Something slips, I shudder,
Shrinking from the crowd
Drawn by the subtle noise;
Troublesome are the thoughts
In the dead of night
Of bodies lying nearby.
EveningThe capillary rasp of tongues,
I know nothing but chattering
As warm air trades its place with young;
A shiver starts resurfacing
Within the walls of little lungs.
I know nothing but chattering,
Wintery gust I taste your braid;
A shiver starts resurfacing
As degrees fall in centigrade,
The weaving wind is circling.
Wintery gust I taste your braid
Within the walls of little lungs,
As degrees fall in centigrade
The capillary rasp of tongues
Will end all things that I have said.
Bad ConnectionUploading the art, in stops and starts, my patience departs
Like fractured quartz; these megabytes fail, and derail,
And e-mail never arrives. The Internet barely survives,
And gives little when it does, signals caught in the throes
Of unseen static. The hairline havoc and passive panic
Inside, an automatic trigger blown, the seed is grown
In my own anger; but soon the connection cocoon
Will balloon, and new wings this miracle brings.
SubsistenceWhy is it hard to admit you can't?
Can't live here, or you can't go back.
Can't carry the parable's lesson.
Why is it easy to be scant?
Eyes blink open the morning after
The thicket landscape of failures
Is set, yet admission cannot hold
The weight; no truths are a rafter.
Why is it hard to observe and decide?
Can't lay down, or you might lose sight.
Can't sustain like you want to or need.
Why is it so easy to hide?
Pried loose from the soil, small pebbles
Tossed aside; there is no end to
Labor, all is but sown or destroyed.
All green growth is born from troubles.
Genus BetulaLike quarter notes between the solemn face
Recorded there (the birch bark pulled away)
I scratched their names like tendrils carved from lace
The leaves will strut and curl this final day.
The cuffed, loquacious wind has naught to say
Of pink horizons purpling their hues;
The blaze replaced by melancholy blues.
The world already ended (is it known?)
The trees have gone with tempests in the news
Without a sound, eternal flat and brown.
ForensicsIt's maneuvered geometry,
The processes that machines see;
Where years inch by and fluids fall
From invisible anchor, all that mystery.
The thrust out scaffolds and tongues move,
Tidily performing a trove
Of objectives, but none can say
Shadows leave footprints here today, nor can they prove
A careful pandemonium.
The ruby of aluminum
Washed away, but the garments claim
The cluttered pitch of one stain's name will make the sum.
IntolerancePale gray, thinning and thickening,
Your upsurge and subduction sting.
Tectonic plates, your fresh cut
Motion, creases in the rut;
A hollow lava will clash,
Soon to speak to future ash.
Pale gray, thinning and thickening,
Your upsurge and subduction sting.
PhotoshopThe words returned, "not perfect yet",
On my aching eyes it
Highlights, needs less tonal width) "set
the contrast low" the lit
Enough now to meet the edge "no
But I'm not sure...(Undo, undo)
Each pixel can be more
House Of MirrorsA cutting gaze, the self-portrait's stare
Practices mimicry to fool the eyes;
The parts where light plays with air
A sputtering maze of lens and lies.
The foolish guise
Of glass, a lair.
Some are sneaky and stricken with lines
Of deformities, other strangers
Surely surprised; they sway like serpentines
On the run from hidden dangers.
Of see-through signs.
All these eyes, the self portrait's trap,
To see oneself in such ways, a mess
Of oddities within the mind that snap
When revealed; a game of chess
Cruelly skewed, less
Shards through the gap.
Something in the faces, the idealized
Distorted; and someone golden, gleaming,
Their smile leaving something to be surmised.
What is this place? This thing?
I am the changeling,
Twenty-SomethingNo one hand could guide me,
So I searched for several.
Each touch from a new person,
Some hurtful, some gentle.
I am shaped by all I know.
No one standing beside me,
So I looked for shelter.
Than dying out there.
No one thought inside me,
So many at once racing.
I am shaped by all I think.
I am shaped by everything.
I must see the meaning that
No one can, besides me.
Digging deeperOh, my dearest little fluttershy-
caught in every, little lie.
Standing there and playing dumb.
Dear, let the drama just be done.
Shut your mouth and let things die-
no one cares now if you cry.
You've turned your back on pals-
made your reputation run far south.
People now are getting mad-
over all these claims you've had.
Stop the fighting, stop the crap.
Before you wind up getting slapped.
Who will wind up on ED?
Its in your future- that I see.
Keep things up and make it clear-
you belong in rants my dear.
Your digging deeper with your lies.
Probably thinking that your sly.
Well my dear that's just not true.
Keep it up, your reputations through.
Now my dear I must digress.
Please let all this drama rest.
If not then you can't blame me.
When you wind up on ED.
FieldA ruffle in the canola
Clover calm with quiet
Accentuated gusts of voice
That whispered world be silent
Heaven in the stem and crown
Kingdom wide with furrowed ground
That where we worked and could relax
Between the twain pastel expanse
Lethargy caused cuts nor harm
To pass a burst of colour warm
As rosy memories forgave
To leave of me in single day
Bowed and blanketed
A wave a vessel cannot ship
Winds to turn their heads away
So I will not again be with
A hill as shallow as the set
The resting fire glowed through hearts
The rows of flowers that we grew
Seem so absent since our part
Heaven capsuled in each grace
Like gems we sifted from the place
Where not the sand or ash of age
Could let forget the time we played
Calm as children in their sleep
Cannot see my silent weep
As rosy memories have slipped
Between a silent set of lips
Cradled in the curve of night
A sweetness in the air
Hide bitterness as see you go
On the twilight ship you bear
Inflation DayI walked into my room
Pulled out some loose clothing to wear
Then I went into my closet
And pulled out a large tank of air.
I stuck the hose in my bellybutton
I said "This is going to be great!"
I went to the airtank
And turned the knob up to eight.
I felt the air enter my body
I had hoped it would soon
That's when it actually happened
I was inflating like a balloon!
My belly was getting rounder
I poked it once or twice
My whole body was getting enormous
The feeling was very nice.
However, I was quickly losing mobility
I was bigger in width than height
Soon, I was feeling lots of pressure
And my belly feels really tight.
I tried to pull the hose out
Unfortunately, it was stuck
And now I can't move to reach the airtank
Well great, just my luck....
The expanding feeling is just too great
I don't really think I want to stop....
However, I'm starting to feel pretty full
And now I think I'm going to pop!!!!
Freak The Mighty The poemFreak and Max, Max and Freak,
Tall strong kid, small sick geek.
Adventures with Knights,
Horses, stuff that gives you frights.
"The usual," says Max,
Talking about the knightly attacks.
Standing high above the world,
saving fair maidens and young girls.
Kenneth Kane kidnaps his son,
Freak's there to get the job done,
Saving his best friend with a squirt gun.
Filled with soap, vinegar and curry powder,
Killer Kane getting scared with the sirens louder.
Released under his time for good behavior,
By claming quotes by Jesus the Savior.
Freak's Dictionary fulled of knowlege, fun, and rude jokes,
Max's memory of his mother, down to the choke,
by his father, Killre Kane,
The children tease his son "Who got no brain."
Knights, Robots, and cavemen,
All said by the son of Fair Gwen.
The ornithopter flying above the brave knights,
Freak the Mighty, who stops fights.
"Magnesium!" on top of Max's shoulers yells Freak,
So smart for a child who's weak.
9 feet tall they stand,
Soon their quests were b
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.
Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
I Will Be HeardFor every time I feel a sense of guilt; For every time I feel a sense of shame; For every time I feel like I'm to blame; here are some things to rid myself of shame
It wasn't my fault for what happened to me.
It was something a child could never foresee.
It wasn't my fault that my trust was betrayed.
I could never have guessed upon me that he'd prey.
It isn't my fault that I did those bad things.
I did it to live. I did it to survive.
God didn't have this happen 'cuz I did something wrong.
I believe that it happened so I'd grow to be strong.
And I no longer care if others call me absurd.
I'll keep silent no more.
I will be heard.
StonesThese stones, once enchanted, now leave no trace
of a distant magic in a foreign tongue -
just dream-prints left to carve this place.
A stranger breed has now begun
and left its tracks amidst this space,
the souls left blinking without a sun.
History spared time's rude grace.
We leave our prayers among the bones.
Bittersweet and green,
simple in its mien,
Potent bloom and sheen,
pressed on lips so clean,
Poison felt so keen
hangs her life between.
Now let winter's spell
seek out the newly hung moon
and transform the sky.
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my parents would say
I couldn’t bear it if I saw in their eyes
That I deserved everything that I got
As they are the ones who created my heart
Whether they care for whom it beats or not
So I will take a discriminate beating
If my resolve will help people to see
That I can not be anything more or less
Than the person that I was born to be
Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity suffers defeat,
Where societies tremble and lost leaders meet,
Then universal disaster will be our's generation's treat.
Spirits will turn to shade and souls will burn to sleet,
Demons will growl. Angels will cry. Men will scream.
To believe in an internal lease beyond war's sight,
No more to fear opposing voices that murder might,
Never to extinguish minds in