SelenaOameni crepusculariSelena2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
cu foame în priviri
își urlă iubirea
ca lupii la Lună.
O fată grăbită
cu fața selenă
cu cratere ochii
și gura nebună...
în ceața lăptoasă,
a nopții nălucă
de-a pururi pierdută.
Artist fara publicdumnezeu nu doarme niciodată,Artist fara public3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
stă să ne picteze în fiecare noapte
un alt răsărit,
aşa că m-am dus la el acasă
cu o cutie de bomboane,
să-l laud şi să-mi cer scuze
în numele celor care nu-i apreciază
i-am spus că e mai talentat
decât Da Vinci
şi că mi-au plăcut dintotdeauna
atât de speciale
încât nu pot fi încadrate
în vreo ramă
sau curent artistic.
îmi mulţumea emoţionat
rugându-mă să-l mai vizitez,
în timp ce o luam la fugă desculţă
pe uşă sau pe fereastră -
nu mai ştiu pe care.
voiam să ajung repede acasă,
să mă spovedesc
în faţa ceştii mele de ceai.
"eu dorm mereu până la prânz."
MUSAMUSA6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Gece mesaisi bundan iyi vallahi. Böyle güneş alnına alnına vurdukça aklı uyuşuyor insanın. Dikkatli olmak gerek. Saat daha beş. Demek sekiz saati gitti, kaldı beş saat. Güneş döner birazdan. Hele az daha sık dişini Musa. Hey gidi babayiğit Musa! 15 saat be! 15 saat tıkır tıkır. Herkes yapamaz bunu. Beş saatten sonra esnemeye başlarlar. Ondan sonra hooop! Aşağıda alırsın soluğu. Zor iş oğlum bunlar. Herkes kalkamaz altından. Kuvvet gerek. Metanet gerek. Biz bilmez miyiz evde yan gelip yatmayı? Biz bilmez miyiz günde anca dokuz saat çalışmayı? Kızın ameliyatı bir olsun, ben de dokuz saat çalışacağım günde. Kızın, hanımın yüzünü göremiyorum. Ben gidince onlar yatmış oluyor. Olsun olsun. Onlar
...bendeniz......bendeniz...5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Kulaklarımdan usul usul
İçime akıyor hayat
Doya doya ağlasam
Kör olacak yalın etlerim.
Devrilsem, deprem olacak.
Gergin etlerim çatırdıyor
İçimdeki ılık hayat çatırdıyor,
Kırılıyor, dökülüyor, sünüyor.
Dönüyorum en başa; kırmızı kozama
Hayalet olduğum zamanlara
Ay dediğin, birkaç damla deniz
Ben dediğin, birkaç damla ay
Ben dediğin deniz
Usul usul deliriyorum
BiaBia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts.'
-"The Pursuit of God" by A.W.Tozer
Her fingers don't trail across the spine of her Bible the way that they used to. After the wedding, it was the most amazing year long honeymoon until Sonya's father passed away. No, they hadn't been close, but somehow it rocked her boat so horribly that even her comfort zone was uncomfortable to remain in. Arms wrapped around herself; she hid within a darkened corner and rocked herself back and forth until she calmed down only to stand up in a rage and scream until her lungs gave out.
Anger. Fury. Rage. Blind, unsettling rage. It rocked her boat yet more furiously and, yes, her eyes were on the storm. Not just the storm that He'd allowed, but at the storm she was creating by looking away. The storm she allowed to swell by not focusing and taking back her all for herself. Her rage slammed several holes into her
Shakespeare-InszenierungBearbeitung des Textes:Shakespeare-Inszenierung1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
William Shakespeare: Der Kaufmann von Venedig, 2.Akt, 2.Szene
Lanzelot Gobbo, Diener des Juden Shylock :
Aussehen: junger Mann, groß und schlaksig, (dadurch schwächlich wirkend) blass geschminkt, rotblonde hochtoupierte Haare, welche wirr in alle Richtungen vom Kopf abstehen
Kostüm des auf der Bühne agierenden Lanzelot: weißes T-Shirt, schlicht geschnittene, dunkelgraue Hose und braune Lederschuhe
Die Kostüme Lanzelots innerhalb der Videosequenzen werden im Textverlauf beschrieben.
Auftreten und Verhalten: gekennzeichnet von oft übertriebenen, hektischen Gesten und einer teilweise theatralischen Aussprache, er zwirbelt zudem eine Strähne seines Haars, wenn er nervös ist bzw. nach Belieben des Schauspielers
Der alte Gobbo, sein Vater:
Aussehen: Ein kleiner Mann mit langem grauem Vollbart
Kostüm: ein kurzer dunkelgrauer Kapuzenmantel, hellgraue wadenlange Leggins und deutlich abgenutzte dunkelg
seeking answersa dust mote on this rail-way wind,seeking answers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at dawn's light, stark, i will begin;
when it grows dark my journey ends.
who knows what visions i'll remark
at dawn's light, stark when it grows dark?
what lies beyond hither and yon,
between these veils of dusk and dawn?
what will prevail when sings the swan?
these answers my sojourn entails...
between these veils what will prevail?
Capillary RefillHeart UnraveledCapillary Refill2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Toes too Traveled ~
Still, you've far to go
Pulled White Hair
With Length to spare
Will Never be Your Halo
Pigeon, You will
Never be a Raven
While Wolves now sniff
Your Neatened Bones
Is Your Grave a Haven..?
Do not count
When time has come to Die
"Old" is never Reason
Should be Why
So Saint Yourself
Upon that Shelf
If that's to be Your Way
Left in Sun
To Dry has spun
towards your Decay
A Perfect Summer's DayA Perfect Summer's Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We prance around like silly foals in a storm. We quickly struggle into our togs (mine are blue and white). The smell, oh that glorious smell! It engulfs my senses, replicating rain falling from the sky. But our sky is shining. We run and tumble our way to the back door. Watch the rainbows dance as the water glistens. Soaring high, then, pitter-patter to the ground. We race and embrace every possible drop of water. Our bodies cooled off in the heat of the day. Droplets form on the end of our nose and fall from straggly strands of hair. My hair is brown, yours is yellow. We laugh and squeal like all children should. We hoist each other up. Watch out that the springs don't bite! Giggling, face down, into the black mask of the trampoline. Our faces and fronts covered in the fine mist from below. A perfect way to spend a summer's day. Just water, the sprinkler and the trampoline. And me and my brother, Nicholas.
The SecretThe SecretThe Secret2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I told you...
... then My World would not need me.
I accidentally hit the submit art buttonAnd here I am.I accidentally hit the submit art button2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello big scary world.
I meant to look through my gallery, to bask in the frail light of the distant stars,
the stars providing so much light but just not enough heat. Funny, that
They should be reacting at trillions of degrees and we feel
Is it strange that I'm imagining a big, hollow echo to my words, like nobody's listening. And
He had better be listening.
He'd better be listening hard.
One Way ~ CollaborationOne Way ~ Collaboration2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stood at the Water Wall waiting with my iron grip.
Head over keels to wallow as I faint.
I was fevered into thinking of Projectile Puffer Fish.
Follow my lever, hares don't jump - you have so much to live for!
Oh, hover to me horizontally over the Horizon!
Handstanding on the canal, littering wake of expletives as we go.
Thousand wintery fingersSoiled Sports- all of them, while washing was a moshing activityThousand wintery fingers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand wasted white arms to hold you... if only they could reach you.
Tangled in a gangle of touchy touch
Dodge your taxes and become one of us, point your ink-dipped fingers to the sun.
Wintery fingers from a crowded craw, the grit became a game
Thousands of billions of years from now that supernova won't pay them any attention.
the winter poemThe crows sweep out from my carthe winter poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the country roads, frozen fields
and a wave of black,
it lifts me as they flock away and
back, silent and sure of themselves,
then the chatter as I pass,
the community, fighting and
blooming up from the dead ground,
SmogSmog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before I close this creaking rusting closing door of our Acknowledgement,
To are common held belief that we feel for one another,
I need to understand the demeanor of your feelings,
For to understand such is to know,
Whether to embrace you tight,
Or kill you under cover of night,
To say goodbye with a gouging grin,
Or penetrate with precision.
I grow old of excuses for your absent life,
To hauler and let you know,
Or to falter and let you go,
This decision of age old emotion,
From time and immortal,
To a present day tutorial,
They say to remind of days gone by,
When you and I were one side of the same simple coin,
To an old October midday Scottish fog,
Grey as glen stone,
Course as hillside heather,
Fragile as drowning whisper.
Seeing now your feathered silhouette gandering over yonder,
Down that country lane to meet a stride by my side,
Seeing only fuels my longing, I still resort it,
When gawkers send me nothing but rem
weaveweave2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
woven is the truth
through all of man's faiths.
focus on the fruit,
pay no heed to snakes.
through all of man's faiths
sound deity's call.
pay no heed to snakes,
shun whispers of walls.
sound deity's call
regardless of song.
shun whispers of walls;
our tapestry's strong.
regardless of song,
focus on the fruit.
our tapestry's strong,
woven is the truth.
idealin the pond:ideal2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
ducks, geese, the black swan
though in harmony
there is still squawking.
TraslocazioneFra le molte coseTraslocazione2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lungo ho cercato,
ma più non trovo
le rughe del sorriso.
Bubble Gum GothBubble Gum GothBubble Gum Goth2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
exploding hit, POP!
hours strewn about
profit by mom
-Piano Newb and ES 2011
DiscendenzaEd è già sera.Discendenza2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
nel tè in tazza.
Light SwitchLight Switch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light turns off
Internally you feel like you need to scream
The light turns on
You remember the good things
The world is sleeping
You feel like you are dead
The world wakes up
And you smile
The light turns off
The world doesn't end
Even if you feel like it is
At the Appointed TimeAt the Appointed TimeAt the Appointed Time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I awaken with a start, experiencing déjà vu. My mind is flooded with questions. "What day is it? What day? Are they here? Are they safe?" Slowly, as my mind starts swimming to consciousness, I realize, it's November 1st. I recall now with resigned horror what I can never remember on October 31st. They're gone. Always gone, until, that is, our one day
together, bittersweetly, cursed as it has been every Halloween.
Five years have passed since the terror happened. I'd spent the day putting the finishing touches on the twins' and Emmy's costumes. I've always loved the holiday, fraught with memories as it was, with parties, friends coming over to "trick or treat" with me and of course, loads of candy. I had put out the Jack O' Lanterns, the various odd decorations we had collected over the years and the bowl sitting on a chair, on our porch, with the obligatory note "Take One only PLEASE." (Of course, I