Between stones and crowsRemember darlingBetween stones and crows7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night painting the sky
In shades of dark and light
And you and me there
Sharing the beauty of it all?
Now its gone
Now its lost
No enchanting words
To bring back that forgotten world
All doomed forever more
Nothing could open that forgotten door
Tears caress the loving memories
Wounded to eternity
In depths of silence I fall
Screaming all the pain inside
Sharing all my sorrow with the skies
and the skies cry for me
The skies cry with me
When the night paints the sky
In shades of dark and light
The gods are weeping with me
I touch the reflection in the mirror
Hands that are not yours
Caressing the face that once was yours to touch
Blood red drops on water
Is it you that came to life
Or the sharpened glasses on my hands
Trying to bring the memory to life
Now its gone
Now its lost
No enchanting words
To bring back that forgotten world
All doomed forever more
Nothing could ope
GlimpseIn her eyes an odd glimpse,Glimpse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something hidden behind her lips,
A secret in her swinging hips.
In her past a forgotten day,
Something for long was in her way,
A secret telling her to stay.
In her night a ray of light,
Something to make her feel alright,
A secret of some love in sight.
Once...Once...10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
There was a world where all of the parents lied to their children. These were not hurtful lies though, but rather ones meant to comfort the children. Simply, when the child would lose something, a toy, a gift, a favorite animal, anything really, the parents would tell them "Somewhere, someone is caring and loving and cherishing it"
But slowly as the children grew older, some becoming parents themselves, they came to understand that it was not so.
Some were angry.
Some were sad.
Most were indifferent and assumed that they should do the same, that it was just what you told children.
One child, however, grew up still believing.
Though he understood that what he had been told wasn't true, he wanted to make sure that it would be true for everyone else.
And one day,
He began to collect little things here and there; books, necklaces, toy trains and little dolls. Everything he came across he kept and loved. Soon it took over his room and house and even his attic. So the man, getting a lit
Child of WarChild of War10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is not a tale of tragedy or a lamentation, nor is it a glorification of war or peace, or an accusation of criminal nations who encouraged this war. It is simply a diary -- my life as a child of war, both frightening and exciting, where life was suspended but life went on anyway. A life neither happier nor sadder than that of any other child on the planet, but more unusual perhaps, and sometimes astonishing in how normal it all was to me. Which is why I like to share this piece of writing: I feel it is a unique perspective on this kind of event, as I have strived to keep it void of post-rationalisation and political context to keep it, as purely as possible, an insight into how this was experienced by a kid's mind, and for that I put myself back into my mindset of the time to write it. This shows in the "voice".
I was born in Beirut on September 11th, 1979, in the basement/shelter of the clinic where my mother had gone to give birth. We immediately left for Mu
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost
250 christians can't be wrong250 christians can't be wrong9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The counselors tried to keep the children calm before meals. They lined them up by cabin in front of the dinning hall and preformed various stunts to pacify them until the tables were set. Sometimes they sang songs with hand motions:
"Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark. Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark, Daddy Shark do do do do do do " The song continued to tell the story of a woman swimming who suffered a shark attack and flew to Heaven. It was an annoying tune with gestures that involved little more than clapping your hands together in a vertical snapping motion. The eleven-year-old campers loved it. They sang it repeatedly when they got home and their parents cringed.
"JELLY BEAN!" someone called out, "tell us a joke!"
A short brown-haired counselor stepped onto a crate in front of the children. "Do you really want to hear a joke?" she asked.
The children shouted back that they did.
slanguage and cigaretiquetteHe said chickadee,slanguage and cigaretiquette9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'cause that's what they've been
The chick with the car
and her very own language
and rehab for sophistication.
Behind their backs, gang hangers
rewrite official business men's
and their leader woman
cavorts to the conversation tones.
But I still give slang to the new boys,
the ones I meet, who
offer a smoke ever-why time.
I, ever-why time, convince
it's too much of a decision
to pick a cigarette.
He stuck around
after his initiation cigar,
trying to let this slanguage
slip into his ette-cloud.
elephant_girlelephant_girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dün gece unuttum seni sanıyordum.sabah yastığımda saçların vardı..kokun havluya sinmiş yüzümü değdirirken ıslattım göz yaşlarımla..şimdi o kadar da uzak olamazsın..sıcak hala bu bardak..demek parmakların değmiş..ince küçük parmakların..beyaz minik sevgilim olmanı istedim sadece senden..
Beyaz minik bir düş kaldın artık hayatımda..buna hayat demek anlamsız şu an bilirim o duyguyu ..en çok yaşayanlardanım ben..
Neyi yaşadım acaba en çok?merak etmez misin;hala nefes alır mıyım?yoksa sadece bir ruh muydu bütününü verebildiğin?
Oysa şimdi yokken sen burada,ne anlamı var bu bardağı saklamanın?yoksun işte,dönmeyeceksin,,zamanla soğuyacak hapsetmeye çalıştığım vücut ısın..hayalin çürüyebilecek mi bende acaba bir gün?
Belki bir gün daha gereklidir,ya da bir
No Words LeftMy hands are on the keyboard,No Words Left5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for words
But none come
I need to write,
There is some sort of mental block,
But no words are there
Usually, I write about pain
But the only thing in my life right now is happiness
He takes away my pain,
Physical, mental, everything
And fills the empty void with light,
Happiness and laughter
Love and appreciation
For all the things that brought us together
All the events that led to this,
Im thankful for them,
And for him
coffee and sugarSugarcoffee and sugar7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sugar stood up. Spitefully, the cloak of verveine emanating in splendour (in decadence), she strolled across room of red and room of blue and room of sorrow and harsh and gleeful history. To the kitchen. She made herself a cup of steaming, acrid coffee. She drank it.
It drank her.
It fed on her blithe, mad fragility, dissolved her slowly, gradually, into a dream of drugged ecstasy, and she faded, drifted, lifted, and again and again, swirled in this thick, lovely blackness which enveloped her and clung to her as she swooned and gathered and rushed around and around and around...
What perfect distress
Oh what perfume
One more Cup.
of steaming black gold.
Everytime it gullies down her throaty throat, she imagines it. She imagines Gold, a flow of scalding, volcanic gold slithering down her moulded tube.
This is a death, she sees. The ultimate jewel.
The all about inner beauty.
She says, inner beauty will kill you. This inner bea
Rainbow SmilesA broken façade,Rainbow Smiles10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
empty shades of charcoal painting my horizon
Rainbow smiles from beneath the dust.
the cold shield of ice
like white hot knives jabbing into my side
glazed and unblinking.
Stare through the haze,
hypnotizing my mind.
I can't love.
A heart frozen-
beaten behind countless sorrows
Shadowing demons behind every corner
Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe.
The tedium is unbreakable-unyielding
The sickness spreads through my body, my mind
infecting every atom,
I have no will to move, no will to breathe.
Forcing my steps, my feet in a line,
leaving trails of dust behind me.
Where have I been?
Why would you ask?
Rhetoric idiosyncrasies, unanswerable riddles
Demonic presence- killing me [where has my mind gone?] Circling,
whirling, and twirling, round and round like a merry-go-round I'm going to be
Spill my guts to you, don't look back
Leave them lying on the floor,
ScianyŚCIANYSciany7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
próbuję oprzeć się o ściany
lecz one odsuwają się
unikają mojego dotyku
patrzą z odrazą
jak zataczam się
nie mogę się podnieść
nie ma nikogo kto
zechciałby mi pomóc
a ja nie odważę się poprosić
za dużo we mnie dumy
może kiedyś się podniosę
i napluje w twarz
wszystkim którzy zwątpili
SunsetSunset7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tall and strong, with pride She stands,
Gloriously bending o'er green lands.
Her arms stretch wide and reach in vain
For something that She cannot gain.
The sun sets slowly; Her shadow grows.
She weeps in silence for all Her woes.
The light glimmers as it falls,
And all is lost as She calls
And reaches out with Her right hand.
She is destroyed by His command.
By accepting Her power He made Her strain
To protect the green glow of Her grassy plain.
He took from Her what She did not owe;
He made Her fall into the shadow.
She stands there shattered and appalled,
And takes what She can as She falls.
The blood red sky slowly dies,
As She goes to Her demise.
My HeartSo quickly I've moved on from you,My Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster who tore out my heart,
You wore it around your neck like jewelry
But someone else stole it back
He came in the night and robbed you,
So quickly, so cleanly, so truly,
HE got my heart back for me,
And won it over just as surely
Red WindowI have all my lucky pennies in a row,Red Window7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
catching sunlight, holding morning air.
They keep me company
from the window sill, greet me
never expecting too much.
Just the truth of daylight,
the honesty of darkness,
my promise of imperfection
just like the flaws that brought me here.
Music- the futureMusic- the future7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music (some future)
in downtown Denver
there is a miniature theater
neighbor to fire trucks and warehouses
lips pucker cigarettes,
in a swarming mass together,
a costumed mob
inside the stage radiates-
projected on white globes,
that feed the soul lobes
the music is diverging voices
of various magnitude and sin-
drones, pipes, strings,
broad moan, shrill bite the amber sways
over open toes and line tight flesh the absinth music breathes
all at once.
these tangled arterial voices
seized in pulsing cycles-
rhythms that swing back
harrowing nights, bloodlust,
the taste of mucus and salt
creating a frozen crust
on the mouth of Colfax Avenue.
inside the walls buckle-
seething home for bugged minds
to mesmerize and feed on other minds-
antithesis and perception,
to gather the skirt of objection
and meld it like rot iron.
music as reality-
energy river of sound and rest
each voice its own pattern
lamento silencioso -el cono-Esparcidas en la totalidad del cielo, las nubes ocultan la única fuente de luz nocturna: la Luna. Ahogada la noche por la penumbra, las manos petrificadas de los árboles apenas alcanzan a lastimar los pacíficos contornos nubosos. Esta noche sin sombras ni formas fulmina los sentidos anegándolos de espeso lodo, el ojo escucha oscilantes lamentos agónicos, el oído siente el frío del estruendo, el tacto huele la imprudencia del miedo, el olfato ve al muerto que se pudre y en el paladar se impregna el sabor del llanto; la vida se torna distante, se aleja y me abandona.lamento silencioso -el cono-8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Huérfano de eterna soledad errante, estoy acostumbrado a ser golpeado por el cadencioso péndulo del desprecio que me tiene la noche, la vida se torna distante pero vuelve, y con rencor, me arranca la piel de un solo zarpazo. Soy yo ese desnudo vagabundo que te mira fijamente y posee tu alma, el que se mete en tu piel y le usa como traje, soy yo aquél demonio del que cantan los infantes, el que se alimenta de su propia sangre
i don't wanna grow updusted gold & it's setting in-i don't wanna grow up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a heated chill,
with a touch of sin.
& sitting old as Him.
the fountain dries and the haystack thins-
the ashes fall and you find the pin-
the stone, it cracks-
and you see within.
a man falls hard when a woman lifts,
so he wraps his pride inside a potent gift-
& it gets them nowhere but it passes time,
for now & then & when she will be mine.
by way of long simplicities & short complications."
to when life is shorter-
& growing pains don't hurt no more.