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
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...
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
I haven't felt exactly myself these past few days. Sad, easily annoyed, even angry. And I never get angry. But these things happen. Emotions build up over a long period of time until they finally start dribbling out. I distract myself and cordon myself off from the world...
I'm not sure if it's because fall is at our door step, or something else, but the air has an odd fervor to it today. Autumn is a time for letting go; a time for dying and giving up, but that's not what's happening. Though the air is light and crisp, the eyes around me are heavy...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
``the picture of Dorian gray`` ,dedicated to one of my best friends who reminds me of him
"lord henry is like a devil
only noticing and leaving satire comments
also talking on people s back
always having evil plans to ruin someone and enjoy a laugh after
he would look for...
i wouldnt feel anything
id be free like a wind and still get fed
id scratch the ones who touch me and make furious sounds
look at the sun with proud eyes
and move in the dark with no fears
i wish i were a cat !
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
if you start it with bad news
A co worker fell onto the subway tracks on Friday night
He will live
But he lost both legs in the accident
Did somebody push him?
Why he couldn't pull himself to safety?
Maybe he was drunk or sick
I don't know for sure
I can't believe...
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...
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...
When angels hold your hands You just can't hit the ground They'll take you high and high And never let you down when angels hold ur hands u know ur not alone but u have someone that shows care, they love u without asking something and they never leave by ur side u call...
for me in your world
I'm feeding something that is condemned to die
I'm giving wings to something that can't fly
You are so far
I'm so down
I'm so ready to give up
Set me free
Kick me out of your life
Kill my dreams
Let me sleep the eternal sleep.
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...
and self indulgent, but I feel like I need to write.
Today, everything didn't quite "work" in my head. I feel like I'm being pulled in a million different directions, my head spins and time stretches inexorably. I could bash out a million sad poems, or howl at the moon in...
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...
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...
I've always been hesitant to put up myself as a profile picture here. I've mostly used avatars, whether it be a picture I like, something I felt at the time, or my recent stint of Hobbes-related pictures, I rarely had my face up there. And I never really thought...
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...
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...
even though people kept telling me I'm still young, I still have time, even probably now, they'll tell me that 25 isn't that old, that I just have to be patient, but deep down, if I was honest with myself, I've always known. Some days, I'm okay with it, some days, bitter...
I woke up this morning broken. I know why but I just wasn't expecting it. I'm shocked but not surprised.
So now I would usually say something like 'I know how to fix this and I probably will' and that'll be the end of it. This time is different though.
I suppose I could say...
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...