Adventure Time: I Remember You- Farmworld VersionAdventure Time: I Remember You- Farmworld Version2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"One thousand years ago, my beloved friend Simon Petrikov gave his life to save this foolish, unworthy planet from annihilation. A frightful bomb, poised to bathe the land in mutagenic horror. Using his mastery of ice and snow, Simon froze the bomb in mid-flight, only inches from the ground. But he alone was not saved, trapped under the giant weight of the enormous bomb. Poor Simon, perished…" -Farmworld Marceline
Did I finally manage to do some good in the world?
I pray that you’re safe my sweet little girl.
And I know you're going to need me here with you,
But I’m losing myself and I’m afraid you have to lose me too.
My magic kept us alive,
But now it’s all getting hazy.
I had to save you,
Since no one could save me.
Please forgive me for what I had to do,
I did it all for you.
I can feel myself slipping away,
There’s so many things that I should say.
But I know I hate to see you frown,
So just know that you make me proud.
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 imagine5 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 skyElectrolytes5 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 Yes5 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
Never-ending Never-endingNever-ending6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I remember you once asked me,
To describe my love for you...
And I said that no matter how hard I tried,
I could never stop loving you...
And then you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love is...
I remember the look you gave me,
The smile on your face,
A look and smile of love so undying,
I swear...it's something I can taste...
And then you leaned towards me,
And whispered just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show my worth...
And this is the message,
The word you are sending,
This is your love for me,
Your love is...
Tell me, why should I compare,
You to the sun and the moon,
When I could reach up to the heavens,
And replace them with you...?
Every day of my life!
the devil, you returnedmy stomach tiesthe devil, you returned5 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.Nicknames5 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 ofAlways5 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
Je suis.Je suis une tortue, une tortue avec une carapace. J'encaisse sans rien dire. J'ai cette couche épaisse qui me permet de tout supporter. Les coups ne me font plus peur, ils me renforcent. Douleur, tu n'es plus qu'ombre. Tu es devenu mon double, mon mauvais double, ce mauvais moi que je ne veux pas voir resurgir, le faible. Il est désormais derrière moi, il me suit, guette le moment de se manifester, épit chacune de mes réactions. Mais il n'en est rien. Combativité, tu es ma nouvelle force ! Je rayonne de vitalité, je t'aspire, démon, tu n'es qu'une couche de plus à ma carapace. Je ne te crains plus, tu ne m'effraies plus. Tu es devenu une ombre parmi d'autres. Tu restes ce mauvais souvenir qui me hante. Mais grâce à toi, je sais savourer la vie, tu m'as appris que le malheur peut briser, mais j'apprends aujourd'hui que le bonheur me nourrit.Je suis.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Je suis un caméléon, un caméléon aux multiples facettes. Je m'adapte, me
alone is just another wordI want to think that I'm not self-centered and conceited when I notice how all my words are aimed at your heart, your chest, your lungs. I want to feel empowered when I say, "you're not strong enough to hate me." And I want to hate myself for you because I know how god-awful I must be, but I know you're lonely. Because we are all just lonely people.alone is just another word6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the way you say "surrender" like it's supposed to mean something, and the way you shout "I'm leaving and never coming back," like I should be scared, worried, or upset. But I'm perfectly fine with knowing you'll spend a night in the old subway station with it's untold stories and glaring addictions. We're all just lonely people, right?
I told you I used to be in love just to make you feel better, because between the heated altercations about last night's affections, you had a look of that puppy dog before I let it run away from home. You're still trying to figure out how to loosen the knots. Maybe I should tell you, I sometimes wonder
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 Attention5 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,
silence translates for me,I brought back silencesilence translates for me,5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
so you could get the answer
you needed to hear
AutumnMaking birch leaf piles,Autumn6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We hide in violent orange leaves.
Smothered by kisses.
it is not cold nor barren herei. twenty years and a lifetime ago i sat on the edge of a pier and scraped my fingernails into warped wooden planks and let the guppies and piranhas lick at my feet. behind me was a man with a bowler hat and too many hiccups; he was bloated and blue and very dead, and his lips were white and cracked where his tongue followed paths like those the dragonflies created in every buzzing freefall. he told me the meaning of life, told me why gerbils sometimes eat their offspring and why the world sagged with the weight of itself, but all i heard was the water bubble from his lips, thick and muddy from deep in his lungs.it is not cold nor barren here6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
six years and two months ago the universe cracked open and light poured from your mouth as you told stories of places that didn't exist, of people you've never met, never will meet, that shape the world you live in. you took to the sky and took up a language and told anyone who didn't ask that this was just the way you were built and you meant no harm so cryi
the death of carpe diemslow and hold me please,the death of carpe diem5 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.
bring me the horizon.i. I use you like ugly words meaning pretty things on my tongue to make the mockingbirds jealous and jealous they are. You make me forget about the earthquakes waiting to happen beneath my feet and you pull me past the rough tree bark of your skin. You make me believe in osmosis and that one day we'll get close enough to the stars to bend down and pick them up like daisies. You make me believe in the definition of tomorrow.bring me the horizon.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii. Everyone is caught up on clotheslines hung with yesterday's wet jeans and overdue bills. Somehow you managed to dance footloose across the top like a tightrope walker and string me along into whatever world you came from or are going to.
iii. You want to be like the sunrise, with palms outstretched and embracing the world. You told me I was the sunset, because I was much more beautiful and lingered longer, like the taste of dark chocolate on a winter night. I knew that you preferred sunrise because you would never want to be consumed by darkness.
iv. In two week