his eyes locked on mine.
My lungs are filling with more than regret,
and it burns like fire,
like that look in your eye
and my limbs are so tired now,
battling beneath the insistent pull of the sea,
beckoning me down to its depths
where all is still and quiet.
The cry of gulls and the crash of water
and the beating of my own heart
press against my eardrums
and I just want it all to stop.
A split second and I am floating
beneath the surface, light receding fast,
that was easy
before the panic sets in.
LivingIf There is no Past nor Future, What is There?Living4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A HERO WITHIN USIn the battle between light and darknessA HERO WITHIN US4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where do we choose to stand
We only live as mortals
Powerless beyond the fortress of life
We grow like weeds
We rust like steel
Our true self perches
Within the inner realm of our soul
That depicts a diversity of values unraveled
Life is laced with controversy
We decide to possess the quality
Of a true heart and soul.
We choose between good and evil
Who we are lies within us
Every courage we have
Every love we share
Every gift that God has given
Bring us to our glory and fall.
We are unique in our own way
We battle life to survive and inspire others
A determined heart
A generous act of bravery and kindness
Is where our heart and soul lies
For there is a hero within each of us.
some dayssometimes i crawl intosome days4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this box labeled
without meaning to
i find myself in a tiny space,
folded over and over between
these four cardboard walls,
like the brain inside my skull,
my despair-riddled toes
rubbing against my
cramped and aching,
i am full of impotent rage
and restless boredom.
i want to smash things,
preferably this damned box.
Thermogenesisyou taste like ashes on my tongueThermogenesis4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i am all out of ways to save you.
you're burning up in front of me and
you want me to burn too, my skin
blisters and curls like paper, yet i still
try to reach you, i can save you,
i know i can. you're crumbling to dust
but you want the flames, and all i
want is an apology for all the scars
that will never go away. all your
"i'm sorry"s are soot in my throat and
i am done trying to save you, it's
time i tried to save myself.
sprinkle dirt over your grave,
all ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
but mostly it's just good riddance.
Surgical ScarsI could get over youSurgical Scars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I had to
it would be a long surgery,
involving many deep
incisions in order to extract
every bit of me that
contains a bit of you.
My green scrubs would
be an abstract painting
with blood, an emotional
portrayal of love lost.
Afterwards, my skin
would be a roadmap
of scars, looping and
edges almost kissing.
You would be gone,
but I would be hollow,
empty of everything
that made life worth
living, a monument to pain.
I could get over you
if I had to but I am
not sure there would
be enough of me left
to carry on.
SynergyYour breath is a tidal wave,Synergy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rise and fall of our ribcages
rolling slowly, the bones expanding
and spreading, folding and retreating.
Your skin tastes like salt; sometimes,
I feel as old as the ocean.
Aphrodite was born from the sea,
gliding onto shore in a shell.
The delicate shell of your ear is a
roadmap to our affection, I run my
fingertips along the curl of skin
as your sigh ghosts across my face.
We are the perfect storm, a maelstrom
of heady passion and calm affection;
my heart swells like a water balloon
that we threaten to crush between us.
Your mouth traces wind patterns across
my body, drifting across the breakers of my bones.
We are the tugging insistence of the current,
the unstoppable force of the crashing water.
We have become entangled in each other,
a collision of two catastrophic entities
that will tear the shoreline to shreds.
We are building to an inevitable cataclysm.