THE ART CRIMES: WonderlandTHE ART CRIMES: Wonderland4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Wonderland
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Some days you feel like you're walking in a dream, and although everything's real, you just feel invincible.
I don't know much about nature, and even less I know about myself - but when I saw Carmen's tree I realized that my magical journey has just begun.
Ich konnte ihn nicht ansehen, doch ich ging direkt auf ihn zu.
Seine Blätter rauschten im Wind, und links und rechts von mir waren Weinreben. Der Pfad war schmal, und ich achtete nur auf den Weg direkt vor meinen Füßen.
Es hatte geregnet, und der Geruch war unverwechselbar: Würzige, feuchtwarme Erde.
Ich ging langsam, und einen Augenblick lang hatte ich das Gefühl, dass der Boden unter mir wie ein Laufband hinter mich glitt und dass ich niemals in der Lage sein würde, die Rinde des Baumes zu berühren.
Der Baum stand alleine, und seine Grö
The Secret Of Fall راز پاییزThe Secret Of Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
با همه ی رازها؛
سرخ و زرد و قهوه ای،
نغمه و آوازها...
رفت و مانده یک نگاه
بر لبه ی پرتگاه
دلهره ی زندگی،
غرش قلب زمین،
جوشش روح دریا،
سرخی قلب من و
Abandoned Memories - poemAbandoned Memories - poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. What happened to those feelings
That I felt so long ago?
What happened to my memories
That I used to know?
2. Sometimes I'll walk across,
An old familiar path,
And my brain tries to remember,
But it can't and so I laugh.
3. But every smile must fade,
And every laugh must end,
I spent my childhood making memories,
That were forgotten round the bend.
4. I sit in an old, creaky chair,
That smells of dust and must,
Which brings a warm and golden feeling,
But still no pictures, still unjust.
5. And I envy those who can speak,
Of times from long ago,
Who can talk from firsthand accounts,
And spread their memories so.
6. They don't get help from photos,
They're not told by their mum,
They simply look back in their heads,
And remember, like it's fun.
7. But there are some of us, who only learn,
When we've been told what we have done,
Some of us ache and yearn,
To recount the times with the sun.
8. Rain, cloud, storm and snow,
It happens all too fast.
Some wish to see their future,
I wish to
Scrisoare catre Alex VAlex, îţi scriu sperând că o să mă mai golesc de gândurile ăstea care nu-mi dau pace. Mi-au declarat război. Am încercat totul ca să scap de ele, dar nu pot. Am încercat chiar şi să le scot, rând pe rând, cu penseta. Dar se fabrică doar pensete din metal, şi ştii prea bine că sufletul meu e alergic la lucruri reci. Ştii pe cineva care vinde o pensetă făcută din suflet?Scrisoare catre Alex V5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Şi că tot vorbim de suflet, dă-mi un sfat. Cum fac să îl micşorez? Simt că e prea mare, a ajuns deja la şase dormitoare, două sufragerii, trei băi şi patru holuri. Şi n-am nevoie de holuri, nu vreau ca oamenii să se mai rătăcească. Şi nu vreau băi pentru că n-am nimic de spălat, nu vreau să uit. Iar sufrageriile sunt complet inutile pentru că în sufletul meu nu se v
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Scrisoare catre Alex IIAlex, îţi scriu din nou, deşi m-ai rugat să nu o fac. Mi-ai spus că ai treabă. Ţi-ai întins regretele prin toată casa şi ai început să le numeri. Când ai ajuns la 14 te-am întrebat dacă ai încercat vreodată să trăieşti fără să clipeşti. Te-ai enervat pentru că ai pierdut numărătoarea din cauza mea. Nu mi-ai răspuns. Ai luat-o de la capăt. Şi aş fi vrut să te întreb ce rost are să-ţi numeri regretele, dar deja ajunsesei la 62 şi mi-era teamă că iar te voi încurca. Aşa că te întreb acum. Ce rost are? Tot atâtea or să fie, oricâte pături, oricâte preşuri sau oricâte cărţi ai pune peste ele. Şi oricâţi de saci de gunoi ai umple.Scrisoare catre Alex II5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Şi Alex, de ce iubim atât de mult cerul? De ce ne alegem stele, le dăm nume ş
HellI'm writing to you from hell,Hell3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A place I know all too well.
It seems so nice at the start,
It soothes even a broken heart.
The gold and silver I see,
Shows me what I should be.
There are no monsters at all,
Except those from within you call.
They dance on your grave,
And kill all that you save.
Make light of your worries,
And ruin pretty snow flurries.
There is no rain, water, or tear,
To be found nestling here.
The castles are of onyx black,
Their hope is to hold you back.
Why else would the sun be red?
If not for the fact I lay in bed.
This hell is mine, so simply said,
Cause in dreams I'm simply dead.
Far From PerfectFar From Perfect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm very far from perfect
But for you my love I will be
Just so you can love me
Equally as I love thee.
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
In Oz: ButterflyIn Oz: Butterfly5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Butterfly
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Did I ever write a Critique on one of your pictures? I don't think so, but it's about time. In the last months you evolved as an artist, and your self-portraits got better and better. It's easy to be just beautiful (when you are beautiful), but it's difficult to make people see anything other than your beauty if it's obvious that you are a hottie. To play with the image of a wallflower due to your title is a risk, and there'll be as many people who love this task as many who will hate it and feel offended. But my words shall not target speculations about reactions, my words shall express my appreciation and my respect for a girl that does not sellout and still has a vision.
In uteroBătăi de inimă. Cresc! E cald și bine aici, mamico! N-ai vrea să mă lași aici pentru totdeauna, protejat? Mă simt atât de mic, dar mă simt iubit. Îți ascult gândurile, grijile și lacrimile și aș vrea să ți le iau pe toate și să zâmbești. Când zâmbești mă simt împlinit. Ar fi aiurea să-ți spun că știu ce simți, de ce simți și cum simți. N-am trăit mai mult de o lună, dar făcând parte din tine, înțeleg. Cel puțin cred că înțeleg. Iartă-mă și nu mă abandona. Știi doar că ăsta e cel mai urât sentiment. Eu visez, mamico! Visez să te văd, să mă joc cu tine. Am auzit că există și un suflet pereche de-al tău, deși nu-mi spui multe despre el, știu că îi spui "tată". PrinIn utero5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
BelieveI guess they forgot to tell meBelieve5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I can't fly,
Because here I am,
I was told that love
Was a game for fools,
But love found me hiding
And consumed who I was.
Happiness was just a dream
In the depths of my mind,
Something put off for a better day.
Well I found happiness,
And won't ever let go,
Because I'm afraid it will
Dreams were just a silly way
To believe that I could escape.
Now I dream of everything,
Not forgetting who I was
While finding who I am.
They told me there was
No reason left to hope,
But hope caressed me,
So I let it spread.
I let myself take a risk,
And I dared to believe.
One dayروزی تو خواهی آمد از کوچه های بارانOne day6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
تا از دلم بشویی غم های روزگاران
روزی تو خواهی آمد از سوی مهربانی
اما ز من نبینی دیگر به جا نشانی
ElegyThat ever-circling hawk you see is death.Elegy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It never leaves your sight; is air its home?
Alas, it mastered air so it may hunt.
It may come down so fast and steep one day
that none could see it dive, yet you are gone.
Today you are too big, you are too strong.
But you will shrink, you will become a mouse.
Or death will grow till all your size and strength
are vain, and float mere inches overhead,
then take you with a twitch of its great beak.
It will take all you are, or nearly all.
The love you had for others and the love
they had for you cannot be caught or held
by talon or by beak, cannot be lost.
As death soars up again and circles on,
is it enough, that only love is left?
Say yes or no, just as you will. Say yes.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Nimic nu e gratisO pagină goală și-un pahar de vin. De atât aș avea nevoie să intru în atmosfera Crăciunului. Parcă perioada asta a sărbătorilor a încetat să mai fie emoționantă sau măcar interesantă cu foarte mult timp în urmă. Au fost vremuri în care nu suportam ideea de zăpadă, roșu combinat cu verde, luminițe peste tot sau cine știe ce orice altceva. Au fost vremuri în care le-am iubit pe toate cele enumerate și vremuri în care m-au lăsat de-a dreptul rece. De data asta nu știu ce simt. M-aș apuca să scriu câteva rânduri fiecărui om pe care îl cunosc îndeajuns de bine ca să-i scriu doar în ideea de a-i face o bucurie. Vroiam să scriu despre coincidențe și scriu despre Crăciun.Nimic nu e gratis4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Spuneam că nu cred în coincidențe pentru că automat ar trebui să cred în soart
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were alone from the start,
But you didn't care back then.
You were special.
So special that no one could understand you.
But that was special too.
No one could reach you in your bubble.
Then the others came.
They were more special.
You pulled away.
While being surrounded you felt so alone.
Until you were really alone.
And no one could understand you.
Not even you.
You tried to change.
But the bubble was strong.
You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.
That was what the bubble was for.
Then came the time when they pushed you away.
They couldn't have known you are different.
Are you different?
you drifted away,
They won't remember.
They won't remember what they never knew.
Did you know?
Who are you?
Why is it painful?
What is painful?
Why are you crying?
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
A Promise She Made With DeathShe was conceived on the edge of a mirror,A Promise She Made With Death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lined with pretty white lace,
that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils.
She was born with a hole in her heart,
that the doctor's never noticed,
and no one bothered to fill.
She met Death on the playground,
when kindergarten was bending her bones.
Enticed by the glinting of his scythe,
as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit.
She made a pinky promise with him,
swearing that she'd never forget his face.
He came and went,
swayed by corpse breaths
and east-coast winds,
but always leaving her alone.
He showed her how to hurt,
in the worst kind of way.
And each time,
he paid her a visit,
he'd take someone back with him.
She often asked where he would go,
when his curled claws would drag her mother,
and every love she'd ever fallen for,
into the darkness that he crawled from.
All he'd say,
was that she'd find them again someday,
and that he would take her to them, personally.
But as February,
of her fourteenth year,
Your addicted to Runescape...You know your addicted to runescape when...Your addicted to Runescape...9 years ago in Humor More Like This
*When you go to a public bank and start yelling over and over selling pencil 200gp
*When you stand up to a murderer with a gun because you think you have protect against range
*When you get angry that men and women get suspicious about you pickpocketing them once
*You put on your mom's diamond wedding ring thinking its a ring of life and jump off a cliff
*You prowl around a graveyard with a steel hatchet in search of zombies and skeletons
*When you try to find a pick lock option on a locked door
*You report your parents for having sex as it is against jagexss code of behavior
*you challenge a bully twice your size to the wilderness when there is no wilderness and expect your clan to be there
*in the actual woods wilderness you beg a hiker to not kill you
*you stand still and not do anything for days waiting for a random event to come and give you stuff, but end up dieing from starvation
*you believe your bl