revolt against human living.and here (here here) is a secret: i write only to break my own heart. because that is what humanity is all about. we love to hurt, we love to be told we'll be worth something. (we love)...revolt against human living.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
the thought of love
life and/and death
(anything but ourselves)
we walk around with white powder under our noses and cigarettes placed to our ugly lips. we peel our scabs until we realize just cutting open the skin is so much better. we leave loved ones because we don't bel
and can you just imaginei'm writing so many love poemsand can you just imagine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but each word just doesn't
explain what i'm feeling
i can't believe i prefer walking under
perfect rain clouds just because
i can't bear unable to listen
to the sound of your
would you believe me if i told you that
i enjoy walking on tight-rope emotions
and meeting the destination instead
of falling will upset me?
i just can't believe you lit my heart
with a match and moist rain drops
simply won't help because somebody
told me i should let my heart keep
burning until it stops
but in my perspective it's like letting
the sun dim and washing the world
and where the hell could we feel
the sun's embracing kisses?
but i promise your presence
is like an explosion of heat
and we'll just sink in the atlantic
using our mouths to share oxygen
and maybe we can share a new theory to scientists
can we ever start a revolution?
you can the be shining sun over the world
imagine summerdays over 200 degr
Playing Catch-UpEmerging in the depths of past collisionsPlaying Catch-Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a high jump of a challenge not always worth taking,
but knowing a restless soul will not be sedated
with second-guessing, a deep breath is ignored
before taking a dive in a current that tugs down
instead of pushes up, builds pressure instead
of releasing tension, and though knowing
the consequences, does all this anyway.
Recalling yesterdays and passing glances
when tomorrow calls with a siren quality, beckoning,
direction is reversed and somehow today has been skipped,
and reliving moments I was never a part of,
searching for clues to a puzzle already solved,
but for some reason, hellbent that there is a piece missing.
I've been here before, but I can't remember when.
It's never just a stroll down the lanebut a marathon
in which there is no end, because the past is continually
being made, and if I think a second in the yesteryears, it's
the rest of my life I'm trying to catch up with, now. So
forgive me in my reflections, if I don't r
ElectrolytesI can raise my hands into the skyElectrolytes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And scoop down a fistful of cotton clouds
That've lusted in the thunder
And turned an ink black;
I want to pick out strings of white lightning,
Put them in a syringe
And inject volts into my veins.
Yes, Yes, and YesDarling, I have a theoryYes, Yes, and Yes6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Poetry, like humanity, was invented for love
There are other reasons and uses, of course
But all else is secondary
It is like a house, built to hold life
On concrete and wooden planks, we walk
And sure, there's furniture
And these tables and chairs and beds are important
But they are just the crutches of the every day
We could soldier on without
The poetry is the foundation
The sticks and stones
It is what will make or break us
And it is the wolf coming to blow it all away
So why do we use, use, use
Use poetry like a train station
A way to get from point A to point B
Baby, you can ride anytime
My thunderbolt over railroad tracks
Parallel like I could only dream of us being
Parallel like my lips set to apathy
Boulder-strong like my bones can only dream of being
I need to stop dreaming of the parallel of window shades
In late afternoon, on days when poetry couldn't contain my thunder
I haven't seen much sunlight since
Poetry is a staircase, an elevator
It's a car
ChessboardWhite. Black. White. Black.Chessboard6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He stared at the chessboard in front of him. At the finely chiselled pieces, the glass figurines, some translucent, some opaque. At the tiling beneath their feet, ever-changing variants of black and white.
He stared, uncomprehendingly, yet a familiar longing stirred in his mind, a familiar urge to touch those pieces once again, to move them with the elegance and the alacrity he once possessed.
He didnt really notice the eyes on him, from outside the room, from through the blinds.
Hows his condition? Is he improving?
The doctor quizzed the nurse.
A shake of the head, a sad smile on her face. Nothing. Nothing had changed.
Does he remember? Anything? Anything at all?
Another shake of the head, in the negative.
Both doctor and nurse sighed in unison, looking at the man in the bed.
I was hoping the chessboard would stir some memories but it seems not.
He grasped the pawn, that small glass piec
the devil, you returnedmy stomach tiesthe devil, you returned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so tight my ribcage
will explode as i
the person i thought
i loved the most has
walked away in moonlight
with an intoxicated stomach
and red sunset, beautiful
funny, i didn't expect you
to pay me a visit from the
but yet, you love me
such much more
and god hates me
my dignity and
NicknamesWe should have nicknames.Nicknames6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It's a recurring theme, I've noticed; all the people I've known of importance have had nicknames. They've been Jakes instead of Jacobs, Mikes instead of Michaels, Alexes instead of Alexanders or Alexandras. But we don't have nicknames, no, we're just the names stamped on our birth certificates and that's what we've always been. We are John Does and Jane Does, and present ourselves that way to every person in our lives. There's no variation, you see?
But you can't force a nickname. I've wondered how sports teams churn out their nicknames so efficiently; my friends play football, and their team is full of nicknames that aren't really names. They don't make sense to someone not in on the joke. They're all names like "Candy Land" and "Monster" and "Krispies," names which have some interesting story behind them that can only be explained to strangers with a "don't ask." But we have none of that athletic prowess required to get a nickname of that caliber
AlwaysSpeak always ofAlways6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stress and difficulties,
and find your life
stressed and difficult.
in terms of cost,
and find you've
spent a fortune.
Exert endless energy
on building defenses
and find yourself
always under attack.
Pay Attention to MEHuman beings are "social animals", and that simply means that we tend to group ourselves together. We group in large groups, and then decidedly smaller groups as we gravitate towards people that are more and more like us as individuals.Pay Attention to ME6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Social" is another way of saying "attention". We all need it, from the moment we're born until the day that we die. Many refuse to ADMIT that they need it, but the fact remains, our DNA forces us to seek attention, human beings are NOT meant to be ignored, we are not meant to be alone.
Like all things, "attention" has it's good and bad sides, it's as unavoidable as the need to breathe, we seek attention even when we don't realize that we do it, just like we breathe and don't even think about it.
They do both have something else in common: while they are both unconscious acts, they both can be CONSCIOUS acts.
We hold our breath in contests, when we swim. We also hold our breath in anticipation and when we make love, these last two are UNCONSCIOUS exampl
My peace, My LoveOh God, my almighty and loving Heavenly Father! How loving is your grace, peace and wonderful love we can never imagine without experience! I really long for you to be in my life and to bring me back Home where I belong. Where you can break these shackles of pain and misery and have a delightful and beautiful time with you on your lap! Oh, how lovely and peaceful your presence is Lord! Please stay with me in my life as I repay you for your noble sacrifice by giving your love to others! I love you dear Lord and I want to do nothing more but work for you! Praise to you Lord and my only wish is Your will! Hallelujah!My peace, My Love6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
awakening.for the first timeawakening.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
isn't like flurries
of marching ants
over a wasteland
of puckered skin
and sun burns
for the first time
knees falter into
on copper ground
threads of violet
defying the sky
for the first time
to find loopholes
in coiled muscles
and weak tendons
to break up bonds
as if not to allow
of feeble wings
for the first time
blood cells swim
in thick fluid from
noses onto lipstick
hiding the fractures
and forming ripples
in words gushing
into air until it's
time to swallow
Yelling for AttentionI speak in whispers,Yelling for Attention6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
few and far between.
I stay silent and alert
lest facing one's demean.
I go unnoticed--
neglected and unconcerned,
as if impossible
to be inferred.
But trust in yourself for once.
You have the ability to
figure everything out.
I know you do,
so please perform this rescue.
Look past words.
Maybe then you'll realize
I'm not just yelling for attention,
I'm crying from demise.
-Poem- Darkness Darkness...-Poem- Darkness6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A thing known to mankind as Evil,
But to others, it is quite the opposite.
To others, the Darkness is their refuge,
their safe haven.
It is a place where they are free to be,
the death of carpe diemslow and hold me please,the death of carpe diem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and how can I seize
when I can not escape
you fight it,
you can never flee your fate.
it is running after you.
one day, you will collapse, breathless,
heart beating hard against the cold pavement,
and fate will climb on top of you,
and fate will squeeze your skull with its skeleton hands
until you burst like a blood balloon.
Confidant in ShadowFlowing like a river,Confidant in Shadow6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Floating through the tears,
You feel the martyrs' shiver,
You relent upon their fear,
This emotion wells inside you,
It isn't something new,
The past will come to find you,
Selected by the few.
Drowning in this river,
Beneath it's murky depths,
Soon it will be never,
Crushed beneath this test,
You feel it push inside you,
I know you surely must,
Lust will come and find you,
Desire you can't trust.
Luz de LunaLa Luna llena brillaba iluminando la noche fría y húmeda. Dos personas acostadas en la hierba mojada de un jardín viejo se susurraban palabras de amor al oído. Abrazadas bajo la luz de la Luna las amantes ignoraban al resto del mundo, solo había espacio para su eterno amor.Luz de Luna6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sus cuerpos, abrazados, se fundían formando uno solo. Sus almas se entrelazaban jugando sobre ellas. La Luna las observaba emocionada, pues sabía que aquella ternura solamente era capaz de verla ella.
Las chicas sonreían hipnotizadas por la magia del amor y la belleza de aquella lejana amiga que las espiaba desde el cielo. El viento frío y fuerte agitaba las ramas de los árboles y hacía caer sus hojas marchitas, creando una lluvia de tonos castaños que hacía la escena todavía más bella.
Sus ojos se miraban fijamente, con amor, con ternura, con aquella pasión tan intensa que solo las personas que se aman de verdad pueden sentir. Sus coraz
she...you're painting pretty lies, alabastershe...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
secrets, forgotten covenants saved for
bad luck days and sinking-ship smiles,
and there are fireflies in your veins,
impassioned promises in your eyes.
i am tired of the monosyllabic angry words
emanating from the room downstairs, crystalline
lungs exhaling choleric clouds of some long
extinct virus, contaminating this empty house,
slipping under closed doors and poisoning
the last ray of sunshine we had left.
she said: looking and seeing are two
very different things
we created a universe between sunset
irises and milkweed butterfly queens,
turning rainy days into a cathartic fix
and i am afraid of heights but i still sit
on the garden shed roof because there is
magic ten feet off the ground,
and i am learning to find beauty in flickering
streetlights and abandoned skyscraper ruins
but you are running off with dreams of
nuclear warfare and exploding suns,
you set fire to the ozone and forgot
all about our rebellious cry.
she said: i a
IdentifiedIs it a mistakeIdentified6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to build our mansions of art
on unstable foundations?
Can we ever find
confined within the Ego?
UnforgottenI can glimpse my fateUnforgotten6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as it watches me from the glass,
the truth face to face.
My StoryPrologueMy Story6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
People often take what they have for granted. They never stop to think about what they would do if they didn't have such things, weren't able to use them. Some go as far as to judge people by what they have or what they do not. Such people are ignorant and egotistical, but few dare disagree openly.
A wealthy man nearly cares more for his riches than his family. Some rich folks do care more about the money. Their arrogance grows and far exceeds any decency they may have deep within. Shunning those less lucky than them: the poor. It is a scandal, but few dare say so aloud.
Children play in the gardens or the fields, smiling and laughing happily with the other young ones. Parents keep an eye on them as they themselves mingle with fellow adults, also cheerily. It never crosses their minds that some parents lose their children at a young age, or the other way around; a child loses their father, or mother, at a young age sometimes even both. Those who
Surface to AirThey say you live by the gunSurface to Air6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you die by the gun
well love kicks like
a twelve gauge for me
and I'm tired of living beyond
my means of protection
kevlar and bullet proof
ceramic plates are
for this high
Like going into
battle without my helmet
and my ammunition
I had no way to strike back
when cupids shells
overcame my body
and what was once a dull
pitter patter behind
is now throbbing and aching
and beating harder than ever before.