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A rose held for you2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Zodiac Story - My Version P.4Zodiac Story - My Version P.42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~Tale of the Zodiac~
-The NinjaZane Version-
*Part 4*
"…It seems the Rat, Ox, and Tiger have finished the Race…" the Dog replied.
"And the Cat?" asked the Pig.
"Dead…" the Dog said bluntly.
The Rooster snorted, "I knew she was too bossy for her own good…" he said harshly.
The Dog slightly laughed, "A little harsh, don't you think?"
The Money suddenly interrupted the two, "Hey, hey, hey! Look up ahead! It's the Horse and Ram!"
Up ahead the Horse had been pushing the Ram through the race. Drag marks could be seen in the floor from the Ram's resistance.
The Ram noticed the group, "…HEY!" he shouted, "Hurry! Run
The Doctors InWon't you come and visit meThe Doctors In6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at Dr. Franklins Island?
Take a boat.
Take a plane.
Once you arrive
plan to stay a while
cause Franklins Island
has a way
of keeping you here.
Enter his lair.
Go into his labs.
Peer through those viles.
But please don't disturb the prisoners.
There's no freeing them now.
They've recieved his brand,
his name upon their skin.
Dr. Franklin owns their everything,
just as he wishes to own yours.
Careful,
not to slip,
not to fall
into his trap,
into his syringe
waiting for you.
He's got a cage prepared for you.
Welcome to Dr. Franklins Island,
The Doctors In.
The DiscoveryThe Great Doctor, as often he was called, died terribly one day due to severe aches—aches as inhuman as could still be called natural. Just a little beyond the line. Of course, the people around him knew not the purpose or the cause of such quiet reflections that were expressed by times of huffing, heaving great quantities of air. Delighted, still, was the Great Doctor at his malady, for it seemed to him only he knew of it. No one suspected anything.The Discovery7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Its beginning, he reflected, was somewhere between five years to one month ago. It could have begun when he first stared at the Moon and noticed its complete plasticity, or when he last lo
Millennium Goal 1: PoetryMillennium Goal 1: Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Original Poem by Ana Paula from Cabo Verde (9 years old) in Portuguese.
For translations scroll down.
Cabo Verde
País calmo
Cheio de árvores e
Pássaros
10 grãos espalhados
Pelo oceano
Ilhas montanhosas
Ilhas planas
Pouca chuva
Muito amor
Pouca riqueza
Muita paz
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English Translation
Cabo Verde
Quiet country
Full of trees and birds
10 grains spread
In the ocean
Mountainous islands
Flat islands
Little rain
Lots of love
Little wealth
A lot of peace
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Spanish Translati
Just Another Demonic MondayIcarus was not a happy servant of the great evil that is Satan. Icarus was a demon, he was also a New Yorker, but despite that he was really a nice guy. Icarus had been assigned to New York a few months back when the previous Demon, "Horuz", had been exorcised by a slightly inebriated hobo, who may or may not have been a Canadian, who happened to be reading the first chapter of Mathew aloud.Just Another Demonic Monday7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Icarus was a very well dressed Demon. He was wearing a custom made black Armani suit with a red silk tie hand-made in the Middle East. He had black hair with a little curl to the front of it, high cheek bones, and black mirror sunglasses even though i
and nowI want to explode/I want to die/I want to escape this emotional hell hole I have dug for myself and run as far away as I can./I won't stop running./I will just go until I can't stand it anymore./Until my feet were so raw that I collapsed./Until my lungs were so tired that they just burst./And finally I would find myself exactly where I needed to be./With the dirt road surrounding me/I could finally be at peace with myself. /I would be too tired to think about my true loves./I would be in too much pain to hurt myself./I would be too empty to fill anyone else up with joy/and maybe then they would notice that I am not there to please them/becausand now7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Predator Turned PreyIt was a rarity that Ink felt like this, like an animal caged and cornered with no where else to run because every direction that he could possibly go would lead to his demise -- or true capture, as it was. His back was pressed to the wall and he could feel his shirt sticking to his back, as well as his long coat clinging to his figure because of the perspiration that kept building up on his form. A drop of sweat slid down his forehead into his eyes and he blinked it away -- bright jade eyes shifting towards a darker, stormier green -- unable to rub it out of his eyes with a hand because the fingers of both hands were tightly holding onto hisPredator Turned Prey8 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
DustinI always watched you, from afar and near.Dustin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always loved you, from the deepest of my heart.
I always wanted you, for you…
For you always made me high, you made me real,
You made me laughed, and you were always there
That's what I really loved about you.
That day you asked me to sit next to you,
I always thought you just wanted to learn how to draw
But I never suspected any more…
For you always laughed, always smiled,
You never cried, when you were around me.
I guess that's what you really love about me.
Sitting close to each other, I see that look in your eyes
Whenever I talk to any other boy, that sting of jealously
Don't worry
De la contrariedadLas expectativas son,De la contrariedad1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
muchas veces, producto del orgullo.
Y cuando estas no se cumplen queda esa desazón...
esa maldita desazón...
Ese perfeccionismo punzante
que se atasca en la garganta;
ese vacío insaciable
que amenaza llenarse con lágrimas;
esa sonrisa agridulce
que desgarra la luz...
Quizás es sólo la desesperación de la impotencia:
El simple terror al terror
de perder el control.
O quizás es sólo la inconformidad
de una victoria a medias.
Nada inminentemente mortal;
probablemente, sólo una patética tragedia.
Una cortada pequeña que arde
y sólo arde por
PolvoPolvo en mis zapatosPolvo1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
en mi pelo, en mi alma.
Polvo negro que el polvo levanta
que nubla mis ojos y me ciega.
Polvo
que se atasca en mis arterias,
que se adhiere a mis pestañas...
Polvo en todas partes.
Que combustiona la vida.
Polvo
de este corazón de concreto,
de este ser despreciable.
¡Y nosotros su sangre!
VertigoEstaba tan alto… tan alto. A un sólo paso de volar…Vertigo1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Las voces no cesarían en mi cabeza. Rebotaban en mi cráneo con cada probabilidad de dolor, cada golpe, cada rasguño…
¡Déjate caer…!
Un simple movimiento. Rápido, instintivo, osado.
Salté al vacío.
Entonces grité hasta sentir que se acababa el aire en mis pulmones; hasta encontrar en mi voz el silencio.
Grité hasta callar todas esas voces, hasta que el miedo se desvaneció en pura adrenalina…
Era completamente libre…
Agujeros negrosComo cuesta respirarAgujeros negros2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
cuando se desespera y el oxígeno pareciera escasear.
Como cuesta mantenerse en pie
cuando las rodillas flaquean, cansadas.
Cada paso que doy, resbala
y se van consumiendo poco a poco
mis reservas de voluntad...
El frío penetra los huesos y el alma,
haciéndolos tiritar sin remedio
así como el mismo miedo que hace arder las entrañas.
Camino, apoyándome en la nada de unos cuantos más sueños remendados
y tres cuartos de los restos de un ideal...
No sé si la derrota se refracta en mi cara
y la pérdida en mis pupilas.
No sé si al aire se le acabó la magia
Inevitable?¿Qué es esta armonía disfuncional que nos funciona,Inevitable?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que nos queda siempre debiendo horas
y nos conduce, sin tregua, lejos de la realidad?
Calcamos el mismo episodio para contar historias nuevas.
Nada hacemos con nada de esto.
¿Nos volveremos a perder en mi espejo y tu reflejo?
Esta réplica detallada de defectos
que no desfilan en nuestra contra,
sino al revés...
¿Es este otro inevitable tal vez?
Vamos a sucumbir de nuevo ante esta catástrofe organizada.
Con los mismos pasos enumerados,
con personajes nuevos, el mismo drama
y el mismo, gastado teatro de ayer...
Son sólo pequeñas d
When you grew up, you diedMy eyes burn at the thought of the chewed-up bitterness in your spineWhen you grew up, you died2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the clenched fists that clawed away at your heart.
There was a time when you loved the sun and woke in its rising flame
Whispering secret longings to the wind
Laughing in the sweet release of spinning life.
And now? Oh now I am afraid no one can help you
But I will ask every star I meet, just in case.
Luna.Como una luna violeta, iridiscente,Luna.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Orlada en perlas, escamas de plata,
Resaltando, alta, bella, ausente,
Absorta en el cielo, tela estrallada.
Zozobras la rodean y ella altiva,
Ondeando sus sayas de nube y escarcha,
Nardos la cubren, brillante, tan viva
Haciendo en la noche su marcha.
En ella veo tu rostro, misterioso,
Rondando en cielo y mente
Invadiéndolo todo, siendo cauteloso,
Dueño de mí, de mi cielo, totalmente...
(Odio no poder serte indiferente...)
La verdadDiria que cuando te viLa verdad2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
te hice mia
pero eso...
es una gran mentira
Diria que en tus ojos
por un instante
me escabulli en tu pelo
y el mundo se redujo a nosotros
pero eso...
es una gran mentira
Diria que esa tarde y esa pena
me perdi en tu silueta
y jamas te pude soltar
pero eso...
es una gran mentira
Diria que en medio de la confusion
sin dudarlo
estuvimos juntos
y el cielo se abriria a tanta gloria
pero eso...
es una
El Soldado Sin EsperanzaEstaba sentado frente a la ventana. Era un día ventoso, no hacía mucho calor. Miraba el cielo cuando un azulejo se posó en el marco de la ventana.El Soldado Sin Esperanza2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Mira, es un azulejo.-quería que mi compañero viese al pájaro-.Hace mucho que no veía uno.-él tomó su pistola y le disparó.
- El pájaro te iba a dar esperanzas de que vas a sobrevivir, y no vas a tenerlas. En este momento, ya no son de utilidad.
La muerte del azulejo no fue nada especial. Ver morir a mis amigos en una guerra sin vencedor sí que lo es. Además, verlos perecer sin poder hacer nada es aún peor. Pero me duele que
Segundo Momento EternoHoy solo se perdió el día de ayer,Segundo Momento Eterno2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
dejado entre los minutos escupidos del reloj,
hoy solo se perdió el atardecer no contemplado,
por los ojos cegados de rutina.
Si, hoy definitivamente algo se perdió.....
OcultoMirada perdida,Oculto3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirada marchita,
Mirada vacía,
Observa lo que esconde la vida.
Música, canciones de dolor.
Esto ocurre cuando el corazón dice sí,
Y la mente protesta con un no.
¡Escúchate, pequeño frenesí!
Silenciosa y lentamente
Desprende una lágrima,
Llevándose la locura adyacente,
Con ilusiones imaginarias.
¡Demencia, frustración,
Desespero y compasión!
Son sólo vagabundos
Deambulantes en mi razón.
Mente de pocos acuerdos,
Dime cuál es tu secreto,
Dime la razón así
De tu posible sufrimiento.
Y entonces jugaremos,
Otra partida del
Gaurdian of the GateGaurdian of the Gate8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Far in the distance
you see a star
you keep it a secret
tell not a soul
who and what you really are
Wish upon it now
and pray it due come true
hope may be the key
then one day ill be able
to envy you
Chorus:
Save the people
its your destiny
Kill them all because
that is your fate
when you fall i will meet you
for i am the gaurdian of the gate
Some days you fight it
others you buckle and crawl
you find that truth is the dreamworld
just make sure in the end
you dont loose it all
you hold all the books
and even took the time
read word for word with understanding
yet you still ask the questions
of the great
ArtificeArtíficeArtifice3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has construido éste universo
que no termina detrás de tu mirada.
Con torres firmes, noches claras
y largas filas de ventanas.
Has diseñado, con el roce de tus manos
rascacielos
con escaleras fuertes y puentes amplios
para llevarme a tocar las nubes con los dedos...
Has dibujado pequeñas casas sobre mi piel;
como hileras infinitas de tus besos.
Porque si afuera llueve, amor mío,
en mi alma tú construyes techos...
On the front stepsIn Autumn's last light,On the front steps7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my old Dog lies down to sleep
and I remember.
Somewhat HopefulA friend I once had asked me when we were still learning about each other asked me why I never smiled. We were with some of my closer friends who knew me a lot better, and for some reason, I automatically answered, "You should be scared when I smile." The others chimed in, "it's never a good thing when she's smiling, it means she's been scheming, and has finally came up with a brilliant plan." I produced a rather sinister smile and we all laughed about it.Somewhat Hopeful2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But the question festered in my head. My mind jumped around to happy memories, trying to remember things that recently made me smile. Not one of those half smiles you do just because you w
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