Monday, April 22, 2013
"Lonely with out you" Written by Jeremy Willis
Lonely with out you,
lost within the wind ,
a tear with out a eye,
a dove with out a friend,
I would never be able to sleep,
my life would lose all that it has came to be,
my arms would feel empty,
as my heart stops to beat ,
all would turn in to darkness,
nothing would ever be as of the same,
the sun would turn to clouds and the clouds would turn to rain.
as all were once one all would fall to two,
the walls would fall and death would become my muse,
so much would turn to dust with out you my love,
lonely with out you is what I would come to be.......
Written by Jeremy Willis
Posted on 04-13-13
"Diabolus ex Machina" Written by Ray Kinserlow
Diabolus ex Machina
Satan exists in the soul of a new machine,
Stainless steel, Artfully it does demean
our existence. Existential angst comes upon us
cloaked in silicon and mathematicus.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted n 04-13-13
"His Pleasure" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
He touches me in the dark, do I scream or stay calm? Will he hurt me or go away? I feel his hot breath sneaking across my face. His hand touches my face as I twitch in fear. I'm so scared as I feel the pain between my legs, I start to scream. No one comes to save me, No one hears my cries. No one feels the pain. I start to cry as the pain gets worse. He steps and leaves... Is it over? I think so.
I was wrong, since then I have been touched in the same way, the same fears I had that night have flooded my memory, I go back to the pain I try to hide, the pain I try to forget. I go back to the dim room.. is it over? My mind starts spinning, will this ever be over, this endless circle of pain, cries and his pleasure?
I was wrong, since then I have been touched in the same way, the same fears I had that night have flooded my memory, I go back to the pain I try to hide, the pain I try to forget. I go back to the dim room.. is it over? My mind starts spinning, will this ever be over, this endless circle of pain, cries and his pleasure?
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers on 09-29-06
Posted on 04-13-13
"NATURE" Written by Princess Walkinstick Rainbow
NATURE
nature has come to observe us
a keen awareness
swift as a dragonfly
and I'm stumbling on that special place
that nature always hid
Written by Princess Walkinstick Rainbow
Posted on 04-13-13
Sunday, April 21, 2013
"Stare Straight In" Written by Taylor Wright
Stare Straight In: By Taylor Wright
______________________________
It was a 4 A.M kind of morning when I received her first message. I was wide-awake writing the same story you’re reading right now. Well, at this point, “writing a paper” for me consisted of me staring at a blank white page that laid in front of me like a canvas. You see, I find it difficult to write about anything exciting or important when there's no apparent danger in my life.
"Can we hangout?" She asks. "Yeah sure, just come pick me up," I say, finding it strange for her to be up at this time of night. "Okay, but wait, can you keep a secret?" She asks. "What do you mean?" she was acting strange; I knew something was up. "Like, you won't be offended by any drug use at my apartment, will you?" Not thinking of much else but seeing some buds or a bong, I laugh to myself.
But the morning that followed,
and that look that she gave me,
impacted my thoughts and my conscious so greatly,
that there was surely no chance,
it could ever escape me.
______________________________
So take a good, hard look, and stare straight in, through the depths of the girl who can’t seem to win.
Is this the same little girl who once lit up the world with those light-up purple sneakers she wore?
I swear they shined so bright with each step that she took; she was soon the envy of every kid on the block.
Is it same little girl whose mother kissed her good-bye every single first day of school by the flagpole? How naïve they both were of the embarrassment it would bring to her later on at lunchtime, in the elementary school cafeteria.
I can still see the shoes and kisses, buried somewhere deep down in there, but it seems as if she’s found herself stomping about in an endless fight for her own city, caught in the climax of a kind of disaster which even the boldest of superheroes would quiver at the sight of. No one was there to save the day for her, not this time. You see, this particular city has become engulfed with corruption and chaos, and it has damn near collapsed.
I’ll put it this way; let’s just say a romantic sunset for this girl nowadays would consist of her city’s toxic-waste filled facility standing high and mighty in the distance, as massive amounts of raw chemicals spew from tall, sleek, silver towers, bursting their way into the musty orange horizon.
As endless sludge begins to seep its way into the skies, she now finds herself trapped, underneath the layers upon layers of accumulated filth and grime. This exact same grime has glazed over her mind, from the sounds and images of filthy bass-lines, overdrawn synths, and green laser lights.
But at least for now, a bathroom stall muffles the presence of these sensory overloads while she torches her long overdue fix of high-grade methamphetamines through the low-grade glass tube she never lets leave her side.
I can’t help but see the irony in all of this.
Because in almost certain probability, this particular batch of chemicals was synthesized with care, by a fellow drug addict; a villain creeping somewhere around the depths of this deadbeat city who at one point in time, like most children, had a beautiful and intricate dream of being a superhero, the one that some day rises up to save the city.
But in an unplanned turn of events, this man has now found himself a hero gone rotten, overturned by dirt and greed. Her dreams had gone cloudy with temptation, and this greed, it was only fueling the storm.
His overly tinted aviators rest gently on his face, masking his true intentions from the world as he watches her city slowly fall to flames. He’s laughing to himself as he sits in his middle-class apartment, which rests right outside the city limits, allowing him a front-row-view to the carefully tailored shit show of her life.
What did he care?
His entire lifestyle has become fully funded by these vicious demolitions, as he becomes wealthier with each city that falls. He lives to watch these cities die. The corrupted, chaotic cities belonging to the ones that just can't seem to stay away, living their lives from one shard to the next. Much like her, the little boys and girls that once shined within them remain trapped underneath the toxicity and slime of their unsaved cities. The saddest part of it all is that most of them don’t seem to mind the smog.
So this continues on, one dose at a time, her dreams slowly sinking deeper and deeper, until the day came that they had been fully submerged into the radioactive lake of her mistakes and there was simply nothing left. Nothing but the black plates boldly dangling in her eyes, as she glares into the deep midnight sky, standing alone on the outskirts of her once beautiful city with a certain sense of feeling empty and misunderstood lingering around her persona.
She’s been up for nights, catching cold eyes from strangers that will never give her the time of day to stare straight in. Staring in hopes of maybe catching a quick glimpse of the little girl who’s still trapped inside. The girl that once had a dream.
So I’ll drag the lake that lies under these nuclear skies,
and keep the ongoing search for the little girl alive.
Though she may seem helpless upon first sight,
I try to look past
those dinner-plate eyes,
still dilated from the blur
of her previous nights,
filled with feel-good music,
and huge rips of ice.
I guess it’s true what they say, “we all got our rough times…”
But I’d bet you the world,
if you were to take the time to stare straight into those eyes, those plates, they would crumble to pieces, and the shattered remains would slowly dribble their way down her hardened face; the same face that’s grown strong from her many struggles and mistakes.
Finally, just as the dust begins to clear from her disaster of a city, and the very first glimpse of the sunrise comes near… painted perfectly onto the white canvas that lies behind where the plates once hung, there she would stand. The same smiling little girl that once lit up the world with those light-up purple sneakers she wore. So the next time you see her lingering the block, or in the ally behind your favorite coffee shop...
Take a good, hard look, and stare straight in, through the depths of the girl who can’t seem to win.
____________________________
I couldn’t bring myself to show this story to the girl that inspired me to write it.
However, about a week after it was finished, my phone vibrated and once more, to my surprise, was another text from her, only this time; the sun was shining brightly outside:
“(1/2) Hey, can we talk? I was just going to say, what you saw the other day, wasn't cool, and I'm done with it. (2/2) I mean, I know it sounds dumb, but if you're bored or whatever, please hit me up. I need to be around different people.”
As I read her brief message, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The smiling little girl had made it out alive.
Posted on 04-10-13
______________________________
It was a 4 A.M kind of morning when I received her first message. I was wide-awake writing the same story you’re reading right now. Well, at this point, “writing a paper” for me consisted of me staring at a blank white page that laid in front of me like a canvas. You see, I find it difficult to write about anything exciting or important when there's no apparent danger in my life.
"Can we hangout?" She asks. "Yeah sure, just come pick me up," I say, finding it strange for her to be up at this time of night. "Okay, but wait, can you keep a secret?" She asks. "What do you mean?" she was acting strange; I knew something was up. "Like, you won't be offended by any drug use at my apartment, will you?" Not thinking of much else but seeing some buds or a bong, I laugh to myself.
But the morning that followed,
and that look that she gave me,
impacted my thoughts and my conscious so greatly,
that there was surely no chance,
it could ever escape me.
______________________________
So take a good, hard look, and stare straight in, through the depths of the girl who can’t seem to win.
Is this the same little girl who once lit up the world with those light-up purple sneakers she wore?
I swear they shined so bright with each step that she took; she was soon the envy of every kid on the block.
Is it same little girl whose mother kissed her good-bye every single first day of school by the flagpole? How naïve they both were of the embarrassment it would bring to her later on at lunchtime, in the elementary school cafeteria.
I can still see the shoes and kisses, buried somewhere deep down in there, but it seems as if she’s found herself stomping about in an endless fight for her own city, caught in the climax of a kind of disaster which even the boldest of superheroes would quiver at the sight of. No one was there to save the day for her, not this time. You see, this particular city has become engulfed with corruption and chaos, and it has damn near collapsed.
I’ll put it this way; let’s just say a romantic sunset for this girl nowadays would consist of her city’s toxic-waste filled facility standing high and mighty in the distance, as massive amounts of raw chemicals spew from tall, sleek, silver towers, bursting their way into the musty orange horizon.
As endless sludge begins to seep its way into the skies, she now finds herself trapped, underneath the layers upon layers of accumulated filth and grime. This exact same grime has glazed over her mind, from the sounds and images of filthy bass-lines, overdrawn synths, and green laser lights.
But at least for now, a bathroom stall muffles the presence of these sensory overloads while she torches her long overdue fix of high-grade methamphetamines through the low-grade glass tube she never lets leave her side.
I can’t help but see the irony in all of this.
Because in almost certain probability, this particular batch of chemicals was synthesized with care, by a fellow drug addict; a villain creeping somewhere around the depths of this deadbeat city who at one point in time, like most children, had a beautiful and intricate dream of being a superhero, the one that some day rises up to save the city.
But in an unplanned turn of events, this man has now found himself a hero gone rotten, overturned by dirt and greed. Her dreams had gone cloudy with temptation, and this greed, it was only fueling the storm.
His overly tinted aviators rest gently on his face, masking his true intentions from the world as he watches her city slowly fall to flames. He’s laughing to himself as he sits in his middle-class apartment, which rests right outside the city limits, allowing him a front-row-view to the carefully tailored shit show of her life.
What did he care?
His entire lifestyle has become fully funded by these vicious demolitions, as he becomes wealthier with each city that falls. He lives to watch these cities die. The corrupted, chaotic cities belonging to the ones that just can't seem to stay away, living their lives from one shard to the next. Much like her, the little boys and girls that once shined within them remain trapped underneath the toxicity and slime of their unsaved cities. The saddest part of it all is that most of them don’t seem to mind the smog.
So this continues on, one dose at a time, her dreams slowly sinking deeper and deeper, until the day came that they had been fully submerged into the radioactive lake of her mistakes and there was simply nothing left. Nothing but the black plates boldly dangling in her eyes, as she glares into the deep midnight sky, standing alone on the outskirts of her once beautiful city with a certain sense of feeling empty and misunderstood lingering around her persona.
She’s been up for nights, catching cold eyes from strangers that will never give her the time of day to stare straight in. Staring in hopes of maybe catching a quick glimpse of the little girl who’s still trapped inside. The girl that once had a dream.
So I’ll drag the lake that lies under these nuclear skies,
and keep the ongoing search for the little girl alive.
Though she may seem helpless upon first sight,
I try to look past
those dinner-plate eyes,
still dilated from the blur
of her previous nights,
filled with feel-good music,
and huge rips of ice.
I guess it’s true what they say, “we all got our rough times…”
But I’d bet you the world,
if you were to take the time to stare straight into those eyes, those plates, they would crumble to pieces, and the shattered remains would slowly dribble their way down her hardened face; the same face that’s grown strong from her many struggles and mistakes.
Finally, just as the dust begins to clear from her disaster of a city, and the very first glimpse of the sunrise comes near… painted perfectly onto the white canvas that lies behind where the plates once hung, there she would stand. The same smiling little girl that once lit up the world with those light-up purple sneakers she wore. So the next time you see her lingering the block, or in the ally behind your favorite coffee shop...
Take a good, hard look, and stare straight in, through the depths of the girl who can’t seem to win.
____________________________
I couldn’t bring myself to show this story to the girl that inspired me to write it.
However, about a week after it was finished, my phone vibrated and once more, to my surprise, was another text from her, only this time; the sun was shining brightly outside:
“(1/2) Hey, can we talk? I was just going to say, what you saw the other day, wasn't cool, and I'm done with it. (2/2) I mean, I know it sounds dumb, but if you're bored or whatever, please hit me up. I need to be around different people.”
As I read her brief message, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The smiling little girl had made it out alive.
Posted on 04-10-13
"FRIENDLY BREEZE" Written by Samuel a Sanusi
FRIENDLY BREEZE
Friendly breeze! Friendly breeze!!
Come! Come!! Come!!!
And lure my eyes to sleep
For so long I've been thy waiter
But when the rain is come
I am glad
You come along
Written by Samuel A Sanusi
Posted on 04-12-13
"Growing means change" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Growing means change
Growing means change
Change brings new light
Life gets unpredictable
But lets fill it with delight
Bring people together
Fill space with optimism
For all the negative thoughts
We can do an exorcism
Knowing our past and the
Uncertainties of the future
All those school yard bullies
They are the true loser
The hope for life
A happiness so pure
Yet we hold on to hate
And that is no cure
Life has lessons for the future
To help us all grow
We build and build
Until we see the glow
Don't stop there friends
Find other individuals
Who feel they are nothing
Let them know they are intellectuals
Gather the town
All kinds of communities
Let everyone know there
Are many opportunities
This doesn't end here
The world is a playground
To spark all creations not
To be a war ground
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 04-12-13
Growing means change
Change brings new light
Life gets unpredictable
But lets fill it with delight
Bring people together
Fill space with optimism
For all the negative thoughts
We can do an exorcism
Knowing our past and the
Uncertainties of the future
All those school yard bullies
They are the true loser
The hope for life
A happiness so pure
Yet we hold on to hate
And that is no cure
Life has lessons for the future
To help us all grow
We build and build
Until we see the glow
Don't stop there friends
Find other individuals
Who feel they are nothing
Let them know they are intellectuals
Gather the town
All kinds of communities
Let everyone know there
Are many opportunities
This doesn't end here
The world is a playground
To spark all creations not
To be a war ground
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 04-12-13
Monday, April 8, 2013
"Hearts on Fire" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Hearts on Fire
Fire burns in their hearts
No one sees their touch
In the dark they whisper
Maybe a little too much
Hands in age
Feeling every curve
Going so far
Oh just the right nerve
Feet on the ground
Yet flying away
It's like a storm
What can I say
You can't stay long
No future in sight
Feelings in darkness
No switch for light
Danger approaching
Lines have been crossed
Their minds are present
Their hearts are lost
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 04-07-13
"Corrosive Clucking" Written by Nathan Evanoff
"Corrosive Clucking"
Sending angels away on a acid bath.soaking
Decoding the debris to land on sickle shoreline. Clocking
Pile bodies to the towers of Babylon. A cresant moonlight curse
Reside the power of free will
Mental and menthol
Happy and turpentine
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13
Sending angels away on a acid bath.soaking
Decoding the debris to land on sickle shoreline. Clocking
Pile bodies to the towers of Babylon. A cresant moonlight curse
Reside the power of free will
Mental and menthol
Happy and turpentine
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13
"YOUR DEATH TODAY*" Written by Nathan Evanoff
YOUR DEATH TODAY*
I went to.see you lying there in the pine box.wooden and fresh. You stay motionless as I gaze.
You dont talk
The dead dont speak.
I hear you everywhere and all around me.some cryptic sensation
You never move nor blink. Yo u only appear to be here never looking real
This reality isn't real nor is it fiction. Its only a state a place in time where one of your parallel universe's end
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-04-13
I went to.see you lying there in the pine box.wooden and fresh. You stay motionless as I gaze.
You dont talk
The dead dont speak.
I hear you everywhere and all around me.some cryptic sensation
You never move nor blink. Yo u only appear to be here never looking real
This reality isn't real nor is it fiction. Its only a state a place in time where one of your parallel universe's end
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-04-13
"musing 18" Written by Greg Rogers
....for lack of mate, a life was wasted. for lack of a love, a soul was in darkness. for lack of it all, life is not worthy....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 04-05-13
"A Summer Hermit 》》》" Written by Nathan Evanoff
A Summer Hermit 》》》
I have travelled far
I hated to go away to the stars
I used to hang on to you
I was so ashamd
I was hungry I gave to you
Oh can I give it back to you
I'm hanging on to you
So treacherous
I drag the waters for you..oh im a let down
So long as im not you im far away from this song
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13
I have travelled far
I hated to go away to the stars
I used to hang on to you
I was so ashamd
I was hungry I gave to you
Oh can I give it back to you
I'm hanging on to you
So treacherous
I drag the waters for you..oh im a let down
So long as im not you im far away from this song
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 04-07-13
Thursday, April 4, 2013
"Untitled" Written by Kirkland Smith
Feel free to critique it only helps me....
Memories forgotten good times seem to roll off my shoulders as the bad times seep into my pores
this life I've been given feels lived before
makes me wana hit the floor with agony only sorrow and pain appears in my future through my eyes wandering portals lurking about absorbing the surroundings conveying deceit tyranny and chaos to my nimble mind whilst young I speak words of a wise old man older than any that has lived
mankind will perish in misery for we are self inflicting upon our own
acknowledged but neglected forever more we fall like the ones before us ashes to ashes dust to dust in the wind we blow
Written by Kirkland Smith
Posted on 04-04-13
"Love yourself :)" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Was there ever a point in your life when you felt like you were beautiful? Even you guys, I know it sounds crazy but hear me out. That point when you see that every part of who you are is beautiful, the good and the bad. I know I have. It took me a long time to fall in love with myself, and I am so happy that I have. I know that God made me just the way He wanted me to be made. My heart problem is great! I know I still sound a bit crazy. I love that everyday I am faced with knowing that my heart is not in the best shape, I live everyday like its my last. I tell my friends and family "I love you" everytime I see them or when they leave or even over the phone to make sure they know that I care about them. I love how when I have feelings for someone my heart really does skip a beat and makes it that much more real for me. I think that we should all fall in love with ourselves. This is a hard thing to do for most, and no I'm not talking about being full of yourself. Most people feel like they are not worthy of being called "beautiful" and I just want you to know what you are. How will you ever see your beauty if you are hiding in the darkness of doubt?
Think about it.
Feel free to share something that you love about yourself, or even share something you love about someone you look up to.
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 04-01-13
Think about it.
Feel free to share something that you love about yourself, or even share something you love about someone you look up to.
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 04-01-13
"mental stretch for 04-03-13" Written by Caleb Hendricks
when your stressed life
messes with your sex life
then your next wife
will likely be your ex wife
when you let strife
make you forget to get drive
better get your head right
before it starts to simplify
it gets hard to write
when you can't combine
your heart and your mind
with your feelings inside
and the thoughts all collide
with the fact that your fried
but you should never deny
the importance of pride
for when all else is tried
just give into the hype
psych up your mind
and put lift in your stride
cause the light that's inside
can ignite the divine
that resides deep inside
all your insight
so forget all the lies
and the thoughts that decry
your ability lies
in that glint in your eyes
in the spark of your mind
in the heart of your fight
in the steel of your spine
in the soul of your pride
so don't rationalize
put your doubts to the side
when you stress about life
you forget when you're alive
Written by Caleb Hendricks on 04-03-13
messes with your sex life
then your next wife
will likely be your ex wife
when you let strife
make you forget to get drive
better get your head right
before it starts to simplify
it gets hard to write
when you can't combine
your heart and your mind
with your feelings inside
and the thoughts all collide
with the fact that your fried
but you should never deny
the importance of pride
for when all else is tried
just give into the hype
psych up your mind
and put lift in your stride
cause the light that's inside
can ignite the divine
that resides deep inside
all your insight
so forget all the lies
and the thoughts that decry
your ability lies
in that glint in your eyes
in the spark of your mind
in the heart of your fight
in the steel of your spine
in the soul of your pride
so don't rationalize
put your doubts to the side
when you stress about life
you forget when you're alive
Written by Caleb Hendricks on 04-03-13
"Ode To Alanna" Written by Ray Kinserlow
Ode To Alanna
I do not know whether it is an illusion
Or just a schizophrenic delusion,
But now a reality has set in
And I have no way to defend
Living a lie, living a lie.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-04-13
"Codependance" Written by Ray Kinserlow
Codependance
I tried my damnedest to make you love me,
But I could never ever begin to see
It was only the residue, the dust
of a twisted, codependent lust.
Desperately, I sang my mating song
And then one Spring day you were gone.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-02-13
I tried my damnedest to make you love me,
But I could never ever begin to see
It was only the residue, the dust
of a twisted, codependent lust.
Desperately, I sang my mating song
And then one Spring day you were gone.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-02-13
"=NIGHT IS NEVER DOUBTED="
=NIGHT IS NEVER DOUBTED=
I laid my ice
On the lanes of passage
That never rest
Ass the noble gleam is again
Reconciling with the cloud
It's landlord
Bables feet wore pacy walk
Rushing down to their inns
After day had sweats
With standing colars
And ropes let loosed to
Make the necks rest out stress
Then I stopped a babu
To ask why he was rushing
And he spoke to me
That the fracas between
The moon and the cloud
Had beeb put to an end
And that every souls must rejoice
By laying their body on their bed
Against the future
When the moon shall again be rude to the cloud
It's never doubted!
My lips open ass the babu went his way
Yes, night is never doubted
I laid my ice
On the lanes of passage
That never rest
Ass the noble gleam is again
Reconciling with the cloud
It's landlord
Bables feet wore pacy walk
Rushing down to their inns
After day had sweats
With standing colars
And ropes let loosed to
Make the necks rest out stress
Then I stopped a babu
To ask why he was rushing
And he spoke to me
That the fracas between
The moon and the cloud
Had beeb put to an end
And that every souls must rejoice
By laying their body on their bed
Against the future
When the moon shall again be rude to the cloud
It's never doubted!
My lips open ass the babu went his way
Yes, night is never doubted
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 03-31-13
"=A YOUNG GIRL=" Written by Samuel Sanusi
=A YOUNG GIRL=
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
While she looked at herself
Solitary in a corner
With her black young pawpaws
In her hand standing straight
She was glad!
When she looked down at her temple
To see the grasses in there in green clothes
And the soil upon which
The grasses had there birth
She saw herself growing into a lady
When in the mirror
She saw her twinself
I am beautiful!!!
She hissed silently to herself
With a pageant parade before her shadow
And her shadow is alone her audience
That couldn't clap but along laughed
OMOWUNMI!!!
Her old mother with pawpaws
That never stand in a direction called
She stunted, whispering and whispering
Like waves in the cloud
After she was back from old mother sent
She prayed never to be old
For her pawpaws not to in the air swing
Like her old mother that's every light dangling
And sometimes even sleeping
Not knowing her old mother
Was once a preety young girl like her
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 03-31-13
"she can be seen in the moon" Written by Francis Michael Clark
she can be seen in the moon
and in the Earth, our home
three aspects she does have
the Maiden, Mother, and the Crone
mankind has fallen from her grace
crushed her rainforests
polluted her lakes
"respect your Mother" we are told
but we are lusting after gold
we beat her and rape her
we spit in her face
we must stop this madness
we must stop it now!
before we are punished for our distaste
she is our beautiful Mother
who has made love to our Father
thus we exist
give the Triple Goddess honor
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 03-28-13
"=RAIN TO NIGHT=" Written by Samuel Sanusi
=RAIN TO NIGHT=
Rain! Rain!!
Please don't go away
Come this night in your uniform
Even if morrow you will not come
Don't go away! Don't go away!!
For little children are on the field retired
Noun their head romancing their pillows
And they never could draw hit shape
But, our adult ice is at war
With sleep that had raped our children
By the hit from the sun your niece
During day when she's not noble
Don't go away!!!
Please refresh our rooms
And save us from the slavery of hitIt's raining now in my country while I'm in love with my pen caressing the paper
The heat is terrible but thank God for this RAIN that's the saviour of this hour
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 03-27-13
"untitled 5" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
I love how this feels
I can't put you down
I know I should
I just can't slowdown
I start to feel dizzy
As you fill my insides
I will have more
My head decides
I must have it all
This is just too good
So I take a brake
Round 2 I should
So I take and take
Till I almost fall over
I walk to the bedroom
Keeping my composer
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-27-13
I can't put you down
I know I should
I just can't slowdown
I start to feel dizzy
As you fill my insides
I will have more
My head decides
I must have it all
This is just too good
So I take a brake
Round 2 I should
So I take and take
Till I almost fall over
I walk to the bedroom
Keeping my composer
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-27-13
"=I AM DAT I AM=" Written by Samuel Sanusi
=I AM DAT I AM=
I can knot sing a song
And dance I can knot dance
But, I can twist my tongue
With these my nature chance
To tell the world my name
And wear my neck coat fame
What I am is what I am
What I can't is what I can't
I'll love and hold what I am
And never seduce what I can't
By fair tong; many a-tailor are loved
For the patterns they can knot sew
After by steel; clients clothes is puffed
And they goes low like a cold stew
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 03-27-13
"In loving memory of my beautiful mother!!" Written by Britanny Gallet
In loving memory of my beautiful mother!!
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
Across Northrend's bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
On Westfall's fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,
Of Stranglethorn's jungle, green and lush.
I am in the drums loud and grand,
The thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,
Over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die!!
Written by Britanny Gallet
Posted on 03-27-13
"untitled 4" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Communication is key
To make this work
Without it we wander
In darkness we lurk
We no longer work
Together as a team
We used to be great
Now just routine
How did we get here
To be so distant
Not letting each other in
Our hearts so resistant
Will we survive
Or fade into nothing
Our lives are too busy
We are always rushing
We have no flame
No romance to show
Give me a reason to stay
When I feel I should go
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-27-13
To make this work
Without it we wander
In darkness we lurk
We no longer work
Together as a team
We used to be great
Now just routine
How did we get here
To be so distant
Not letting each other in
Our hearts so resistant
Will we survive
Or fade into nothing
Our lives are too busy
We are always rushing
We have no flame
No romance to show
Give me a reason to stay
When I feel I should go
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-27-13
"untitled 3" Written by Kayce Ryanne Summers
The things hiding
Behind my smile
Fought back fears
Its all in my file
Life is getting
To be way too busy
The world is spun
Until I'm too dizzy
One thing saves me
From a world of fear
I think of the past
The future seems clear
I am meant for more
More than just fame
Greatness at my door
No more of the shame
My life was in pieces
No box for a guide
But I put it back together
Stride by stride
Written by Kayce Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-25-13
Behind my smile
Fought back fears
Its all in my file
Life is getting
To be way too busy
The world is spun
Until I'm too dizzy
One thing saves me
From a world of fear
I think of the past
The future seems clear
I am meant for more
More than just fame
Greatness at my door
No more of the shame
My life was in pieces
No box for a guide
But I put it back together
Stride by stride
Written by Kayce Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-25-13
"my poem to God" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Hope for love
Your grace so warm
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
The kind you give
Through people I know
A reminder to forgive
Your grace so warm
Wraps me in safety
Decisions you make
Never made hasty
Your plan for me
My happily ever after
You put friends in my life
To hear my laughter
My struggles are many
My blessings are stronger
This world my temporary home
I will overcome and conquer
to see your face
To hug you just one time
I'd cross every river
Every mountain I climb
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-26-13
"untitled 2" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
The cuts on my arms
Tell me I can feel
All the things
My heart can't reveal
Tears cover my bed
But I made this coffin
Now I must lay
In my very own toxi
I thought I was strong
My loss of strength
And I start to fade
As I crawl the floors length
Black as night
My surroundings become
My heart stops beating
Like the slowing of a drum
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-26-13
"untitled 1" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Don't look down
On what I may choose
Because in the end
This bomb will defuse
I know its not much
To offer what could be
But I am not one to
Choose invisibility
This is something hard
To leave behind the past
With out doing
You can never see the blast
This light in my body
I love how it feels
So I'll try to get dressed
And Dance in my heels
I can't explain how
This may or may not go
After all these years
The past I should outgrow
Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers
Posted on 03-26-13
"The Compound" Written by Ray Kinserlow
The Compound
The compound rises from the smokey dust
Of the collapsing old world’s rust,
And now the Lords of the Land
Are all visionaries and madmen.
And the highest coin of the realm
Is the survival of those
crazier than peach orchard boars.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 03-26-13
"musing 17" Written by Greg Rogers
....let us hold hands and embrace the sun awaiting the new day in this glorious dawn and dance through it all til comes the moon making love in the night giving thanks til the coming dawn....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-26-13
"What is Peace?" Written by Sarazann Greenwood
What is Peace?
Finding that light inside yourself that says I love you to everyone and everything you meet. To love deeply all that is. To find the majesty in everything around you. Even in the presence of evil, to understand the love that made it and to see the love that gave it life and to know that love can cure the world of sadness. I stand in the light of Peace and I give the gift of Love. Because you deserve to be loved, no matter who you are or what you have done - I love you. Why? Because you are made from love and with that I am satisfied. I hope and pray my love for you can wash away just one moment of sadness from your life and give you a chance to see the world as it is, a place of life, love and beauty. Remember, even in your darkest hours, I love you, truly, I do.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 03-25-13
Finding that light inside yourself that says I love you to everyone and everything you meet. To love deeply all that is. To find the majesty in everything around you. Even in the presence of evil, to understand the love that made it and to see the love that gave it life and to know that love can cure the world of sadness. I stand in the light of Peace and I give the gift of Love. Because you deserve to be loved, no matter who you are or what you have done - I love you. Why? Because you are made from love and with that I am satisfied. I hope and pray my love for you can wash away just one moment of sadness from your life and give you a chance to see the world as it is, a place of life, love and beauty. Remember, even in your darkest hours, I love you, truly, I do.
Written by Sarazann Greenwood
Posted on 03-25-13
"Tractor Pond " Written by Victor Jose Magri
Tractor Pond
The tractors come here to drink.
Crouched beside this empty pond
They wait here battered,
listing,
out of line.
They wait here and wait here a long, long time.
But tractors do not measure time like you do.
They are mechanical unnatural machine creatures
(and none too bright, by the by)
If across the aions until the giganum chimes
all things are revealed alive.
Then they will have their drink and then they will dance and then they will mate.
We are the tractors.
Beside this dried up pond we wait.
Written by Victor Jose Magri
Posted on 03-24-13
The tractors come here to drink.
Crouched beside this empty pond
They wait here battered,
listing,
out of line.
They wait here and wait here a long, long time.
But tractors do not measure time like you do.
They are mechanical unnatural machine creatures
(and none too bright, by the by)
If across the aions until the giganum chimes
all things are revealed alive.
Then they will have their drink and then they will dance and then they will mate.
We are the tractors.
Beside this dried up pond we wait.
Written by Victor Jose Magri
Posted on 03-24-13
"HOW TO FIND SPRING-" Written by Nathan Evanoff
HOW TO FIND SPRING-
on the 3rd month the sun awakened
The air became warm and the nights conquered the kings of the day, in solitude the grass becomes corrosive and the plankton turn green,
Heavy mornings and easy days.
When the sun is gone.I'll still have a light...
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-24-13
"Create" Written by Christian Francis
Create
With each passing day, the floor moves further away.
Hold tight to what you've got. Use a chain or tie a knot.
Meditate on yesterday. Do not let it fade away.
Good or bad, happy or sad, it's what you had.
Memories is the fuel to create. Boundless ideas to contemplate.
A song, a poem, a smile, a tear, remember the time, use the fear.
Fact or fiction, real or a vision. Scream to world, we need your prediction.
The director is you, the movie is you, roll the camera, always be true.
Give us the drama, give us the strife, give us the story, this thing called life.
Written by Christian Francis
Posted on 03-22-13
"Without You " Written by Flor De Maria
Without You
I'm a rose without its petals
For they seemed to have withered away
like today without tomorrow
or shades of color without its gray
I'm the grass that is not green
I'm the sky that is not blue
I'm a lie without the false
I'm a fact without the truth
I'm a rose without its petals
Yes, I slowly wither too
I'm today without tomorrow
and empty without you..
Rose Petals...
Written by Flor De Maria
Posted on 03-20-13
"Elzie Odem-" Written by Nathan Evanoff
Elzie Odem-
How fleeting the nights crossing the soccor field entering the arlington thicket.
Written by Nathan Evanoff
Posted on 03-23-13
"Memory fleeting past" Written by John Fried
Memory fleeting past
Holes burning marks
Time long gone
I sit looking at the holes
Memories lost Sadness
I know where they were
Like sink holes Gone
Marsh lands mental quick sands
Sinking into the past
The future that was now
I look think now becomes then
It floods then leaks holes
Seeing her face her name is gone
Her feel is there body is mist
Her mind I knew thoughts blow away
Sunlight dark in my head
Holes
Hands cling to nothing
Lips touching air
Heart running still
Seeing nothing nothing everywhere
Grabbing for memories no longer there
Gone…
Written by John Fried
Posted on 03-23-13
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