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Urban DreamscapeUrban Dreamscape.
The darkness encompasses the house as i slowly slide open the back door. The freezing wind abruptly bites at my face. I squint my eyes and furrow my brow in response; unamused by old man winter's attempt to cage me inside. Reaching back I pull the hood over my head, completing my white cloth cocoon. I take the first of ten thousand steps I'll take before the sun breaks the horizon. The top layer of snow has crystallized and formed a thin shell of ice, sheltering the snow beneath it. My foot stops briefly on this shell before breaking through to the soft white snow beneath. I raise my arm and wipe the frost from the face of my watch, a cold black 1:00 stares back at me. I circle around the house treading as silently as the hard packed snow will permit. Hurrying across the front yard, I make my escape to the black, cracked, snow laden roads.
The morning, in its infancy, harbors a thick silence. The same silence I spend the majority of my otherwise, noise ridden day, cra
MetaphorI'm an owl, seeing what the night withholds from the eyes of the untrained. Perched on my tree driven to see both the allure of the day's light and the atrocities born by night. I refuse to sleep during the darkest hours, to know only of trivial problems, to stoke my own fires of ignorance. I see all during the night. The adulterers and their unbound lust. The murderers and their senseless aggression. The liars and their words of thorn and honey. I see, and do nothing, because I feel nothing. Not for the aggressors nor their victims. I am simply there to watch. To observe and hypothesize. Not to intervene. Is it wrong to think nothing of the travesties I watch? No, it is my nature. Just as it is in the nature of others to plunge forth into that wretched maelstrom. When those brave souls either conquer or are consumed, they may look up and see the faint light of my eyes in the night and know that I saw it all.
Clueless DesiresThere they are frozen in their own universe entranced in each others mere existence. The girl smiles blushes but tilts her head away from her partner so as to save the embarrassment. The boy does a quirky little half smile and still looks gobsmacked by her presence. They stand off to the side of the dancing masses. Slowly undulating to the beat. Incorporating the music into thier hive mind. But the music falls on deaf ears, the rest of the auditorium doesn't exist.
"What're you staring at?" You're ripped from your observation of the blossoming of teenage love. "Huh?" You reply to your date. It takes your brain a fraction of a second to realize that you had indeed heard the question and didn't need to hear it again. You quickly tack on an earnest enough "Nothing." You date pokes you in the arm playfully "You want to go?" If only they knew. Yet you somehow find yourself mutter an absent minded " Nah, the night is still young." You think they say something but you don't hear it clearly. T
Fluid SanctumMy sanctuary isn't a single location that has meaning to me, no. My place of zen is fluid, because I'm soothed not by a place but by the search for knowledge. So long as I'm attaining new knowledge I feel right at home where I am. Libraries, in the classroom, in my own room, as long as I can scrounge up more information on a topic of interest, I will feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It's this fluidity that is the genius of my sanctuary.
The search for knowledge is an endless quest. New questions will always be packaged with new knowledge, thus creating a perpetual cycle. My sanctuary extends beyond physical bounds, beyond water damage and rust, and fires. The only limitation is time, my time. Which is why I spend so much of my time inside my own bubble, collecting, cataloging, and stashing, this knowledge.
Often times the word knowledge connotes "book learning", formulas, facts, and things of the like. I believe that knowledge is not limited to facts about the outside world,
Teen angsty type bullshitDeep brown eyes
Light olive skin
That's how it draws you in
It follows me
Yet isn't there
It's all knowing glare
It knows me more
Than I know my self
From atop my shelf
It's tried once
To take my life
With venomous words
Not by the knife.
Don't trust it
But you already do
It breaks bonds
But that's nothing new
Your just it's marionette
So fall in line
Join the rest
It's my own fault
It can attest
HomeThe one bedroom apartment is in a state of disarray. Empty cans of cheap beer litter the floor, the peeling walls still reek of piss. The poor state of the environment is matched only by the poorer state of your parents attitude. You finished your bachelors in zoology and had plans that never really panned out. So here you are, back with your parents in the same poverty stricken apartment complex you spent 17 years living in. Maybe there's a job opening at Kroger's. You'll make enough money to find a place of your own, start paying off all the debt you racked up learning about nothing important. Maybe you'll deal a bit on the side to make some real money. Not too many of your mates every got out of this shit hole, why not talk to them, see who's running the game now. Have them put in a good word for you. For now though, you're tired and depressed. You brush off the cigarette butts from the ash stricken sofa and collapse. Welcome home.
Everybody is NobodyEverybody is Nobody
Through the faceless masses I tread
Everything is heard, nothing is said
Everyone worth keeping has long since fled
These people around me are living dead
They say that silence is golden
They can't see silence like I
They don't know what silence is mold'in
They can't hear silence cry
They think silence is heroic
They'd be disappointed, silence is stoic
Silence is transparent
Bounds of social strata
Serving emotion on a silver platta
Silence is loathing
Jesus can't give a poor man clothing
Silence is depression
Abandoned fires of aggression
Silence is pain
The wreckage of a crashed plane
But silence is dope
Silence is hope
Silence is god, Jesus and hell, the pope
Silence is the genesis and revelations
Are you starting to see my summations
Of course not,
Not SurePeople I've met along the path
That tests us all, burning wrath
Nobody will write my epitaph
When I wander, a lost seraph
I've been drifting unknown ages
It's a change from the bar of the cages
You think that you know what rage is
My books gone in the wind, can you find the pages
Who I was, what I seemed to be
My syndical ideology
How only in death was a slave free
Only the whip heard my plea
The past no longer resides in my head
Im quite sure lived longer dead
Memories slip like the blood I bled
At the masters hand, oh how I pled
I feel much better being alone
This vast expanse not a soul know
But I guess i will condone
One eternal exasperated moan
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
ReflexionaEstas cansada de llorar, de sufrir, de ser lo que eres…. ¿llegó la hora de partir?. Terminas de cenar, comiste muy bien, reíste con tu familia, todos se extrañaron, hace un par de meses no comes bien y siempre estas tan callada, pero seguro es solo una etapa, eso es lo que ellos piensan, pero hoy todo cambió, tu mamá piensa que ya has superado todas esas estupideces de niña pequeña y sonría, les das las buenas noches a ambos, los abrasas y subes corriendo a tu cuarto, corres, corres para que no te vean llorar. Cierras la puerta y te sientas en la cama, piensas en una carta, dejarles una carta sería lo mejor… “Queridos mamá y papá…" ¿pero que les dices? no sabes cómo decir que te odiabas, que te lastimabas casi a diario, que pedías un poco de ayuda, que ya no podías más. “Los amo, lo siento" es lo único que pones en la carta, solo eso. Tus lágrimas salen, estas de
Bestest Friend ContestBestest Friend Contest
''When our souls feel really''
I don't think there is love greater than the love between brothers, a lot more if they are twins.
My poem is dedicated to my dear sister and starts on a sunday, five years ago.
I had to travel with my mother for a period of 1 month , It was the first trip I did it without them, so far we have never separated from each other.
It came the day of the trip and she stayed at home with my father, I want to say that during the bus trip my head and my heart failed to calm down... thousand feelings shot me at the time,could not stop thinking about it and worrying of as is it in all this time.
After 4 hours traveling my head and heart wanted back with her, but this was impossible.
I spent those 27 days really badly, spoke with her by phone every 2 hours and she told me that she told me that couldn't eat or sleep...She also pass those days very bad... losing more than 5 kg.
I believe that the true friendship you can find it only in your
Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
PugglesPuggles, Puggles, Puggles! We love puggles, and who makes them then miss callykarishokka.
Her creativity of this puggles makes fan go crazy over these cuties
She even sells her babies to those who want one, and creates more
But she makes the best Transformers Puggles for TFF (Transformer fans) that anyone ever seen
We really love your puggles and want to see more of it.
A beautiful woman in an ugly worldA Beautiful woman...
When I think of the word beautiful, your name always is the first thought to cross my mind. Images of your face flood through my brain putting a smile on my face. The outer beauty will fade so that is not what truly captivates my attention, the true beauty is the heart you hold close like a jade. You protect it's energy and beauty for the times when you need to bring joy and happiness to those you care about the most, and those care about you the most. The truth is my intentions were not to fall for you but I simply could not help but want all of you. I wanted more and began to crave your care, lust for your love, howl for your hugs which were the side effects from being addicted to a drug. Dreams of the future where I would wake up to your smile, to hold you close along with our child, the happy life and having you as my wife. Reading story books while you cook and goodnight kisses after washing the dishes. Sitting and drinking tea while you lay against me, sighin
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
BY MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WASTELAND OF FILTH,
I WILL MARGINALIZE ALL OF THE FILTH AND DISPOSE THE DISSENTERS,
YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GODDESS IN HER GLORY?!
(can you keep it down, I think they can hear you-)
SILENCE, CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME!
YOU ARE A REMINDER OF ALL OF THAT CARE AND COMPASSION THAT
IS SO FUCKING POINTLESS! ALL SHALL DEFECATE
AT THE SOUND OF MY BOOMING VOICE!!!
(I thought we would try to be better than-)
WITH YOUR OBFUSCATED FEELINGS?!
(where is the forgiveness....)
WITH YOUR PLEAS AND THE BEGGING?!
(nothing but logic and determination...)
ALWAYS ACTING OUT ON EMOTION?!
(you are no goddess to me...)
HOW DARE YOU, FOALISH SOUL! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!
WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME!
I COULD HAVE YOU WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
IN A SINGLE HEARTBEAT!
(but you wont, you need me-)
Macabre Doves ~finalized~I built this nest of straw and hay
twig by twig, day by day
so that my doves don't wander astray
but happiness is always an arms length away
for a child who never cared to pray
yet still I strain for ecstasy
I save my doves for a single jay
carrying them to her on this joyous day
the forest holds vivid hues of may
I long for jays smile, her bright sun ray
but soon the wolfs begin to bay
their short fur, bloodied and grey
I will not let my doves die today
I will not lose her priceless cachet
my steps comes faster as I run away
the wolfs gives chase my doves their prey
I crash through the foliage in this deadly relay
but fangs find my leg now here I lay
my fragile doves spill unto the clay
the blood of doves begins to spray
turning nearby violets to a crimson bouquet
a truly beautiful yet macabre display
my only doves embrace dismay
their tiny wings left to fray
their delicate bodies to decay
words cannot begin to portray
how my heart broke this day
my doves were yours, forgive me jay
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