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.The last shine of light.I'm sinking. Nightmares drive me down. Reality is pushing me jealously..The last shine of light. by BlackRoseMew
I'm searching with an unexpressive face and soul, a light, The Light. Despared, I'm wandering into a dark path with rose bushes on the right and left. The place, disturbing.
But then..I saw it! My light, the shine, the one which kept me alive, in this cold soulless world.
It's although small and weak. It flickers more and more each passing moment as if it's making fun of me.
It gave me fake hopes, and now as I am looking at it clearly, it leaves me, fades away..
I'm trying to reach it, but invisible shadows hold me back. I stretched my hand to grab the bush of roses, but by the first attempt four thorns pierced my fingers.
Courage is needed.. With tears on my eyes and blood on my hands, I let myself go. I'm loosing myself in it.
Black butterflies are flying in my stomach, something inside me wants to scream, but the voice can't get out.
As I was getting lost in the dark, deeper and deeper with only the light in
The Ultimate PassageHeaven isn’t a place. It’s a state of being.The Ultimate Passage by prettyflour
I’ve often thought that my soul was liberated when my body finally gave out- that the final beat of my heart wasn’t actually a beat at all. It was a release- a massive deluge that was neither hurried nor slow. My skin suddenly seemed like a cage where flesh and bone were lock and key- my pulse a fickle drum.
I no longer had eyes and yet I could see…everything. The raging fires of the sun, the inky depths of any ocean- the earth became a tiny spinning rock amongst legions of stars and sky. The entire universe was laid at my feet like a pool of water- crystal clear and rippling. It should have been overwhelming, it should have been too much for me to bear but it wasn’t. There was only a sense of peace, of rightness, surging and swelling within me.
Heaven is an atmosphere of felicity, an eternal glory that's completely transparent in its joy.
For a moment I thoug
Driving Alone in My CarDriving alone in my car,Driving Alone in My Car by AgentAndro
I have felt punk,
and I’ve felt boss.
I’ve felt wronged,
and I’ve felt lost,
at the same time.
That drawing you drew,
It doesn’t look like me.
It says a lot about you,
and what you want me to be.
its waist is far too thin.
We’ve ruined and are ruining generations,
by making laws to say what looks good.
When some don’t fit that description,
Do you let them feel how they should?
We have mirrors everywhere we go.
We check our faces and our hair.
We walk down the street; we put on a show,
to display our style and flair.
A glorious mind,
with wondrous thoughts,
will do more for you,
than the finest set of breasts.
Philosophy is dying,
for few love wisdom any more.
Meaning is going.
Just a photograph
of a shadow that
can tell you a little of form but nothing of color,
is all that will soon remain.
And this pain we suffer,
We suffocate under beautiful covers,
Because we want everything to shine.
We love the gleam.
5 Page Rap Poem ThingI got these lines going through my head,5 Page Rap Poem Thing by AgentAndro
I'm choking on these words,
Not joking like you've heard,
The cost for these lines was me not going to bed.
It's two in the morning
and staring at the ceiling's boring.
If I don't write them I forget them,
and the way they go,
And I know,
that that'll ruin the flow.
I don't choose the time they come,
It's almost like it chooses me.
Just a few moments ago,
I finished writing this poem,
And if I had a friend here I'd show him,
Because I think it's great,
But they usually hate,
what I love and vica-versa
But that's okay,
Because we're not fighting
we're just writing
our own verses.
It's not about better or worse,
It's not me versus them,
Or smart versus dim.
We're all just writing what we're feeling
while we're drinking
and coming together.
No chains or tethers,
No governments or punishments
will rule my thoughts
I won't be caught
in that trap:
being a man full of old cliches,
My thinking is clear,
I'm coming ou
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