I.There once was a beautiful field,A lush verdant paradiseHidden far away, concealedFrom the world's darkness and vice.Every spring after winter had thawedThe children would trickle out in ones and twosAnd play by the lakeside with their fishing rodsAnd footballs, with no need...
gold leaves shiver
through cracks of time
rays of sun flicker
through the crying sky
in my ballroom dress
clouds above leaps through the sky
gold leaves dangle blow in the wind
why must we be jealous
think more deeply
and dirt. The day's toils had left its pungent mark on him, but she didn't seem to mind somehow as she lay her divine face against his chest, her eyes looking into his. He felt something stir in him, something climbing up from depths he never knew he had. He kissed her forehead...
Held against my chest
The gun is yours
The bullets are providedDeadly at their touch
This is my everything
My trust in you
You possess the knowledgeYou know every fear
Don't pull the trigger
I beg of you
Don't lose your coolStay close to me
Hold on, don't hesitate
It's time to take a break.I love you, EP, I really do, but you **** me off sometimes.Flagging should be a privilege, not a right, since so many people abuse the hell out of it, either to flag something they disagree (the horror) with or to simply mess with someone that they don't...
Who found love in their mothers
And the children they adopted
When their wombs
Had past their date
Not yet another woman
Living in a man's house
Hoping her hands
The sway of her hips
To bring him back from oblivion
(When really she...
and planning out my future. A lot of my time is spent daydreaming. I feel lethargic. I get the feeling that I need to slow down and re-evaluate my outlook. I'm trying to take each day as it comes and take things slowly. I know I'm smart and I know that I can be driven but the...
but I'm not sure what. I sit here alone in the darkness of my apartment and my hands dance across the keys, writing and deleting. I don't have much to say tonight, but I have a fire within me to write it out. What I'm writing out, I'm not sure. Perhaps my emotions that have...
people but I think sexism and societal expectations of men go hand in hand. That doesn't mean that nobody should be held personally accountable for their actions but it has to be related in some way. I mean, I don't know how many times I've heard somebody claim that women don't...
A couple of days ago, there was some sort of question about if the military draft were back, would they take people who have mental problems. I answered, as is typical, not the question, but what the question made me think about, and that is that I would not fight if there were a...
Welcome to my autumnal garden of paradise delightsAt times it can be dark, beauty smoldering joy, amidst riotous flowering moody colors.Soon bright serenity and pristine comfort.Be willing to dirty your hands freeing your mind !Feel the grass wet on bare feet, cool mist pollinate...
The words "i love you" are priceless, unpredictable like rolling dices/ here we are taking chances, making sacrifices / suffices and keeping one another in sight, our hands of cards dealt is right to play for any fight, in hope of getting that much needed balance that is tight...
It's depressing to keep applying to jobs and hearing nothing back. I so badly want to work, to get out of the damn house and do something that means the world to me, but the world isn't letting me, at least not yet. Sometimes I think I should just give up and apply to law school...
ears and the piece you're hearing
in a space much larger
and you wonder if the man
lying next to you
can hear the acoustic guitar bouncing off our bedroom ceiling
so you look over
and see him curled
and you sadly know
you haven't bothered him
I don't have to look through some filter, some crude trick the world puts on for us all. I see your beauty as it should be. Full and free. You know that little silence that we sometimes get when we're talking? I really do enjoy that. I enjoy just being able to look at you. To be...
Are ordinary times
Encased in the rhythm of mysticism
And the things we strive to portray
Have all been done before
The folding of towels
And rinsing of lipstick-branded mugs
When we find our meaning there
But that is the nature of things
why I write without seeking publication or acknowledgement from the people around me. Why it's not a "hobby". Hobbies are things people do that make them happy, or to fill the spare time we have. Writing doesn't make me happy. It's like using a rib spreader on myself every time...
His skin is all honey and summer sun against the winter chill of mine. His chestnut hair is warm and soft, tousled like a child. I wish he'd open his eyes though. I like his eyes. They're warm too, like sunlight through whiskey and a touch of cigar smoke. He's honest, tame by my...
A bottle of pills still clutched in his hand
Suicide- the police scream
Selfish- his family cries,
Because they could never understand
I was him once
Or at least I could have been
I could have died for the same sin
That burden he carried,
I had carried one too
Such a joyous...
public speakers, conversationalists, writers, not patient enough, not good with math or money and so on. I believe that getting good at anything is simply a matter of practice. Say you're not the best at public speaking... so were the best public speakers at some point...
Where did the time go?
It's been about four and a half years since I was last in a relationship. That was all the way back in my freshman year of college, and at that point, I feel I was headed in a mostly good direction. I liked the girl I was with, I was...
let people in easily
it's self defence
'cos i've been got hurt a lot and i don't want to repeat the same thing.
It ripped my heart out...all black
Too much for me
No tragedy anymore
If same thing happen to me again,i seriously can't get over it
I can say i understand...
A butterfly sees the beauty of the world,
sees the ocean,sees the mountains,
sees changes,the nature n more beyond walls.
She hears of a sweet melody,
happy or sad,
music from ppl's hearts,
music when the city dream n dance.
She feels the peace,the courage when ppl...
face of god is not gone
in the flowers smiles
aqua black drop sky
pure transcendent sun
ascends to astonish
the angels in heaven
who keep the light
of their loved ones
enshrined in angelic voices
one is so rich and full
so many inner worlds
outer world is joy...
Eyes closed,deep wounds that noone feels,
bleeding since birth,
she lives for everyone n noone.
She sleeps in the cemetery,by her angel which is one with her,
-her suffering feels.
She remembers what she has built but shes
always bound to him.
Her soul was connected...
post, but, for my sanity's sake, I need to let this out.
For the past few days, the what-ifs have been haunting me. I cannot afford to experience another monumental (I am exaggerating here, but that is how it feels like, at least for me) failure.
"When people say it's not...
just a sun peak volcano in the distant sky, as if seeing a "great force of endless energies" a deeper awakening
beyond, the hearts of humanity through an energetic oneness with unity.
as being a full moon gateway to other dimensions. Level of awakening the hearts of...
I have a tenuous relationship with cameras. While I think photography is an art form and a powerful one at that, I don't think it should be a substitute for experience. I kind of dislike how everyone has a camera to document every trivial part of their lives. Most people are not...
heavy waves of gray, defiant to its last breath. Compare its progress to the formation of debris fields, Saturn's rings, the Kuiper belt. Smaller scale, the same physical principles in play. Force of momentum and attraction, mass and density, light and a path of longitudinal...
i first heard of trolls quite some time ago and i still dont get it. all new people eventually ask what trolls are and its always some vague answer. ive never been privy to the people that seem to know about them. ive never seen one that i know of. i am a bit insecure like...
It has been a long journey dealing with the passing of my Mom. This,Thanksgiving is the anniversary of living my life minus a Mother.The seasons of life and how they are played out. The time is like yesterday no matter how long any loss is. When I first started out this journey...
aligned at the downward slope
Shake a little ,wake up better
It is a message of heaven in letters
Thunderstorm was severe
Glad,What could happen in a year?
It wasn't just loss of mind but of soul
Question of existence in mind on roll!
Thinking about life mere like playing fife...
for you. I promise you're gonna miss me being there, putting up on you, refusing to give up on you. You're gonna regret everything that you've done to me including all the damage you've caused. And someday you'll turn back and i wont be waiting for you any longer. I might have...
It's been a while since we have done this and I'm glad I agreed to come. There is one friend in particular.... She is something I've missed. We're outside her apartment complex where they have a little fire pit. The temperature has dropped for the first time all year and the...
I haven’t been doing much lately except stress myself out applying to jobs. It’s left me feeling a bit empty. I haven’t been writing, haven’t been inspired lately. Basically, this will be the dam bursting, so this will probably be long, gushing, rambling, and...
But not permanently so
Let our spines entwine
Finding the music in the creaking of our bones
Knowing each other well enough
To stray from the formula
Making our song whole and new
Every time we find new notes
And they become part of our duet
I always have. Friends and family, people who have hugged me say that I lack warmth. I am tense a lot of the time. It feels as if I'm fighting half of the time and I feel exhausted around other people, sometimes to the point where I hallucinate. I interpret that as weakness...