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AspirationFrom the dark of night,Aspiration2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we each try to make our way,
to the brightest day.
VThere once was a girl named V,V2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was stuck up in a tree,
When up came a gust,
And out of the tree she be.
My Love of Classical Art Hearing that for the second time I would get to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, gave me goose bumps, and from the extreme enjoyment I experienced during my first visit, and I knew the second visit would be even more exciting. The last time I did not take all time I would have liked, because I wanted to see it all. This time I took it slower, I read the captions, and the snippets of information that came with each piece of art. There were two paintings that caught my eye; the first by a wonderful French artist Euge`ne Delacroix, The Abduction of Rebecca 1846; the second, by an equally brilliant Dutch artist, Rembrandt Harmensz, AristotlMy Love of Classical Art3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The 100th Annual Hunger Games (3): BoysThe 100th Annual Hunger Games (3): Boys8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pollux Grandsteer!" A tall boy of 18 stepped forward and onto the stage. He was blonde hair and was quite muscular, but the look on his face showed that he was terrified. I had seen him in my father's bakery, buying cupcakes for his girlfriend. The girlfriend was not sobbing a few rows ahead of me. Pollux reached Efilia, and she asked for volunteers. No one raised their hand. Efilia moved on and pulled another piece of paper out.
"Michael Florian." A cry rang out from the side of the square. A little boy of 12 stumbled towards the stage in absolute shock. He had curly blonde hair covered in dirt and was wearing thin clothes. A woman suddenl
You Were 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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ART4LOVE ART THEFT2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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ByproductByproduct11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left handed, child of Satan.
No need to be politically correct just scrub the bull shit away.
Scrub so hard your skin shreds the trend that makes who is you.
Scrub the pain and laughter off the dirt that settled behind your ear.
Pay no mind to the voices around calling for your head, just scrub.
Scrub until you bleed so the incessant lies can be washed away, the ones buried deep inside.
Gorgeous betrayal, it would not have the vain to last but only pass.
Once you scrub it all away.
Colonective ReasoningWe should nuke the Vatican.Colonective Reasoning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shit they spew out of their mouth is screwing this peace up over and over again.
As I sit on the toilet to exploit all of your foliage, the bigot said I'm a stupid Mexican.
What does he know?
Just another victim of his own created condition.
So I will just let him rest so the MRI reveals more truth about him.
To chop his nuts off of so he loses his ability to procreate.
Fulfill the agreement made long ago to stifle the ever growing plan of the population.
A chant err received they planned the conditioning.
To strengthen the weak to control the big fleet, assholes rejoice at the sight of failing the ras
ConditionedConditioned to beConditioned1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What they don't want you to see
Preying on the weak.
Art Faith Page 363 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch. 2, Pt. 1Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch. 2, Pt. 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dusky, are you awake yet? We're going to be late for our meeting," said Cloud as she knocked on her partner's door.
There was silence for a moment, but then followed a click and clack of hoofsteps making its way towards the door.
When Dusk's door had opened, it revealed a tired pony that looked like she hadn't slept for the past few days. Dusk looked towards Cloud with a blank stare, blinking one eye after the other.
"Just give me a moment please, Cloie." Dusk closed the door, and went to get ready.
"Um, ok. I'll get your breakfast ready and just wait downstairs," said Cloud through the door with a worried tone.
She made her way downsta
AyahuascaA journey can happen in a blink of an eye,Ayahuasca1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment of the sore taking over, a stye.
Your journey is controlled by those in control.
Although the expression is passed through the hearts of my bowl.
I say hearts, documented in real time with a pathetic stamp and a number to put you in their social circle.
So mediocre, the social.
It has been a dream of many,
Yet has been a fulfillment of none.
A full form of nothingness that happened in the blink.
A full form of time and minimal space yet a form none the less.
The journey is that of the eyelid,
For the split second assumptions are challenged,
If those that had the dream were not so rigid to
I Am F R E E -literature-I Am F R E E -literature-1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I Am Tired
Of Being So
Cautious of
How I Write
Your Words
Your Thoughts
I
wAnT
tO
bREaK
The TubeThe Tube1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw this place and thought it was real, I realized I was in the tube and it was just a dream, all just a dream.
Where Are You My Spark?Where Are You My Spark?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not look at my old photos
When I see them, I notice a spark
I notice a spark in my eyes, It's small, but it's there
If I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing
There is no spark, I have looked, and it's not there
I have lost the happiness in me, I have lost my heart
It's broken, and I hope, someone will heal it
I do not look at my old photos
Because in them I see a joy that I used to have
Oh hidden spark in my eye
Where is your hiding place?
Where have you gone?
Mother's WishMother's Wish1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
– Ponies with Tristania [Click here for the accompanying song] Mother's Wish
With you
No words can hurt me
You are my light
My sole candle
For your smile is all I need to
Carry you wherever
Even with
Distorted view…
In my life I have faced it all
Carried burdens, endured hardships
Remained strong, held the tears inside
Never let you end up the same path
Your smile
It's all I wanted
It shines through
Distorted view…
I couldn't answer what went wrong
Nor do I want to hold you down, nevermore:
To help you shine brightest of all
I'd gladly give away my wings
I've tried my hardest to be the mot
Spain x Reader - Spain?Spain x Reader - Spain?1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The smell of meat and spices wafted through the streets as you walked. The nights were always filled with laughter and parties, in Spain, there weren't a moment when you weren't having fun. Tonight however you were taking a break from it all; you decided to go for a walk to the lake. The moon was reflected perfectly in the water.
"Hello chika~" a voice said behind you. You turned to see a tall brunette man dressed in red and yellow.
"Hello" you said nervously
"I am Spain~" The man smiled taking your hand and kissing it, you smiled at his gentle movements and his overwhelming accent.
"How are you Spain? We're in Spain?"
"My real name is A
Pray For MePray For Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pray for me
For I don't know, if I will make it through the day
Pray for me
For I don't know, If I will fight the urge again
Pray for me
For I won't bother god, he has better thing to do
Pray for me
For in the end, I won't make it through the day
Pray for me
I don't know, if I have the strength
Pray for me
Please do, before I come to an end
Don't let me fall asleep
Just pray, that I will be awake
For the sleep I mentioned
Is the eternal one, the real one
Pray for me
If you truly, love me
It's Not Yet Over 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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No Malice Shown -Owl Poem -Clive Blake -Clive Live3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Bathtime 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Learning to SmileLearning to Smile10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE CUTIE MARK POEMS
– Ponies with Amorphis [Click here for the accompanying song] Learning to Smile
I was a child of stones
A daughter of the rock farmers
No joy was known there
But gloom and endless working
Under the hot, blazing sun
The barren fields, all without green
Granites were our flowers
Our grass made of sand and gravel
I breathed the choking air on the wordless world
I walked on soil bare of seeds…
In a poor family among rocks
A child was born with a bright mane
Pink coat in colorless home
Such a punchline in a grey world
Gathered rocks in silence
Aching hooves our pay for a hard work
Dust on my eyes
Somewhere in Between 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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