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Life Is ShortI haven't the patience to read long poems anymore,however beautiful they are.The most of my life is behind me,and there isn't much left ahead.My mind's in high gear,and everything flies by in a blur.I grab what I can along the way,saving it for a future that will never come.Like all the books on my shelvesthat wait to be read,turning to dust before my eyes,their pleas unheard.
2015 New Years Renga Tree: 6.30 a.m.winter coldchamomile and lavenderscents the air
Facebook Kerfuffle.I understand.I get my knickers in a twist sometimes too.I posted something in annoyance.You didn't like it.It wasn't addressed to you personally,but you sent me a private message saying I shouldn't post such stuff.That's what hurts.I can forgive.You'll never know thoughbecause you unfriended meover one silly post.
UntitledGratitude Chokaalone in my house,with your undelivered mail,I hear the washing-machineclean the clothes you left;the dust gathers in your roomalong with the silencesand the absent firelets in the winter's chill,but I think of you and smile.
wind chimesone bird on a wire,two birds on another -wind chimes
Dullsome days the rainenvelopes time,stamps the pavementwithout a soundthrough the window passing.I, en-chambered,not waking but sleepingat the post,receivingunwritten messages.
Fish and Frog.A Frogologue.Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond. Fish is swimming around in that pond.Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.Fish: I object.Frog: Why?Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.Fish: My name is Fish.Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am old and wise beyond your imagining.Fish: You have no idea of what I can imagine. Besides, there's a lot I don't even need to imagine, such as pompous frogs on logs.Frog: I rise above you, in
Behind the curtain.maybe it's good to be depressed because:all the tawdry rags you've worn make sense;you don't have to believe in finery anymore;you can see that all your friends are fools;that the biggest fool is you,that you are me.
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forwearing a dress; the fresh print of ahand mark glows on his cheek.Meanwhile, his sister plays in shortsdownstairs.II. Lunchtime and a child, no more thantwelve, hurries home early. Tearssmudge the sleeves of his favouriteshirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.A girl hit him in the face, but boys mustbe strong.III. Accused of sexual harassment, ayoung man apologizes for complimentinga lady at the bar. Somewhere in thecrowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bumwhilst her friends screech like hyenas.She was only mildly flirting with him,after all.IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists herdate pays the bill. The following day,he's accused of earning too much andspending too little.V. A man is pinned against the wall andforced into sex. Even though he turnsaway, he must enjoy it because he'sjust a bloke. Women can't rape men - itdoesn't work like that.VI. Somewhere in this world, a boyholds the door open for his crush, ahusband hunts
The Sleeping Beauty (Original Story/Uncensored)The prince approached the sleeping princess, who lay draped upon a velvet throne under a dais of brocade. He called out to her, but she seemed insensible, as if in a trance. As he contemplated her many charms, he suddenly felt his blood course hotly through his veins. The prince lifted her in his arms and carried her to a bed, whereon he gathered the first fruits of love while she slept on. When he was through, he left the princess, and returned to his own kingdom, where, in the pressing business of his realm, he thought no more of the incident.The princess slept on for nine months, and when the nine months were up she gave birth to two beautiful infants, a boy and a girl. Throughout her pregnancy, the princess, whose name was Talia, had been attended by two fairies who now placed the infants at their sleeping mother's breasts. One of the children, unable to find the mother's nipples, sucked on Talia's finger, loosening the poison splinter that had lodged there when she pricked it on
The Wanderer [Poem]That's all he ever did.From place to place this man strolled,Finding new spots to call home,But leaving when he felt they had become old.He once stumbled onto a beautiful forest,filled with life and colour and all things bright.But he up and left when he realized that there,Hard work was the only way to do things right.He then clambered onto a mountainous peak,Where the stone hills seemed to defy common sense.But as the wind picked up and nature's music played,He left this place to its own harmonic suspense.He happened upon a village of precision,Being all angles, numbers and circles too.He was given clothes, a home and a bed,But left after being told what to do.The wanderer felt sad, and alone.He could never fit in, not anywhere he went.He felt worthless, without meaning,As if his soul had been spent.“Do I even have purpose?”It was on this thought he began to ponder,When realization struck:Maybe his purpose, was simply to wander.
Kisses and Lies"Niall, go.""But Harry
""There is nothing else you can say here. Please go."He looked at him sadly, but Harry honestly couldn't care less. He slowly opened the door, and walked out. The door shut with a soft thud. He cheated on Harry. He couldn't believe it. Niall, his sweet boyfriend, had cheated on him with Louis. Harry hated him for it. But he still loved him. Harry knew he would always love him, because he couldn't hate him. He was a part of Harry. He had sewed himself in to Harry's heart. Now Harry would have to rip him out stitch by stitch. He ran upstairs and found the guitar he had gotten him. He was teaching Harry how to play. Harry grabbed it by the neck and slammed it on the ground.One Stitch Gone.Harry ran to his closet and took the clothes he had left behind. Harry opened the large windows, where a rain-filled gust of wind froze his hands. He didn't care. He dropped the clothes and closed the windows.Another Stitch Gone.He went to his bed, fresh tears streaming
AcheI shiver and ache, your love's like a drugYou wait 'til I'm low and then give me a rushYou touch my skin and sink into my bloodI'd turn and run if only I couldI know it's not healthy I know that it's wrongBut I'm stuck on repeat caught on your twisted songThen you touch me and calm me, my pupils dilateThe next morning I leave you I'm so filled with hateI stay off for weeks, sometimes months at a timeThen you find me and force me to remember what's mineYou sink your teeth in and refuse to let goJust kill me quickly why does it have to be slowI know I'm addicted, I know you're my drugAnd whatever this is, I know it's not loveSo we'll keep it going 'til we're both drainedThen move on to another, move on to the same
Dreams BurnI'm scared of the futureBut I'm scarred by the pastAnd if time is the sutureI'm not healing too fastI have lost my directionAnd I'm losing myselfIn a World of perfectionOf fame and of wealthAs I once was a dreamerLike I once too was youngBut dreams burn like a feverIn the land of the numb
LiveWe have a way of forgetting we only have one lifeWe put off til tomorrow what could be done todayWe give up what we want 'cause we're scared of the fightAnd we spend the whole day worrying againSo today or tonight, look up to the sky and sayThat from this moment on, you're going to make every second countBecause you won't ever get a chance to repeat it againSo let life live you stop trying to figure it outWe've all spent too much time worrying what other people thinkWhat would they think if I did this or thatBut from now on, don't care 'cause this is your life to liveAnd they can't stop you from looking life in the eyes and screaming attackWe hold grudges for years but forget friendships in weeksWe drop love for careers and for some 'yellow brick road'But realize what matters and allow yourself to feel weakI'd rather be broke but surrounded by love than rich but coldStare up to the sky, to whatever, whoever you may worship and sayI'm not wasting this life anymore, it's
Forgetting YouThere once was a time when I cared what you thoughtAnd every day passed by more contrived and more boredCouldn't keep it going, fighting myself in a warNow I'm living life how I want, how I lived it beforeWhen I didn't know you, felt as free as a birdBut from the moment I met you my life only got worseLiving life how you wanted broke me and it hurtSo now you're forgotten and I'm coming firstI lived life through a window always looking through youNow everything you hated I'm going to doBecause life is worth nothing if you're not living it trueNow I'm erasing my past and forgetting you too
Liars CrownsHe can not hold on to HeavenAs his last breaths shallow stillAll those promises of HeavenWere simply lies to tell the illWere they lies to tell the soldiersLying, dying on the groundAnd those lucky to grow olderQuickly take the liars crownsTelling stories of the lightnessAnd the lies about the endPeople cease and seek the brightnessTo lose a promised life again
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