Chemical InstrumentsChemical Instruments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Chemical Instruments,
Lined in a row.
Sharp and severe,
Tied with a bow.
As I work,
The maddening pace,
I sit there and smirk,
Blood dripping from my face.
The creature was finished.
My work was done.
I was committed
I packed my Chemical Instruments.
Although it didn't stop there.
The horror followed me,
With madness, I pulled at my hair.
It murdered and pillaged.
I cringed at the sight.
What had I created
That dreary black night?
Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
Fresh MeatWinter's cold air nipped her budFresh Meat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stalked his scent silently.
Closing in on the hunter's blood,
Her senses shuddered violently.
The heat from his fire rose up high
To melt the ice from the trees,
So that water fell from the sky
And forced the hunter to freeze.
Blackest paws fell upon whitest snow
With each nearing step she took.
Sharp spears soon would grow
From grey claws as they unhooked.
Today was to be his last day here
For the hunter must find fresh meat,
But then a low growl echoed in his ear
And he knew death he could not cheat.
How could he have killed her child?
Why couldn't she have died instead?
Fairness must return to the wild,
The will of the dead is bloodshed.
Slowly the hunter reached for his gun.
Red judgment stared from the dark.
Then black and white descended as one,
As a malicious vengeance did spark.
The hunter drew, but it was far too late.
She tore at his throat and found flesh.
At long last he became resigned to his fate
And she ate her fill while the meat
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
Life of the Entire GalaxyLife of the Entire Galaxy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~a puzzle that needs to be solve that brings more confusion to the mind~
~a math problem that seeks answers that brings more questions in the end~
~a riddle with twist and turns that brings more pathways with infinite possibilities~
:Authors Critical Thinking Notes:
There are pieces that brings out a much bigger puzzle, it’s an infinite phase that brings the unpredictability of the galaxy’s Life cycle, a tiny bit of fraction can lead to another superior picture.
"you can never see what it seems to be"
Man is trying to answers the cycle of life of the entire galaxy
Guessing that it’s too much information for man to take in his brain
But with the help of technology, maybe they can
I’m not a scientist, I’m not philosopher yet
But wishing I am
Dreams are free
Thinking big made you lost the grasp of reality
Just don’t forget yourself
To step in your ground
Find your balance
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
SufferingIf one denies suffering, i.e., a greater purpose for suffering, he removes one weightthe lighter weight of the suffering itselfand in turn places the heavier burden of nothingness upon himself. All life tends towards death, nothingness.Suffering3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
And the cousins of these feelings of nothingness are skepticism, bitterness, and despair.
The one who subscribes to nothingness may not be a skeptic, bitter, or in despair, but the problem of suffering forces that one to become as such. This is because if all of life ends with a final breath, then everything between that first and last breath is judged by how happy we are. Sufferingdeep, sorrowful, lasting sufferingis a sign of the end, and approach to nothingness.
Perhaps this is why Christ says that "my yoke is easy and my burden light" (Mt 11:30). He was ridiculed, tortured, and nailed to a treeabandonedand yet he says this still?
The one who suffers may be sorrowful or may have some joy because he understands that
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Love UndyingLove Undying3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Immortal is my devotion.
Unbreakable is our bond.
Driven is my emotion.
A love of which I am fond.
You are never alone,
As witness is your God,
to all that is and is not known,
from there with you and abroad.
Love undying is the compassion I hold,
as invincible as the forces of Heaven,
is this love so incredibly bold,
to my own, and beautiful leaven.
Never shall you know agony through me,
Though I am yet imperfect,
It is my intention to set you free,
and your heart shall never go unchecked.
Undying is the love held for you,
by my heart, my soul, my mind, my all,
As spirited goes the love ou two,
My being is that which you do entrall.
Property Dualism, Epiphenomenalism, Brain and Mind“She does not understand, why? Is it the wine? No...what is it then? What is the reason? But soon it does not matter. Soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe; we struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretend, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escaping it. We are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why. Why, is what separates us from them, you from me. Why, is the only real source of power, without it you are powerless” - The Merovingian, Matrix Reloaded (2003)Property Dualism, Epiphenomenalism, Brain and Mind3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
1.1 - Clarification
In this essay I will give a very brief overview of the mind body problem, I will give an account of property dualism as a philosophical theory of mind elaborating on the doctrine of supervenience, a
The Royal WeThe Royal We:The Royal We2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My royal we
Has turned to I,
I am not myself,
I am not yourself or any-self.
I've turned into a
A mindless entrapment;
I am just lonely ole me.
I've trained my brain
Urge to shout.
I am noiseless.
I am quiet.
But you'll never know,
And you'll never hear me.
And you'll never notice
That that's me
In the corner.
My royal we,
Is no more.
We is I,
And I am me
We is no more.
I am left in the darkness alone.
Armies of Ancient AfricaSince modern humans (Homo sapiens sapiens) evolved inArmies of Ancient Africa2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Africa, that ugly and universal human tradition known as war almost
certainly has a longer history on that continent than anywhere else in
the world. However, compared with the vast libraries of books about
European and Asian warfare, relatively little has been written about
African military traditions. Part of the problem is that, since the
majority of pre-colonial African societies had no written language, most
Africans did not describe their own militaries in writing the way
Europeans and Asians did. However, there were exceptions to the rule of
African pre-literacy. Some African cultures, such as those of West
Africa and Ethiopia, adopted written scripts from Southwest Asians with
whom they traded, while others, like the Egyptians and Nubians of the
Nile Valley, created their own scripts. We therefore have relatively
more knowledge about these civilizations' armies. That said, even those
Africans who did not have writte
The Peace SeekerThe Peace Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Peace Seeker
Whispers that no one hears
The world is deaf from despair
The sun becomes my throne
As I watch reality become undone
Someone can be another person's hero
If only love existed
Dusk will break with a darker tomorrow
Another day of being two-faced
Every second- a promise is broken
Every minute- a tear is taken
Every hour- a smile is forced
Every day- a child is born
I stitch my mouth shut / I finally had enough
Silence is my sin / Truth is my friend
Seal my eyes wide / Lies can finally hide
I will witness no evil / I will force another smile
Anyone can be someone's demon
Because greed insists it
Peace is not real to a planet of villains
Needs cannot be resisted
Every chance- wrongs replace rights
Every opportunity- delusions will ignite
Every wish- is for more of the same
Every hope- is for someone else to blame
Screams that will echo on
The voices of war will succumb
The moon becomes my beacon
As I await for the answers I'm seeking
InhumanYour lies are so much more beautifulInhuman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the truths you attempt to tell,
how I dislike the efforts you make
to be noble, it ill suits you
and your goodness holds no interest to me.
Why must we play that game
of pretending to care,
it is the moments of brutality
that spark your eyes which arouse my interest.
I prefer to think of you bloody
not draped in white,
you see with you I don't have to
masquerade as a better person.
There are times, frightening and sublime
when I feel I could throw it all away,
and walk the savage war path
without ever looking back.
But you hesitate and falter,
I do not believe in your guilt,
but at moments you are lost to me
when you want to wear the facade
of still being human in some definable way.
What is humanity to us?
Only a speck of dust,
wash your remorse down the drain
let us not play the tortured soul game,
I have no apology.
Rise to the occasion
embrace the hunger which consumes your soul
tremble not before them
but let them drink from
Apocalypse Island/ExcerptThe moon lit up the camp as the man slept lightly, always remaining vigil. He had chosen to remain on his own, ever since the beginning of the undead apocalypse. He had always been somewhat of a loner. He had no wife, no family to speak of on the island. He thought to himself, amidst the chaos of the unravelling of society that he ought to remain alone, and out of sight of the military. For the military, during this time, was acting on its own behalf. No orders from Washington, no higher ups, no red tape, no morals to distract them from their task at hand. The military's only perspective was to eliminate the threat of the undead and other survivors alike. Mass murders occurred at the points of their weapons. Selfishly hoarding any and all supplies they could find, to ensure their own survival they pried weapons, food, water and ammo out of their victim's lifeless hands. The light from the small camp fire slowly faded as the fire dwindled and fell to ashes.Apocalypse Island/Excerpt2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
YOUIn a dark place you found me.YOU2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Unbeknownst to us all, I was lost. He loved me and I froze in time.
Hungry for that flesh of mine.
I stayed. Always faithful on a physical level, but attachments did grow.
The want to please took over me, and that caused my pain. In an effort to push my feelings aside, I grew detached.
My life was a song on repeat, and I couldn’t break the habit. Then I met you. As always, I took interest. I did not try to suppress it. It was there. It flared inside me, bright and beautiful, and I was happy.
I saw what I wanted in you. I saw everything that could be, but I thought never would be.
Someone told me to get my act together. He’ll understand. If not, then he’s not worth it. This cut deep. I knew you were something, not nothing.
You were worth it.
So I changed.
I cried, let it all out, which seemed to not be much at all. Makes you wonder how long I’d been living in a loveless relationship. Not that it matters anymore.
What we have now is s
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.It's Your Sick World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
Hit MeTwisted lips and a staccato-laughter, I am too young for this, too young for this, and you tell me that I'm older than I thought I was. Did you forget the boy who gasped for air, snapping his fingers violently into walls that he built twelve years ago? He is beautiful. I am crying in a bathroom stall because I forgot I forgot I forgot it I forgot that we existed, and sometimes reality is all too much. Sometimes I forget how stars look and I yell too loudly because I don't know what it's like to truly be heard. But I doubt you know these things because a mind is all too like a labrynth and the only part of youth I have left is you and the way you destroy it, and the way I feel raw at the end of a conversation. Someone told me once that we need to treat life better.Hit Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am sincere.
Gifted breaths, deep air and underwater dreaming is the code to the way that I live. I wonder if we can walk a trail of winter, hoping for summer and talking of plans that we'll never carry out, I wonder if head
Listen O'LordListen O'Lord2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My views of us, your flock.
As I have so boldly expressed them
to my mistaken kin,
with only a hint of lended ears...
We are flawed O'Lord!
But of course, I mean no insult!
As I hold absolution to your greatest plan!
Yet I feel I must speak up,
And let my confessions pour out,
over my vile human tongue...
And I will do so out of faith...
These words, Father,
come both from fea
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
Apocalypse- PrologueWhen you saw him sauntering through the painfully white halls with that devilish smile plastered onto his face, it was best to stay out of the way. Marcus was a man to be feared, for his mind was beyond twisted and sadistic. If you upset him, he’d most likely make you a part of his latest test; a test that the majority of Compound 27 cringed at when mentioned. It hadn’t come into play yet, but it was only a matter of days until the apocalyptic experiment was unleashed onto the unsuspecting world.Apocalypse- Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No one in the Compound agreed with his sick trials.
And this one was going too far.
He was followed out of fear, and fear alone. Marcus knew this, and it only made him happier. Fear, to him, was beautiful, and that was one of his motives behind this cruel experiment. He wanted to see the whole world cower in horror, to hear their screams as their loved ones turned and to watch them all suffer. The thought brought that infamous smirk to his lips. The time is now,