Naykd Poet, 15 may 2012
Challenged to bleed thoughts that convulse cerebrally into this realm of presence; discourse that longs to realize the tactile experience of human senses; to infuse its meaning essence into this contemporary network of contained vessels of energy’s manifestations; to promulgate its thought presence (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 14 may 2012
Hiding in the effable depth of the psyche lies in waiting; the genome trigger to the Soul purpose to Being; encoded, etched into the fiber of elemental-construct that manifests pre-ordained; order of atomically, encrypted prophecy of omnipresent, cosmic-energys’ design entrusted to the sovereignty (... więcej)
Roselyna, 5 may 2012
Mockingjay
I hear the screams of the rebels and the peacekeepers just a block away. I conceal my bow and arrows further inside the cloak. I try to keep the idea of Gale right now dead or more like being tortured. The tears are in danger of coming again; I try to forget to what is happening to Gale (... więcej)
LuLu, 4 may 2012
The inner depths of my soul screams in agony, torrmented by betrayal of trust, care, and devotion. I can't sleep at night, for fear that Death's flaming chariot shall take me away. I can't eat while my soul starves for attention. I can't cry, my eyes gave up their tears when you died. (... więcej)
Tinker Bell, 4 may 2012
Warriors of light always keep a certain gleam in their eyes.
They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals.
They are often cowardly. They do not always make the right decisions. They suffer over the most (... więcej)
Tinker Bell, 4 may 2012
A warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves. He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of making any progress in life.
‘I’ve been through all this before’ (... więcej)
Celine, 2 may 2012
Everyone is a beginner at life. Is life a game? In some ways, yes. In some ways, no. Life is something that can be always used in an analogy with virtually anything. Life is like an apple. It seems all shiny and inviting, but you never know if it's poisonous.
Life is like a mirror. You can always (... więcej)
Celine, 2 may 2012
(Note: Not a true story. I'm not depressed or anything. I think.)
It’s my final masterpiece. One I’ve been working on for weeks, if not months. It’s been carefully crafted, drawn out before, a million times maybe, and in detail to every little diamond, color, and stitch. I’ve (... więcej)
IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 2 may 2012
‘Tears sprinted down my face, but the thought in my mind was just another fantasy. Until he rounded the street corner and my wall of war debates, melted to reality. He was in one of those jeeps you always see in the movies picking up your loved ones on the way to the fighting grounds for the battle. (... więcej)
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 29 april 2012
England has sonnet, rondel and limerick. Japan has haiku, tanka, renga, and katuata. And Philippines has tanaga, dalit, and pisiya.
If you are familiar with Filipino poetry, then you might be wondering, "Uhm, Yehoshua, pardon please? What in the world is pisiya?" Well if you do, I'm (... więcej)
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