aviisevil
aviisevil
2 hours ago

falling rain speaks to me
about your tears and betrayal
why are you so far away from me
when my heart is so cold and frail

there must be more than this
more than you and this bliss
that's now his..

I keep on remembering
one more moment of us
our one last kiss
that feeling of beautiful love

and now when we're at the end
it feels as if it's only a beginning
of a world without you
and I'm singing aimlessly
like all those broken people do
about something I couldn't have
and if it's even true


the far I try to run
the more I fail
and as i look back to see
what you've done
my heart still aches
with scars it cannot bear

there's so much to leave
in words I cannot speak
so hard to believe
when you're standing there

and now i cannot breathe
without wishing myself dead
there's nobody else here
to wake me up when I fall asleep
and I still keep dreaming
about you and me in my head

and I can't find no monsters
lurking beneath my bed

every colour is greying
and the sky is decaying
now that you're not here
for me to forget


and now when we're at the end
it feels as if it's only a beginning
of a world without you
and I'm singing aimlessly
like all those broken people do

I'm in pieces too.

#love   #heart   #pain   #world   #dark   #people   #author  

The yellow aura spiraled my night elf hunter avatar as the DUN-DUMM
of false accommplishment
incites my addiction
to instant gratification.

I had just Leveled up.

The quest giver gave me the choice
between Shitty boots
Or a less shitty Dagger
I took the shitty boots
because fuck the system they looked cooler.

I was going to stomp these spiders anyway,
what's the point of not looking damn fine.
for a negligible stat boost?

Shitty Boots.

Shitty boots ALL Day long.

A naked human avatar dances
facing a naked gnome avatar
Also dancing, at crotch height
Typical starting zone foolery

I stayed up watching Toonami all night
Naruto, Bleech, Inuyasha.
I could tell the sun came up
not because there was a window in my basement, there wasn't.

Tom and Jerry came on.
everyone knows
when Tom and Jerry came on
you were no longer pulling an
"all nighter."
You're pulling a
"Drink enough Soda
to get through the rest
of the day-er"

My entire diet these past two days
has consisted of Coca-Cola and Vault
because Clearly Coca-Cola is superior to Pepsi.

Therefore, Vault was superior to Mountain Dew.
Which is the typical choice drink of my internet brethren.

I don't know why I dyed my hair black
nobody online can see it
But it makes me feel more
like my night elf.

I want long white hair
I realize that's impossible in 6th grade
Buy & Settle for Black
At least I could be like "L"
from death note, Long sleeve white shirt and jeans with no shoes.
Or any other black haired anime charecter.

I loved A movie with a singing venus fly trap but had no idea what it was called.
I looked for it for seven years after I saw the ten minutes I saw
and didn't realize until College
That the movie was
little shop of horrors that whole time.

I watched little shop of horrors on netflix
immediately after I found out
But only once,
Because I firmly beleived movies should only be seen once until I stopped dyeing my hair black.
Despite watching Space jam more times than any kid born in 1995 Should have
but still all the kids born
in 1995
still watched space jam more
than any of them should have
because they were born
in the nineties.

when I first saw the last few minutes of little shop of horrors
it was right before osmosis jones.
Which is weird
two shows to put together
reflecting back
I loved osmosis jones almost as much as the buzz lightyear movie.

Buzz lightyears robot companion reminded me of cyberchase
which to this day
cyberchase is the best show to watch
when you have no idea who gilbert godfrey is.

Zoombinis is better than oregon trail.
and also better than Tom and Jerry.
but not better than leveling my night elf.

I think that every grade before sixth grade is fourth grade
and 6th grade is basically 7th grade
which is to say my memory skips them both
to remember ending eighth grade

I miss being cool on the Internet
Whilst lame and forgotten in real life

I want to go back to the seperation
of who I pretend to be
Verus who I actually am
being dramatic and incomparable

having an ideal self on the internet be obviouslly not you is so much more comforting than a facebook profile
where if I talk to someone I have to atempt to still be socially acceptable.

Today I was offered the chance to Work at A minimum wage job or continue going to college for a useless degree.

I decided to write a poem because fuck the system
Writing poetry is the place I go to escape.

There is no spiraling Yellow aura or
DUN-DUMM
sometimes there is snapping though.
I still am a pretend person.
An avatar just now,
I have skin.
You can touch me and I breath without thinking or pressing any keys.

I can not Watch space jam again.
I know who golbert godfrey is.
I swear to god I might force my children to play Zoombinis against their will
Like an abusive father forcing his son into football when the son just wants to wear princess dresses.

I want the social pressure of needing a facebook profile to go away.
I want the social pressure to be appropriate, polite and politically correct to go away.

I want Tom and Jerry to tell me
when the sun comes up again.

#sun   #world   #loss   #tom   #nostalgia   #school   #gaming   #internet   #jerry   #polite  
Paul Cochrane
9 hours ago

Dying for The Redoubt

Dyeing for Empire,
In Anchor Mills,
Building the wealth,
Colouring twills.

Weaving the pattern,
Cutting the cloth,
Meeting wee Margaret,
Pledging his troth.

Production line,
Jobs to be learned,
With regular work,
Money is earned.

Marriage is joined,
Making a home,
Child after child,
Seven are born.

Then Serbian guns,
Kill Franz the True Heir
And domino treaties,
Fall without care.

Thomas enlists,
September 14,
Despite family of seven,
He dons khaki green

He felt it his duty,
To fight for the King,
Old Georgie was grateful,
Though he knew not his name.

“I, Thomas Cameron,
Do swear I will be,
Faithful and true,
To His Majesty,
King George the Fifth,
His heirs and successors,
According to law.
So help me God.”

With serious intent,
Asunder from Margaret,
One oath was rent,
For an oath to the Monarch.

Till death us do part?
Unbreakable bond,
Thrown over in faith,
In his fellow man.

King George had another,
Under Kitchener’s gaze,
To widow a mother,
He marched to his grave.

Given a number,
To kill off the Hun,
Thomas was marked,
Eight-eight-forty-one.

The Highland Light Infantry,
Reached Mesopotamia,
To satisfy Asquith’s
Megalomania.

The soft underbelly,
Of Ottoman Turks,
Would weaken the Germans,
With attacking force.

March by the Tigris,
Dust covered dusk,
On to Dujaila!
Onwards we must!

Surprise was obtained!
The Ottoman fled!
Victory ours!
‘Retreat!’ Kemball said.

‘Retreat? When we’ve won?
Retreat when it’s ours?
“Retreat!” Kemball barked,
“For orders are orders.”

“My Plan must succeed!
The barrage goes in,
H-hour is later,
Then we can win.”

Reoccupied trenches,
Redoubt filled with men,
Pushed by their officers,
At the end of their guns.

“Now we advance!”
“Now we attack!”
But Ottoman guns,
Began shooting back.

What enters the mind?
Of a dutiful man,
When the officer’s whistle,
Gets drowned by the sound,
Of the maelstrom of bullets,
By the thousands of screams,
As man after man,
Sings his own requiem.

Lay he for long?
Did he pass without pain?
Or agony prolonged,
Ere he passed on the plain?



Still he lies there,
A husband and dad,
Dying for Empire,
On the Road to Baghdad.

Lest we forget,
His name lives evermore,
Inscribed on a plaque,
On old Basra stone,

But I’ve yet to meet,
From the day of my birth,
A man who did know,
That he lived on this earth.

And who suffered most?
And what was it for?
This desperate campaign
This war to end wars?

Our Monarch still reigns,
With others in line,
Have we learned our lesson,
For the next time?

This Remembrance Day,
Whatever goes on,
Spare part of your prayer for,
Private Thomas Cameron

Private Thomas Cameron was my great grandfather killed in Iraq in 1916.
#war   #world   #iraq   #1   #mesopotamia   #paisley  
Allesha Eman
Allesha Eman
14 hours ago

It was when the stars fell that I knew
I would never see the ocean blue
And when the sun stole my gaze
My eyes couldn't see the days
When the night was cloudy and greyed
Since then I never felt the breeze
Of sunset leaving me unseen
But the truth lies in the eyes of the sea
Where there is no place for me
Because I live in the winter greys
But breathe in the summer days
And in no world could I be two
Unless if I was with you

#love   #world   #hope   #dreams   #the   #travel   #seeing  
Alan S Bailey
Alan S Bailey
1 day ago

What is a poet without an audience?
When I write, I write from my heart.
What does it matter if it's torn apart?
I have to live with these regrets,
I never tried hard enough, make every
Last mess. I will be gone soon, you will see,
And no one in their perfect little world will ever
Miss me. But that's why there's the internet,
Fake modern life, to let you feel as if
You are free.

A short poem about my life
#short   #life   #heart   #sadness   #world   #mess   #free   #write   #modern   #baggage  
George Krokos
1 day ago

Intelligence and love are parts of a universal language
that we all communicate with because of our heritage.
They usually transcend all barriers of time and space
which in this world are common for the human race.
______

From "The Quatrains" ongong writings since the early '90's.

Sometimes the balance is best served by removing the most insignificant weights from the scales! You may break your world into a thousand pieces, if you have the power. It will not matter who will undo what you have done, if not in your would then in the next. The balance will be swift and served!

Written by: Michael R Triska

#world   #balance   #power  
Bridget Ewing
1 day ago

Sharing yellow starbursts,
artificial color stains our saliva
what feels like years later,
as I have aged quite a bit by this point,
I repeat the motion in my mouth
reminiscent of you
instant messages of gentle reminders
to resentment
anger saturated print
seeks to disfigure my skin
insides twist in response
to the configuration of a screen
energy signals lost in translation

When will I see you again?

#love   #sad   #pain   #world   #hope   #relationships   #hurt   #healing  

There are so many people who do
and say controversial shit only in order
to gain the public's eye.
Not only on YouTube, take a look at that woman
who goes on Twitter and starts beef
with popular celebrities just so her name is in the news.
Tila Tequila is always posting the most
inappropriate crap, and I'm not talking about tits and booze,
I'm taking about praising Hitler and mass genocide with passion.
Look at basically every successful politician
with the power of swaying the masses with
only a few words - I'm pointing at you Donald Trump.
It's fucking disgusting the lengths people can go
to get publicity, because as they say,
any publicity is good publicity, right? Wrong.
It only works because we
highlight it and glorify it,
people take sides and
the only thing left is a divide.
The only way to really stop this kind of
hate-spreading, fear mongering, classlessness
is to stop talking about them.
To completely shut them out.

But I know that's impossible, because
ridiculous as it sounds, there are going to be
people who agree with them, who will
glorify them and put them on pedestals
for being true to their cause.
So then what can we do?? I guess we continue
talking about it... and the loop goes on.  

Humanity isn't lost, it was never there to begin with.
This is the way of humans, there's always been
the ones like Polandbananas and Tila Tequila and Donald Trump,
and there always will be. But I want to believe
that the number of people with the capacity
to love and begin the change
is greater than the number of people
who are too set in their ways
to be persuade.

I felt like this could work as a spoken word after I finished writing it,
What do you think though?
#love   #world   #facebook   #hope   #rant   #acceptance   #response   #bleak   #comment   #publicity  
Timmy Shanti
Timmy Shanti
2 days ago

Take your broken heart
And make it into art.
Take your shattered dreams
And let them glow and gleam.
Take your darkest fears
And turn them into cheers.
Take this road alone
And make the world your own.

14-18 II 2017

#takeyourbrokenheartandmakeitintoart #donthatecreate #lovepeaceunity
#love   #truth   #peace   #life   #world   #hope   #faith   #alive   #hardship   #unity  
 
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