the melancholy death of a pearthe melancholy death of a pear11 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
One rainy Sunday morning
A yellow pear, sitting alone and grieving
When no one was around,
He had no chance other than dying.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
First he forgot breathing.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
It hurt deep inside, as he was drying.
No more than a week when he lost his yellow skin,
He left behind a big, brown, rotten nectarine.
Yagmurlu bir Pazar sabahi,
Üzgündü armut, rengi sapsari.
Kimseler yokken etrafta,
Kalmadi caresi ölmekten baska.
Pazartesi, Sali, Carsamba
Önce unuttu nefes almayi.
Persembe, Cuma, Cumartesi
Acidi cani, kurudukca eli ayagi.
Derken 1 hafta gecti, gitti teninin sarisi,
Ve geriye kaldi kahverengi, kocaman, cürük bir camur tadi.
Why do you still cryHate is concealed deep within your eyesWhy do you still cry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your soul is untrusting from all the lies
Pick up the knife I won't try and swerve
Give me all the pain you know i deserve
It doesn't matter, it's only me
This is the only way to set me free
I won't be an angel or have any wings
I'll rot in the ground amoung other things
I should never of run away that day
But the pain was too much i couldn't stay
The pain brought me back to face my fears
Seeing you again summoned up the tears
I know you could never forgive me though
We both can't stay, so i must go
Will you give me the pain i need?
Will you open my vein and watch me bleed?
It'll give you satisfaction to see me hurt
Alone and helpless, collapsed in the dirt
Watch slowly as i drift away and finally die
I'm gone now, so why do you still cry?
Stars and BarsStars and Bars11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Okay since I went to look at your page and realized your a newb with no info for me to derive an opinion of you, I will have to assume your an ignorant child, 12-16 tops. So using this as my base assumption I will also asume you know jack shit about the history of your own country and just like to pick a good fight now and again. I can respect that and hope you are prepared.
First of all the Civil war had NOTHING to do with fighting to keep or free slaves. The whole "The civil war was fought to free the slaves" angle was the birth of modern spin doctoring. The war was about economics, the north had factories the south had raw materials. When the south got tired of being raped for its raw materials among other political issues they decided to secede, a move the north could not afford. The Imancipation proclimation looks good on paper but was only issued to bring the British and French in on the norths side before they officially recognized the CSA which would have meant the south could
For Sam: Thank You.For Sam: Thank You.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My reason was robbed in sweaty, hot darkness
in between moans, starlight eyes and promises
and as my fingers curled around her ivory shoulders
I lost myself somehow, somewhere, inside of her
I had to reevaluate my beliefs and definitions
as the moisture from her lips lowered my inhibitions
my mind and my body became an undiscovered continent
as she explored with meticulousness my light mocha canvas
Like a lion on the hunt, I craved her meat
I could smell it, feel it, I was mad with heat
Playful fangs left circlets beneath her ribs
and musician's fingers led to sighs and arches
And fortissimo! CRASH! BANG! Mighty hunter triumphant
pianissimo, whispers light kisses on flushed necks
and suddenly the lion is a lowly kitten, nuzzling his prey,
and finally he purrs ever so softly, as her eyes flash a brilliant gray.
Origami ElephantsOrigami Elephants11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like origami elephants
that never forget
the way it feels to burn
my paper cut heart
like love letter drafts
filed in circular cabinets
why do I bother writing
when all I pen are movie scripts
that will never see the silver screen
the aspiring author's curse
gasping for words
to glue myself together
and cure lead poisoned love