Moving to an Island (Updated Below)By the end of this week I'll be heading on a boat towards Ireland, and then from Ireland, to anMoving to an Island (Updated Below)1 year ago in Personal More Like This
island far west, named Acaill
For a long time and even since childhood heading towards Ireland were my intention, It will
be a freeing new beginning to life, and peaceful enough for me to heal, I believe.. this is it : )
As a recluse (as are others in family, before me), I couldn't imagine a better place to become
stronger, and chase what I have always wanted to in life.. solitude.. sometimes it feels
surreal that it's finally happening, but it isn't, so if you get to read this, Thomas and Rose..
thank you.. : )
.. one day.. when I have acquired a place with land, I will get around to building a forge, and
also pursuing any other kind of craft or other habit as one thing becomes mundane, but right
now I'm simply looking forward to focusing on moving and growing forward in life
From this I
Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
I pray for a glint of light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
WHAT TO DO ON A COLD WINTER DAYWell things aren't as bad as the weather men predicted. We had some snow today but only enough to say "Oh look it has begun to snow"WHAT TO DO ON A COLD WINTER DAY2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Things could change over night.
But it was very windy with alot of wind chill. So what does one do on a cold winters day. Well you get a good movie or book. Then you find a comfy spot ands a snuggly warm blanket, and if your lucky some nice warm friends.
Them you get something warm to drink, and delish to eat.
The day may be cold but you may as well enjoy it as best you con.
Life can be excellent.
Life is good.
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
LoveAlways focus on the greater meaning, rather than the small.. the small is fast, changing and vulnerable, changed by sensation, rather than relation. Stay conscious to what is true, rather than falling to inevitable influences, in between.Love1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
One Reason I am VeganAnd this reason is more than reason enough for meOne Reason I am Vegan2 years ago in Personal More Like This
For a cow to produce milk, it has to be pregnant, to be pregnant, it has to give birth
But where does the milk go? Into a bottle and not to the calf
What happens to the calf? Since they're deprived of their mothers milk,
.. They're sent to an abbatoir, and then condemned to slaughter
What happens to hens, when they stop producing eggs?
.. they're sent to slaughter
But the chicks which did hatch? they're ground alive
.. I mean ground up in a machine, whilst they're fully concious
Free range eggs? free range means not in a cage
.. But free range doesn't mean free, and it doesn't mean outside either
They're often kept inside disgusting cramped rooms, in their own mess
.. Deprived of proper nutrition, medical care, and often have broken legs
Their legs can't support the weight they're made to grow with hormones
The cows are deprived of medical care
You can't classify milk as organic, if it contains foreign hormo
Embers"How are you?"Embers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You have a good day?"
falling like embers,
"Do you ever have fun?"
"All the time."
but burning to the touch,
"You never smile."
"Of course I smile!"
then flickering out,
"Are you keeping up?"
"I never fell behind."
but soon they build up,
"Did you sleep well?"
swarming like fireflies,
"You look tired."
turn into flames,
"Are you sick?"
taking your clothes,
"Something on your mind?"
the flesh underneath,
"You wanted to talk?"
"It's not important."
"You've been acting distant lately."
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"You missed a class."
"Must have been a mistake in attendance."
"We're worried about you."
"You need help."
I want toI want to learn all sorts of things,I want to2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to know everything,
About you too.
I want to grow,
As a person, as a friend
I want to be,
What you have never had.
I want to be faster,
I want to be stronger.
So I can catch you
When you run away.
So I can support you
In your darkest days.
Everything and anything that I want to be
Are for you and you alone.
Haikus for the SeasHaikus for the Seas4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the final frontier
ageless and timeless treasures
buried beneath time
blue whale ascending
magnificent creatures thrive
dolphins by her side
Belong to MeIf you put me to your lipsBelong to Me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your morning coffee
I’ll unfold like a lotus flower
to kiss the insides of your teeth
I will bloom underneath your tongue
and when you swallow me down
I’ll conquer your sweet honey blood
and taste the beats of your heart.
Orb of NightThey say the stars will guide you home,Orb of Night1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so there, I stare, when I’m alone
Roaming through the vacant air,
my pale skin chilled, for I am bare
I hope my glow can pierce the night,
my pitted skin, emitting light
My dark shadows, they do roam-
Maybe they will guide me home
And as the birds fly through the sky,
I solemnly must say goodbye
They flap their wings, and fly due south-
Will they lead me to my house?
And then the sun peeks through the hill,
and I, myself, feel rather ill
I give to her, a kiss goodnight,
and go to sleep, as she sheds light
I’ll come again, and see her soon,
Signed with sincerity,
Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.
Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there will always be some that succumb to that deepest fear.
What will you become if you somehow conquer all the obstacles?
Doing whatever it takes to ensure that you will survive.
Blaming others for what you have done refusing to be responsible.
Knowing this is the person you had to become in order to stay alive.
In the end we have no choice but to make do wit
PalimpsestI.Palimpsest3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so tired of all the sweethearts and young beaus
comparing their loves to the stars,
the infinitesimal specks of luminiferous ether up yonder,
yet I'll chop off all the stars in the cosmos
as if they were hanging from a thread in a little boy's room,
so you can be the only guiding light in the night sky.
I'm so tired of all the heartthrobs and exalting admirers
comparing their loves to the angels of above,
the cold and placid sentinels of immateriality, incorporeality,
yet I'll turn all the diaphanous clouds of the heavens into concrete,
where it shall plummet from the firmament like its own fallen seraphs
and you can rise from the ashes, a sempiternal empress of veneration.
And I'm so tired of all the lovers and grandiloquent infatuates
comparing their loves to the platitudes of today,
their meanings lost to tumbleweeds and detritus,
yet this is how it
Lead In TressesLead In TressesLead In Tresses2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As my pencil hits the page and I’m busy transcribing “The Key,”
I can’t help but daydream about the future with the girl of my fantasy,
I often wonder if she’d be a writer herself, if she’d be interested in this great activity,
If she’d be interested in what I’m writing, my inner thoughts and if she’d be willing to read ‘em,
Do her eyes sparkle when she learns that she may be my next poetic subject?
Would she look over my shoulder as I ponder which utensil, I’d use: Pencil or pen?
Will she be interested in me professing my deepest emotions for her through my poetry,
And if she wrote, what style does she write in, most often?
Is she a free verse kind of a girl who doesn’t like restrictions, or does she enjoy some type of structure?
Does she find the most pleasure in writing haikus, poetry, prose, or stories of fantasy?
Or maybe dark, abstract tales that a need 2 or 3 reads before
Liquid PoisonPoison my soul,Liquid Poison8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make me feel alive,
Blur the lines of reality,
Embrace my hollow shell.
Please burn me alive,
Make it so that I cannot see,
Take me away from this pain.
Numb my body,
Give me a false sense of happiness,
Hold me close,
And do not let go.
I sip from the chalice,
I am ready to escape,
Remove the stress,
And make way for bliss.
You are my dearest friend,
You have never failed me,
When the horror of life becomes too much,
You caress me with your ignorance.
Do not let me go,
Do not push me away,
I shall hold you tight,
And we shall succumb to your false sense of safety.
And if I fall to your level,
Become nothing but a buzzed body,
At least I shall live in a sense of relaxation,
Hold me close as we plunge towards oblivion.