Icarus thought patternsMy second piece is to point out and see Humanity's power and this is what i came up with:
Some of us seem incapable of real individual thought, but the majority of people i have encountered (Especially my own generation and those younger than me) Have shown great powers in being able to absorb ideas and improve on them, we are advancing at a continually faster rate.
It seems a common trait of the older generation to be stuck in ways of thinking I *consider* ignorant and unchangeable, yet we are still progressing and opening up more and more of our minds daily. It seems nature is too slow for our brain, so we are going into genetics to control our own fate and evolution.
There aren't groups around the world and philosophies based on transhumanism for no reason. We as a race want to step over humanity and be the next step. Although I agree with the vast majority in part, most of us are of very limited intelligence. If anything that spurs me on harder. We never looked at the stars and sai
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.Gravity2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.
I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,
To rise so much higher than fate will allow.
A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.
Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.
The size of my deed will reflect my ego,
Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.
So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,
I defy you to crush my wings!
In defiance I scream at my fate;
"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass.
The InvisiblesI look up to the dayThe Invisibles2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When the skies are not grey,
When I can stand up to myself,
Go to the park and just play.
I am an Invisible,
nothing much of importance.
Although, the day is near,
when there will be accordance.
Invisibles don't do much...
Just stay like a loner.
Our hearts never touch,
all we are are little moaners.
Though one of these days,
I look up to myself
Invisibles will not hide
They'll go out of their shelves.
Just not today,
we'll crawl out of the night.
The Invisibles will fight
with all of their might.
dis-apparition4:17 - phone call, comes through uncleardis-apparition2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you're intoxicated, playing "wish you were here"
"we're just two lost souls"
and i've got a few new holes
from gouging out the remnants of you
dis-apparition, you run and hide when times are tough
coward intention, not by my side, i've had enough
pushed the recurring thoughts back
memories enter in on cue to attack
you let me go in the chaos
we had a cause but now it's lost
i'm gouging out the remnants of you
dis-apparition, you run and hide when times are tough
coward intention, not by my side, i've had enough
i've heard the last of your lies, push came to shove
and this wasn't love, sadly, it never was
and never will be
sunrise - hang up, nothing more here
you're intoxicating, but you're nothing i fear
you can't make me stay
cos i've been making headway
and gouging out the remnants of you
you asked me to dance, but we never even had a chance
and what we weren't is
what we'll always never be
Grave RosesDon't rest roses on my grave,Grave Roses2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trail of bouquet that you pave.
Vibrant death, ignorantly conveyed,
leading too, my buried cave.
What flowers, my love, have you brought today?
Soil in dead eyes, all to grainy.
Memory waning, soon to forget.
A bold quartet, pedals of debt.
Ah, a rose?
Don't mask your woe, we both know,
I am gone, grown so cold.
Fading marrow, in my bones.
Corpse alone, parted soul.
May I love, be so bold?
let your heart bleed,
forever sorrow, forever grieve.
Let me be.
And on my grave, let grow weeds.
Don't rest roses on my grave.
Yzetazon chapter 2"Nageshika, wait!" Fashana shouts. Nageshika stops. "What?" She says. "You have some serious problems! What the hell's wrong with you?!" Fashana asks, she's getting mad. "I don't know what you're talking about," Nageshika responds, she starts walking again. "Wait, where are you going?" Fashana says as she follows her. "Somewhere, please don't follow me." "But, hey! I can't move!" "I know," Nageshika says and she starts running again. "Nageshika wait, stop this we can help you!" Fashana shouts after her, but Nageshika is already gone. Suddenly she can move again. "What was that?," she asks herself, but she doesn't know.Yzetazon chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back in the castle it's time for supper. "Where's Nageshika?" John asks. "Well, she's taking a quick shower..." Fashana lies. "She's not," a strange voice says. "Yes she is!" Fashana says, "but what, wait,who said that?" "Who said what?" Felixia asks, "I didn't hear anything." "But..." Fashana starts. "Lady you've got a too big imagination, don't act like you're crazy!"
Everyone Can Be BrokenHow completely your life can changeEveryone Can Be Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until who you were seems like a story -
Some twistedly unhappy fairytale.
There are truly good people in the world
But it's my belief that everyone can be broken
And the sickness in me wants to prove it -
Leave no one unscarred
Perhaps people so rarely ask for help because they forget they need it.
You've been in this room a hundred times
But do you know how many bars there are on the windows?
How many times have you cried
With no one watching?
About as many times as you've stared at your palm
And wondered if your future is really written on it.
BrokenBroken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gentle rain pattering outside,
steaks of water
trickling down the pane of glass.
The shrill squeak
as her hand slowly slid
down the window.
Wishing she could just
claw her way into the open.
To be free.
Released from the
sorrows of her heart.
Tears spilling, the droplets
splashing onto the cold tile floor.
Darkness in the sky-
showing its anger
a rumbling beast
flashes of blinding light
rain is like-
And healing a torn wound,
a blurred silhouette.
Beautiful, shining, amidst the darkness.
And she began to cry in earnest.
Pouring out her misery.
A pitiful sound, still sorrowful,
but her heart flooded with compassion,
self-pity, as she still yearned
for time to reverse its flow.
Never to forget,
but to forgive
and to let go.
Tricky SightsLet me tell you,Tricky Sights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a short little story.
Where love can trick,
even the weakest phonies.
It all started
that one day.
When I caught your eye,
and my heart had to pay.
Short little glimpses,
of your wonderful eyes.
They were so innocent,
just like the sunrise.
But then it all changed,
when I saw you with her.
I just couldn't bear it,
it all turned into a blurr.
I thought we had something,
as crazy as it seems.
Now my heart is abolishing,
we were not in the same teams.
But guess what now?
You misleading little liar,
I feel better now,
that we have turned against each other.
War just begun,
and it shouldn't of started.
You play with my heart,
And I'll play your soul
that's just as faint-hearted.
Reminisce A Love SongThese days you spend surrounded in a dark cave.Reminisce A Love Song4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Candlelight be the sanctuary you pray.
Yearning for rest, begging for comfort.
No knowledge they know of to escape that place.
No key to proceed into the light you seek.
Cry out, poor souls.
They cry out together.
Trembling hands know not of their fate.
But hope be guide among such sorrows.
Joy it is you seek? Freedom it is you pray for?
Reminisce upon me, love grant you a safehouse.
Past memories written and bound in heart.
A slow dance to our favorite love song.
Reminisce upon a love song.
RedefinedA battle lostRedefined2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A white flag thrown on a field stained by bloody tears
People have no meaning any more
Eyes show the truth to the lies they spin like webs
I choose surrender rather than put you out of your misery
No more of your fear-fueled deceits
No more watching you waste your lives
Obsessed with consuming
Ignoring what is really important
Now I choose to live in this self-made cave
I choose to no longer participate in society
I choose to become my art,
become my words,
live by my morals...
... as antiquated as they are
The dream of many but embraced
Nocturnal PoetryNocturnal PoetryNocturnal Poetry6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nocturnal poetry, the sound of the life,
Flames in my heart, the words of love are rife.
Suffering from the bitter pain I was voicelessly screaming.
Caught up by my own demons, never even dreaming,
That one day, the darkness within me would be vanished,
By the eternal light of yours with love so deep replenished,
We would rise from the ashes, not in the distant future, but today,
Standing together inside flames…
We would forget about the pain of yesterday.
Those things never even dreamt are becoming true.
You’re the light in the dark night’s blue,
The life running through my veins,
Getting me rid of all chains.
The last thing I have in my mind at the evening,
Belongs to you…
So as the first thought at the morning.
Nocturnal poetry, the lines written by feelings,
Guided by the heart, staying day-dreaming.
I’ve never thought that I’d feel alive once again,
That one day it will be the end of the rain.
You’ve showed me the b
Beautiful RealitySummer 2011 has made me realize two things: the real world vs. the image society believes life to be. Life isn't about how popular you can become or how much wealth you have. Life means something different to everyone depending on who they are and what they want to accomplish. To me, however, life is just as complex and hard to grasp as writing a melody for a piano may be. Putting together simple notes one by one can grow into a beautiful song to spread through the world inspiring artists, musicians, and people everywhere just by the way it sounds together. I dream of a world where people see people through their own skin. Where lovers see more than just pretty brown eyes. Where enemies see more than the flaws outside. Where parents see more than their children's mistakes. Where sisters and brothers see more than just another person in their way. People should help other people grow and change and fulfill their dreams! Life isn't about accomplishing your goals...life is about helping oBeautiful Reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The idea of perfection and self improvementPerfection? -The idea of perfection and self improvement2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
As my first piece and the one i have shared around the most,
I decided to try and tackle the subject of self improvement and perfection,
This is what I came up with :
"The act of doing something perfectly means that it will most likely go unnoticed or at best go unappreciated.
Perfection is not happiness, we have to experiment and find our way towards progress, if we achieved perfection we would no longer have our happiness or anywhere to go towards.
If we don't strive for perfection we will stagnate and transgress, you decide whether you want to become better or not, no sympathy will be given when you choose not to learn or improve and you suffer because of it.
We are far from perfect, there is no danger of becoming such a thing.
The romantic trend of nostalgia will get us nowhere, just when Voltaire tackled the subject and stated "Perfect is the enemy of the good", we should not stop trying to improve ourselves exactly because we can never become perfect, but it will ma
Absolute ZeroAbsolute ZeroAbsolute Zero7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep down inside, reality so rough,
Paying for the one who was never sure enough.
Deep down inside, can you still see me?
Can you still remember the better version of me?
Deep down inside, staring to the skyline of this town,
Disappearing, lifting like shadows, down and down.
Paid for every tear and every smile,
Burnt out by the fire called life.
And can you hear me now,
When all that once was a miracle is completely down?
Hearts are torn apart, memories remain the same,
But somehow too painful when there’s only me to blame.
Deep down inside, reaching the absolute zero,
I’ve never promised I’d be your hero.
Deep down inside, can you still remember me?
Do you still know whether there once was a better version of me?
Deep under the absolute zero, hatred and cry,
‘cause the fallen angels can also die.
Under the absolute zero, beyond the wings of a wind,
All alone and broken, left behind blind,
The darkness within, surrounded by fire,
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
How Does It Feel?So how does it feelHow Does It Feel?2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to look at me from afar
million miles away
of how much you wanted me
of how things once was
We had come so far
for you to just screw things up
us ending so bad.
We can never go
back before we burned the bridge
too much pain remains.
So how do I feel
to look at you from afar
million miles away
no longer a daydream.I turn my head. Shut my eyes. Walk away. You're no longer my fantasy, no longer in my daydreams. You're a lie. You have too much figure out.no longer a daydream.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so do I.
In this small, small town you're "him". You're everybody's mystery.
But not mine. No. Not anymore.
No longer will my eyes search for a connection to yours. No longer will my hand tremble when you're so close. My pulse won't quicken when you say my name and my breath won't catch in my throat when someone calls yours.
You've given me something though. Made it worthwhile.
You've given me perspective.
And although you cannot see it, and maybe never will, you've let me into a world in which I know what I want.
So for that, thank you.
an analogyeven broken glassan analogy6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
can shine like a million suns
if light hits it right.
Thin IceClara Russell was exactly 105 years old.Thin Ice6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
To this, she owed not her good eating habits, or her lifelong exercise program or her synthetic organs. No, according to Clara Russell, the only thing that kept her afloat in the madness of life for so long was sheer dumb luck.
She would not deny that on some days she felt it was bad luck. And she also wouldn't deny that she had tried on numerous accounts to let her "luck run tough", as her mother would have said. She never succeeded, though, and maybe that was for the better. Either way, in the winter of 2001, she was alive and well.
Tilting to and fro in her rocking chair, she hummed an ongoing imaginary melody to herself. This was how she passed the days now that her life was ultimately coming to an end. Rocking, back and forth, forth and back. It was the monotony of the movement that made it appealing to her. After over a century of spontaneous actions, she now much preferred to live out her time without any surprises. Oh, the grandchildren
hearts like balloonsyou are excellenthearts like balloons6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at loving people. you fill
hearts until they burst.
Blood Hate: Prologue Part 3Blood Hate: Prologue Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 3- God vs Man
[[Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated]]
The man looked deep into RV's eyes before speaking, and with a sigh, he began his story.
"The last time my crew and I ventured to the island of Krackun, we were caught, and tied up by the island natives who intended to use us as sacrifices to "god-all" Zaecan. They brought us up in large cauldrons to the diamond barred gates in which Zaecan is imprisoned and positioned us before him. Young men carried scores of buckets full of boiling water, one by one, to the prison gates and placed them beside our cauldrons.
Many of my men were screaming, and pleading for their lives. Even I was forced to accept that I had reached the end of my road, and what was worse, I had to accept that I would die trying to discover the greatest discovery of my time. I would never see him, a god; a proclaimed deity in the flesh.
But then, as the men prepared to pour the first bucket of boiling water into my cauldron, a bolt of black lightning
WolvesSick of the pack,The wolves,Wolves2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Running and seeking while staying together,
Singularity Is none existent to you,
Strength in numbers,weakness In singles.
Throw your morals at my face,
When you're the one who forgot them,
I never swore loyalty to you,
And you have never shown me such a thing,
And yet I'm meant to be,
When I left you didn't even notice,
If I did stay would you know?
You can scream betrayal from your tower,
You can tell a story of my deeds,
Words are words and actions are real,
Saying something doesn't make It so.
With my actions I only grow,
With your words you'll have nothing to show,
When they forget their love for you,
You'll realize It was only pity.
Sown by The WaysideI see the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God...Sown by The Wayside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In pages of papyrus being flipped and turned by the modern Bereans.
While a man speaks out fire and brimstone. (This act is not out of hatred and) It is not directed towards Me only those who covered in filthy rags buried underneath expensive formal clothing. But his lord sees my burning in the unscathed wooden pew. he also sees the double edged broadsword nested deep in My chest skewering My heart. My own sword that I once wielded.
i plead to the Lion of Judah for mercy and the Alpha grabs the hilt and the Omega removes the blade and sets it back in my right hand.
my open chest exposing the division between joint and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Chief Priest lays his hands healing my wounds and cleans the infections.
And before departure he commanded Go forth and sin no more
This He told me seventy times seven times