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Listen My ChildTalk to me. Child of my past, talk, and tell me of the dreams that runListen My Child by Kein-Licht
pall-mall through candyfloss fields and dance with the cotton clouds.
Whisper those nightmares that arrive, screeching. Seething and burning.
Parcel your childish imagination and deliver it through my ruby red post-box.
We are one, but ultimately separate. We miss each other by miles, but
we're only an inch apart. I am what the world moulded, tomorrow has happened.
Yours eyes have yet to glimpse the world I'm drenched in. Soaked to the skin.
My mind is foggy with nostalgia. My heart bursting with your love.
Your skin is only moments away from a maternal touch that mine hungers for.
Those baby-blues haven't yet rained the beginnings of an ocean. Oh my child.
I grieve for you. I promise the rain with pass, and the storm will calm.
There will be music, laughter and eye's dazzling with the beauty of it all. Not without its pain though.
You won't give a moment back, nor will you want to. Don't give an inch of it.
word(haiku)The words - a dry chaffword(haiku) by wikirat
So often – nothing, empty,
And silence - all law.
UntitledGlide through the heavensUntitled by DylanSeto
in hopes to evade
the crimson wings
that holds you down.
When will you shut the pearly gates
and walk away?
When will you cut the crying chains
that paint you grey?
Flight Crossing my fingers,Flight by VioletRogue
Wrinkling my nose.
Knocking on wood,
Curling my toes.
Please, oh please, let this work.
Spreading my arms out,
Closing my eyes.
Repressing the lies.
Am I ready to fly?
sunsetWe’ll meet the smoky gray sunset,sunset by wikirat
Separated from the nights curve,
Noting clocks’ clear clicks-castanets,
Looking at you, just sitting at my elbow.
And with some razor sharpness,
That tightly adherent to the skin mask is down.
Recognizing that there is no time except "now”,
Casting, a long glimpse into the void,
“God, if you exist and you hear, then,
Promise that nothing evil will happen ... “.
And feel silent, confident “yes”.
And fall sleep,
My lips touching your neck...
The Modern SpeakerSo as the speaker here I standThe Modern Speaker by IdioticProduction
As a leg among the many arms and legs that drive humanity forward
Do not look at me as above you
Cause I am an equal cog in the device
Everyday we live in the modern world
And face the modern challenges
As those in the past faced what was their modern challenge
We see those issues drifted away like the hands on a clock
And time drifts forward with every snap shot after snap shot of our lives
So here I stand as the speaker among the many valid voices
Equally effected by time it's sole tendency to progress and continue making new modern days
What impact shall I or you make with your days that end
The time will keep going how will I or you effect it's progress
All will ever be answered, so I do not gobble truth, I create my own and enjoy the nature of the facts I have made
And I push on through the world with my leg pushing, inching ever forward to what my be enlightenment or death
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,Among the Bones by Oilux
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
Pinkthe boys gestured and jeeredPink by Oilux
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war
Typical DayStaring at the window or at the wallTypical Day by Melanie-J-Howle
Not knowing what I’m becoming, just waiting to fall
Silence for hours talking in my mind
The fear of the answers I might just find
Laying here still not moving a bit
Seeing myself screaming, trashing not flinching a bit
My soul has wavered not sure if I am me
But rage and anger all I see inside of me
Destruction of all I have including me
I even question the reason why I should be
Crazy, screaming wanting to die so bad
But the fear of death now that I never have had
Makes me protect what I have to live for and what is left
Even though I just want to give in to that’s all I have left
Take me now and make me die
Otherwise leave me now because death is a lie
Living for others just exist to provide
What’s the reason I have come to this, I lost my pride
So see me here wasting my life
As many before I want no more strife
But I can’t go on thinking this way
I am tired to much to live this way every day
I like to think that I might
I am not youWhen you look at me, what do you see?I am not you by Melanie-J-Howle
My long dark hair or my deep brown eyes
Can you really tell it's me?
Between the bleach and their lies,
Am I real or what you want me to be
How do you know what you really see is me?
Never knowing just clicking on a fav or a like
The war I go through just to see your spike,
The spike that gets me noticed to you and beyond
The artists that love me and so on so on
I'm fond of pleasing this will not last
See I have this time but not forgetting the past.
You weren't there when i needed you, you have no clue,
If I am meant to me or mirroring you
But I don't care for the people that let me slide
Just sitting on the fence, that I cannot abide
You give to me now, then on to the next
You have no life a bad wound left to be bled
I hate the one who says I'm not me
Because if you were me then you would truly see
I am not you and never would want to try
The thought of being you would make me cry
But one thing I know and this much is true
See in this life I am
There's A Good Reason These Doctors Are NumberedThere's A Good Reason These Doctors Are Numbered by Ghostpaint1
Please, leave all long coats, scarves and fezzes for conventions.
From this moment you will be so impeccably dressed.
I’m “wrecking” this show already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this fandom for all of the casual fans…
Please, leave all long coats, scarves and fezzes for conventions.
From this moment you will be so impeccably dressed.
I’m “wrecking” this show already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this fandom for all of the casual fans…
When you’re in sandshoes with slimming chocolate brown pinstripes,
Whoa, you’re thinking of a different man.
I’m the new Doctor, never been better, you can’t stand me.
Cause you’ve said so since ‘Deep Breath’,
Your own mantra: “Why did he get old and grumpy?”
Haven’t you heard that I’m the new Doctor?
Never been better, and you can’t stand me.
Next is a trip to the comments to complain,
About how you just can’t
Watching Angels Watching AngelsWatching Angels by taichitwo
Close your eyes and drift to sleep,
Allow the mind to wander ,
Open channels , relax your thoughts ,
Help the soul to ponder .
As angels comfort through bthe night ,
Healing troubles deep inside ,
Watching close with brilliant light ,
Make our dreams so potent .
Clouds float past the starlit sky ,
Sounds are crystal clear ,
Daylight shouts a loving cry ,
Alive , awake , and open .
Written by Doodles 15 / 01 /2015 
We are what we... fight to beSorry love. Yes I am drunk.We are what we... fight to be by Paul-1485
But still, it does loosen my tongue and mind,
and infact I do indeed find, that you are very pretty,
and my mind can get gritty, but I carry on, and sometimes I am one.
Then I see a pic of you, and all melts calm into dew,
and I seem to flow above, souring like a buzzard,
no rhyme, no meaning, nothing to grip....
I just think of you. In your realism, in your whole.
I fear and draw back, but think and then charge full steam
like a well armoured army, into the midst of battle.
Blinded by drink, and thoughts...
I offer you my heart, I dream you my mind,
and I see you in my fantasies...
Nothing to withdraw by, nothing to fear,
nothing to be afraid of...
And a whole host of sexual urges
And such amazing hypnotic deep beauty!
WeWe will roam whole wide world,We by wikirat
To find an easy answer.
After millions of years of adventurous travel,
All of us,
People, demigods, prophets, magicians,
Witches, knights, unicorns and elves,
Shall meet at the end of the road,
So that we’ll recognize each other once again,
On the brink of our ancient and beautiful dream.
Someone will be with a sword, and somebody might be with a guitar.
Once again our faces will lighten,
As undying dragon would look keenly at us.
Light of eternal fire is still bright.
We will bury under seven seals
Inappropriate "is this love"?
For amusement of winter trolls,
You are in me.
And painful pain and sadness and sorrow...
Lost in LifeLost through spaceLost in Life by Legendary41
Where have the sweet songs in our hearts gone too?
Childhood memories have gone by
lost in the years
we spewed out of our minds.
It's all over now.
Lost in the song of time
Childhood imagination that made us stay up after twilight.
The emptiness in the world has come to be
for those who dream in their worlds at night.
Will they ever see daylight?
Lost at infinite sea
All the little things that made us laugh as we grew.
How did we grew up thinking we are invincible
attached to the drunken suds
that has made us into soulless beings all over town.
Lost in the echoes of minds
Our families we knew long ago that have past on.
Replaced their empty space before they moved on
with those we thought
were our companians for life how wrong we thought.
Breaking Like LightShhh...Breaking Like Light by Paul-1485
Nothing is real my friend,
Everything is fake,
And nothing is real!
Clasp your hands like a rose bud,
And raise them to the soaring sun,
Whisper your mind to the mighty one,
And pray we come through this unscathed!
(12th May 2008)
Ashes of RemembranceIt amazes me.Ashes of Remembrance by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Someone that could barely fit in my arms,
I can now hold in my hands.
It's an awful feeling.
A realization I could've gone years without;
A realization that this has happened.
I know it's been over a year now,
Don't remind me.
But it still hasn't sunk in.
I gaze upon the urn,
Taking in all the attention to detail;
The etches in the brass filled with gold.
The swirling designs,
The black coat behind it,
Making the gold pop.
It's so simplistic,
Yet the design couldn't be more complex.
Heh . . . just like you.
I can't tell you how many times I gaze in the back room,
Hoping . . .
Praying to see a movement.
Something in my heart desperately clings to a diminishing hope,
A hope that you are still here.
I know it's useless.
My dearest Mother . . .
I don't understand it.
Any of it.
Will I ever?
It's all a matter of time.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
To remember the woman who was so full of life . . .
Now fills an urn with her ashes.
Canvas kissingI was fast and youngCanvas kissing by Redwritingwarrior
I was hard and strong
I was brave as a lion
‘Fore you came along
Taken off guard
Swept off my feet
Caught that glare
My heart skipped a beat
Broken fist and canvas kissed
Those eyes like knives, that one steel fist
Hit my jaw turned from rock to glass
To think someone as cute as you could kick my ass
Forensic Anxiety FADE IN:Forensic Anxiety by DylanSeto
INT. SCHOOL (CLASSROOM) - DAY
The class is packed with 30 or so STUDENTS; JONATHAN (late
teens, thin) sits with his head on his desk.
The TEACHER (40s, sophisticated) is rambling about something
but you can't hear him over the chatter of students. He
doesn't seem to have any reaction to the chaos.
Students are throwing paper balls and air planes around the
classroom, even some hitting the teacher but he remains,
as i amThere are three people in the world who have changed me.as i am by Sasukesadork
Changed. Not shaped.
Not the ever present fingers on a potters wheel
moving me malleable into a vase, but changed. Suddenly.
Hands to break the smoothness. Splashes of color. Suddenly tipped over, spilling water.
I met the first in fourth grade
I suspect because my last name was J and hers was K,
a trick of fate and psychology.
Her mother, an artist, the one
who lost her keys in her bra after school and we spent
20 minutes looking for them around the van, who
cooked meth- if I remember the story right- with an old boyfriend,
who kept a single cigar in the console of her old car,
whose first gallery downtown shared a building with apartments
and she politely declined pills from the woman upstairs,
who seemed to think most men were scum (“Your mom got lucky,
she found a good one.”),
single, stout woman who invited me and a sledge hammer
and a couple of friends
to tear down her collapsing garage--
she became one of my mo
-Summer Memories- (2009)Sunburned and carefree-Summer Memories- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Sprinkled with freckles
Carefully I touch the happiest memories I can hold
She was the shade beneath the bright green trees
Disguised as a pale sunbeam
Ice blue eyes sparkling like winter
Even on the hottest days, she was cool
For being so young
For being so small
But then she’d call my name innocently
And take my dirty hand in hers
Then everything was alright
Green grass, blue sky, murky lake
Carving our way down a narrow footpath
With the prairie grass towering over our heads
Trying to make us lose our way
She said I was like an angel
But I wasn’t ready
To become a savior
Daughter of wolves and a relative to the fairies
She’d bite and scratch, while quickly casting a spell
To ease my pain and troubled mind
I never completely understood the pale scars silent message
Why she touched my life so completely, I don’t know
Behind closed doors
Separate from the other children
I couldn’t refuse her, she
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.They'll just see the ashes by brownhairedmaiden
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
CagesI can taste freedom on your lipsCages by brownhairedmaiden
but it's too bad I see the cages in your eyes.
Slow DownIt's okay because we're all just a bunch of shooting stars trying to find a safe place to land before we burn out.Slow Down by brownhairedmaiden
We're falling either way.
You Captured My BreathI watched my breath tumble from my lips,You Captured My Breath by SilverWynd
drops of life escaping out of me,
quivering in the air, it is the moment
I know that I have no control,
a soul that will not be contained.
And I saw you there, standing
upon the other side of the
invisible veil of my essence,
I watched as your fingers
touched the air, feeling the last traces
I felt your fingers brush against
something deep within me,
like an unraveled thread you found
the loosened end, gradually with
artful confidence you draw me in.
While you wind the tendrils
of my soul around your fingers
there remains nothing I can do,
with staggering breath I find myself
gravitating to you.
You held my breath within the
palm of your hand, that small
ethereal ball of my life force,
without hesitation you swallowed it.
A part of me remains devoured
within you, leaving me fused
to your fate, but in this you have
irreversibly interwoven your life
The Weight of YouI want to feel your weightThe Weight of You by SilverWynd
press against me
until my ribs begin to crack.
I need assurance
of the reality of your
Fearfully I wait for you
to dissolve through my
fingertips like a lifting fog.
So I crave to be crushed
beneath you until the very
air escapes my lungs
and I struggle to draw breath.
I will know then that
you are living flesh
and not some phantom dream
but something which I can
sink my teeth into,
grasp within my hands
without fear of finding
nothing but empty space.
Love On A Moonlit NightThe moon hung low over us,Love On A Moonlit Night by SilverWynd
a finger of light,
slender sickle shape slicing
through the night,
a remembrance of death,
the reapers sign.
Naked beneath her winking eye,
the cold kiss of death,
the chill winter winds
only elates me to take
the greater joy for life
and the feel of your beating heart
close to my skin.
Desperately I want nothing
more than to cling myself to you,
we will rejoice within each other
recklessly, laughingly, and defy
our fates to the stars as our fingers
weave together we shall weave
our lives into one.
The moons scythe-like hook
is transformed into Mother Crone's grin,
watching her children play
she is not yet so far removed from love,
she harbors not regret nor resentment,
but offers her blessing silently.
Yet we remain aware only
of one another, for with every
breath remaining to me,
I want to spend with you.
postcards from RomaniaShe sends me a postcard from Romania-postcards from Romania by MidnightMelodie
a place I know nothing about.
The world is so big,
that I can't possibly know everything.
I read it while falling asleep
and dream of his hands.
The delicate lines,
the freckle between his thumb and index finger.
I dream of his hands because it is safer than dreaming of his smile,
or his eyes,
or his lips-
then I risk getting attached.
I will dream of his arms-
no that is too dangerous.
Just his shoulders then.
But perhaps even that is a bit too risky.
I will dream of the air that brushes his cheek
and hope that she loves him
with every cell in her body.
StrangerThe ebb of eveningStranger by jade-pandora
wrapped in its midnight
was a friend,
even in my crib,
but a night light
near the floor, cast forth
across to the door,
cracked open, hiding
the stranger I never saw,
but heard its
for it's the little ones
who cannot name it,
but their minds fit
between the ribs
where I sat, crouched
looking out, watching
and waiting . . . knowing.
The St. Christopher ChallengeI met a young Catholic at the glowing of the red lightThe St. Christopher Challenge by Seaxwulf
the sound of his Rosary call turned my apostate guts
so I drowned it out with my proud Shaman’s drum
then he revved his engine – and so I gunned mine
he had a soccer mom’s old compact car
I drove the truck of a carpenter’s son
his god was driven full of nails
but my god made his business with a hammer
the light turned green and off we went
neck to neck – I showed the driver back his sin
up and up our speedometers climbed
until I lost him at the border bend
and I shook the dust off from my wheels
-On My Knees- (2010)You can’t see it but its happening right now-On My Knees- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
My dreams are burning vibrantly in scarlet
My heart races in anticipation, oh please, just tell me what to do
As I caress your innocent face, I wonder why you don’t boil over
I’m worn out I can’t stand these sensations anymore
In my mind I’m begging you to take control
Until the pleading splits my skull
Your thoughts crystal over like frost on my windows
You’re frozen just below the surface where I can’t reach
Why can’t I melt that sky-blue ice that surrounds your heart?
Aren’t I warm enough?
I’m burning in the fames of my own passion
On my knees in the orange embers
While you look down on me from your crystal throne
It’s at if you don’t feel any fire in your soul
Scalding tears fall and blister my bloody hands
Why am I the only one that feels this way?
My heart is a furnace overflowing with blue flames
While you sit on the roof like an icicle waiting to fall
Without You I Am a MonsterI walked the path of broken glassWithout You I Am a Monster by SilverWynd
watching your reflection splintered
within the blood, a sacrifice never asked,
but I gave it as a catharsis for my own
pain which shrieked like the furies
within my festering soul.
In my heart there is a Kraken
tossing in a restless slumber,
awaiting to burst out, and send
tendrils of darkness beneath
Only your wild ocean eyes which
remind it of home and the way
your fingers like waves danced across
the harp strings to play a siren's song
lulled it into soothing slumber.
But you have been lost somewhere
in the ether, and I would drag my monsters
into the caves of the underworld to offer up
this blood to gods and the dead if it would
call you back to me.
While you remain in purgatory
Cerberus knocks upon my skull
gnawing on my brain, my smile becomes
a soundless scream and soon I will see
the world through Medusa eyes,
all cold stone and frozen time.
Slaying Dragonsi’m slaying dragons in the cavity of my chestSlaying Dragons by AvisWing
and each of them wears your face
but like a hydra you grow two heads
for each one i sever
and i can't go on like this forever
tea.hot steam fadestea. by brokengod--veins
from the cup
dense with the seasons
inhaled by the morning
as the city wakes
itself to a brightness
of milk and honey
I smile and bring the
sun's fragrant warmth
to my lips
*Cedarwood Memories*Flames leap, blazing dance*Cedarwood Memories* by Delice1941
Pungent spitting cedarwood
Perfumed heat in air.
Therapeutic, mind adrift
Troodos mountain call.
Thought inspired from long ago
BloodshotI’ve cared too much and felt a lotBloodshot by RBMetalGuitar
But still I took another shot
I know for sure betrayal’s to come
And yet I let you beat me numb
I tell you nasty little rat
I’ll make you boil in your own fat
And put a knife inside your chest
Release the hate that you possessed
I’ll hunt you down and make you bleed
To make you pay for all that greed
And when I’m done and painted red
I’ll put you under now you’re dead
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenLive Life, Be Brave by Rifle1980
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
PerfectionTake out the little eraser,Perfection by puddlethecat
And put it lightly to your skin.
There will be no more jagged edges
And it goes over scars nicely.
Removing the fat that doesn't exist
On your already lovely stomach.
Now, swallow tape that will mix into
your insides and the jig jaw will come together.
We can hope some of the tape will land on your shattered heart.
It can't drum out its beat happily without a stapler to the brain.
There is always something needed to hold it all together and cover the holes.
There , now full of the perfection you wanted.
For Shy Girls~ I heard stories about beautiful girls,For Shy Girls~ by VioletRogue
Who made their presence known.
They're loud and proud, they speak their minds.
But what about others, the quiet and shy?
Their mute is mistaken for rudeness and hatred.
They evade curious eyes.
They're seen but not heard, they speak not a word.
All their thoughts are hidden inside.
A Terminated Omnipotence.I Am BadA Terminated Omnipotence. by Nestharon
I Am Good
I Am Perfect
I am not bad
I am not good
I am not perfect
I am GOD,
So who am I?
I am just like YOU
And You are just like ME,
We are both the SAME
Can't you see
Everything we do
Everything we create
Is not Individual
It is Unity.
WHY are we here?
WHAT do we have to create?
WHAT is unity?
He, She, They, Us, You and Me.
WHEN do we have to create unity?
WHY you and me?
Because we can
Because we want to
Because this is who we are.
WHO are we?
We are Children.
-Fragmented Dreams- (2009)Luscious swirls of undersea fog-Fragmented Dreams- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Crawling and twirling into the light
Rising steadily to heaven’s abyss
I thought it was smoke
But it turned out to be an enormous gray eye
Blinking in slow-motion, taking in the entire world
All the darkness and all the light
It saw through everyone’s thick skin
From the farthest shadows of night
Divine fingers of light stretched across my ceiling
Searching for some unattainable star
It ripped apart the darkness in my soul
I swallowed that star along time ago
It’s at the core of my heart,
Along with many other fragmented dreams
A PrayerI had it… I really did, lying in bed this morningA Prayer by jimfleming
The words rolling around in my head… poetry and explanations
Answers to everything in every second
A turning kaleidoscope of colored glass found in every molecule
The universe in a thumbnail
I need to stop and accept… to allow
Every flash of sun on every ripple on every lake
Every drop of dew on every blade of grass in every meadow
Every blink and sigh and thought and step and stumble
Every breeze across every leaf in every forest
Every planet in every galaxy in every universe
Not to put too fine a point on it, is a miracle
A miracle is a single cell and a long day and a smile
A get up, get out and get on with it
So simple and basic and elemental as a laugh
I am close, I can feel it, it is right around the corner
That cheese at the end of the maze…
That carrot. That brass ring. That clarity.
I love the irony of my life in all its bitter-sweet textures
Thank you seems inadequate, but it is all I have
Best by Expiration DateThe smiles and laughs can be fakeBest by Expiration Date by CreamyDreaming
Fake and thin as cellophane
The body, well-groomed, well-fed, well-rounded
Can be plastic as the container it's kept in
Chilled, store between 40 and 60 degrees
Occasionally check to make sure it still smiles and laughs at the right times
The right moments
Take it out now and then, let it thaw, let it speak (or try to)
Make sure it only says happy words
Then inject it with red dye 40, valium, ibuprofen, calcium, tobacco, magnesium, alcohol-- all the essential vitamins to keep it happy
Shrink wrap it and put it back in it's safe little container
Watch it sleep in a bed of candy wrappers
And empty pill bottles
And chewed cigarette butts
And sweaty half-thoughts
A smile on it's clammy face
Little red drops beading from the numbed bulletholes--the needleholes
You know it's fake, the blood must be fake
But the bleeding must be real.
Indestructible Memories.We gather aroundIndestructible Memories. by Nestharon
We join hands
We stand strong
As an indestructible wall,
We are who we are
And who are we?
Those who shall not move
Those who bring freedom
Peace and Joy
We are those
Who's names shall never be known
Yet our lives we shall give
For a noble cause
That future generations will keep,
We are not warriors
We are not slaves
We are not puppets
We do not have strings,
We forsaken our past
Buried our future
And live for the MOMENT.
We gather around
Not in numbers
But in souls,
The more you kill
The more we will be,
When one of us die
Angels shall cry
When one of you laugh
The devil will laugh
In his kingdom
It is you whom he shall wait.
We are not religious
We do not have a nation
Nor a civilization,
We only have
What was left
Images of corpses
Mothers and sons
Fathers and daughters
Parents and children
The result of your imagination
Materialized in mass destruction
Who are we?
We are...Lost Memories.
DivinityLight up the nightDivinity by Agent36496
Forget the lamps
And gaze up
To a natural site
A spark of light
Always breaks the darkness
And above us is more than we know
But there is one to stand out
The one thing above
To make me stop and stare
Which I never want covered
Yet it remains so rare
Great sphere shining down
Tempting as the first apple
A beauty to behold
Despite being old
The stone is always there
But only slowly emerges
And I look to it
As if to one to love
Letter to Santa.Angels whisperingLetter to Santa. by Nestharon
Holidays are knocking
New Year is watching
Santa is waiting
For everyone to change
From hate to love
From ignorance to care
From receiving to giving.
What does Christmas mean?
Not the birth of a child
Not compensating gifts
Rather sharing Love
Care and Joy
Do you need more?
What does New Years Eve mean?
Not the party
Not the drinking
And forgetting the past-
Never think of it
Who is Santa?
Not a person
Not an entity
Rather a help
To materialize our dreams.
Now you know our message
Are you willing to write the letter
To Dear Old Santa?
Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, sayAnn-Claire by Diluculi
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
MelodyTwinkle Twinkle little star, you don’t know where you are, hush my dear you mustn't cry, while I am right by your side.Melody by TheAssholeProphet
(changes to slower, higher pitch/tone)
You'll be all right, you're safe here, no more darkness, no more fear.
With my arms warm embrace you can now longer face, the space that made you cave and cry, hush now, you're by my side. (level)
By my side... (pitch raises.)
Tiny little hands, so small, yet so grand, inside you I feel a spark, a life, a love, a tiny heart, beating so erratically, all for love, all for me, hush now. (higher on the last two words)
Your here now. (same pitch)
Your by my side. (lower pitched)
Fire Mind Am I crazy? Will I die unloved?Fire Mind by Regal-Pinion
Must I be remembered for all the harm I caused?
Do I need someone to call out my name?
Will I cause this world to burn down in flames?
Sand melted into glass sticks
Fragile flames from the fantastic
Thoughts we hide leaves us spastic
Metal's melting with our plastic
Flicker flicker sparks and liquor
Fire fights leaves us sicker
See the blaze rising quicker
Than smolder homes made of wicker
Burn! Burn! Toward the floor
Leave me, Past, forever more
Let me hide in my scores
Of thoughts and soot inside my core
Rusting iron slowly burning
(Look it up it's worth learning)
This metaphor was meant for yearning
But I lit that idea since it was boring
Don't tell me I should minimize
I'll let your point oxidize
Only so you will realize
My soul's con
Song of compassionbetter peopleSong of compassion by Mag889
no matter where we're going
your eyes play always the same song
the song of comparison
is as deceiving as
the song of compassion
Horrible TimesAren't these still horrible timesHorrible Times by Mag889
when how and where and as who you were born
defines all your roles
and expectations of norms of your lifestyle
your body is your life
and yet others claim the right to
tell you what to do, according to your sex and body type
even before you are able to speak the very first word
so eagerly compiled in your developing brain powers
and even if you're not told
you're still in this or that life scheme
it's so close, that you breath with it, you cannot see it
until you somehow stick out
This is a group for all your poetry! I am the Founder and just wanted to say hello
I will be looking after all your work with the help from a few good friends and fellow co founders .
If you need help with anything just let me know a special thanks to for all that she have done ,wil do and shall continue to do for she made me the groups new founder which I thank from the bottom of my heart, also as new founder things here won't really change since its been working fine the only thing different will be more contest really. Now to introduce our fine working co founders
and will be happy to help you .
We are hoping to make this a super group in a short while so any donation would be appreciated very much ! To donate please go to my home page and donate there along with a note to me that i can store in the admin area.
We hope to open many gallery's for you to place your work very soon ,at the moment we have 5 new gallery's you can submit your work. These are listed below .
Hope you will enjoy us as much as we will enjoy you and for your co operation while we get things back up and running .
No one is to bully another member !If you have a problem come to me and I will help to resolve it.
Anyone found to send in stolen art will be removed from the group instantly .
This is a all age's group so limit your swearing on the group wall.
No nasty comments or insults to be left on another's work !If you don't like it move on to the next .
Make sure you submit to the correct folder ,we do not want to decline your art over a simple mistake.
only 5 deviants per day
Well that's about it for now so have fun and get writing
Awsome groups who help us:
thanks for the help!
The Graveyard WayThe Graveyard Way by jaydoncabe
The Grave Yard Way.
When the sun goes down,
And most people have settled in.
The nocturnal race appears.
On to the work front,
To work the dreaded grave yard shift
Their breakfast is our dinner,
Their dinner is their breakfast,
Our moon is their sun
Our sun is their moon
Their day is our night ,
Our night is their day.
How strange it must be
To work this grave yard way.
I wonder if they ever get tired,
In the early ours of the morning?
Or if they stay awake during our day.
I know if it was me
That had to work such an hour,
My face would be frowning
My attitude sour
My eyes would be black,
My limbs would be sore,
My body would be saying,
Do this no more!
So thank God for those people,
Who choose to work in the night,
And sleep in the day.
And may they be blessed,
With plenty of Pay.
Davids PlaceDavids Place by jaydoncabe
Another life, a peaceful place.
The eternal gathering of the human race.
That's where Dave's gone, that's where he'll be.
Waiting there, for us to see.
Life doesn't end when we close our eyes.
Nor does it end with our good-byes.
He'll be watching and caring, every minute of the day.
Looking after us, in the same David way.
If you want to talk with him,
He'll hear what you need to express.
In his spirit and your heart,
In his place of eternal rest.
Rest in Peace David.
During my absenceJuly 29, 2010During my absence by Loftydreams101
I float face down in the pool of my decadence
Silk sheets, serene summer days
Not a care in the world
Isolated from cruel reality
The suffering, the torment and pain of this world
Read about in newspapers but still unknown
No compassion or empathy
A dream i wish not to awake from
Slowly killing me, atrophy of true connection
Bonds forged in steel, cracked and rusted by the elements
My head into the heavens
All those below truly envious
Not knowing whats deep inside
Lazy, lack of motivation
Learn the tools of the trade
Abandon your dreams, leave them stranded
Lacking in purpose
I desire to be placed firmly on the ground
Still maintaining this new found peace and bliss
Seek out the beauty in this world
Educate young minds of the great struggle
Pass down generation after generation
As soon as i step back into reality
July 30, 2010
Spreading the mantra into the hearts of millions
Rain or sunshine
Sunrise or sunset
The masses gather and cheer
Shoulder to shoulder, brother and