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DemeanorThe frame of mind
we have inside
can change the way
we see today.
A gloomy cloud
can cause a frown;
the sun above
fills us with love.
The outside world
changes us within,
but it should be
Our self inside
can change the world as we know;
we just have to let it out,
and let it roam.
Today was a good dayI slip,
into the vacancy of the cosmos,
where the sun,
a burning cyclops eye,
I soar, and,
when I return,
I speak of my journey
around the stars, behind the moon,
to a place where Pluto
is no bigger than my thumb,
and a star can be crafted
into a beautiful diamond ring.
DoubterScattered, fragile dreams,
destroyed, on the ground
no more. Alas,
reason shot them dead-
a spray of skeptic bullets
coming from our mouth, our mind,
our friends, our enemies.
"Nothing is impossible
but everything is distant."
REALity IS reLetIvE"Eat healthy," mom always told me. "Eat healthy, because I don't want you to have a heart attack in your teen years." And I always listen to her, even after my teen years, and eat healthy by barely eating at all, and having a cup of herbal tea once in a while like she says. Because mom's always been here with me, walking where I walk, sitting where I sit, following me with her advice always handy, and I don't want to disappoint her while she's here.
But at the same time, I know she isn't-is she? I saw her dead all those years ago, I saw her lowered in the ground, her calm face looking up from the shiny black coffin, which lay on the green tarp they use at funerals, and I put a blue rose on her grave, which cut my finger, and I knew she would never be there to bandage me and kiss my cuts and scrapes.
Or did I? Because after the funeral, she joined the others who walk with me, one of the many who speak to me, and told me to make sure that cut didn't get infected, to put some Neosp
Ashes to AshesI stood in the middle of my soft forest clearing, soaking in the pleasant night as I waited for my guest to arrive. Ignis isn't going to be late, is he? I wondered, running my fingers through the creases of my brown dress, and looking up at the moon-less sky. No, he's never late; he always comes when least expected, though, according to Tempus-
"Terra." The sound of his smooth, light voice made me turn my head, and there he was, standing at the leafy entrance of the clearing. He wore a silky black tuxedo and shined black shoes, along with a red tie to match his orange hair. A perfect smile was stretched on his face, and for a few seconds we simply stared at each other, he with his green eyes, and me with my dark brown ones.
"I'm here," he said finally, walking into the clearing and towards me, stopping about a yard away from the place I stood. I resisted the urge to smile in delight; he was comp
RFS- Part 3She snapped her fingers, and the chain immediately released the grip on the Streamer's windpipe, returning to normal size around his neck, and he collapsed on the ground on all fours, gasping for breath; he was mostly breathing up sand, she noticed, which caused him to break into a coughing fit after a moment.
His breathing slowly quieted as air refilled his lungs, and soon the sound of his breath mixed with the light breeze that had picked up. She turned away from him, thinking of the right way to answer his question.
"You know I was asleep, brat; don't try to deny it," he snarled quietly, causing her to wince a bit. Even when they'd met four years prior, he'd liked to call her "brat". "You still have that stupid sensor in your glasses, don't you?" he snapped, starting to stand up.
Soon he was at full height, towering about a foot above her, and she looked up into his eyes, calmly meeting his glare. "Yes," she said, straightening the glasses, which sat on the bridge of her nose
it's raining, it's pouring...full title:
it's raining, it's pouring;
this rhyme scheme is boring;
i went outside to clear my mind
but i can't leave my scars behind...
pitter, patter; pitter, patter.
raindrops splash and raindrops splatter.
the sound of water calls to me;
throw open the door and now i’m free.
my skin is drenched, soaked to the bone;
and now i’m feeling so alone.
my heart sinks, and now i fear
the rain on my face has mixed with tears.
splish, splat; splish, splat,
suddenly i’m falling flat
onto the ground, onto my knees
begging someone - anyone - please
won’t you take the pain away?
i’ll deal with it another day.
right now i’m lost, i once was found
please help me to find solid ground.
pitter, patter; pitter, patter,
raindrops splash and raindrops splatter.
i wipe the tears from my eyes;
again don the mask, go back inside.
Take A PenWake up son
The time has come
They want to remove
Our free will.
With large tanks
And atom hearts
To spread fear.
Fully loaded guns
Millions of armories
Enough to start
A third world war.
We will not be
Slaves of the queen
The human race
Has to be free.
You must fight
For your rights
In these days
Fight to survive.
We will win
We will defeat
TraitorYou are a traitor,
Vile and a hater,
Who had my trust
Now crushed to dust!
What is your motive,
What did I not give,
To secure our bond?
Was I the one conned?
Well I really think
That YOU broke our link.
In the end YOU lied,
Cast our ties aside!
I offered up my all,
Was behind your every fall,
You mostly did the same,
But it was just a sick game!
You are the traitor,
The vile hater.
I’m no longer serving,
Ditch someone deserving!
50 DaysOn the first day she was blinded by the light
On the second day she put up a fight
On the third day she learned how to love
On the fourth day a hand she took hold of
On the fifth day she did nothing at all
On the sixth day she learned how to crawl
On the seventh day to school she went
On the eighth day she fell to the cement
On the ninth day her baby clothes she outgrew
On the tenth day let go of your hand too
On the eleventh day she got sick
On the twelfth day she learned a card trick
On the thirteenth day she looked more like her mother
On the fourteenth day she made friends with others
On the fifteenth day you got her a phone
On the sixteenth day you left her home alone
On the seventh day she graduated school
On the eighteenth day she learned the world was cruel
On the nineteenth she felt so alone
On the twentieth day she just wanted to go home
On the twenty-first day she began to cry
On the twenty-second day he wanted to die
On the twenty-third day she pulled through
On the twenty-
AddictIs that a challenge?
No really, I want to know,
I'm addicted to struggle and harsh words fill my syringe,
I dope up and then I'm ready to go,
Lost in a daze of hallucinations that won't stay, so I binge,
Praying this insanity never lets me go.
Is that a challenge?
I could quit any time I want,
but quitters never win and I'm winning everything,
Though I may lack the sophistication other junkies flaunt,
I am just as unpredictable as the real thing,
So I dare you, I double dare you to give me a taunt.
Worldly Ways, Worldly WoesWorldly Ways, Worldly Woes
Go forth, my son, into our world.
Know its ways and means
Keep your wit and mind alert
Keep your heart clean
Watch everything and every man
Decide to part or follow
Stay awake and await the chance
You'll know both joy and sorrow
So I went to university
I got my degree and went abroad
I hoped that life abroad would make me free
Indeed it should
But though i am free I feel regret
For the thought of freedom remains unlike between men
Some think that it gives them right
To interfere with others' rights
That primes them for a fight
And in the end
It gives me blues in the night
untainted and pure
white as snow
can they endure
turning to grey
whatever you say
I don't think pure
is the word anymore
tainted and grey
turning to black
this is the price you pay
for the life you live
covered in sin
the dark ground
hiding and waiting
can't hear a sound
my senses have left me
darker than coal
tainted and dirty
evil and bad
before I'm thirty
FitBorn into this Earthly puzzle
Corporately designed display
Where neat and tight connections
Happen every day
They fall in place so easily
Like laser lines well lit
Why am I the only piece
That just can’t seem to fit?
cautatoriicostă atâta forță
să tot pari puternic
nu mai rămâne mult
criticianul și-a înțeles
catastrofa lipsei de talent
el doar distruge
doar cu-minte se ascunde
unii pescuiesc greșelile
de parcă le-ar iubi
© j.w.waldeck 2010
Please do not USE
anything of my work!
No LimitsSet me boundaries if you wish,
but it won't do a thing.
My imagination is always going far,
past almost everything.
Borders, they won't hold me
back from what I think.
I have to many ideas in my head
and I'll have to spill my ink.
I might mess up the first few tries
of saying what I know.
But practice always make prefect,
and I think that's going to show.
I want to go past my borders,
beyond an empty sheet.
I want to cover it with writing
that makes you want to think.
So give me boundaries if you wish,
but of them I will break out.
I have too many ideas to hold back,
and with them I'm going to go all-out.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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