The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty pageThis Empty Page.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
Walk AwayThe lights are prettyWalk Away5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I have to go now
These beats are turning my head to jelly.
It's cold out here
But that's ok
I'm on my own again.
The streets are dark
The shops are empty
Everybody is with everybody else.
My eyes are stinging
The tears will not stop
The floor's getting closer.
It all looks different from down here
The sound of my name floats in the air
Everything is slowly, fading, black.
Gray--Gray2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Overshadowed by truth, overcome by lies
We feed the fire of demise
The world falls into the shadows' gray
Nothing left to do but pray
What will the children think of as they go to bed,
Pulling the covers up over their heads?
Do they know it might be their last goodnight?
The order of the world is never right
Misshapen by evolution
We live in life's endless delusion
Comforted simply by nightfall
When their shadows blend with mine
At night I'm not a trespasser
For all the grays combine
But when the sun arises
And colors start to form
It's then I am unwelcome
For one shadow is born
I sometimes feel envious
Of the world and its ways
I wish to find more people
Hiding their lifeless grays
As the sun starts to crest
Showing off golden light
I start to crumble away
Dying with another night
The sun peaks atop the mountain
And starts anew a phase
Of blessing the Earth with light
And conquering the grays.
If anyone can hear me
Please let yourself be known
It's not right for a shadow
To at nigh
GodGod is our creator, our destroyer,giver and taker.God5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was here before the earth began.
He is kind and compassionate.
He is powerful, so powerful that nothing is... impossible for... him.
He is so great and loving that he wants to have very a close relationship with us.
StardanceI can see you when theStardance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the glow of the moonlight.
And I feel you when the wind blows
In the harshness of the cold.
All of my beating heart,
It cries out for you.
And in the wake of the morning,
I will see you with the dawn.
The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 16The Sons of Juniper: Only For You, Chapter 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I felt awful. Emma was still crying in her room with Ryan, Lilly was trying to keep calm, Rosaline was with the boys, trying to sort some things out, and Korey was watching me as if I was going to break any second. To be honest, I really didn't know what to do. We'd called the police after we found everything out, but Athena still didn't know.
"Korey!" I said, looking up at my boyfriend. "Do you want to tell Kevin about this?"
"Kalyia, are you ok?" he asked, sitting down beside me. "It's 1 am."
"Oh." I looked up at the clock and was shocked to see that he was right. "Maybe we should call them tomorrow."
Bible Verse 1Every day, the worldBible Verse 15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wakes up to nothing but darkness.
Each never different
from the last because
the light never comes.
Then, He came.
each person by the hand
and said, "Hold on.
I will show you the way."
now seeing the light,
now walking the right path,
begins to wonder,
why did He come?
Why is He here?
He looks at each one,
and with honesty in his eyes says,
"Hear my Love for you.
See my Love for you.
I am here to Save, not to judge."
Each person ceases
to question and begins
to see the light of the world
that was once consumed by darkness.
RainbowRainbow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lying on a rainbow
On a peaceful summer day
I listen to the birdsong
As the world blurs away
I am in the moment
And the moment is in me
Daydreams are the essence
Of a moment born so free
Dizzily I focus
On whatever I can find
I must feel the rest
As my stomach's left behind
Cradled by the fibers
Of what is real today
I fix eyes on my self
All that I know will stay
an Indian cityan Indian city3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the chauffer adeptly circumvents the gentle elephant on the road
stops just short of touching the truck in the front
school-children squeeze through the gap
to continue their leisurely walk despite heavy bags
a biker misses our car mirror by a whisker
overtakes us from the wrong side
to vanish into
the rushing traffic lights, the stationary traffic lights
[trying to impose order when working]
the garish city neons, the brazen marble-clad shops
the sky is a luminous mica canopy
visibly changing colours
[making me acutely miss my painting]
far off dark clouds foretell likely showers
screaming hoardings and hawkers,
from rusty old marutis to shiny new Mercedes,
doors opening occasionally for the driver to spit out;
two-, three- and four-wheelers
smelly, perspiring, sticky pedestrians in vibrant clothes
talking animatedly on mobile phones, among or to themselves
deftly avoiding the puddles,pot-holes and dog-waste &
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
OverviewOverview3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Has she ever seen
so much of her world at once?
all beneath her feet.
Will this moment completely
transform her understanding?
point of viewI lay awake..point of view4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sobs stuck in my throat
pain stuck in my heart.
the knife ..
stuck in my back..
The crimson blood trickle down ever so slowly.. Taking the pain with ever drop.
A tear.. Leaving it's guilty tracks behind.
leaving all the details open
leaving the evidence for the world to see
To see me shattered?
Or to see me broken?
My face flat on the ground
Just because I live in this world.
Does not mean I'm subjected to the lifestyle of these people..
I can care less about the popularity....
Because to be popular with the world.. Is to lose popularity with God..
And I've seen what the world is capable of .. And I'd prefer to live for Christ
then to live
with the pains of the
Because no matter what I try
I can always feel the blade piercing into my flesh.. Devouring me ..
Destroying me ...
And I need to be whole again..
I need to feel .. Wanted
... A part of something
And now I know.. The world can't give me
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
paedophiliapaedophilia3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Paedophilia is perhaps the most reviled crime in today's West. It needs to be looked at as
- part of the healthy western tradition of publicly addressing so-far-under-the-carpet social pathology and devising policy measures to correct it - like women's subjugation and homosexuality earlier
- part of the prevailing western social paranoia and
- part of power-powerless equation
Church and Paedophilia
Paedophilia came up in public discourse recently with the baring of catholic church-pederast connection. This practice is an old 'tradition' but started getting exposed since the '90s. Children under the watch of the church were molested sexually and repeatedly during school-trips or special meets or voluntary work at a local parish.
The victims of pedophilia, now in their 40s and 50s are speaking only now possibly due to diminishing of the stature of church in society. It is estimated that between 1950 and 2002 in six states of the USA alone more than 10,000 children were