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Raw is my crack, is my loveWhen i was a little boyRaw is my crack, is my love by uturn190
i used to lick the street
spanked the orange light pole
and cursed the broccoli that wouldn't eat
melons and cats can fit into planes
yet, still they charge us to eat them
yellow eyes are the windows to the stars
all mom's give birth to tamale stems
hot sauce only comes in two flavors
and reception only gets two bars
mindlessly chasing dogs that honk
with their little mitten-ed puppy paws
stop looking at my breasts
you can hold them but please don't inhale
draw a mouse next to the doorway
and my bride will shit a Vail.
Trigger my heart and mind
to lie upon the sand
and careful not to burn the tongue
as you flip it in the pan
the wreckage that persists to gossip
about how much was to be tried
grandpa shouts from the roof
"That whore Obama does sex to Moon Pies!"
Hmmf, Sexting is the new voice of this generation.
And Pepsi and Coke is out
Micheal Jackson still has zombie chimpanzees
and the wild horses still monkey about.
It pleases the sneezes
that diseases fly i
TANKA -french english- Love without boundaries(english translation below)TANKA -french english- Love without boundaries by lombregrise
Elle me disait
« L'amour n'a pas de frontières »
En lisant Verlaine
Vrai. Pourquoi donc des frontières
Quand ses bras fermés suffisent
Frantz, 03 février 2012
She told me
"Love knows no borders"
True. Why have borders
When her folded arms suffice
Frantz, February 3, 2012
White Sunday 279: Orphean descentI did not descend to rise again.White Sunday 279: Orphean descent by williamfdevault
The nature of flesh is to fail,
and so, I sail off the edge.
Down the rivers of forgetfulness
and eternal sleep, no Thesean thread
to mark my path, for I am not returning.
I tread the darkness, listening
with discerning ears for every turn.
The brimstone and sulfur burns
my eyes and nostrils and I hear,
clearly, the screams of the damned,
and the muttered threats of Hades himself.
Plato himself called my prototype a coward,
and there is no fear in my quest,
to test the very definitions of life,
of wife, and immortality. I will sing
a song that will echo to the stars
from the deepest pit of the underworld.
I have no plans to return to the surface,
for even the furnace, with you present, is cool
as the gentle breeze in Thrace in springtime.
I have brought my cithara and earnest heart,
weapons enough against time and temptation.
I am not come to pervert the nature of life.
Ever deeper I descend, for I depend on you
to be my world. Eye
NyxOf blackest night and shadowed dreams,Nyx by carla456
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
a normal dayI suppose I should fade into my head againa normal day by UnkownAuthorTag
Those twisted realms where the flowers bloom
In strange arrangements and parings
Any poet would scream at my mind
Why, I placed a Hibiscus near a Marigold
An offset match, I am told
But in those corners of my thoughts
Little creatures appear and play on the strings of my fear
Plucking the strands and dancing on my misery
I close my eyes and feel them in my eye socket
I blink them away and peer in the mirror
I see them dancing, and I smile ear to ear
I guess its not too much to ask
If I may pour another shot from the flask
And lay my head upon your lap
If I lean too far I can feel my pyramid of elephants collapse
They blame the ring leader for bad math
And I sneeze to make them all relax
Its crazy to think that I am insane
I always saw myself as quite lovely and tame
The nurse is jealous of my charm
So I took my fork and stuck it in her arm
And they tied me up in white
A bride into a pillowed room, I dreamed of sex that night
The way my body qu
Arrogance Is BlissI was lying in bed last nightArrogance Is Bliss by MobiusWanderers
That's when I realized
I have done things no other man has ever even dreamed of...
I watched a plane
As it fell from the sky
It landed so softly
That nobody died
I pulled the wings
Off a horse back in time
That's why you
Don't see many fly
I watched as trillions
Bowed down to the queens
The powerful, beautiful
I traveled a world
That was consumed by dark
I found that world's core
Then I left my mark
I fought in a war
Against a devil of sorts
Side by side with angels
Holding heavenly forts
I plunged into darkness
With my love by my side
When God re-lit the sun
It was we who survived
I have created new life
In the palm of my hand
I have lived out my dreams
With the Earth at my command
I have written and casted
Imagined and drawn
The stories, the peoples
The worlds and the songs
I have ruled through my mind
A world of my own
Filled with fire and ice
With water, air, and stone
I remember it all
With a hint of despair
For I had it all
TakenTakenTaken by nrdcoyne
My brother collected turtles once,
picking them off the beach and
adding them to the cardboard box at his side.
He would give them water and food,
let them run around the bathroom,
and cared for them whatever it took.
Until one day mom found out,
I was only two or three,
and she took the baby turtles away.
I do not know what happened to them,
I suspect now she let them die,
but I know that the incident changed my brother.
He would not collect anything anymore,
instead looking carefully but never touching
that which he could not keep.
What adults don't understand is that
it's the little things in kids lives
that give them hope and a way to dream.
© Nicole Coyne
The World BurnsThe World Burns by Viidith22
This is where we live
Where souls come to claw at the idea of nonexistent tranquility
Driving us one and all to the darkness we all have faced before
The place where dreams meet reality
Hearts are broken
Worth is reevaluated
Existence is questioned
Pleasant times come to die
Better than finding who you are
And the truth revealed in the dark
Lying is so much easier
So much more entertaining
Self-gratification trumps morals
And burns it's remains
Pure souls are a rarity
To be so unattached to a compliment
To overanalyze the meaning of 'kindness'
To conclude it as yet another dagger in your heart
Why would the norm transform their revolting personalities so drastically?
To make you feel you have worth?
Just another met reality
In this world of darkness
Of narcissism and cynicism
What a time
It requires unheard of efforts to be sincere
Lying is easier
This is where we live
It will burn before our unintentionally despic
."tell me about the moon-man". by Forthemillionthtime
he asks me one night and
i say "all he has is stolen
light and all i have are borrowed words"
This is Not a Note of Apologyand on the seventh day i watchedThis is Not a Note of Apology by Forthemillionthtime
as they filled your body with sand
and i saw as they tossed you to the sea
and i glimpsed it taking you
and i promise you that i didn't laugh
and i swear to you that i didn't cry.
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time. by KelaLewis-Morin
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
Small-scale LoveThis is small-scale love.Small-scale Love by AdmiralSilv
Flinging woodpecker tongues at iris dartboards
Is the closest I can get to explaining it.
Your mind’s a big thing with little things maintaining it,
And the universe is so much bigger
So much so that shopping carts left in parking lots
And copper cords tied in twisted knots
I can’t connect you to comet trails and the fairytales
Your father told you from behind his briefcase
When you were young
(Mine talked behind local papers,
asbestos in his lungs,
his rumbling voice wet with ink).
There are diamonds in the cellar sink.
Wholeheartedly reserved to this halocline,
My salinity so great, I watch you climb
To the top of the water.
Yeah, you’re somebody’s daughter.
But not the same way I’m a son;
Someone’s proud of what you’ve done.
This is small-scale love,
Mourning like a dove that’s seen too many tricks,
Choosing to vanish within its master’s hat.
And the rusting keys beneath yo
Not My ValentineNot My ValentineNot My Valentine by nrdcoyne
I messaged you first on Valentine's Day
which says something about our relationship
and how we remember different things,
or at least remember things differently.
There was no declaration of love,
no poetry to arrest your attention,
just some simple words in a message
to let you know I have not forgotten.
It is rare that I recieve the first message
yet I almost always earn a reply,
it's not just you who does this; it's everybody,
the difference is I thought you would care.
I messaged you first on Valentine's Day
which says something about my state of mind
and how after the months I've had
I just wanted to hear from you.
I am once again, alone on Valentine's Day
and this year is harder than most,
the reasons why are yet unknown to me
but I think I will soon find out.
I do not proclaim to be a relationship expert,
everyone knows that's not my forté,
but I do know that this day on the calander
holds meaning for me, for my past.
I have never had a Valentine d
What You Do To Me..Stuttering my speechWhat You Do To Me.. by The-Shifty-Lion
I feel my knees grow weak
My heart skips
And my mind does flips
What to say
As you walk my way
I feel shy
An I don't know why
Now you're here
This happens when you're near
Do you see
What you do to me..
For JenWords are not important anymore.For Jen by uturn190
Just the feather-like leaves falling in the background.
And the gentle snowflakes that rests in your auburn hair.
The fact that you are here with me
gives me all the strength I need to fly.
Yet, your love keeps me grounded.
Tethered our intertwined hearts
and smiles keep us in this moment.
Our bubble of perfection.
A living breathing piece of artwork
that I wish someone could hang in a museum
for all of time
So that others would know what true love looks like.
And that there are perfect moments,
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate overpoem for borderlines by tubefed
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Piece Of MeI thought I was a puzzle finished,Piece Of Me by underworldriver
Life unveiling all of it’s pathways leading,
Away from a former me, and to pieces,
With Purpose to rebuild me. Able Body,
Strong mind and a strong soul.
I thought I was the whole I searched,
For after life’s unwavering scores of,
Lessons and visitations. No, I was wrong,
I will always keep growing. Becoming a,
More completed version of myself.
I knew it the day I met you.
The you who mirrored me.
The one with facets similar.
The one who’s structure remained strong,
And help up right along with mine.
Astonishment followed, furthermore, followed by,
The enjambment of a new yet old connection,
Nothing stirred in the recollection, Only the emotion.
Oh the commotion of the emotions;
Confusion and elation. They danced til,
They grew tired, when I met you.
Events later, lead me to the sanctuary who lived,
In your arms. The warm trust manifesting through,
a single touch. The similarities shown with starlight,
The longer we pr
divine silencespearsdivine silence by TheEmptyChest
those fragile moments I spent etching my prayers into my skin,
holding them up like gifts for a mute god to see, blood collapsing
ly be dead
every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out by tubefed
every cell in your body
& isn't it beautiful that it will be
a body you have never touched
but I know that when your brain cells
fall like ashes through your skull
they stay dead
& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
Death of a GhostNeither descending nor ascending...Death of a Ghost by MysticKenji
No favor to be gained or lost...
No substance to be found...
No matter to be bonded...
The transient, transparent
of an unknown and unknowable
That which I feel
to be my existence
as that which haunts
My being is none
My soul is void
My memories are fading,
an obscured void
into dust like my body
in a hole like my dreams
nothingness is my future
and the past has discarded me
The limit of my time is near
No human will even perceive of me or dream of me
I shall not be remembered by the past
nor be resurrected in the future
My dreams and sorrows are no longer real
No more memories to live for, or grudges to haunt for
That which I feel
to be my existence
as that which haunts
is no more
This second death is absolute
as I die again going beyond
the once forbidden state
of being a ghost,
but this ghostly, wispy and faint
existence has worn out its use
this now forbidden state
of being a gh
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten by WordOfChen
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
all of your lives have been addictsmy catall of your lives have been addicts by tubefed
my front porch
into a graveyard
as if to say:
this is what we need
she tried to lick my claws
back to hands
& I said to her:
"I do not have 9 lives
to spend on the bathroom floor
with 13-hour insomnia
can't we just kill the mockingbirds
pull the concrete
out of our throats
& get this dying
she's got 8 lives down
& doesn't answer questions twice
Hours FlyMy dimes are chiming,Hours Fly by Zanerus
As the hours count fading dream,
When we all want things that gleam.
Out in the City nights,
Out in the darkest lights,
Do we believe?
Can I make a noise.
Will we all avoid,
What makes us real?
My hours fly,
When rage defines,
Who I'm meant to be.
Sea Of GriefThere is a sea of griefSea Of Grief by RainySkyz
in my heart tonight
Its permanent residency
refuses all eviction
Reflections of dark and cold
ebb and flow
With every beat
Sweeping life away
Not even you can save
the watered down
With it you have become one
Too deep within to reach
I cannot creep
toward the sun
I take your gentle hands
and place them upon
my breathless chest
Hoping for hope
As woman to man
I explain again and again,
"This pain . . . this pain . . ."
As man to woman
you try but cannot fathom
And so it remains
the same insanity
A world for the superficial
and those not born of it
crawl beneath the scalpel
for what they believe will achieve
Love is from the inside out
Not the outside in
If from within you are not adored
let alone, seen
it will not matter
how you adorn
Just another bauble shining
not the brightest
nor the best
Only one of many
FarewellTo the day past,Farewell by Zanerus
We yearn for forgiveness.
Of the perceived sins we commit.
We beg for death's hand,
To halt and return the passage,
As rusted fangs of amber gnaw us instead.
What sorrow we feel,
What tire we rest unable to face the world,
What fury burns every word as screams blister the throats.
Would you forgive,
Is what we ask again,
To those who are gone.
Were you in joy,
Were you in sorrow,
Were you in passion's arms?
To us who remain,
No one stays forever,
And the world spins on axis.
Time doesn't stop,
For the heart rest in stone,
With shadows on the walls.
Farewell but not goodbye,
Known and not forgotten,
This we say to rest the spirit gone.
We say with love,
We say with tears,
We say with everything.
Imagine ThisImagine this.Imagine This by TheEmptyChest
You're driving down the interstate, right? Wind whistling through your hair, radio going, and all that jazz. So you're in your car, right? Eyes firmly on the road, when all of the sudden this truck up ahead of you turns and jackknifes. Just like that. Right in front of you. For no reason at all. No warning. No signal. No nothing. And you think to yourself, Ah shit, and you forget to hit the brake. You don't hit the brake and you plow right into the motherfucker. You just run right into him. Your chest goes into the steering wheel, your whole body jars and flops and you think, Oh God I'm gonna die.
So after the impact you look around, right? Glass is everywhere. Your car’s dented. And you're bleeding. You're bleeding and you think to yourself, Of all the ways to die it just had to be like this… leaking to death on an interstate. It's so fucking unfair and pathetic. I mean who dies that way? But then you realize, it's over. You've already crashed and you're sti
Deer MarkingsOnce upon a midnight dreary,Deer Markings by uturn190
Had to much vodka,
and couldn't see clearly.
Ran over a deer, that poor poor buck.
For in my grill his antlers were stuck.
I tried to push out this big steer
But my hand did slip inside its rear.
The cops came and ambulance too.
But no one would come near
the creepy guy that smelled like poo.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person by WordOfChen
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically by WordOfChen
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
How To be HappyHow To be Happy:How To be Happy by WordOfChen
A Simple and Humourous Guide:
Often we find ourselves feeling unhappy, feeling depressed and weepy (some would say whiny), but the truth is that all of us feel undeniably shitty. Therefore, having plenty of experience in this area, I have taken it upon myself to present to you this simple guide.
Righto, you all want to be happy, but none of you are. You've tried several things:
1. Posted a shitty status on Facebook hoping someone will pay attention to you.
2. Cried after no one liked your post because you have no friends.
3. Submitted your post to DA secrets so they could use it.
4. Felt better for about 30 seconds since people faved your secret.
5. If 4 didn't apply, you cried about it some more and then went to Tumblr for the next six hours.
My dear friends, this cycle is not the solution. You are not making yourself feel better, you are making all of our art look worse, especially with step 3! Hence,
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.Beyond Abeyance by zelaeii
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
A Night in the DesertDesert mistA Night in the Desert by Gypsydres
Under the sky
Hot, blazing wind
Under silent sky
Illusion of green
So far away
Image in my mind
I walked away
I tread through the dusk
Until it was dark
Cherished by night sky
Under shining stars
Passed down the sky
Under the moonlight
and ocean of stars
Is there any love
Under the sky
In this desert
Where silent howls?
Touched my face
Turned, I see you
From behind my shawl
I stretched my hand
You touched and gone
There's the breeze again
I walk the desert
Under the stars
I went wondering
Just who you are...
I walk away
and I walk away...
Technicolor ClosetsI can get married.Technicolor Closets by Kupo9089
There are wars outside these walls
where children lay on sidewalks
and are thrown to the ground
with insults and slurs,
riddling their bodies
and the monumental step
mankind has to offer me
is my marriage.
than that of the state
preventing me from being in a union with my partner
recognized by both God and law
I wonder if it even matters
that my rights
are being debated
when there are people
still being hurt by the words of
those who run this society
cisgendered, privileged males
who tell me what to do
with my body
regardless of my gender,
regardless of my race,
we are all below the white, upper class, straight man
Do you ever wonder why I sound so bitter?
Do you ever wonder why I get sad?
My school district was a battleground
the bombs always went off and
at the end of the day, the school
only took a neutral stance on my sex
The Earth's BloodSeastars beaming from nebulous depths of navy fluidityThe Earth's Blood by Espada-Kitsuki
shallowed paper bones pining for a heated human touch
whispered screams of hollowed anguish
beneath the surface of Mankind's thick, sandlicked skin
Flesh and blood sparing, calling, bleeding on broken-crusted face
eyes gleam beautifully of untainted sapphire, salt-brushed rivers of blood
She is mine and I am hers
though dry her blood might
Make BelieveGod and the DevilMake Believe by TheEmptyChest
are playing Russian Roulette
inside my head
and sometimes I wonder
if the gun is even loaded.
We are MoreA spark,We are More by Zanerus
Is one with the flame,
As we are one with the land.
A man is one with his brother,
A child is one with his parents,
And he is one with the stranger beside the street.
Remind me in my sour mood,
As the rain pours on the groove,
That this is the case to our lives.
The woman is one with her teacher,
The man is one with his mentor,
The lover is one with their enemy.
And though we bend,
And though we break,
The bonds are reaffirmed.
We are more than we,
We are more than a house,
We are more than a family.
We are more than a city,
We are more than a nation,
We are all the very world.
He who is one of a billion,
Can still reach the millions,
Who will reach out to the trillions.
The Rapture of the Black SwanWe only kill what we loveThe Rapture of the Black Swan by Questingpoet
it's in our nature
Things, people all hold power over us
as we do over them
if we both but love.
The voice you cannot hear:
"Undeserving" it says!
So we sabatoge our lives
with self-created bomb blasts.
Teach a man to love others
he'll be happy for that day
Teach him to love himself
and he's happy for a lifetime.
We pour ourselves out
and into each other
Yet nothing so completely destroys
as does a piece of ourselves.
Our Guiding LightAs the battle comes to an endOur Guiding Light by The-Shifty-Lion
The world loses another friend
The Angel heads off to heaven
As cancer claims its casualty again
An inspirational young man
Who bravely took a stand
Against an enemy so grand
It touched everyone in this land
But rest easy tonight
For you fought a good fight
With all of your might
And will always be our guiding light
Lab RatThe cure for AIDS walksLab Rat by TheEmptyChest
out the clinic door because,
damn it, she's free to.
Exquisite PoemRunning, we are always running...Exquisite Poem by InTheStarryNightSky
I can hear screaming in my head; sounds of agony.
We are the living dead.
Feed me into the hell of this desolate land; when I'm gone there will be nothing left
It ended - discordant
no more important than might-have-been
and no more distant than the very phantasms of time.
But for all it was not... it was mine.
There is a piano playing in the background of our lives
And the darkness that seduces the world is drawing near
So tell me, my dear
Where are the iridescent stars now?
Speak to me at night-
Reach through the water
to where my ears listen,
at the bottom of the ocean.
In My Mind She SwaysIn my mind she swaysIn My Mind She Sways by metalwaya
Dances back and forth in between neuron transmittors.
Rapid fire thought, day-dream believer, hippie, lover.
She tastes the rain like good tea,
feels the rain like thunder in the vein.
Second-hand life, worn out couches, strife.
Two wrongs never did make a right &
bombs never did have sight
so she wandered out
& left her light on
but they couldn't follow,
the sky wasn't clear.
Your nights reign supreme
& your summer sky's are black,
in my mind she sways
in my mind she's back
and that's the only place she'll stay
To The PowerHand in hand, our sights set on the world;To The Power by Booky-TrueIdentities
We face the struggle that is our lives.
Cheek to cheek our view to all the struggles,
Pacing at a rate of deep confusion.
And I look out across the plains and hills,
Searching for the answers,
So fleeting is a glimpse of the life giving truth.
And I relinquish nothing,
Without fear at all,
Cause what is worth sacrificing in the chaos.
For to fall and to break is human,
But to overcome our mistakes,
Is what gives us the strength to love.
And we not fall in mistakes,
Yet remained humble keeping us all together.
We stay bound together,
Our energy wrapped around us in a protective clasp.
An impartial bond,
Yet one that has roots, sturdy and firm.
And from a seed, begins a tree;
Glorious and magnificent as it begins to grow.
Along the branches young and old,
Interlaced with the bark and rough roots.
The leaves stretch towards the sky,
Their dreams have no limits.
And they can't break or fall to the ground,
StyleThe length was short and black – or darkStyle by wei-en
and curled toward the chin,
I moved the blades from at the ends
to right beside the skin.
And without thought for all the world
or trouble I was in –
cut scissors there
a lock of hair,
it wasn’t even. Fin.
A bottle, a piece of paper, some wordsThings that remind me of you:A bottle, a piece of paper, some words by wei-en
The night sky.
The rumbling of thunder that follows lightning.
When my music, for some reason,
is on shuffle and I hear a song
that I used to listen to
two or three years ago.
Dark blue, grey and black.
Black, yellow and grey.
How my fingers get harder to move,
yet still I carry on typing,
and the muted excited happiness
that moves under the keys.
… … …
I think of you day to day
and how you crumble under my
hands in the strangest fashion –
not beautiful, but something like it.
I can watch the shards fall for
and every time I blink you’ll
be whole again, for a split second,
before you start breaking.
When words cross my mind that
I don’t mean,
I don’t mean them
and I know they’re not true,
you’ll be the one to pick them
up and place them round your
shoulders like they’re the
Queen’s jewels even though
they're only a bit of ink and string.
It’s in those
Blooming LifeA flower shall bloom,Blooming Life by Zanerus
Unto the world it's petals reach,
Each a dewed blue that encompass the globe.
From this flower,
Life shall flow outward,
spreading through its veins.
Each current shall contain,
A different flavor and form,
To spread around the globe a rainbow.
from the sky,
Wings of white,
Holding the evening rain.
They who reign,
Must have wings to fly,
And so they shall be one with sky.
Bloom into vibrance,
as greens are added to land,
Forest fill and tree grow heavenward.
Till every corner,
Moves with a life,
and fill the air with sound.
More shall be created,
Till everything has a place,
And nothing is left or disgraced.
All from a flower,
All from a tear,
All from a sea.
LethalFear and calm go hand in handLethal by wei-en
Though cut through by a line
Stoic focus is the snake's
The blinding terror, mine
Body black and red beneath
Like scarlet covered jet
Smooth and silent, long and sly;
It puts me in cold sweat.
Bright and lidless hungry stares
Those freezing eyes are wise
Its sleek and graceful guise
Then it wraps itself inside
An obsolete embrace
Strong yet lethal gentleness
Of poison in its face
Swiftly then it lashes out
One bite is all it takes
Terrified, I cannot move
The pleasure is the snake's.