SocksYou can't always win a nobel prizeSocks6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or vicarious eyes
while thinking of ways to rhyme
with a 2 syllable word;
I spew lizard,
despite how absurd,
and whether or not
that strikes you in awe
or raises a brow,
or opens your jaw,
regardless of whatever you're thinking right now,
this has no relevance... to anything. At all.
Sometimes you write
about humanity's flaws,
write to grant laughter,
or analyze God,
but then when you write,
you imagine your bed!
so maybe you'd rather be writing
about... socks, instead.
It shouldn't take long
since i'm very much familiar
and quite frankly, an expert,
in the subject matter,
I mean, I wear socks
like, every day, man.
It's I think something
everyone should try.
At least once,
just sit down and write.
No theory, no philosophy,
no literary temptation.
Just write shit about socks,
and the feet that wear them.
Tres VezesSão as Três vezes que me bates à porta.Tres Vezes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Porta essa, que nunca te abrirei.
Três vezes que te vejo,
que te não beijo,
e jamais te sentirei.
Vozes intrusas nas Três vezes que te invejo,
só!, por aquilo que nunca tive.
Três vezes que te peço paz,
que em minh'Alma não vive.
Três vezes que não sinto
aquilo que me dobra as veias.
Três vezes que choro
por cada noite em que te não ouço.
Três vezes que te amo
mesmo não te querendo aqui.
São as Três vezes em que não me possuiste,
nas Três vezes que me dei a ti.
Perdi-teOnde o perdi, se já não o acho?Perdi-te5 years ago in Other More Like This
Onde o esqueci, onde o deixei?
Procuro-o no meu corpo, no meu riacho
Chamo pelo nome que em dias cantei
Carrego o peso, com aquele ar de morte
A boca fica seca, e a droga não me socorre
Procuro-o com esperança, terei sorte?
Se não o acho, meu coração morre!
A cruz perdida, a relegião que não prezei
Andava à deriva, ás escuras
- Deus me castigou pelas noites que não rezei
E o Diabo abrará as minhas custuras
O sabor que não achei, na minha lingua dormente
Não era amor o que eu sentia
Mas sim, algo demente
Nos dias em que na rua te via
Não se tratava de religião, era crença,
Não era amor, era doença.
MariaRecordo:Maria5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Estavas linda no teu sossego
Coberta de flores
De todas as cores.
Tinhas um ar sereno
Parecias uma criança
Pena estares em um caixão
E seres apenas uma lembrança.
Someone Pinch MeI used to think it was youSomeone Pinch Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing on my neck at night...
Then I realized
It was just my fan that sits
That makes more noise than I do
When I cry.
I used to think it was you
Singing me to sleep at night
Then I realized
It was just the mix of our songs
Playing in my
I used to think it was you
Drying my tears at night
but then I realized
It was all just a dream
Someone pinch me.
It takes more than a prayer to forget all of this...
Broken mix tapes and torn pictures.
But how do you erase a memory
burned into your skull?
Its under your skin.
Its under my skin.
And what about that feeling I get?
The burning feeling on my skin
What about the flow in my eyes
That I get
When you tell me
You miss me.
Someone pinch me..
the dream is over.
Black Metal PromterBlack Metal Promter7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Argh Argh Argh Argh Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah blea blea blea blea Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah bleah bleah bleaaaaaaaaaa
Urrrrrrrr Mrrrrrr Argh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Satan!!!!! Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh Ouaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Apricots!!!!!!! Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah
Thank you very much!
ConstructDelving into the originsConstruct1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand
Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts
In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief
It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray
DisappointmentMy emotions are raw and worn-out likeDisappointment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Old shoes, walked too far, with such a long way to go
My stomach is sick, and still I persist
As if some pagan god will save me
From a world like this
And what can I say?
You don’t understand
No matter what I had planned
My life turns out this way
My only light in this wicked world
And you don’t seem to see
I’m no longer a little girl
And I can’t be who you want me to be
Under stars that are bleak
In a sky that is dark
I am too tired, too weak,
To bend to your heart
Perhaps if I beg, perhaps if I plead
Under a sun that is cold, and clouds that are grey
You’ll wake up one morning and be
As happy as if I hadn’t turned out this way
The PainI'm in pain...The Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain that comes with love...
But no... not the good type of pain...
The kind of pain...
That just makes you feel...
As if something left...
And might never come back...
The kind of pain that
Resonates through your heart
For seemingly days on end...
No matter when it started...
I feel like a liar
And a cheat...
I don't deserve anything...
Not even this pain...
Because this pain...
It comes on the tail end
Of what used to be happiness...
But now I'm butchered...
One part of my heart...
Taken out without question...
Losing the will to live...
But I have to stay...
Suffer in the legacy of pain
That I've created in my past...
I can't let anyone else down
The way I have...
But I knew this would happen...
I knew I would cause
Some sort of pain or strife...
Something to hurt you...
And something that would hurt me
Twice as much...
But you didn't listen...
Now I'm suffering here in pain...
Moving OnYou talk about spirits.Moving On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ethereal beings just out of reach.
Comparing me to some distant ghost
who wanders the halls of your memory.
Don't you remember that only sad specters linger?
Tormented souls that can't bring themselves
To take their foot from the crack in the door.
I, too, find my hem caught in the lock.
I, too, cry out and scare myself at night.
And I'm afraid you'll exorcise
all remnants of my being.
Cut off all ties and send me
hurtling into the unknown.
Denying me the solace
as I move from one life to the next.
The Children of SocietyThe Children of SocietyThe Children of Society3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Two of them had a daddy,
Who tended to help out his wife,
By always standing by her,
To violently ruin her life.
One of them loved his mommy,
Even past her death.
But hated that she left him,
In his sisters' cruel hands.
And to his daddy's hollow head.
One loved her daddy,
And her mommy too.
But loving them gets harder,
When they don't love you.
And they don't care who you fuck with,
And don't care who fucks you.
Of one the story is unknown,
No one knows,
If he'll ever tell.
And one just has so many,
It's become a literal hell.
A genius, a brilliant boy,
Covered in a bloody alloy.
One of them cared,
For her family.
But those she looked up to most,
Thought she would make a perfect toy,
And used it until it broke.
Some murderers, some violent.
All loving alcohol and drugs.
Some criminals, some dealing.
Some beating up others,
For their monthly bucks.
Some call us deranged,
Some call us insane.
Most of us refuse to whine.
It's no excuse,
But I think all of us,
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.We are the King and Queen of Broken Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.
It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.
We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.
There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so
Four Words I've Been Dying to Tell You...I'm nothing without you...Four Words I've Been Dying to Tell You...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shh.Shh.Shh.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hung my thoughts from trees
By pressing my lips against
Glass bottle lids open to hear
I tied nooses with hands
That shook as I whispered
Cold truths no one wished
I drained feelings from
My heart that were not
Substantial enough to
I watched my figure
Turn ashen and fade into an
The bottles in the tree
Made more noise clinking
Together than my
I sat beneath my thoughts
Wondering if it would have
Been different had I not
Bottled a song.
Dancing CocktailDancing Cocktail2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She'd never been to a club before, but the instant she stepped in with shoes four inches taller than she liked the atmosphere sucked her into the crowd in ways she never thought she would accept.
The beat was faster than her heart, and when her body moved in circles the way she'd never intended she could hardly give a shit.
Hands touched her, alcohol drowned her, voices and bass and her own breathing deafened her. It all coiled together in a delicious cocktail of passion and energy, sickening with the raw exposure.
She was surrounded by people she'd never met.
Her blood was running more than a marathon runner.
Sweat dripped down her mini skirt, hitting her stilettos like rain on the pavement.
Sweet Jesus, it was more perfect than she could've hoped for.
PRECIPITOUS WALTZNatural light dies an imminent deathPRECIPITOUS WALTZ1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
under heavyweight satchels of rain
Remnants of a few citrine rays
stubbornly endure like a thick
milk shake in a thin straw
White cotton women dilute
in accelerated shelter
leaving no solace of dessert
for the sweet teeth soured
by the needle viceroys
of Cain's salt acupuncture
Blue raincoats sigh in infamy
accepting their asphyxiated fate
on the shoulders of men who can't sing
A guide to concert photographyA guide to concert photography4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you want to be a concert photographer? In the press pit with a few thousand hysterical fans directly behind you and your favourite band a mere few feet in front of you? Sounds exciting right? Well it is! But it is also very difficult to become an established concert photographer. This short guide will hopefully point you in the right direction and offer helpful tips and advice for your first steps into a career in music photography.
Getting a gig to shoot
First you need a gig to shoot and getting one couldn't be simpler. Start small by shooting local bands. Check free music publications and utilise Myspace to find any local bands that might be playing a free gig in your area. Always remember to introduce yourself to the band. Email addresses, telephone numbers or some means of contact can always be found on a band website or Myspace page. Whichever route you take make sure you let them know who you are and exactly why you will be shooting the gig.
we were never hereand when i woke upwe were never here2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reality washed away like
those stains on your jeans,
maybe they were never there.
I want to loveI want to love.I want to love2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That feeling found,
In the space between,
Hope and innocence.
That feeling found,
Flying in the voice of beauty,
Wandering the connections of two bodies embraced.
If love was or is a fire,
Then why have I never felt its warmth?
Where is the map, compass or signal for my love GPS?
I thought that if the coordinates were set,
This would be easy,
It still isn't.
Never has easy been this hard,
Love is seen but seldom captured,
It's in the moments,
When time is told to wait,
For an image, thought or kiss,
These words were constructed,
By a calloused mind,
And a bruised memory,
The scars of someone who tries.
MosquitoI was in love with a mosquito.Mosquito3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hid under butterfly wings
And surrounded yourself with flowers
You sucked my blood away from me,
Made me itch for answers.
You stole my happiness, without me knowing.
I gave you my power, foolishly and willingly
I trusted you.
And when I smacked you off my heart
I hit myself too hard
And now I'm broken, slightly shattered and not completely whole.
In the process, I killed the life you knew.
And it's not like a bad dream where, we can just wake up screaming.
And it's all going to be okay
Because my screams so real
Were like a sad song
No one wants to hear.
So as I sat in the grass
The rain pounding down
When the sirens blew by
I knew nobody could hear me, especially you, my mosquito.
Many times you made me cry
And although you're done, crushed a
When love dies, so do IGo ahead and laugh if that's whatWhen love dies, so do I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you want, but
this is just what happens
someone like me runs out
(I'm broken and it's your fault).
Don't turn around, I want
you to face me,
to stare into my
You'll see nothing.
(I'm gone and it's your fault).
It's Not My FaultI told my friendsIt's Not My Fault3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ALL about Jesus
I told my friends
ALL about God's GRACE and LOVE
She did not listen
He told me I was wrong
They asked me questions
I could NOT answer
IT'S ALL MY FAULT!
God has lost more children
I COULD NOT GROW
THE SEED I PLANTED!
(7) So the one who plants is not important and the one who waters is not important. Only God, who makes things grow, is important. (8) The one who plants and the one who waters have the same purpose and each will be rewarded for his own work. (9)We are God's workers, working together; you are like God's farm, God's house. (1 Corinthians 3:7-9)
It's not my job
To grow the seed
It is my job
To plant and water the seed
With my actions
With my words
With my thoughts
SO IT'S OK!
IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
It's not your fault
It's no ones fault