FriendshipFriendship is like peeing your pantsFriendship10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone else can see it
But you're the only one
That can feel the true warmth
Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
The harsh truthEverything is dust in the wind...The harsh truth10 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Ever so small and insignificant...
No matter the size or influence...
Nothing last forever...
Nothing other than the earth and sky...
Life starts and end as the wheel of fate decides...
We come and go as it wishes...
Anything can alter your future...
But no matter what, all our final destination is already decided...
Time waits for none...
Only death waits for man...
Even with all your money, an extra second won't be bought...
Nothing can buy you another minute...
Becuase the truth is
Everything is dust in the wind...
LectureLecture10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The lecturer enters, oozing authority and confidence - after all, he mostly talks bollocks so he might as well believe in it. He carries no book or notes, just a bulb horn and a desk bell. He places the bell on a lectern in the centre of the stage and keeps the horn in his hand at all times.
Lecturer: Good evening. I have much to say today, and there shall be no procrastination. I shan't be expecting you to take it all in, so whenever I say something of particular importance I shall sound this horn (he sounds the horn) and pause briefly for you to write it down. Those of you who were stupid enough to come to this lecture without notepads and/or pencils, you might as well leave right now as I have no sympathy for you whatsoever, and nor indeed should anyone else. On your way out you may collect a sandwich board which reads "I am unprepared" on the front and "Please do not employ me, I shall merely let you down" on the back. I urge you to wear it all times, as it will make other
I amI am the author of childhood requiems,I am8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The maestro behind dying symphonies.
I am the heartbreaker and the
I am love. I am hate.
I am passion. I am malice.
Wherever you see a lost soul,
I am there.
Whenever you think you're alone,
I am next to you.
I am the casual whispers of lovers.
I am the sharp crack of the whip on an innocent.
I am the complex simplicity of all
You never heard.
I am the last mortal breath of
The murky swamp in which all your worries lie,
The heavenly aroma of newborn skin.
I am the soul of the coward,
The victorious grin of the hero.
I am the tender kiss of mercy.
The dying wish of the dead.
I am the stranger amongst friends.
I am the first thoughts you will ever utter.
I am the last words.