Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
Her EyesI look into her soft, mellow & tender, longing eyes.Her Eyes6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then I feel her despair, a series of empty breaths, and deepening sighs.
I feel her desire of want and need for love.
The need to be held, a feeling so high; high above.
Her eyes, are empty.
With an attempt to fill that void, I jump into the rabbit hole.
All I want to do is help her, mend her heart and her soul.
How far will it go? I cannot fathom.
For within this poor soul lies a deep, dark chasm.
Her eyes, are deep.
The farther I delve, the better I can see.
The woman here is being taken more and more by me.
I stare longer, an effort to make both happy; even excited.
Her glance, returned my gaze, yet unrequited.
Her eyes, are true.
In her mind I can feel the writhing.
I pull her waist, body pressed to mine; her feelings reviving.
A soft touch of her hand and the sweet nectary taste of her lips…
We explore this vast sea of love, The Passion and Desire, the names of our ships.
Her eyes, are loving.
Old FeelingsOld feelings I see in youOld Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never really got over them properly
I just rush in to stop the process of that
I hopped in too quickly
I should have let you recover
But if I did what would have happened?
Would you had love me? Would you had love another person?
Would you ever love again?
These questions ran through my mind
And now you are in this mood
A mood of you don't know what to do anymore
You feel trap, wanting to escape
I'm here to help but you wanted to throw it away
Which makes me feel useless, alone, unwanted
That's why I was sighing a lot lately
You made me feel lost, making me not knowing where to go
You say I have a bright future, but I don't know what to do with it
Having a decent income, a family it's there but the question is, would you be in it?
I want you to be in it, I want you to happy again
But it seems you are just confused and frustrated
I try to turn that around but you are not wanting it
You want to try on your own, trying to find yourself
People always want to f
The Fall of Bitter HeartsReaching outThe Fall of Bitter Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing to hold
Temper getting shorter
Still becoming cold
Burning in the shadows
Consumed eternal rage
A shiver in a million
Eyes freezing with hate
Taken to the turmoil
Where fearless men would start
Dragged into the misery
As the weakest ones depart
Convulsions in the body
Tension in the spine
Stand amidst the chaos
With our small desires to die
Purging into venom
Murder's now an art
Because the need for constant violence
Encases bitter hearts.
Purity In EssenceGod whispers poetry in my earPurity In Essence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I open forth an inky vein
I say inky because I release it in black
And sometimes blues
It's everything from my ruse to prove
That I'm as normal and happy as
A moon shining over a pair of lovers
But the ink spills over most of the time
While it flows and seeps into the fibers of whiteness
I'm really making crop circles in secret
Crop circles filled with messages to people
People who only see the crops being cut all the time
Always out of season
Or too late
And the ink continues to flow from God's mouth
Through my ears and into my brain
Then out my eyes
And that's usually when it turns blue
Sometimes it comes out of my mouth in sticky black
Causing ink to soak everyone
But they are not touched by the poetry that God tells me
They have stoppered their ears so the ink evades them
So I keep my ruse for those with gobstoppers in their ears
They can be terrified by my crop circles
Writing letters to myself may seem absurd
Still it's all I have to re
EVICTED SONG CHORDSEVICTED SONG CHORDS5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
G C D
Finn and Jake Set out to find a new home
G C D G
But is gonna be tough For a kid and a dog on there own
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
HarmlessDrifting in little more than a whisperHarmless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
isn't fine, nor tedious.
Wafting with the waves only
lifts you far enough to
believe in another side.
Though the crescented sky revealed
the sun's crimson shadow,
I repined that its tenor were mine.
Choice's vice held me to
my promise: wading
safely in the water.
Stop listening to the sharks
and glaze your eyes over
to the bodies facing down, lapping
up water until so gorged they bob
as bloated buoys into the setting
Both their eyes and mine are hollow,
chained to the ocean's floor.
Souls and SparklesTo write something that is meaningful to someone else, you must first write something that is meaningful to yourself.Souls and Sparkles3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There are a thousand rooms in each person's mind, and each mind is a maze because it has been tangled. The hallways are criss-crossing and clumping, like long hair in the wind. Society has made it so.
We all have impure thoughts. Things that would make us "bad", unequal, or imperfect. Thoughts that make us different in gloriously unusual ways. We are born into the world unashamed, but then we are taught the unspoken words. Words that are rules. Words like normal, like good and bad, ugly and pretty. We are taught that if we do not fit the rule of "good", we are bad. We are evil, we are tainted, and so we are unwanted.
So, each of us hides our failures; our shortcomings, even though they are exactly the opposite of such. They are a representation of the uniqueness of each human soul, but unique is "bad", and so we hide. And those impure thoughts are hidden in darke
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
The Sun and The MoonThe Sun and The Moon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The never ending love story,
Of the sun and the moon.
The moon is always chasing,
But forever lives in gloom.
The moon without the sun,
Is as dark as black,
The sun lights up his eye,
And gives his heart an attack.
But the sun doesn't move,
For she knows the true fate,
Of the disaster it would cause,
If they were soul mates.
So the sun doesn't tempt
The moon with his cold,
She just keeps beaming down,
Lighting up the world.
It's an eternal chase,
Which can never be undone.
So the moons heart,
Is always burning for the sun.
DariaPaint me a portraitDaria3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A picture of pain
A canvas based water colour
With love from Ukraine
Sign your name 'Daria'
and the year you gave birth
To this beautiful masterpiece
You beautiful girl
Draw him a sketch
With your sorrowful pen
If he ignores you
Then draw it again
If he continues
Use your pen for words
A soul mate could not resist you
You beautiful girl
Sing me a song
With your angelic tone
In the depths of the night
When we sit alone
With every note that escapes
From your lips into my world
You bring Heaven closer
You beautiful girl
Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,Arms Of A Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.
LingerieEvery woman owns one garmentLingerie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
A Loveless DayA Loveless Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Loveless Day
(That Will Never Fade)
This same old dream that I so loath
A vision of a dull world shrouded in gray
As I walk down a never ending road
The colorlessness in everything never seems to decay
In slow motion I suffer alone
Under the liquid-silver droplets of rain
You had no idea how strong my love was
You played a part in the pain that was dealt and done
You didn't experience the ocean of tears that I had to swim through
You didn't see the countless days I had to endure without being around you
You never felt the sickness within the soul that I had kept
You never knew of the quakes in my heart that you had fed
For you I had damaged myself
For you I put myself through hell
But I swear it was worth it
Because now I know how hard life can get
I want you to realize that you aren't a loss
For you will always be known as my first love
This same old reality that I can't let go
A nightmare of a person who is so far away
As I try to run from the world
ScaredScared3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Souls screaming about the room
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me what I have to know
But pain finishes first
The sticks and stones that hurt
The worst the most
Stars spinning into the night
If I crush one, will it whimper?
I could, but I won't
Because I'm scared
S for sibilant
Carnal delights that hurt and
Remember me? It's
A frightened child
Spiders spinning dark moonshine
If I find them, will they leave?
Giving me their lies
But pain is my champion
First, second, always
Alive in my eyes and ears
Because I'm scared
S for sacrificed
Caring, sweet, little
Angel who cannot
Souls fading about the bed
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me everything
CounterfeitShe smiles with the intent to fool,Counterfeit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But her life is far from admirable,
She laughs with the intent to hide,
But her heart throbs for benevolence...
Her eyes try to distort the truths she has made,
Her whole body looking confident on display,
Her mouth bellowing words wanting to be reassured,
But her self battle is constantly Penetrating...
When alone she wails to the sky,
Pleading to forget her past,
Waiting for her soul to accommodate,
And release this crippling burden...
She wonders how long she must suffer,
Keep up this Blessed act,
She's exhausted challenging such emotions,
Playing this part just so society can accept her....
Is it worth it?
Sometimes she's not so sure,
What she really wants in this world,
Is to simply let go and be free,
Unfortunately for her, she's me...