two1. watching you sleep.two1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ghost breath on folded hands,
a slumbering prayer, so gentle,
beautiful. snow falls, quieting
my restless thoughts.
with you here,
i feel okay again.
2. love poem.
blessed and special one,
you hold my heart;
tonight i tremble,
for it is a fragile thing.
SplitkneetrokeeCopper wires under earthSplitkneetrokee4 years ago in Other More Like This
Universe controlled by powers
Somewhere in the world
What can I do?
Someone has to participate
Black desperation boils over
The View From MyThe View from My WindowThe View From My5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I look down there are pedestrians crossing. The men look at the women and speak to them like domesticated animals. The women respond with a four-letter word that makes me recoil at its weight. To divert sexual attention with a fuck you seems nonsensical.
I look out at the horizon to a few scattered trees & beat-up high-rise apartments. A halo of smog blesses each building.
This city is beautiful, fleeting minutes each day. Under the shadows of sunset the decay morphs into a city worth admiring. Smog reflects the sunlight & casts its radiance across the horizon. Blemished buildings transform to black silhouettes that cast monumental shadows on the horizon. Windows construct reflection.
Fragment VII - Frammento VIIFragment VII (english version) [scorrete giù per la versione italiana]Fragment VII - Frammento VII5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anyway I could remember more.
Time that, only,
you do what you have to
so that adverse and ungrateful
we can shout at you
and, with contempt,
blame: you pass!
Truth be disclosed:
to get lost, then,
in what has passed
whose memory they've not got.
Time, that we charge,
son of not immortal kind,
eternal he lives.
Frammento VII (original italian version)
Eppur potrei ricordar di più.
Tempo che unico
fai quel che devi
così che noi urlarti
avversi ed ingrati possiamo
e con disprezzo
Verità sia svelata:
dimenticano gli uomini
per perdersi poi
in quel che fu
il cui ricordo non hanno.
Tempo, che noi accusiamo,
figlio di mortal specie,
EmancipationI died,Emancipation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It seems, last night
When I rolled into a ball
And built that wall around, I
Gave myself room to
While I now fly above you, I see
Reasons for my own
Self confidence I never had before
You, on the street with
Amphetamines in your bloodstream,
I don't need your
Attention to live. And you
At the kitchen table,
Greedily hoarding all you
Possess- you're just
Insane and I don't need
You to decide which
Flaw of mine to
Exploit and yell about to me next and
You, the one whose hand I've
Help throughout the years, I pay
My gratitude to a sister I can
Admire now, and count on to
You... the one I've known the
Longest, I promise you, mother,
I'll shine through
I love you
This is to those of
You that flocked to my side, those who
Taught me it's alright to be Broke
Inside, the lessons I need to survive
I owe my wings to you now
You freed my from the
Shackles that chafed my sanity so
I'll be your
Flutter of Hope
WMD-Acts of the ApostateWMD-Acts of the Apostate5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A symbiosis of destroyers,
Unsure as to whether bullets riddled his body,
Whether anger was enough to turn them back.
And together we spectrally stood above the city,
Those of you afraid,
Shall find your fear magnified
Only if you cling to accepting the deeds of the damned,
The Acts of the Apostate,
All those who quietly condone blasphemous murder shall remain in terror.
But those who are horrified not by this reaction,
Instead by everything that has gone before,
All the ongoing injustice,
That we could name a hundred nations,
A hundred resources, a hundred ideologies,
All to remind individuals of the human darkness,
For they have despoiled you,
Infiltrated your mind and given you satisfactory answers that
Leave you crippled and dying.
They have gloated in your sorrow,
Profited by it,
With no compunction, indeed with such delight,
As we ourselves take in tearing them down,
Battling against all falsehood and greed.
We shall continue to tell o
TopsyTopsy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My playful feline friend,
With a fondness for cheese,
And other such offered titbits.
Spoilt rotten with ham, chicken
Even mince! anything that comes,
Bearing a sandpaper tongue,
To offer a playful lick here and there,
Before curling cosily upon a lap,
Strangely we understand each other,
Green eyed and pink nosed,
Ever curious winding round ankles.
Rewarding my gentle petting
With warm affectionate purrs,
And the lightest paw tap should I stop.
A love of pouncing my bootlaces,
Possessing a deft paw to swipe,
Stealing the cream from cakes,
Butter from toast, to snatch yogurt.
A whiskered furry companion.
So many shades of browns in a coat,
Far too many as light shines on fur,
My sleepy kittenish desk invader,
A little old lady with striped fur,
Leaving paw prints on my worktops,
And more importantly on my heart.
TMS-Fiery SalvationTMS-Fiery Salvation5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into this abjection
Came a promise that I have known since birth,
But my grasp on it falters and strengthens,
Hour by hour changing.
For in a single instance,
It is finished.
The time taken for one final suffocating breath
Is an explosion of change.
Therefore he stood before me,
Peeled back the dented fractured armour
To reach the heart,
He touched me with this flame.
As I collapsed and wept,
Afire, aflame, I was wreathed in the blaze
Of Fiery Salvation,
Tassels and tendril of pure sear
That reclothed me.
Starting the conflagration,
Innocent and undeserved blood shed,
To let in the spreading fires of redemption to
My world, my life, our universe.
I lie on the floor, too weak to rise,
Marvel at the
Of one death,
Unknown though told agony, I
Know Im free.
SenkiteMislish , che sled kato si v senkite , az nqma da te vidq , nqma da te pochyvstvam.Senkite5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Az jiveq tam! Az gledam prez tqh. Te gledat prez men. Nie sme edno.
Ti ... ne stoi tam. Izlez! Ottursi se ot tumninata. Tq ne te zaslyjava! Priemi svetlinata.
WallflowerHe was behind meWallflower5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of sight
but his presence
was what made me aware
he had to have seen me
looking right through me
he might not know me
but he still saw me
but only as a pretty girl
not what i am actioly
who has ever heard of a pretty girl being
just a decoration?
The Helping HandThe Helping HandThe Helping Hand5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I see it clearly
I feel it in my cells
It has the ability
To make me weak in the knees
My pulse beats faster
My head lifts higher
I sit up straighter
I see its just for me
Just because I asked
Your giving nature
Your want to help
It makes it all the better
You can light up the world with it
You can melt a heart with it
You can make a girls day
Who knew you had that in you
Its so beautiful so gentle so kind
If I didnt know better
Id think it could reach
All the way to where I am
It hits me in a moment
Ive had it all along
Its not so much physical
Its not so much topical
Its reached my heart
Without moving an inch
That Smile .
Thank you friend.
No name 1No name 15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love letter, built out of tears.
A bleeding heart, lost in desperation.
An oceans soul, empty and silent.
A deadmans voice, wispering in the dark.
.just because.Eventually I noticed this sect to be gone.just because.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slowly the properties began to dawn
With grueling strength these facts I've drawn
That what followed me swallows me, now hallows me cuz it's gone
Even shown in the right light it rarely was me
But the positive similarities are all one wants to see
...No! eyes and vanities caused not my obstructee
It is true it was part of what I wanted to should be!
Like my thoughts that were never mine; just beyond my reach
Like the acts of my theoretical spine; where no words could beseech
Like the hope of the chain-gain line; was subject to deaf numb preach
But we live not by our soul's define; so they stay just out of waking reach
Dropped down out the gutter through a trail I'm still trodding
Washed out through the river by proceedings I'm not plotting
Sucked up to the sky in an ending with no means
Flown Free out of life only through by ripping it's seams
My shadow is gone and it's better without us
It will live free and long intelligent bliss now because
October LightOctober light is shining like the horn of jubilee -October Light1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the trumpet blown after seven times seven years.
All debts are canceled and every slave set free
in that sweet year that follows forty-nine -
a year we have not known. The high and mighty pay
to have the calendar reset, and our forty-ninth year
goes on for thousands and thousands of days.
We owe and owe, our burdens borne and borne.
October light is shining through leaves that were green,
and now are red, orange, yellow, gold. Most will fall soon,
though oak leaves may stay on the tree till spring, brown
and dry and dead but fixed in place till new growth comes.
Are those who delay our freedom the living trees?
Or are they already dead but unfallen leaves?
GroundworkTo: Chloe AdamsonGroundwork5 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
c/o The Turn Regional Headquarters, London, Aegis Circle, Northern League.
From: Valian Andrescu
Concerning: Groundwork in Switzerland
I write concerning my initial conversations with the federal government of Switzerland, hoping that this letter will reach you wherever you are presently operating. I know you hoped that the authorities here would be as conducive to our diplomatic overtures as those of Denmark, but it has become clear to me that the prevailing political conditions are fundamentally different here. There was in Denmark a legacy of liberal socialism which has proven previously a predisposition towards Purity, whereas here in Switzerland there continues to this day a fascination with wealth and perhaps also with secrets that mean that the calculations of the nation will focus upon the potential abundance that might stem from favouring one side or another in this present great division of the world. However, this business-driven politik was also pre
TransientHer mother had always claimed that Corinne could get anything to grow. For her part, there was not much she could say to the contrary; every plant she took the time to care for never failed to flourish, regardless of the weather or how poor its condition when she got it. The slice of a backyard her family possessed was filled with her plants, making it a veritable oasis around the pool.Transient6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So when she had decided that college, even with her scholarships, had dipped too far into her bank account, Corinne had been ecstatic to learn that the small florist shop owned by her roommate's parents was hiring. She had known a blessing when she saw one. While she could have earned two dollars an hour more at the ritzy restaurant where she had worked the summer before, it was only for spending money. In that world, she had been lost, sick of the opulence and stifled by the artificiality of the people she had to serve. No, to be paid to work with what she loved was the pe
the meaning of lifeWhy are we here? Is there purpose to our breath?the meaning of life9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We've all questioned at some stage of our lives. Unfortunately most of us found it a helpless search or got distracted with daily work and forgot to look for answers.
What's the happiest you've ever been? As human beings, we have a bad tendency to assess life when we're in our worst state; but did you ever stop and think when you're filled with joy? "Think about what" you may ask. Think of your happiness: is it enough? Is that what you're looking for? It's only then that you'd realize "there's more to life than this" or you'd feel incredibly grateful for your condition... but grateful to whom? We introduce here the word "God"; we'll come back to this subject later.
When asked about the PURPOSE of life, I've received diverse answers, the blank looks and "I don't know"s pushed aside, they'd all fall into one of the following categories:
-making this world a better place
-only God knows
-it differs for every individual
In the eyes of m
To YouMaybe your life is meaninglessTo You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe all lives have no inherent meaning
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Here's what I know for certain:
My life means something even if yours doesn't
Every tear that I shed
Every person I befriend
Every child I father
Every soul that I touch
Every step that I take
Leaves a footprint on the sands of time
Even if it just gets blown away the next day
Don't try to tell me that means nothing
The meaning of LifeWhat is the meaning of life?The meaning of Life8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To answer this you need to understand the question first. The real quesion is what is the point of life if we are going to die at the end of it? Well this has obviously come up because people fear death. (It is the same for why people believe in an after life). People like to feel they have suceed in everything so they want to know how to suceed in life. Also people like reasons. Well as people like reasons they should like reasons for the questions to. A reason for the question is the feeling of if life has no reason, things are wasted (eg.food).
If there is a point WHY???
I can tell you there is no point (why does everything need a point), therefore ther is no reason or meaning. I can say this because everything is down to chance (this may seem strange and you probably don't like the idea that even the actions you take is down to chance. (I shall come back to this point)):
>>The chance of atoms forming cells and cells being alive.
Sobre o que nos distingueSobre o que nos distingue9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
(...) De tudo o que já escrevi, discuti ou relatei, a minha vida e a minha pessoa são definitivamente as coisas mais complicadas, já que o que temos dentro de nós é geralmente difícil de ver com total clareza. E porquê? A vida tem maneiras tanto irónicas como dolorosas de nos ensinar que aquilo que temos mais perto pode ser o que menos conhecemos.
A acção de cada um de nós na realidade, através do seu eu, é algo de muito directo: não há qualquer espécie de mediação no fenómeno de sermos causas neste mundo. E mesmo assim há uma incompreensão enorme em cada pessoa, em relação à sua própria pessoa. É esta incompreensão que para mim se afigura inexplicável, o porquê de só nos conseguirmos definir por aquilo que temos de mais exterior e que mais partilhamos com outros seres. "Chamo-me João, sou estudante, quero ser escritor e gosto muito de açorda". João é um nome que não me distingue, estudantes há muitos, não falta quem queira ser escritor e menos ainda quem goste de açorda. Portanto, nad
"Whatcha Thinking About?"What am I not thinking about?"Whatcha Thinking About?"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just by breathing
you in, individual thoughts melt and mold
into a state of being
a way of feeling:
I am more alive in this second
than the billions before it.
I am thinking
about how the faded freckles on your nose soften your eyes,
the way it feels when your fingertips trace
the curve of my side,
and the sound our laughter makes together.
I am thinking
about how my head fits in the dip of your shoulder when
Im curled up beside you,
the way your presence in my mind
every morning makes each sunrise new,
and the smell the earth leaves under your skin.
You wander the edge
while I walk a different straight and narrow,
so how can it be there is no space between us?
When we lace fingers,
the chasm closesnew worlds open.
We know as well as anyone:
everybodys a little broken.
But Ive found parts of my pieces in you.
Have you been walking around with half of me
this whole time?
How could it have been so hard to see
I am thinki
Eye of BeautyEye of Beauty8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I stare into some of the warmest eyes
I have ever seen
I'm entranced by these eyes that look
Blue yet strangely, green
Brown silk forms the frame
For thine angel face
A smile to make a god weep with joy
And dab his tears with delicate lace
This is the vision of beauty
That now stands before me
As regal as any queen
But insisting I not go to a knee
Compassion I see in these amazing eyes
She sits and tells me I have worth
So deep into her eyes I look
And consider the thought seriously with out mirth
Passing ChangePassing Change5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time when you saw through simplicitys static struggle
there was a time when our complexities seemed so simple
but as with all stages of time...it passes
there was a time when this smile was not just for the publics pleasure,
but for yours as I was lost in your eyes.
and there was once a day where my charisma was not lost to contrasts company,
but put on stage for your eyes only
I once held you close and saw I was not alone,
and twice thought that my future may not be so bleak,
but as with all stages of time...things change
there may come a day that I do not feel so alone,
a time that allows me to let go of these unreasonable tears
and there may come a stage that will allow my eyes to rest and not burn with every memory
I hold my breath, always waiting on your soul
so I can finally whisper to you a question
but I fear there is not enough of me left to save...
will you save me from the safety of my silence?
will you whisper to me of a mornings full moo
A Role of My OwnResearchers at the Second University of Naples (Caserta, Italy) recently reported the case of a 65-year-old man who, because of damage to the fronto-temporal region of his brain, habitually assumes an identity appropriate to whatever setting he finds himself in (e.g., a doctor when he's around doctors, a bartender when in a bar), a behavior reminiscent of the Woody Allen character Zelig. The researchers said the man lacks awareness about his tendency to switch roles and in fact suffers from amnesia about his life since the brain damage, according to a March report by the British Psychological Society. [BPS Research Digest, 3-20-07]A Role of My Own6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Role of My Own
In for my morning coffee,
I cross behind McDonalds counter
Grab myself a cup, and fiddle
at the register. While I ring up my order,
A customer approaches
and I greet her. Another employee stares.
He asks me to leave
but I protest that I was only doing my job.
He exclaims Well then, youre fired!
Get your coffee