The trees drooped so low
I thought they'd touch the water
Edging to the closeness of your touch
For years. Closer but farther
Away and Away
She asks me, "What are you searching for?"
I've abandoned the house,
my work,
my life.
Time and time again.
It's that grimace
the twisted pain of this happiness.
Too fleeting to be surreal
and yet realer than the falsest thing I know.
When I see the blood stains on the clothes
(that smell of you),
I think I've found it
but I won't ever know.
He smiles in the dark, a melancholy sort of smile. It's what made him so attractive in the first place. Strange that he should use it now, when it's all over.
"Are you alright?"
I'm bleeding but I force a smile back. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He reaches out and strokes my cheek, his eyes dark with meaning. He gives me a kiss on the forehead, then sits up and gets dressed.
Two hours later he's gone forever. I guess all good things can't be made to last.
We hate you so much
Because we loved you so much
And that love that we gave---
"Not enough."
You left us adrift
With your transfer so swift
But we won and we triumphed---
Go on.
For Fernando was sick,
And Fernando was tired,
But Fernando didn't think---
Not at all!
Well he thinks quite too much,
But he feels out of touch
So he went and he left---
And he lost.
[Well poor Nando, there's still next season.]
To the man who sleeps so soft:
welcome to your home.
where the birds gather to sing your name
in one unending note,
to the people that serve you,
and to a woman---
Your hand was gentle against my skin,
Eyes bright and
Lips glistening.
Sandalwood and clean clean grass filled
the pregnant air---
when my nose touched yours.
The house is always empty,
filled only once in a while.
The bright flames lapped the edges of the water
Just as the traveling minstrels rested under the tree.
Resting and waiting, waiting,
eternally waiting for
The cloth which hung untarnished
from the brass bar of some seasons before.
It bleeds red and blue,
eclipsing the faintest shadow of doubt.
The king sits regally on his throne
As his servants deceive him artfully.
"You fools!" he roars
and we fall together into the abyss where--
The bright flames lap the edge of the water,
Just as they always had and just as they always will.
She stepped into the room but I wasn't ready yet
Not by a long mile
Silent ink spreads on the walls
spidery threads connecting life
Quietly we sink
but the water is so cerulean
it's hard to feel
Us.
I have braved sullen mountains
and scaled higher seas.
The waves tossed against me,
the rocks scraped my skin.
I have fielded narrow bridges
and crossed angry winds.
The tornadoes sent my head whirling,
the floods washed me away.
Purification: [ang ultimong pangarap].
You will always be the hardest to give up.
People of the World, Rejoice by crap12, literature
Literature
People of the World, Rejoice
Good people of the world, rejoice!
For the Lord our Saviour is at hand.
Bring out the palms and psalms,
Begin to celebrate!
You may think it's a wretched fate
But I beg to differ.
Times are hard,
The devil's always lurking in the corner.
There's the bait, always in front of you
It's time to decide--
Now?
Or (maybe?) Never.
Good people of the world, rejoice!
For the Lord our Saviour is at hand.
Do not mistake piety for salvation,
Or good deeds smothered in self-exultation
Only love and obedience will save you
People, it's time to pay your dues
Now
Or (hopefully not) Never.
It is not like
Some slow-moving
Thing without pur
Pose.
It fell like the
Branch of narra
Did during the
Gale.
Coming on, it
Destroyed the plans
I had but I
Must
Carry on with
The u-su-al
Telling of the
Tale.
Marikit na mayang
Pumarito't pumaroon
Lumilipad sa pampang
Na may nangangahas na alon.
Tila napagod?
O naisipang maidlip
Sandali sa putik?
Ngunit sa isang sandali'y naglaho.
Hinanap ko sa bajo--
Tinamaan ng lintik!
The trees drooped so low
I thought they'd touch the water
Edging to the closeness of your touch
For years. Closer but farther
Away and Away
She asks me, "What are you searching for?"
I've abandoned the house,
my work,
my life.
Time and time again.
It's that grimace
the twisted pain of this happiness.
Too fleeting to be surreal
and yet realer than the falsest thing I know.
When I see the blood stains on the clothes
(that smell of you),
I think I've found it
but I won't ever know.
He smiles in the dark, a melancholy sort of smile. It's what made him so attractive in the first place. Strange that he should use it now, when it's all over.
"Are you alright?"
I'm bleeding but I force a smile back. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He reaches out and strokes my cheek, his eyes dark with meaning. He gives me a kiss on the forehead, then sits up and gets dressed.
Two hours later he's gone forever. I guess all good things can't be made to last.
We hate you so much
Because we loved you so much
And that love that we gave---
"Not enough."
You left us adrift
With your transfer so swift
But we won and we triumphed---
Go on.
For Fernando was sick,
And Fernando was tired,
But Fernando didn't think---
Not at all!
Well he thinks quite too much,
But he feels out of touch
So he went and he left---
And he lost.
[Well poor Nando, there's still next season.]
To the man who sleeps so soft:
welcome to your home.
where the birds gather to sing your name
in one unending note,
to the people that serve you,
and to a woman---
Your hand was gentle against my skin,
Eyes bright and
Lips glistening.
Sandalwood and clean clean grass filled
the pregnant air---
when my nose touched yours.
The house is always empty,
filled only once in a while.
The bright flames lapped the edges of the water
Just as the traveling minstrels rested under the tree.
Resting and waiting, waiting,
eternally waiting for
The cloth which hung untarnished
from the brass bar of some seasons before.
It bleeds red and blue,
eclipsing the faintest shadow of doubt.
The king sits regally on his throne
As his servants deceive him artfully.
"You fools!" he roars
and we fall together into the abyss where--
The bright flames lap the edge of the water,
Just as they always had and just as they always will.
She stepped into the room but I wasn't ready yet
Not by a long mile
Silent ink spreads on the walls
spidery threads connecting life
Quietly we sink
but the water is so cerulean
it's hard to feel
Us.
I have braved sullen mountains
and scaled higher seas.
The waves tossed against me,
the rocks scraped my skin.
I have fielded narrow bridges
and crossed angry winds.
The tornadoes sent my head whirling,
the floods washed me away.
Purification: [ang ultimong pangarap].
You will always be the hardest to give up.
People of the World, Rejoice by crap12, literature
Literature
People of the World, Rejoice
Good people of the world, rejoice!
For the Lord our Saviour is at hand.
Bring out the palms and psalms,
Begin to celebrate!
You may think it's a wretched fate
But I beg to differ.
Times are hard,
The devil's always lurking in the corner.
There's the bait, always in front of you
It's time to decide--
Now?
Or (maybe?) Never.
Good people of the world, rejoice!
For the Lord our Saviour is at hand.
Do not mistake piety for salvation,
Or good deeds smothered in self-exultation
Only love and obedience will save you
People, it's time to pay your dues
Now
Or (hopefully not) Never.
It is not like
Some slow-moving
Thing without pur
Pose.
It fell like the
Branch of narra
Did during the
Gale.
Coming on, it
Destroyed the plans
I had but I
Must
Carry on with
The u-su-al
Telling of the
Tale.
Marikit na mayang
Pumarito't pumaroon
Lumilipad sa pampang
Na may nangangahas na alon.
Tila napagod?
O naisipang maidlip
Sandali sa putik?
Ngunit sa isang sandali'y naglaho.
Hinanap ko sa bajo--
Tinamaan ng lintik!
My Mother's Warmth by jaynesbrothersue, literature
Literature
My Mother's Warmth
My Mother's Warmth
Our home was very poor,
Few luxuries did we need.
A roof, water, and heat,
And lights for us to read.
Of these things, one and all,
The wood heater was the best.
It gave warmth for us all,
In our quaint little nest.
It seems like yesterday,
So easily I recall.
Waking early for school,
Rushing into the hall.
My room, so terribly
Cold, the hall was nice and warm.
The front room even more,
From heaters boxy form.
For several years to come,
It happened always the same.
Rushing toward the front room,
The heat my only aim.
Then one day, it happened,
The fire was totally gone.
The room, cold and bitter,
I
unlearn the constellations by CyneNoir, literature
Literature
unlearn the constellations
I may carry my voice
on white-crested wingtips
but I refuse to take the names of birds.
My throat is not a desert
with smoldered star limbs
in place of sand, not a stone
for you to overturn and mark
with gentle cloud prints
or leave in the mud
to be perforated by bright moss.
My song is not made
to be thundered like a body
on the wind, to be bellowed
by the jagged mouths
of some distant, forgotten jungle.
It is made to slide along the edges
of twenty burning suns and rise
like a halo of newfound breath
from the crevice which splits
earth and sea. To break open
like the young, wet-winged dove
born of a glorious mud
which cracks mountains wi
Current Residence: Asia Favourite genre of music: rock. Any kind. Shell of choice: shell? What shell? Peanut shell? :o Wallpaper of choice: freaky wallpapers. Those that catch your eye. Skin of choice: sleek and simple. And sexy. DEF. Favourite cartoon character: Wolverine, Batman, Number 5, Seance Personal Quote: "Attack your instruments before they attack you!"
Favourite Visual Artist
Robin Williams, Johnny Depp, Wallace Langham
Favourite Movies
I Am Sam
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Green Day and My Chemical Romance
Favourite Writers
e.e. cummings
Favourite Games
football
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
paper, pen, pencil. I hate crayons.
Other Interests
literature, art (obviously), music, "looking for the taste of something beautiful"
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