"Boomslang"
I have tasted her heart...
And I still remember it's flavor:
Ambrosial.
I underestimated it's potency.
Like nectar, her love oozed
from her heart
to my lips
and from my lips
to my words.
It now calcifies in my skeleton.
The venom has taken it's place already,
and I am again it's victim.
I am again in love...
It melts my inner defenses
Reckless, relentless
I am not breathing,
but breathless.
It mocks me,
what was the expense,
to have this intense,
immense,
toxin commence?
And so, why does it burn like hell
if I've been though it a million times?
Why does her love scald,
even after I promised mine?
Does love happen like th
Eviction Notice by InsatiableStarvation, literature
Literature
Eviction Notice
"Turtle"
After being broken many times,
I have learned to mend,
and now?
I'm unbreakable.
They whisper while I'm there,
like trying not to disturb,
the animal that resides,
in mental chains.
"We're family, we do everything we can for each other."
They say, as they borrow yet another sum from me
to feed themselves
and take the credit for everyone else.
This is not what family does.
They say blood is thicker than water
but never once,
has blood sustained me.
Never once,
have they.
They sort out my accounts when they need be,
so that they can use what they need...
Take from me what they don't.
This is not my home.
No.
I will put my fo
"Novaturient"
I sit here, alone.
at at dingy couch, with a broken pen and book
a warm cup of tea,
and a mind ready to crumble.
You see, lately these thoughts of
Empty,
Alone,
Rage,
Unworthy,
They pester my mind.
Unwarranted.
I no longer wake up ready to start my day.
I just wake up wanting it to end already.
I have reached my point,
where even imagination
grows stagnant,
And my stress,
grows monstrous.
But.
I still have some hope,
some poetry,
some sliver of peace
in my chaotic mind.
Yeah... I still have my word.
And I write, slowly mending;
knowing full well,
I will escape,
I can survive ,
I must write more.
And I feel it...
Th
I think between the interval of
helping everyone and,
helping anyone,
I lost myself...
and I can't help that anymore.
I used to be able to wake up
Thinking that someone would appreciate
The little things.
I go back to sleep later
Thinking:
'The little things didn't matter today.'
No, they didn't matter today.
I wake up not positive, or negative,
but neutral.
Neutral because the the feeling,
the effort,
the caring,
was for someone to be helped,
but not remember
who helped them.
It's like...
They thank the help,
but not the helper.
So when I strive, I don't feel like
I'm striving for the sake of me,
But for,
everyone else's.
Yeah, I wa
"Untitled"
there is not enough eyes
to see the beauty
of other eyes,
and what they have seen.
My eyes have seen tragedies
worth the sight of no jester
they have seen moments
that elapsed in
several blinks.
it's sometimes a terrible thing
that whatever we see,
we do not just see it,
but rather,
we try to understand why it's there.
But, whether it's bad or good,
it won't matter.
I'd rather keep my sight,
and risk the day,
Then to curse the sense,
and never see it again.
"The Weight"
The calluses are the only thing I left have of her.
My hands used to be strong,
Powerful,
Caring.
They are nothing more than mangled memories
Of the bearing weight I once carried.
Her heart is a lead block,
Her feelings heavier,
Than most men could lift.
I took the challenge,
Showed her my strength,
And carried her heart high.
I grew more formidable,
My strength exponential;
Her feelings stronger.
We were inseparable.
Over time...
Her heart became lighter
Not of ease to me,
Not when I see
Her heart slowly gravitating
Away.
Another mass loomed above,
Much more pompous;
Bigger than mine.
Her heart natura
"Boomslang"
I have tasted her heart...
And I still remember it's flavor:
Ambrosial.
I underestimated it's potency.
Like nectar, her love oozed
from her heart
to my lips
and from my lips
to my words.
It now calcifies in my skeleton.
The venom has taken it's place already,
and I am again it's victim.
I am again in love...
It melts my inner defenses
Reckless, relentless
I am not breathing,
but breathless.
It mocks me,
what was the expense,
to have this intense,
immense,
toxin commence?
And so, why does it burn like hell
if I've been though it a million times?
Why does her love scald,
even after I promised mine?
Does love happen like th
Eviction Notice by InsatiableStarvation, literature
Literature
Eviction Notice
"Turtle"
After being broken many times,
I have learned to mend,
and now?
I'm unbreakable.
They whisper while I'm there,
like trying not to disturb,
the animal that resides,
in mental chains.
"We're family, we do everything we can for each other."
They say, as they borrow yet another sum from me
to feed themselves
and take the credit for everyone else.
This is not what family does.
They say blood is thicker than water
but never once,
has blood sustained me.
Never once,
have they.
They sort out my accounts when they need be,
so that they can use what they need...
Take from me what they don't.
This is not my home.
No.
I will put my fo
"Novaturient"
I sit here, alone.
at at dingy couch, with a broken pen and book
a warm cup of tea,
and a mind ready to crumble.
You see, lately these thoughts of
Empty,
Alone,
Rage,
Unworthy,
They pester my mind.
Unwarranted.
I no longer wake up ready to start my day.
I just wake up wanting it to end already.
I have reached my point,
where even imagination
grows stagnant,
And my stress,
grows monstrous.
But.
I still have some hope,
some poetry,
some sliver of peace
in my chaotic mind.
Yeah... I still have my word.
And I write, slowly mending;
knowing full well,
I will escape,
I can survive ,
I must write more.
And I feel it...
Th
I think between the interval of
helping everyone and,
helping anyone,
I lost myself...
and I can't help that anymore.
I used to be able to wake up
Thinking that someone would appreciate
The little things.
I go back to sleep later
Thinking:
'The little things didn't matter today.'
No, they didn't matter today.
I wake up not positive, or negative,
but neutral.
Neutral because the the feeling,
the effort,
the caring,
was for someone to be helped,
but not remember
who helped them.
It's like...
They thank the help,
but not the helper.
So when I strive, I don't feel like
I'm striving for the sake of me,
But for,
everyone else's.
Yeah, I wa
"Untitled"
there is not enough eyes
to see the beauty
of other eyes,
and what they have seen.
My eyes have seen tragedies
worth the sight of no jester
they have seen moments
that elapsed in
several blinks.
it's sometimes a terrible thing
that whatever we see,
we do not just see it,
but rather,
we try to understand why it's there.
But, whether it's bad or good,
it won't matter.
I'd rather keep my sight,
and risk the day,
Then to curse the sense,
and never see it again.
"The Weight"
The calluses are the only thing I left have of her.
My hands used to be strong,
Powerful,
Caring.
They are nothing more than mangled memories
Of the bearing weight I once carried.
Her heart is a lead block,
Her feelings heavier,
Than most men could lift.
I took the challenge,
Showed her my strength,
And carried her heart high.
I grew more formidable,
My strength exponential;
Her feelings stronger.
We were inseparable.
Over time...
Her heart became lighter
Not of ease to me,
Not when I see
Her heart slowly gravitating
Away.
Another mass loomed above,
Much more pompous;
Bigger than mine.
Her heart natura
Wordsmiths!
This is a call to arms,
My brothers and sisters,
My brethren and kin!
Come, wield your weapons of ink and anarchy,
Plastic and passion.
Let loose your attacks, concise and precise
So that they may hit ever deeper, aim ever true.
With elegant movement, an economy of motion,
A fluidity of the fingers,
Capture.
Entice.
Reveal.
FIGHT
Against intolerance, injustice, impossibility
FIGHT
Against those pessimists claiming to be realists
Against those who would hold back dreamers
Against lies, against our common enemy
Reality
Which is but what we make of it.
We are wordsmiths,
Our pens- our weapons of choice,
Our words- our attack.
We unv
When we were young
you asked me
to climb a tree for you
"Be brave!" you said,
and climb that tree
to get a better view.
I climbed the tree,
as I was asked
and made it almost to the top
I clung to my branch and found myself
scared witless and stuck halfway
I couldn't go up, I couldn't go down
but you told me not to stop.
"Go on!" you cried
"Up to the top! To find a better view!"
and I did as you asked
because even then
I was quite in love with you.
When we were older
you asked me
to pack my bags and meet you
in the park at night and greet you
with a kiss and a ticket for the train.
"We'll off and find a better life!"
you said, and I beli
October's Theme Result and November's Theme! by APictureToA1000Words, journal
October's Theme Result and November's Theme!
UPDATE: Because of the extra requirements in the Theme of the Month and some late pairings among group members, the Theme "Emotion" will carry on to December as well.
If you are unhappy with your collaboration partner or you still haven't received one (most likely because a lack of participants) then feel free to leave a comment.
Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a lovely Halloween! With November just beginning, the writers are just beginning NaNoWriMo while the visual artists are either inspired (or discouraged) by the blistery autumn season. But hopefully you'll still have time for our Theme of the Month Contest!
But first, here's the
There is no other option for those of which who have already fallen, or have yet to fall. You're doomed from the start and once you realize this, you have to start running, running and never stopping for fear of being caught in the undertow of the chain of events.
It's the guillotine- it's either looming- teetering- overhead or it's already falling, cutting through the air above your head. There is no backing down because your path has been chosen, and there are no means of escaping the consequence of your actions like those you have escaped before. The crowd watches on, looking from face to face and wondering who may be ended next.
There's
I'm Adolfo. I'm from New York and throughout my lifetime, I've been learning. I observe society and how it works, an I then force it's truths out of my mind. This is the work of my poetry, which is what I do at heart; what I do best. I adore the strange, the abstract, the incomprehensible. The gift of language is what I use to show the world it's importance. Other that that, I'm a normal, everyday, thinking young adult.
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali
Favourite Movies
Inception, V for Vendetta
Favourite TV Shows
My Wife and Kids, Maury, Hellsing, Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park
Favourite Books
God of War, 1984, The Handmaids Tale, Invisible Man, Velocity
It's been a while. I've come back to 10,000 messages, all my friends still making art (go you!), and a whim to start again. Through my months of absence, I've actually haven't been able to write or do such.
I've gotten a job, actually, which is surprising! I work in a pharmacy and that's just the beginning (you should be there on Friday's...). I also still think about everyone here from time to time, and I miss you all, to be honest. I'm gonna try and see if I can get some poems on here, it's been far too long that I haven't been able to express my thoughts with you all.
Thank you, and let the rest of the night begin. (It's 2 AM here.)
Hello everyone! It's me~! I know like half of you won't read this but it helps to say that I'm a little more open in terms of time! I came back to OVER 5000 messages. 5000... I don't even think I'd get to like, a tenth of that. Anywho, in my absence, I've learned a lot of things here in the surgery ward, like:
1. Gangrene smells... Horribly.
2. Your co-workers all hate each other in some way or form.
3. Patients tell the best stories.
4. Money like, flies out the doctors pockets.
5. Surgery is something I am interested in.
Oh, and actual things I learned:
1. How to apply certain dressings, bandages, and sutures.
:D Awesome right?!
Hey everyone. I have been trying to keep up here, and I actually have good news and bad news (depending on however you want to take it).
I'm actually starting my internship that's part of my schooling, and that requires an extensive internship at a clinic or other medical practice. I got selected to intern at a Cardiovascular Office...
In the Surgery Ward. :stare:
Cool right?
But yeah, I'm not going to be on for at least two months, which is how much it lasts. I hope you all have lovely holidays, since I may or may not be a part of them ;-;, but I want everyone to keep writing! I've seen some very lovely pieces from some, and I wish I cou