Here Come the MenAntimatter - Here Come the Men https://www.youtube.com/watch?vKZsjGFiygc
Here come the men, they understand
Each other's need for other men
For all alone there's no defense
There's no saviours
Here come the dogs they're on the path
They sense each other's comfort breath
They're sickly drunk with confidence
So give it up
It's not the way they change, but how they stay the same
In the coldness of the hollow streets here
Here come the men they're in their cars
Here come the men with scarecrow arms
Here come the men, let's be alarmed
As the contest begins
Get on the daisy chain, and forfeit sense for gain
In the coldness of the hollow streets here
wasteland by Shahsepramwasteland by Shahsepram
Are you big enough?
Are you strong enough?
Are you hard enough?
Are you flush enough?
Are you hung enough?
Are you straight enough?
Are you white e
end the madnessonly in the moon shadowend the madness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
will one find relief
step down from yourself
you silent speaking gods
in the air above
the music is nothing
in the children ear
from the east to the west
finding the right cord
to pluck will be my
safety net for now
I will escape your grip
on me forever
your chains will fall
your end is near
and then you will see
oh flying spirt guide
take me away from it all
end this madness
and set me free
Collage of the PresentAn ordinary life,Collage of the Present5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
An ordinary day
I never knew it
Any other way
The time fades away
Like the night into the day
Another hour lost
Another bill to pay
The morning washes over me
circling towards the drain
I try to keep going
Ignoring the pain
Looking down at myself,
Staring fear in the face
In the rippling water
I'm being taken from this
In my mind
I am drifting
Thoughts and memories drift away...
Weigh your future
Bury your past
The time will come
When the first are last
This present moment
Reality so unreal
Don't understand what I feel
Where is this going?
Can't recall myself
No regard for my life
No regard for my health
Myself to the left
The world to the right
I'm not quite ready
To give up this fight
No sense of control
Almost like possession
What is this I feel?
Taking over me
I'm now somewhere else
Where am I?
Is this real?
ScrawlingsA ninety foot tall cross bordered in stable white neon; above it another sign, running red and white lights. It reads “Hope” for a few seconds, switches to “Dope” then back again. Caution: causes seizures in those prone to epilepsy. At the bottom, men with nicotine-stained fingers stir great pots of jambalaya. Occasional cigarette ash drops into the pots for seasoning. Look up; yellow-tooth smile.Scrawlings9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up on a lonely hill a woman plays violin. A classical tune that I don’t know, something about the wind in the trees. There are no trees here, though, only rocks and ocean. She hears bells in the distance, calling her home, but she hasn’t finished her song. The last note has to be played before she can go. Her mother weeps.
I heard a woman read her poetry today… such a clear and beautiful voice. My own has grown ragged and rough with too many years of smoke and drink. We should read something together, I think; her one stanza and I the next. Some
An Old Man's Diary - A Lucid MomentThis is a lucid moment.An Old Man's Diary - A Lucid Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How few have they become?
My falling, fading, passing,
it has now begun to drain me -
Cold winters pain me...
The sun no longer warms my aching bones,
and heavy tomes no longer set
my mind to rest.
I must remember, lest
the darkness take me wholly.
I am so brittleI am so brittle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so brittle I could crack
and fall in pieces at your feet.
Sweep me off into the corner -
all I want to do is sleep.
I am so hollow I could melt
into a smaller puddle than
you might expect to see.
No need to step on me -
I only want to sleep.
Is there a code I have to crack,
is there a solid I should melt?
Give me the key and raise the heat -
let me sleep!
.they say that you are the.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
work of the devil; you'll have
black orbs for eyes and a tongue
as sharp as your fathers
and i hope you will not feel a thing
when they pull back your blankets
and carry you out, when they leave
me with nothing but creases
STRUCTURE DU CHAOS - CHAOS' STRUCTURESTRUCTURE DU CHAOS - CHAOS' STRUCTURE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
english version below
Structure du Chaos
The Storyteller's NightThe Storyteller's Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Late in the evening, at a small inn on the road between Balsik and Melion
"You know, it's been some time since we began this adventure and I still know next to nothing about you..."
I glanced at the halfling sorcerer; it was obvious he could barely contain his curiosity. Why not? We did have time before our ranger returned from his mission, so I sat on the bed to gather my thoughts for a bit.
"Oh, my apologies, I didn't mean to bother you." His concerned face made me smile.
"No, no, nothing like that, I got lost in a flashback again. What you ask for is a story that spans four decades, you sure you won't fall asleep, Deh?"
The barbarian, who was sitting quietly until that moment, flashed us his half-orc grin and gestured impatiently for me to start.
"Once upon a time, in a town called Quan Ma, there lived a rich landlord..."
40 years prior
"Hey, get up! The servants are just looking for an excuse to skip work!" Okar Amarizi shouted to his sons "The crops won't gather them
Places I've Been You Wouldn't Want to GoAn oil-painted robust cowboy riding beneath epic Western skiesPlaces I've Been You Wouldn't Want to Go7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a dark cloud passed, a tumor grew, dreams rotted and festered; yippi-ki-yi-yay,
A dark court of one-story apartment buildings, hazardous, broken
Decorated by a rusty tricycle, mops on back porches, dead dolls
Fear of the one-armed man;
An old man with the smell of disease about him lies in thin blankets
A faucet is dripping, a clock ticking, a dog howls mournfully outside
Empty bottle of pills;
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
The Secret Of Fall راز پاییزThe Secret Of Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
با همه ی رازها؛
سرخ و زرد و قهوه ای،
نغمه و آوازها...
رفت و مانده یک نگاه
بر لبه ی پرتگاه
دلهره ی زندگی،
غرش قلب زمین،
جوشش روح دریا،
سرخی قلب من و
The Tale of the Iced ButterflyThe Tale of the Iced Butterfly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, there lived a small boy in a village. This boy was very shy and sweet. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and wore a blue and gold shirt along with black pants. He lived a life filled with sorrow and pain. The boy always felt so alone. He would look to others seeking their help, but all they would bring him was more problems, sadness, and dread.
Then one day, the young small boy had left his small town and went into the forest; the one place where no one would judge him. He sat in the very center of the woods on a stump and cried. But then an angelic voice came to him. “Why is it that you cry dear boy?” The boy looked up, slightly alarmed. He searched the area, and saw no one; but the voice continued. “Are you sad?” He looked all around and his eyes came across a small butterfly. He held out his hands as the small butterfly with wings of florescent blue sat in them. The boy continued to sob. “I
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents:10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
.i remember the spring.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you did not grow
and our arms unfurled
for no one
The Pale MouseI.The Pale Mouse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire in the distance.
You're in a city and
I am in another
a foreign feeling
washed through my heart.
Twelve hours in silence,
No power, no phones.
A daily ritual to live through;
I'd stay on the balcony
counting minutes till one,
of your voice, your laughter, and
the thousand roses i smell in your hair.
you're so scared
windows are sealed,
the doors are locked.
another bullet rings
another wave of blood.
Curling in the darkness,
under the bed
dying for a drink yet,
you refuse to get up.
I promised i'd be there,
waiting on the other side
of a telephone line.
I told you the tale
of a small pale mouse,
cleaning her house.
she found a shiny
gold coin and
danced to joy.
there was no more fear.
Did you get a drink?
asking what happened
to the mouse.
you are my pretty pale m