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Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.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.
Unbreathing,
Unspoken,
Overlooking
my realm of
gray.
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
002: Making History12th December, 2009Drakard-14
The classroom was packed with hot, vibrant teenage life. Desks rattled, paper rustled and the low hum of thirty young voices permeated my thoughts, settling over them like a stifling blanket in the middle of a sweltering summer. I reached out and slid my fingers past the curtains beside my seat, parting them just a crack. Through this, a sliver of exquisite grayness cast its pale, cold light upon my yearning face. The clouds were a metal palette; tin, lead, steel and iron. I longed to be out in the vast, aching emptiness. I longed to be wet and shivering in a bleak autumnal drizzle. I longed to be anywhere. Anywhere but here.
Yet here I was, and I would have to bear it. With a silent sigh, I let the curtains fall shut. Far behind me, Jean's strong bass rapped a staccato rhythm across the monotone of a dozen conversations.
"I disagree. No...no, let me finish. This isn't something you can just-..."
He was cut off by a less strident voice, and I could hea
~Too Big to Cry~I'm too big to cry, yet here I have my tearsRosachi
Here I have my faults, and here I have my fears
All laid before me, like one big giant mess
Reminding me how insecure I am, when this is all that's left
I hold onto the hope, that there's a better day
And though it still eludes me, its going to come my way
But till that day I'll sit, drowning in mistakes
I'll hold on even though I know, for me its just too late
I'm broken now I'm bleeding, and no strings can hold me in
I'll smile at you pleading, that you'll forgive my sins
I'm too big to cry, too strong to feel this way
My smiles too bright to fake it, yet I die inside today
Stone, Water.Skin, stone, water, earthKira-Nyan-42
Fire, shock, desire, birth
Fruit, farm, cloth, hope
Leather, caught with spears and rope
Pots, beads, tablets galore,
Gods, fear, sacrifice more!
Feasts, wine, bathhouse tiles,
Shields and swords and road for miles
Symbols, silk, sunburnt slaves,
Cloudless skies, stores of grain
Stone dragged high to structures tall,
An empire built to shadow all
Fleets of ships all made of wood,
Crude defences, homes of mud
Axes, maces, there a club,
They came and took and knew they would
Armies forming, funeral pyres,
Generals train their soldiers fine
Young and old are marching far,
Caesar says that now is time
Rice and hemp is grown in mass,
Zen is spread, paper, glass
Dragons built, fireworks fly,
Colours paint an orient sky
Trade and math and herbal tea
Emperors rule their dynasties
The wall is built, so grand and tall,
Made to halt the battle calls
Slowly people form their bonds
Empires old and fresh grow strong
Feeding, working, plotting, lying,
Some are winning, some
Prejudice.Dear Writer,RandomWriter888
I found your article highly offensive, and highly prejudiced against things as simple and harmless as make-up and hair dye, which have been around as long as the Egyptians. I would ask you to take down this article immediately, but I don't suppose that your hubris would let you. So a few girls enjoy having wild hair. That doesn't mean we're moving towards a hunger games-like world! The very nature of the article speaks of the arrogance of the writer, and I do suppose that your work is 100% the true you, correct? Why do you, in the very same sentence as you tell girls to be happy with their self image, say something as degrading as you did about the way a girl dyes her hair? Why do you assume that you are so much better than Mrs Jane Doe? Arrogant. I do hope you awaken to your ignorance, your arrogance, and the mistakes made in this article sometime soon. You truly should go and read some Edgar Allen Poe, Roald Dahl, some kind of true classical writing. With true class. You
Lovely Times at 3 AMRoll around your bed sheetsw-anderlust
Twisting and turning
Pulling the sheets along
Going back and forth
One on top of the other
Bare skin and flushed faces
Quiet giggles and boyish jokes
Soft fingers trailing delicate skin
Light kisses leaving no bruises
Goosebumps on warm skin
Legs tangled together all night
Smooth skin against silky lips
Together for hours
All night and all morning
Hours passing like seconds
The steady noises of the ceiling fan
Rattling and shaking
Such as shaky breaths in the early hours
Don't go home tonight
This bed is so big and so empty without you
My love, the only one.
Angry SexI've seen enough of this utopian corpusspoems
through a fetish of the eyes’ dull guts;
a ferrule festering into the clear.
What was it that you ruined?
My abandoned lawn, my four rusted cylinders,
my venomous intestines?
I can’t remember.
But you understand, we must all have antagonists
for the flaws in the quartz.
Bright blue whores, the lot of you,
golems sprung from mud and manifestos,
maggots angling for transfiguration.
Despite my violent measurements
I could not disfigure your sickening sunface
writhing in the brume like lips on a lunatic.
Hereinafter this poor soliloquy
I will upturn my palms like a limestone Venus
waiting for the Goths to topple my organs
as I have done
so many times.
I am done.
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