An Atheist Speaks.the world was not created for us, we are all just humans another being in this planet all we do is hurt the animals and hurt the earth we happened to be born in, god is not real. he did not make the galaxy, we do not deserve to see the beautiful constellations or to hear the adoring sounds of nature we are not worthy for we are all in the end arrogant, stubborn, heartless creatures that should've died before we arisen in life. pardon the offense to all the stubborn religious beings that only prove my point that we are stubborn and take pride in the stupidest things. we all deserve hope and deserve to want faith in life but praying and degrading yourself to a man in the sky isn't the way. why live in fear of someone watching, it only brings self hate. do not torment yourself smile and look past religion look at the sky the animals the cool flowing rivers the lovely sound of the rain. look at the things that help you drift away and feel good, look at life. the real life. not the city orAn Atheist Speaks.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fortune songMy name is Miss Fortune,Bilgewater's my placeFortune song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll get on my strut,don't try to chase
My guns be blazin`
I'll make it rain!
You think you can beat me in solo queue?
No prey,no pay
The fun begins in every way
I don't favour fools,my love is tough
Set sail! I'm gonna be rough!
You think you can handle me in summoner's rift?
You're nothing but a powder monkey,if you catch my drift!
I know what I'm doin'
I know I'll be killin'
With Shock and Awe...no more words to rhyme
Oh fuck it,
IT'S BULLET TIME!
I'm the bounty hunter,and I always shoot first
Just flash and better be lost!
Aww,you're all alone..
Not a problem,you'll respawn at home!
ZbuciumFather into your hands, I commend my spiritZbucium1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
Dimineţile mele au acum gust de buze. Neverosimile, desigur. Criza aceasta s-a întins încât a muşcat şi din iubire. Da, e criză de iubire pe străzi şi oamenii umblă hoinari urlându-şi jumătatea. Ţipătul e mut. Ne căutăm în ochiii străinilor şi încercăm să ne simţim prezenţa în bătaia altor inimi. Tic tac. Pulsează-mă iubite, spre altă lume, fericită. Întinde-ţi braţul şi sărută-mi ochiul. Căprui de-ar fi al nostru nume. L-aş scrijeli în fiecare atom. Încât întreaga lume să fim noi. Lacrimi evadează din cerul alb. Doliu. Zbuciumul nostru s-a extins spre ceruri şi arde Rai-ul. Unde mai este Dumnezeu? Îşi caută şi el iubirea? Viaţa? Tr
Una via atea alla RedenzioneUna via atea alla Redenzione2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Una via "atea" alla Redenzione
Dopo Incomunicabilità e Inanità, la condizione umana è subordinata anche alla Colpa e al Rimorso, mannaia che colpisce corpo, spirito, Io.
Vi è una sorta di dissacrante uguaglianza nella ripartizione della Colpa:
Siamo tutti colpevoli di qualcosa nei confronti di qualcuno.
- Colpevoli di arricchirci a scapito di qualcunaltro (pensiamo a una rapina che finisce in omicidio)
- Colpevoli di violentare fisicamente/verbalmente qualcunaltro (da intendersi anche in senso figurato, pensiamo per esempio a situazioni di mobbing in ufficio, o al bullismo nelle scuole)
- Colpevoli di salvaguardare il nostro benessere a scapito di qualcunaltro (per esempio, il benessere di pochi privilegiati in Europa a scapito della stragrande maggioranza di poveri del "Terzomondo")
- Colpevoli di non saperci sottrarre (pensiamo a situazioni di dipendenza e di abuso di sostanze quali droga o alcool)
COLPEVOLI DI ESISTERE in definitiva.
La Colpa si abbatte, e succes
InanityInanity2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There are lancinating aspects of the human condition.
"A fragile falling of leaves" no purpose other than to attend his own defeat;
no other purpose other than to have to die
(see the point in the role of death in the Christian perspective:
Sacrifice-own gift- Redemption / Atonement- "in the blood of the innocent Lamb")
because living, or more precisely, to survive, it is only the incessant dying.
If there is one truth in the Bible, is precisely that
"dust you are and dust you shall return"
as the rest, also expresses the same name "Adam", "soil", "clay";
Dust thinking, that's what the human being.
Dust thinking, constantly exposed to choices to make
(and we remember Sartre's brilliant paradox "if you choose not to choose, you chose, however, one can not choose")
but somehow, it is the action, having to act, to provide greater anguish,
and the rest is just acting that there is a possible choice to act for good or for evil.
I I b
La Poesia SepolcraleLa Poesia Sepolcrale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fin dall'inizio della sua esistenza, l'uomo si trova solo di fronte al più grande interrogativo filosofico e religioso:
Perchè esiste la Morte?
Soffermiamoci ad analizzare come alcuni poeti hanno estetizzato la Morte attraverso poesie che sebbene venate dal
pessimismo più nero, hanno anche ribadito un forte sentimento di estasi, spesso erotica, di fronte non solo a pallide
fanciulle vergini decorate da gigli e sudari, ma anche di fronte al Sublime rappresentato dalle tombe, dei cenotafi e
dai paesaggi sepolcrali.
In Letteratura e Arte abbiamo notevoli esempi di paesaggi cimiteriali lambiti dal chiaro di luna.
Ne abbiamo già traccia nella Poesia Barocca, nel Pre-Romanticismo,e nel Romanticismo Nero.
Rodrigo Caro, poeta del '600, così esprime la sua estasi di fronte alle Rovine d'Italia:
"Mostra del suo sepolcro alcuni segni
e scaverò con lacrime le rocce
che celano il Sarcofago santo"
"Cerco i deserti, le rupi sperdute, le foreste ine
Esistenzialismo...Uno dei miei primi scrittiEsistenzialismo...Uno dei miei primi scritti2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Vorrei trascrivere alcune mie riflessioni e frasi che a mio parere rappresentano l'Esistenzialismo.
Chi già mi conosce sa che non ho nessuna noiosa pretesa scolastica, nè mi interessa elencare date e nomi in modo sterile:
"faccio parlare" i miei sentimenti.
Probabilmente non ho una capacità critica, però ci tengo a esporre qualche frase di questa dottrina filosofica che amo molto:
spero di non risultare noiosa come un'antologia scolastica da liceo
classico (...) e spero soprattutto di EMOZIONARVI.
Possiamo già trovare in Max Stirner e Arthur Schopenhauer i precursori dell'Esistenzialismo.
Il primo già nel 1844 in "L'Unico e la sua proprietà " sosteneva:
"Nessun concetto può esprimermi, nessuna cosa di ciò che si esibisce quale
mia essenza può definirmi;
IO sono il proprietario della MIA potenza e tale divento appunto
nel momento stesso in cui acquisto la coscienza
di sentirmi u
If Hearts Had Their Own Memories...It's strange how songs attack me now,If Hearts Had Their Own Memories...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And tears refuse to calm me down.
I choke upon the words, "I lied"
A love still lays holed up inside.
I tried and tried to pull it free,
But it ran and buried itself in me
Because I was scared of lying dead,
With memories pooling around my head.
For I knew that stars burn out;
And reckless yet, I'd taste the doubt,
The bitter glow of a grim dawn
With a prophecy of being stormed upon.
And now that I am standing in rain
The wind in my ear calls, "Pain! Pain!
You asked for every tear you cry
With every breath that made you high."
So perhaps I could've given all my soul,
Perhaps now I would again feel whole;
But I refuse to regret a single spark,
For those are the lights that brighten this dark.
Lost Control...şi totuşi uneori simt că eu însumi sunt un obstacol. Paradoxal infimităţii mele, abilităţii mele de a mă face invizibil, de a păşi pe bulevarde prin frunzele uscate fără a fi auzit, totuşi parcă sunt un munte incomod, un copac imens crescut în mijlocul străzii. Sunt o adunătură de crengi uscate perfecte pentru foc, de crengi moarte îmbibate în sânge ce-mi răsar din inimă. Şi trebuie să spun, e dureros, e o durere infernală de câte ori se naşte o nouă creangă moartă prin inima mea. Trăiesc doar durerile naşterii şi durerea dulce a morţii.Lost Control2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hegemonia lordului Trebuie şi-a găsit sfârşitul în clipa în care a urcat pe tron. E chiar amuzant să-l priveşti pe Trebuie cum încearcă el, micuţul, să dea ordine, să încalece vreun cal.. he he.. câ
SoulitudeMy hard drive died on me, burnt the hell up,Soulitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaving me with no digital/physical proof you ever existed.
All I have now are triggers to memories, crystal chime, rainbow prisms breaking their backs on my walls, catching up their doom in mirrors, red, something about India, or maybe elephants, black, hoodies, hurt, pride, my utter anger of not-understanding, bad English, smell of rain, hope of diamond-like, apathetic snow, so cold I don't have to leave the house ever again, boats, I guess, small lovable, unmentionable boats, menthola threads yanking my lungs into the unconscious, letting me talk to your neverlasting presence.
After all, I always knew I made you up - so terrifyingly real and unsustainable.
Now, I can be tortured by my oblivion, dementia and the unknown, trying to put your pieces together into a closure that never was, making you charming and sweet, so surreal you become eternally forgettable, an intangible dream I will never hearken back.
Just fineWhen I first saw your eyesJust fine2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I knew you were a devil in disguise.
You filled my world with trouble and despair,
You made me need you like a fresh breath of air.
When I saw your big blue eyes,
I fell into a pool of lies.
I realized that you took me for granted,
And in the end I was just abandoned.
You trashed my perfect happy world,
You trashed it with a love so cold ,
A love that was just a bad dream
A break up that was part of your scheme.
And now I feel so left behind
But still I hear the voice in my mind
Which tells me all is going to be,
Anatomic SardonicWhere does this love come from?Anatomic Sardonic3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is it in my head? The same place that hurts so much after calculus?
Is it in my nose? The same place that hurts so bad after breaking my pride?
Is it in my heart? The same place that gets thrilled so bad after a jog - more than after you?
Is it in my belly button? That place that collects piercings and darkness?
Is it in my knees? That shiver so lovely on a cold, hungry day?
Is it in my spine? the same place where chills travel at the speed of... er, well, nerve-traveling-speed, letting my cells know you're around, the same spine that loses shape, leaving me backless and so fragile in your radius, not allowing me to whisper "LOVE"?
LOL, JK, no, I'm a fucking sociopath. There is no love.
I - 2010poti alerga cu ochii goiI - 20103 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
printre lumi paralele tie
evitand voit realitatea cotidiana.
poti ramane tintuit in viata
precum pomii toamna
privind frunzele cazand
sub vantul rece de iarna.
si tine minte ca inima ta
e doar a ta
si nimanui, niciodata
nu`i va pasa de ea.
Devils never cry...Devils never cry...3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Steel a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man
My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night
Bless me with your gift of light
Righteous cause on judgment night
Feel the sorrow the light has swallowed
Feel the freedom like no tomorrow
Stepping forth a cure for soul's demise
Reap the tears of the victim's cries
Yearning more to hear the suffer (of a)
Of a demon as I put it under
Killed before, a time to kill them all
Passed down the righteous law
Serve a justice that dwells in me
Lifeless corpse as far as the eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
The eye can see
Bless me with the
Leaf off of the tree
On it I see
The freedom reign
We are falling
The light is calling
Tears inside me
Calm me down
Mist of resolving
Crown me, with the
Pure green leaf
Praise to my father
Blessed by the water
Black night, dark sky
Vrhunski Preokreteljela bih da su te riječi samo za mene.Vrhunski Preokret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eljela bih da sam neke stvari čula ranije.
eljela bih da se neto nikad nije reklo.
eljela bih da se ne sjećam.
eljela bih da me ne preplavljuje ocean paralitičkog bijesa kad pokuam zaboraviti.
eljela bih da neki noevi nikada nisu zakrvavljeni.
eljela bih da poznajem kriogeniku.
eljela bih da ne postoji sutra, da nema jučer.
eljela bih da smo samo sada i nita vie.
eljela bih Djeda Boićnjaka, vječnu sreću i spontani neplanirani soundtrack iz bojih zvučnika, valjda.
eljela bih ja svata, samo nita od toga.
Be stillI’m one of those creatures that has never been gifted with faith. I adore no deities, no saviours, but when it comes to people I’m so innocently in love with human kindness, and I have a strong belief in the human race.Be still4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in soul mates, I believe in unconditional love, I believe someone’s out there designed to fit my flaws and my virtues perfectly.
I believe in you.
I believe that, somehow, by pure randomness, you stumble upon my poems, now and then, upon my thoughts - can’t you feel them in your dreams?, and that you’re molded by what I write about you, unknowingly you.
I believe you’re in everything I create, I believe something’s pushing me towards you, just as much as I know something’s sending you my way.
We’re scripted to meet, at least for a nanosecond, the rest is our choice. We’re to make the best of it. So, if you’re reading this, if you’re seeing the future, please choose me, when the time
PatientI am not happy, my darling, but it doesn't mean that I don't love you.Patient4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could go without a human touch for weeks, wrapped in a cocoon, or a fort of white linen sheets, then flick a switch in a nanosecond, get wasted on a carton of vodka, and swiftly rush in to your embrace.
You are so warm, and inviting, and harmonious, and unharmed, and so whole (the perfect flower child of a dying planet, the last normal) and you are confused by me.
You adore the puzzle of me, you patient genius, so you swore to me, once, you'd unbreak me, collect the clues and make me then I'd be yours truly; a creation, a doll, an art piece, and I'd be gratefully infatuated and stick around you for an eternity.
But, you'll never manage to engineer my chemicals. See, I'm deeply flawed. I can't play games, I can't plan the future, I'm inefficient, and ponderous, frigid, and unspontaneous. I'm ever so complicated, wondering about the gods and the common people, agitated - paying attention
DeadA poet.Dead4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yes, yes, I was born weird, raised even weirder.
But how do I make money of my sensitivity?
How can my pain become edible?
No one reads these days!
Here and there you'll hear a song, or read a neon sign, resembling a work of art, only to be disappointed with the catchy chorus or an exploding light bulb.
No one can read.
There's no place for poets, we're the dying breed.
Right next to blacksmiths and thatchers.
We have to... adapt or starve.
Either way, the poet is dead.
My biggest fearMy biggest fear in life isn’t failing in school or not getting a job, or living in a crappy house or something like that, something my mom would say.My biggest fear5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My biggest fear in life is that I’ll get better, I’ll get so balanced, and so good at feeling good, and I’ll find someone beautiful on the inside and I’ll tell him all my secrets, and he’ll know every single thing I did to myself, and thought about myself, starting 13 and higher, and he’ll cry, because I will have made him so desperately sad, because I couldn’t love myself the way he would one day.
My biggest fear is he won’t be angry, not for a second, and he’ll never leave me, and he’ll do everything possible on this planet to keep holding my hand, so I never ever feel bad again, because I will be worth it.
My biggest fear is that I know this is a very real possibility, and that I’m too stubborn to start breaking the vicious circle, and I might do something terrible
I want you to take me to ParisI want you to take me to Paris.I want you to take me to Paris8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to look up from the Eiffel tower and see the Milky Way, in all of its length.
I want you to rent us a room in a crooked house, where an old French lady named Marine Archambault will bring us 'Le Figaro', chocolate croissants and black coffee to bed, for weeks.
I want you to lie perfect in the Parisian sunlight reflecting of French trees and French dogs and French fire hydrants. I will caress your iliac crests and you will adore my ribcage.
I want us to be hungry forever, and so supremely entwined, as our broken parts fit symmetrizing to the very last millimeter.
I want you to marry me, like they do it in movies. I shall say 'yes' without thinking about it, because I love you so damn much; you will wrap your arms around me, and I'll wear your hug as an engagement ring.
I want you to make August feel like Christmas.
I want you to tell terrible jokes and make me laugh.
I want to tell you everything and not scare you away.
I want to be yours.
I want <
Purgatorio UnoSeasons greyPurgatorio Uno10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
An everlasting foreplay
The known betray
A full ashtray
Liars walk away
ProloguePrologue10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Being natural in all you do is the most important thing.But from the inside,comes a force that keeps our natural states from manifesting,being afraid of judgemental comments and unwanted reactions of some.I don't want to be afraid of myself.
I had days.Days when the sun was peaking through the curtains warming up my bruised lips and tired eyes,relentlessly illuminating in patterns the pastel mauve of my walls. I would always cast it away by shaking my right hand and moving my feet in twitchy motions.However,resistance was futile,and most of the times I would eventually leave my bed ,sighing. I used to spend them,spend those days by thinking how it would be like being in the skin of my acquaintances,thinking their thoughts,feeling what they feel.I was always so sure of the fact that my feelings were either inexplicable or non-existant.Even so,I never didn't want to be another. "Being myself is one in a life time opportunity."I thought.I would complicate even the most trivial and simple
I Dream (Of A Timeless Winter)I Dream (Of A Timeless Winter)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Resounding through an eternal void
A chorus I cannot forget
So bright, just like the stars
That have burned out aeons ago
I dreamt of a timeless winter
The air as cold as my heart
Gazing at the sea beyond
With knees on the ground
Along old trodden roads
I dreamt of timeless stories
Of castle walls and symbols so grand
Of decadent gates and raging cannons
Under an august sky
Burning so red
I dreamt of a timeless winter
Riding against the wind
Along misty snow-capped mountains
Staring into the faces of seasons
A breathtaking sight
So beautiful, yet forgotten
I dreamt of unlit highways
Surrounded by the blackened sky
Surrounded by the necessary silence
Engulfed by a desperate determination
That warms my frozen soul
I was told of optimism
And how it spurs people on
Amidst the winter chills
But optimism leads to nothing
It drives me insane
I dreamt of conversations
In the common language and the common tongue
Speaking among the dead and gothic beauty
Between aēther and n&