DifferntWhat I see with my eye,Differnt4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may see the same,
But you may not take it,
About HateWhen hate is a fire, then it's burning cold.About Hate5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All consuming, raging uncontrolled.
Hot tears are burning in eyes and on skin,
Unable to calm the storm within.
The consumptive flame turns from red to white.
Burns down borders between wrong and right,
Disoriented reason leads astray.
Lined with ash and debris is the way.
Beneath the heat of raging fire is ice,
For firstly the cold did heat entice.
When freezing the heart in its icy grip.
The shell won't melt, won't break or rip.
Tomorrow I will...Tomorrow I will...Tomorrow I will...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ride a dragon
Win the race
Save the world
And go to space
Tomorrow I will...
Lose some weight
Rule the world
Find my soulmate
Tomorrow I will...
Make a fortune
Be the best
Quit my job
And pass that test
Tomorrow I will make my way!
How else should I endure today?
HumanityLook at themHumanity9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking around like zombies
Cattle to the slaughter
All chaotic lies within
They all seem to think they are special
Not a single thing
All hateful and spiteful
I do not hate people
But I do hate humanity as a whole
Look at us
As a single unit
What are we worth?
What good have we done?
The few that deserve a beautiful life
Suffer at the hands of the righteous
Trampled down below the throng
Look at them
They are just like the rest
I look at them
Realize they are just like me
E s c a p e
Psychedelic PathogensPsychedelic Pathogens4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am alone again,
Not on account of you or Ibut
The pervading nostalgic sense of summer sweat,
And waking to the humdrum cicada onslaught to my dreams, always
So readily hallucinatory
Of feet cut on razor-studded rooftops
And popsicles melting down my arm.
Wracked with fever, and chills, and ebbing bouts of nausea,
I sift in and out of a drug-induced sleep.
Outside I know for certain Chicago is frozen,
Rusting, creaking, swinging beneath a world of snow, for
I am reminded, every now and then, of where I am
By the projectional shadows on my walls made of cars headlights,
Each like a s
The TripperThe TripperThe Tripper4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I awoke at 3:00 AM to the sound of an unbearable ringing tone from the alarm. My once crushed hopes for a high were soon dashed as I was given the bong. The little child inside me giggled for the surprise trip I was going to take. I was mentally and physically exhausted, as I had expended much energy pounding out various riffs and improvised solos on my guitar. The time was set, I was ready to intake the sweet dream. The first hit I took was much too weak, I had not timed my breathing well enough to achieve perfection in the intake of the precious smoke. However, the second bowl I smoked was excellent, no weed was left
Exploration of the SubconsciousExploration of the SubconsciousExploration of the Subconscious3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Subject: Finnigan S. Burroughs
Written Friday, April 19, 2013 at 0231, by subject.
The journey was long, crossing the waters of my conscious mind, just to get to the enormous island that houses my subconscious, with those heavy doors. The doors have so many things scrawled across them, "Help me!" "Go to sleep" "Sleep sleep sleep slee-" "Fix me..." "Defective" etc. They seemed to have been carved. I don't remember doing this. Must have been in my dreamless sleep.
The waters are thick and murky, I pull up the oar and the liquid clings and falls off in long tendrils of black slime, as I approach the island. I
Ethereal World- NaPoWriMo April 12Purple clouds,Ethereal World- NaPoWriMo April 121 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They float above,
Leaves of thunder,
And they could never,
Of this new land,
The birds are made of,
And through the air,
Buzz screaming flies,
The world can shift,
At any time,
For all is strange,
And nothing rhymes,
I can’t make sense,
Of the scene before me,
I don’t really want to,
For then it would bore me,
And I’d be forced,
To forget it all,
To throw away,
A tale so tall,
Of an insane land,
Which I discovered,
Where nothing is real,
And nothing’s uncovered.
DimethyltryptamineTime timeDimethyltryptamine6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hour by hour
This is function, this is real
This divine, accept the zeal
Welcome to the internal
As above, so below
You have now found the Philosopher's Stone
Welcome to time space
This the field, from which you came
Quantum dust is how you name
Never getting old
On path to true heavens
Wisdom fountaining through
Now time for you to go
One day you can come back home
Make a wish
You LoseYou have nothing to loseYou Lose3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And everything to gain
What is life
Without a little pain?
You think you're right
And can never be wrong
You attack the weak
To make you feel strong
Up on your pedestal
High above the rest
You think you're something special
You think you're the best
This is a battle you cannot win
But you can't afford to take this loss
Who will follow you now
If you're no longer the boss?
MistBlinded by the lightMist2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And eternal blur I am
Hiding away from stars
Hidden by unknown
Curious Oh I am
What's behind the curtains?
That fall before my eyes
As the ocean before birds
Unable to find my path
I wander in mysteries of life
Which dwell in my soul
As tamed snakes they lie
Infinite roads before me
To pick any one I can
"Just go", the artist roars,
"Go and find your star!"
A TravellerTwirling 'round the worldA Traveller3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my bells of sanity
and ringing sounds of old
On a painting of humanity
I'm flitting through the sky
On the wings of vanity
Everywhere I look,
It's motherfucking agony
Sifting through the trees
Though it's dark and hard to hide
The whistling of the breeze
Says it's very latest last goodbyes
You shelter in the screams
Of the wind that shrieks of pain
It tears apart the seams
of the hope you clung to
Now there's nowhere left to hide
And there's nowhere left to turn
There's no one to hold the gun
Let your sanity return
Though I'd do it if I could
And I really think I would
It doesn't take that much for the dark to take it back.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
MDMAI can feel my synapses sending electric jolts to one another,MDMA4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
firing pistons, high powered machine guns.
I can taste the chemicals,
the composition of everything I put my tongue on;
right down to the molecular level.
My spit is acidic, peroxide flavored,
and my head pulses to the insane back beat of a song no one but I can hear.
Every light has an extra glow, an aura, a halo around it,
and the night is ever so inviting.
Being still is not an option in my book;
this story was based on movement.
My teeth, once again 32 bits of glass,
crash against each other in harsh ocean waves of involuntary movement.
My legs, my body, they no l
FollyHello, dear reader. Join me for a minute.Folly3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is one of those rare, perfectly warm evenings that you see so often in films and less in the real world. This strikes me as disturbingly ironic. According to my feelings, it should rather be raining blood and worms. Buildings should be crumbling to the ground, crushing the noble savages under them, but everything is peaceful. Everything is wonderful. Everything is dead.
I lift my head and look at the heavens. There is much more black than white up there. What would it be like to soar through the skies, eating aeroplanes and listening to the dreamy conversations of clouds? From there, I could laug
Ever so oftenEver so often I wonder if i should act upon the notion in my head.Ever so often2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is the freedom that calls, through deserted halls and empty men.
The feeling clings about my stem and claims the void that others call soul.
Ive seen others and their tears: desolation, sin and injustice.
There are problems in life you cant run from.
We shall all meet one of many horrible fates in our day.
Yet it is not the problems I am running from.
This insight I do not dare to clarify, it weighs me down in the pond of life.
I have learned to pretend, to be what I am.
Or rather to become what I have become.
It is not my care to care for you.
ConvictedAs I lay here in my bed.Convicted2 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay awake wondering.
Thinking of death.
Stolen and broken.
Heart steady choking.
Into all that is humanity.
The life that was meant to be.
Lied so sweet.
Eat his heart.
To only bleed.
From the inside.
Broken record begins.
Happiness is my sin.
Sons and Daughters of The RevolutionSons and Daughters of The Revolution6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
That NightYou took away my passionThat Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You kicked me to the ground
Like I had just gone out of fashion
You didn't want me around
I watched you while you were sleeping
And gave you all you desired
The greed just took you over
And the gesture got so tired
I fed you when you were hungry
I gave you a family and a home
But your patience just grew weary
So I spent my nights alone
You pushed me to the limit
When you had affairs so much
I should have really seen it
That I would shiver at your touch
The useless fool you made me
Messing with my life
I couldn't take the last affair
It drove me to the knife
I was going to make you pay
And the girls you had sed
Serotonin StormJust off the horizon,Serotonin Storm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see a serotonin storm.
A Bollywood star,
She's got karma in the bank.
And still she's fucking untouchable.
Cutting lines with Occam's razor,
Let's keep things simple.
I say "You call this ecstacy?
Have you ever even met a saint?"
These clouds are crazy.
Is this snow or is it fallout?
It coats the earth in a silver screen.
Red and blue eyes looking back at you
Like three dee glasses.
Like you're coming right at me.
Tell me a story.
Lisp me a gospel.
Write me a song,
And throw out your rhyming dictionary.
Your handwriting is all I have to hold on to.
The Colour of TimeThe Colour of Time8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the Nihilists that declare Beauty does not exist,
And to the Philistines that declare her to be dead
May I thus present, forthwith, this humble diatribe,
The most offensive thing, that either of them have read.
Simple strokes of ferrous ink, to the writer,
Is like unto the painter, dabs of turpentine,
In the process of the blending and mixing
Of colours, and hues – of rhythms, and rhymes.
But a careless line written can strike or kill,
For words on a page are armies of great might –
The pen could be the only thing to put a villain down
Or to finally, heroically, set things right.
For, you see, there never has seemed to be a
To Outrun the Sun'Nothing will stop me.'To Outrun the Sun2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As if the wind knew of his unbreakable will, it sifted through the trees and against him, shoving him backward. It was dry, like it somehow acknowledged his failure. He could tell what it was thinking, for maybe he was thinking it himself. That thought lingered in the deepest recesses of his mind, and perhaps it was better that way.
The sun had long set, and the cold night was killing him inside. He paid no heed.
There was some sort of cadence in the silence of night, a cadence which he was quickly losing himself in. The silence was something he had become accustomed to ever since he was left alone. (He preferred to
Six Word Story: Noise"Just shut up!"Six Word Story: Noise1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nobody was speaking.
Falling OutDistract yourself like waning glances,Falling Out1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now you're falling out
Control yourself with invisible chains,
What is it about?
Force yourself to pay it back,
Distract yourself, distract yourself,
and good, you're falling out.
Dead and gone with no warning,
you wait for the morning
that you're sure will never come.
And you couldn't care any less,
but you wouldn't confess
to the broken heart that you possess.
Still yourself with nothingness,
now you've peace of mind.
Ask yourself what it's about,
the subject, you can't find.
Peruse yourself for answers
you want only when you lie.
Still yourself, just still yourself,
CrayonsThis society forces us to live in boxesCrayons1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That we have built around ourselves
The teachers they tell you
It will open up your mind
If only you see it my way
And you must be silent
And respect me
Even though I have not earned it
Because In this institution
That we are forced to return to
We are learning how to treat one another.
But really we just learn to bottle it up
So let's tear down the walls
Of all our boxes
Give everybody crayons
And color one big picture
These places sort us into different colors
And everybodys gray!
Cause everybodys an actor
Unless you wrote the story
And wedont need no imagination
In the tec