Somehow standingAll I seeSomehow standing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is weeping silence,
sewn into the rhythms of my life
sound inside my cage,
with dull routine.
I have wound myself,
Did it help?
I simply found myself
a spring, coiled,
I'll eat what ash
can flavoured be,
and build my walls
with friends of silence
and weep my clockwork tears
through drying veins
and cracking eyes.
"somnium"somnium"somnium"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do not be afraid of dreamers
fear the one who is truly awake
RoseRose6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She will meet him one rainy night,
When destiny interferes,
He will be her hero,
To chase away her fears.
He will tell her she is beautiful,
And they will dance the night away,
She will stay no matter what,
Through the brilliance of each day.
She will tightly clutch his hand,
And never leave his side,
He will always protect her,
Each time the stars collide.
He will consider her an equal,
As their minds and souls both merge,
She will feel the anguish,
But his heart will not diverge.
She will risk everything for him,
The oncoming storm,
He will follow her into the dark,
To feel her safe and warm.
He will echo through her dreams,
Burn up a sun just to say goodbye,
She will cry silent tears,
Still waiting for his reply.
She will save his entire world,
Fracturing time and space,
He will make all her dreams come true.
Now he has had his last embrace.
He is forever cursed to walk alone,
So this is what he must do,
She will feel the heartache,
Because he is not you.
She will make her choice,
Preaputinlasuta oameniAtunci când eşti şaptezeci la sută apă,Preaputinlasuta oameni4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oamenii vin să se dea cu barca prin tine.
Vor spune că apa e ba prea dulce, ba prea sărată,
că alegele nu sunt suficient de verzi,
că delfinii nu sunt deloc fericiţi
iar pescăruşii sunt prea gălăgioşi.
Vor număra apoi toate corăbiile pe care le-ai scufundat
şi oricâte ai avea,
întotdeauna vor fi "prea puţine".
Atunci când eşti douăzeci la sută pământ,
oamenii vin să-ţi reproşeze
că le fugi mereu de sub picioare.
Îţi vor sugera să torni nişte beton,
să stai pe loc când te vor călca în tălpi
Atunci când eşti nouă la sută foc,
oamenii pleacă zilnic
spunând că n-o să arzi la nesfârşit de dorul lor,
dar se va găsi mereu ceva de ars.
E plin trecutul de scrisori
Rapsodie...Cu mâinile mele rachmaninovieneRapsodie...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
voi strânge bucăţi de clape suave
dansa-vom atunci cuminţi printre stele
în mii de preludii spălate-n culori,
dansăm cu bocancii plini de noroi
călcând nepăsători prin vreme.
cu ele voi strânge bucăţi din cearşaful
părtaş la atâtea săruturi
şi-n vidul creat de plăpumile trase
deasupra formelor tale pufoase
ne vom iubi, ca mai apoi să strâng
bucăţi de zahăr roşu şi cale lactee.
Cu mâinile mele rachmaninoviene
voi pune cheia minoră sub preş, s-o găseşti,
să ne dansăm iarăşi cuminţi printre stele
în preludii, rapsodii şi-adevărate concerte.
..StatEam..sTinGher.....StatEam..sTinGher...8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Stăteam stingher în faţa unei cruci bizare
Iar tu şedeai acolo, pe iarbă-n faţa mea.
Privirea-ţi pironisei mult dincolo de zare
Iar mintea ta de mult îşi părăsise calea.
Am vrut să-ţi spun ceva, dar tu întors-ai capul.
Mi se părea ciudat, dar totuşi am tăcut...
Abia, ca într-un vis, ţi-am auzit oftatul,
Iar chipul tău frumos mi s-a părut de lut.
Totul în juru-mi părea ciudat de cunoscut...
Cerul de sânge stătea să cadă peste noi, de sus.
Un înger trist păreai, din vremuri de-nceput...
Îmi aminteai de mine, de trupul ce s-a dus...
Un palid trandafir ţineai în mâna ca de ceară,
Eu mă-ntrebam de ce a fost să fie aşa...
Şi cred că viaţa ţi se părea atunci amară,
Căci trandafirul galben căzuse-n faţa mea.
Simţeam durerea şi mă uitam neputincios la ti
O altabine-i doamne să mai dormiO alta5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ziua în amiaza mare
prelinsă lângă mine ai şoptit
îmi e sângele stricat
îmi e gândul mai nimic
tic şi tac
şi tac, şi tic
vezi tu, dragă
să-ţi duci viaţa cere timp
înc-un pic şi înc-un tic
nu e vorbă-n lumea asta
ca să-ţi zic
că nici ultimul din oameni
nu a plâns, dar nici n-a râs
n-a zis nici măcar un pis
măcar unul din mulţime
să fi strâns la piept un vis
poate că am fi avut
altă apă şi
Hebrew godsHere's the gods forsaken in favor of Yahweh the mad:Hebrew gods5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Anat: virgin goddess of war and strife, though she may be married to the god Hadad. Extremely violent deity, although still heroic, for she fought against Yam, the evil sea god.
Asherah: mother goddess, wife of El and later Yahweh. A fertility deity (obviously), she was associated with trees; Yahweh demands the destruction of her sacred trees in the Bible. The concept of the goddess survived for a while, although it is considerated heretic in modern Christianity, for she was a good goddess and not evil unlike her husband, and since christians stand for evil she cannot be accepted by them.
Astarte: goddess of war, fertility and sexuality; vaguely analogous to the babylonian Ishtar, greek Aphrodite and roman Venus.
[Ba'al] Hadad: storm and rain deity, bringer of heavenly water and lightning, and enemy of the sea god Yam. He is possibly the leader of the gods; little is known about how hebrew god hiearchy wor
Let's Hear it for Freedom from Religion!!!Found this in my yahoo news and wanted to share it with you. I align myself with the "nones" as I don't feel I'm a true atheist but I don't buy into the whole religious rhetoric of some superior being either. Anyway, I found this article not surprising at all. Far too many Americans are just fed up with being told they're sinners all the time or that they'll go to hell if they don't follow the churches teachings.Let's Hear it for Freedom from Religion!!!3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The rise of atheism in America
By The Week's Editorial Staff | The Week 12 hrs ago April 13, 2012
The number of disbelievers is growing, but they remain America's least trusted minority. Why?
How many atheists are there?
It depends on your definition of the term. Only between 1.5 and 4 percent of Americans admit to so-called "hard atheism," the conviction that no higher power exists. But a much larger share of the American public (19 percent) spurns organized religion in favor of a nondefined skepticism about faith
missing youI miss your smile, I miss your touch;missing you8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I miss the voice I loved so much;
And when I'm sleepless in the night
I miss the arms that held me tight.
It seems like only yesterday
So quietly you slipped away.
You were the rock I leaned upon,
I've had to be strong now you've gone.
No tomorrows for us to share
Still I sense you everywhere;
The love we had, death cannot sever;
Deep in my heart it lives forever.
Sleep my loved one, peacefully;
You earned your place in eternity.
Each night I gaze at the starlit sky
Reliving the years of you and I.
Paper HeartsI hope no one notices,Paper Hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're cut down the middle,
I'll try to sketch the seams
to make you whole again.
No one tried to tell me,
your paper heart so brittle,
one cut would leave you dying,
bleeding on the floor.
I'll take my pencil carefully,
and try to sketch the lines.
Fix you, make you whole again,
the magic in your eyes.
A line to help.
A line to heal.
A shade to seal.
A friend in need.
pencils, pens, from life to death
try to mend the wounds
they try to aid, but try in vain
pencils, pens, to draw the rain
to fix a wound, to break the chain
till only time's erase remains.
Despre sufleteAtunci când mi-e dor, e suficient să strig de 3 ori: Sufletul meu!". El mă aude din prima, dar îi face plăcere să-mi asculte vocea. Apoi îmi îmbrăţişează peretele inimii cu mâinile sale firave, alintând delicat cu buricul degetelor carnea mea Şi ţipă la mine, după mine Eu nu îl aud, dar îl simt Simt o durere, ca un fel de apăsare atunci când vocea sa atinge miocardul meu E ca atunci când valurile se izbesc cu pasiune, răzbunare, ură, iubire de ţărm. Şi ţărmul îşi iubeşte marea Altfel cum aţi explica suferinţa la care se expune zilnic doar pentru a-şi atinge şi simţi iubita". Eu îmi iubesc sufletul altfel. E micul meu copil, de care trebuie să am grijă.Despre suflete4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sufletul meu e foarte
Unexpected Annoyances Finally! Oh, finally it was happening! Yes, yes, yes, I just love how this feels! The rush of pure joy, the way my pencil marks the page! Sentence after sentence! My heart is pounding with joy, my hand is moving faster and faster, I'm reaching the very core of my story! She's about to enter the cafeteria where she'll witness the sudden murder of her classmates. God, I do love this piece! Just a few more sentences... yes she's about to see... she's about to...Unexpected Annoyances5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fuck it!" I looked up with a scowl on my face and barely met the eyes of the strangers sitting around me in the library. One of them had blonde-bleached hair and gave me an annoyed curl of her lips.
I shrugged and mumbled under my breath, holding up my pencil as evidence, "My pencil broke."
I Never Had Intrest in Being a Sheep or ShepherdI never Had Interest in Being a Sheep, or ShepherdI Never Had Intrest in Being a Sheep or Shepherd3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
II never had interest in being a sheep, or Shepherd
Those old swindlers of Sinai's biblical mount
Made a miracle of that ignominious heap
IIThe Shepherd bids our knowledge sleep
For a sheep's mind cannot amount
Made a miracle of that ignominious heap
IIIThe staff a spear for youth to weep
The ancient hymn, a coercive shout
Made a miracle of that ignominious heap
IVI never had interest in being a sheep, or Shepherd
6000 lies of meter (I have lost count)
Made a miracle of that ignominious heap
VLook, the swindlers mount bustling with sheep
More than a sleepy fellow would ever want to count
I never had interest in being a sheep, or Shepherd
I could find no miracle in that ignominious heap
China's Communist RestructuringGreetings to all!China's Communist Restructuring3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This post comes at the end of extensive research and thought, both specifically for this post and for unrelated schoolwork. Since China is one of the last few officially communist countries left, I have always wanted to do a piece on my thoughts surrounding how China has been able to maintain its system. In order to do so, I had to look in to some things, while juggling around quite a bit of other work.
Moving on, pretty much everyone knows that China is a communistic country. It has been ever since Mao Zedong succeeded against the nationalist Kuomintang fighters back in the Chinese Civil War of 1949. But much has changed since Mao died in 1978, and nothing of it has been within his vision. Mao was very attached to revolutionary spirit, and had strong belief in the power of the agrarian peasantry. Deng Xiaoping was not concerned as much when it came to preserving Mao's beliefs. Market based reforms became the goal of the day, and by now China has replaced m
Unstable PrologueHan Psychiatric Ward FilesUnstable Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Patient Name : Kim Heechul
Date of Birth : July 10, 1983
Reason for Admission : Split Personality Disorder
Year Admitted : 2003
File Author : Han Geng
I found him wandering the streets of Seoul one night in the winter of 2003. After meeting him, I brought him home and discovered that he had violent tendencies that he couldn't remember after sleeping. I came to the conclusion that he had a multiple personality disorder. After becoming close with him, I was motivated to create the Han Psychiatric Ward to help him and others like him.
Patient Name : Park Jungsu (Eeteuk)
Date of Birth : July 1, 1983
Reason for Admission : Schizophrenia
Year Admitted : 2004
File Author : Han Geng
His condition caused him to over-power a security guard at a museum and steal the guards gun. He threatened to kill hostages if he wasn't given the figurines in the exhibit depicting a traditional Korean school house. He was persuaded eventually to give up the gun and proceeded to tell th
Ploaie de toamnaPloaie de toamna7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Ce ciudat e cand ploua, cum unii oameni se ascund, si altii se plimba ca si cum nu ar cadea stropi mari de apa din cer. Eu cred ca celor care se ascund le e frica sa nu li se intinda machiajul. Si mama se machiaza, si mereu il atentioneaza pe tata sa nu o sarute ca i se ia rujul. Da, asta trebuie sa fie."
Un copil de 7 ani, pe o banca in fata casei, se uita la trecatorii grabiti. Cerul era innorat, si stia ca atunci cand e cerul innorat va ploua. Si stia ca atunci cand ploua se intinde machiajul oamenilor, si de aceea ei se ascund.
"Ce ciudat e, cand ploua...de ce oare se ascund toti sub umbrele, nu e ca si cum nu ar face dus acasa dimineata, oare le e frica de apa? Poate e din cauza hainelor. Se uda. Se aduna pe corp si le arata formele. Deci hainele trebuie sa-ti ascunda corpul..."
Avea 7 ani si nu stia prea multe, dar ce stia era o siguranta, o descoperire valoroasa. La varsta asta afli cele mai multe adevaruri s-ar putea spune.
"Cel mai ciudat cand ploua, e cand v
Jurnalul ConteseiE noapte si ticaitul ceasului se aude foarte apasator. Cainii latra si trasurile umbla val-vartej catre case. Luna nu apare pe cer intrucat e innorat. Se pare ca maine va ploua tomnatec desi suntem in luna martie. La geamul unei ferestre sta o lumanare groasa si scursa, ce lumineaza tocul aurit al penitei si hartia galbuie ce inghite cerneala. Penita se misca cu viteza fiind animata de o mana firava, alba, cu degete lungi. Mana se misca duios dand nastere la cel mai frumos scris din cate s-a vazut.Jurnalul Contesei7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
La acel birou de langa fereastra nu sta nimeni altcineva decat Contesa ce isi deapana gandurile de peste zi. In fiecare noapte o putem zari la biroul ei bogat ornamentat, scriind de zor cele mai ascunse traiti si sentimente, cele mai tainice intamplari. Scrisul ei caligrafic ascunde in el trairi si emotii neimportante sau importante, care ii schimba viata in bine sau in rau... toata povestea ei salasluieste pe niste bucati de hartie neinsemnificative...
Intotdeauna cand luna dispare de pe ce
because rain is meant for...if living were a shirt,because rain is meant for...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd be size large
and i would be an
strangled by my own
because i spend my time
if ever i had
the chance to hear
ten thousand abbey-monks
singing in perfect harmony,
i would still be stubborn enough
to say you
are more divine.
you are the start,
and the ever-after
of the most destructive
and beautiful storms
to grace the surface of my world;
every time you walk away
you leave behind
all the evidence
that it will surely
but i do not deserve
to dance in such a storm,
for i am worthless weather,
the kind where people
take the nearest object,
umbrella or newspaper,
and hide from the skies;
i'm a silent storm,
i am a raindrop in a
God will keep you safeThere is trouble, danger, and pain in our lives, and only in trusting in God it will be safe and well in our lives. I myself am a victim of cancer, and it's super rare. But the style is safe and done lots by the professionals. There is a silver lining in every dark cloud in our lives. There are people out there we have to remember that are no where near us in the world of medicine and safety and comforts. God will see us through and make us safe, and only if we simply trust in Him. I pray every day God will keep His people safe and well, and well keep on doing the work until He says "Enough". You should too and keep on doing great work for the Lord your God! Stay safe and be well in God!God will keep you safe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This