tattooeda trail of tattoostattooed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
erupt from my fingertips
and wrap themselves around you
I want to paint you
with colors I created
and stain your skin with my lips
Delusional Angel.Delusional Angel.Delusional Angel.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twist my mind up, influence me.
It's all a dream darling, don't think it real.
We're just passing through; or is life passing through us?
Wrap yourself around me, love––
hold me through the storm.
Do you feel that beating, love?
––it's in sync with the universe.
Life is but a moment; surging through eternity.
This, right now is but a coinciding instant.
We have survived the world, lovely. Do you see it?
Remember me in the morning dear, tonight is absolute.
Pale pink lips and sweet bits.
Sketches and coffee spots.
Full moons and breaking points.
Vinyl vibes and genuine conversation.
Red wine and lipstick streaks.
Kisses and contemplation.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Girls are not made of sugarGirls are not made of sugar.Girls are not made of sugar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We do not melt under a single touch.
Our hearts aren’t made of glass,
They’re made of muscle,
and will never shatter under your crushing blow.
Our skulls aren't filled with poetry.
It’s instead filled with pictures and broken desires, dreams and hopes.
Girl’s hair is not made of silk,
It is instead, made up of dead cells that we hide behind,
But not from you; for you’re nothing to fear.
Our hearts are only there to pump our blood.
Our hair is only there to cover our heads.
Our muscles are there to help us move.
And our brains are there to help us think.
We are not there for you.
We can survive without you.
Our bones refuse to break.
And we’ll always end up standing,
Because It’s only you,
Who can’t survive without us.
empty, fullthere are stars at the bottomempty, full1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of this bottle.
in your head,
there are other bodies--
tide of changefloating in high tidetide of change1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
far out beyond the breakers
finally I escaped you
The Horizon and the ShorelineI saw you in the ocean, riding waves like seaweed leaves.The Horizon and the Shoreline2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you kept your arms in motion
kept waving out to me.
I blew a kiss goodbye,
and stayed to watch you leave.
For the tide's a perfect gentleman, he'll take you out to sea.
LIARTears streaming,LIAR10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing seems to make sense.
you lied to me,
and i loved you.
Forget the hugs
and o's that i sent you.
Forget the way I talked
to you and made you feel.
You're a fake, a fraud, a
Nothing you can do can save
you from being dismissed from
I gave you a second chance.
S T U P I D
I hate liars.
At least you can leave
with the satisfaction to
know that i loved you
with my whole being.
Three Days Gace.
I hate every thing about you.
Songs calm me,
but you never will.
I'm ending my life for you.
You pushed me over the edge.
Nothing makes sence,
except the end.
No stopping me now.
Liar will be my last words
off my lips
Depois do silencioDepois do silêncioDepois do silencio3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Por Luiz Eduardo Borges
Assim como tantas outras civilizações, aquele povo antigo tinha um mito que explicava a criação do mundo. Geração após geração aprendiam que o universo inteiro foi criado através de música. Da mesma forma que a música preenche o silêncio com beleza, um dia, as vibrações harmônicas de uma composição criaram estruturas no que antes era o vazio. Essas vibrações reverberariam até hoje em toda a matéria, sentidas na forma de calor. Ninguém sabia quais eram as notas que fizeram o milagre. Por isso havia o receio que, se tocadas de trás para diante, elas poderiam desfazer tudo o que foi feito.
Cientes da lenda, os xamãs, em um tempo antes do surgimento da escrita, decidiram se apossar de toda a música para si. Convenceram os líderes das aldeias que era perigoso que ela fosse usada por qualquer um, pois a composição do fim do mundo podia ser executada involuntariamente. Sendo assim, a arte musical foi banida, instrumentos music
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
Lullaby ByeTwinkle twinkle falling starLullaby Bye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I wonder if you are
He who called with steady voice
Offering me one simple choice
Shall I stay or better leave?
Contemplatively I breathe
Now to bed I close my eyes
Think of you across the skies
I forgive you, now you know
My chosen path is that I go
One breath. Two breath. Three breath. Four
Eternal sleep, forevermore
Twinkle twinkle trusted friend
Take me there, to where it ends
Shining down your soft, white light
It calms me now and dulls my fright
Down below in bed I lie
With comforted heart I say goodbye
Never Marry an ArtistNever Marry An ArtistNever Marry an Artist1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't marry an artist. Ever.
If your heart is not one for adventure, if your mind is confined to the restrictions of reality_Then please, I beg of you, do not marry an artist.
Your mind will be doused in vibrant liquids, your eyes will be opened to new things. You'll see your life in technicolor. Shades of gray will no longer restrain you, for your will shall be guided by that of an artist. Kiss normality away, because once you marry an artist, you will become an artist one way or another.
Their ways will rub off onto you, their adventure will fill your soul, and you will never be the same again.
Never Marry a Writer.
Because they're all the same. They bear wisdom from long ago, yet they preserve it in this age.
They'll take their life and yours, and put it in a book,
Your life will no longer be your own, but the life of all those who look.
Kiss privacy away, because secrets are no longer secrets.
They're stories you see, ammo if you may. The weapons are the words
It hurtIt hurt you know,It hurt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling for you.
I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.
But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.
It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.
So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing pieces.
I found your hand
That made strings
I found your lungs,
Which turned air
Into a caress.
And I found your eyes,
Their blue oceans
But I couldn't find your heart.
Not straight away.
And I'm still looking,
But I can't see you anymore.
Because I know
That I am getting closer to your heart.
But it makes me wond
Depression Moth-footed, watchful,Depression2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Despair haunts the penumbra
Of the human mind.
W ciemnym, malym pokoju...W ciemnym, małym pokoju...W ciemnym, malym pokoju...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
W pokoju stał niegdyś stół i dwie były tam dłonie,
w pokoju stał niegdyś stół, a dzisiaj serce tam płonie.
Na stole leżał list, a nad nim twarz pochylona,
dziś nie ma na nim już nic, są tylko czyjeś ramiona.
Na liście był niegdyś tusz, a w tuszu były słowa,
dzisiaj zabrakło słów - jest tylko świadomość ta nowa.
Tuszem był niegdyś świat, tuszem rysował ktoś życie,
teraz jest świat dwóch ciał i to bycie jest ponad życie.
Dawniej był jeszcze świat, bywały daleko myśli,
a dzisiaj wszystko tu jest i nikt niczego nie zmyśli.
Zaprawdę był kiedyś stół, z listem i też myślami
była tam przyszłość gdzie, nie żyje się tylko chwilami.
Ink stained fingersClean were her nails,Ink stained fingers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and empty were her hands;
When all seems lost, forever
in the desert sands
A blank sheet of paper,
the starkest of white,
Sailing through memory,
Where once there was feeling
and passions fierce;
Where once there was ability
to conquer fears
Now all that remains is light;
for only in the light we see
the things from which we hide,
the things from which we flee
Her fingers were stained with ink,
her paper littered with words;
her pen moved swiftly,
and surely as the birds
One does not forget
or lose it all;
there’s always the ink
to cushion one’s fall
[APH] Szwedek zostaje ojcem Nazywam się Berwald Oxenstierna i stoję na środku korytarza.[APH] Szwedek zostaje ojcem2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Gdyby nie sytuacja, w jakiej się teraz znajduje, najpewniej kontemplowałbym właśnie wystrój wnętrza. Te jasnozielone ściany z pewnością nie pasują do drewnianych paneli, jakimi wyłożono podłogę. Powinni wybrać inny rodzaj drzewa. Ten jest zdecydowanie za ciemny. I ten niski stolik w towarzystwie dwóch czerwonych foteli na metalowych nóżkach. Fotele są znośne, ale stolik… Jak można tak niestarannie zbijać meble? Jestem pewien, że prawa krawędź jest o co najmniej milimetr niżej niż lewa. Takie rzeczy nie zdarzają się profesjonalistom.
Mimo to dziś mam na głowie coś znacznie ważniejszego. Nie czas na tego typu refleksje.
- Pan Oxenstierna?
He's MineHe's so fragile, so delicate,He's Mine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a thin piece of glass.
Yet when he breaks down,
There's a throbbing pain that urges me to protect him.
He's so defensive, so irritable,
Like a mask to hide his inner pain.
He's so beautiful, so lovely,
I would be so possessive about him.
APH MIXmas Wymarzony prezentBefore my eyes are uncountable roads, dividing roads, confusing roads.APH MIXmas Wymarzony prezent1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I always hid my weakness, until I met you.
My hopes and dreams spill out from my hands.
I pray for the future reflected in your eyes.
Nadmuchiwany, prawie dwumetrowy Mikołaj, pochylał się na bok jakby męczył go potężny kac. Drobny deszcz spływał po jego brzydkiej twarzy, zapadniętej z powodu uciekającego powietrza, a niebieskawy poblask wystawowych lampek dopełniał koszmarnego wizerunku. Lovino pomyślał, że stojąc naprzeciw tego zmarnowanego Mikołaja w wigilijny wieczór, moknąc i klnąc pod nosem, wcale nie wyglądał lepiej.
„To wszystko wina tego skończonego kretyna”, pomyślał, posyłając Mikołajowi groźne spojrzenie, jakby to właśnie on był tym skończonym kretynem. Mikołaj jednak dalej wyglądał na mocno wymęczon
Do You Want To Kill Some Frost GiantsThor: Loki? (knocks)Do You Want To Kill Some Frost Giants9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you want to kill some Frost Giants?
Come on, let's go and kill!
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
Do you always have to obey
We used to be best brothers
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why
Do you want to kill some Frost Giants?
It doesn't have to be a Frost Giant
Loki: Go away, Thor.
PurifyPurifyPurify2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
“Even my conditioning has been conditioned,”
This is why all people have these pre-conceived notions;
We’re taught certain things at a young age,
And these ways of thinking go back to your parents’ ways,
Then so on and so forth, your condition has been conditioned,
And conditioned, and conditioned, and ultimately created,
Because this is what we use to keep ourselves safe,
From the evils of the world, the immorality that inhabits it,
But over time, over our years on this Earth,
We must be aware of these various conditions,
And cleanse ourselves of these seemingly pre-determined positions;
Once you have found this, you’ll understand that so many people need to make themselves pure.
But it isn’t their fault; it truly isn’t,
It’s just their deep conditioner has created a greasy outlook on this beautiful world.
Ode to the BellydancerMusic resonates through the roomOde to the Bellydancer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And, dressed in tribaldress and bra
You sychronize your fair motions
With the composition's rhythym
Hips rolling in elegant grace
Arms and legs affirming their moves
Your navel is hypnotising
Using puslating gyrations
To intoxicate all who watch
Until your dance steps turn your form
And your hips become the focus
Moving with resplendant cadence
Each exotic movement declares,
Sensuality is an art!
Knowing the melody's tempo
You have honed stamina and skill
Into truly beautiful form
And have become a masterpiece
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.