Aloof from reality
People permeate through you
Reach out
Hold it in
You cannot seem to conjure a pure thought
Your troubles engulfing you
The people become elusive
Hello?
Are you there?
But you give no signal
Reassure those who try to reach in
Don't them in
Let's play pretend
That life is ok
That you know me
That I am real
Hello?
Are you there?
Silence is all they hear.

Timothy Brown
Timothy Brown
6 days ago

There are days
Where my body lays
in
a position
reminiscent
of  1991.

Intrinsic: Belonging naturally; essential
©April 13th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
HR Beresford
HR Beresford
Oct 16, 2011

Out into the dark forest
I will go.
I will wait for him,
not patiently,
but I will wait;
at the mouth of an ebony river,
listening to what the Mother has to say.

And out into the thick dark forest
he will go,
hunting for me.
Searching
like my warm breath
on his neck
keeps his heart beating.

From miles away
he will hear me
whisper his name,
my love rippling through the soil.

Leaves will fall
with the trembling of my hands,
just before they rest on his shoulders.

And in the unearthly spotlight
we will be guided
into each others minds,
for there sleeps Salvation.

And we will thrash and thunder
and bang and crash
and Salvation will find us,
too alive
for it's deadly grace.

We will march on,
our hands clasped
with a fierceness nearly flammable,
into oblivion.

ⓒ wordswithmypulse
Indie Rodriguez
Indie Rodriguez
Apr 29, 2013

More valuable than universal affirmation
Of utmost admiration.
There’s nothing worth risking its cessation,
Even in the face of unjust condemnation.

What lies within the deepest regions of my chest
Is my salvation from duress.

Today someone asked me: “If you had the choice between 1. Doing something unforgiveable without anyone ever finding out about it or 2. Having everyone accuse you of something unforgiveable that you didn’t do, what would you choose?”  It’s an interesting question to ponder, the answer changes depending on the severity of the unforgivable act, and whether or not you factor in the actual punishment apart from social acceptance/rejection from “everyone.”  Consider: shop lifting, gossiping about a friend, gossiping about someone whose not necessarily your friend, lying, sleeping around, cheating, stealing a car, bestiality, rape, murder...it’s morbid but revealing.  My conclusion: inner peace is worth way more than social acceptance... but where is that line? (Sorry I haven’t been on here lately.  I have been so busy with a couple of other projects I’ve been working on.  Hope to show you soon )
JMG
JMG
Nov 25, 2010

Sine waves, perpetual motion
Centripetal force, density of the ocean
Associates, Bachelors
Student Ambassadors
Register, register, schedules, grades
Grants and scholarships, tuition is paid
No snooze button, turn off the alarm
Losing some sleep.  It's ok, though, no harm
Friendly teachers and Nazi instructors
Digital logic and semiconductors
Homework, classwork, essays, papers
Last minute class of procrastinators
Get up, get blazed.  'Fore school, 'nutha blunt
High while accepting student of the month
Higher than you, and my grades, too, are higher
How smart would I be if I put out the fire?
Gen. Ed., English, Mathematics, Psychology
Now on to the good stuff, much richer chronology
Top of my class, highest grade in the program
In just a few years, I'll have money in BOTH hands
This hand-to-mouth shit ain't for me
I'm tired of living week-to-week
Broke, tired, and hungry day after day
But when payday comes, it'll be here to stay
You don't have to do as I do
But my feet are too small to fill these big shoes
If you think I can't fill them, then surely you're trippin'
But do whatcha do, cause my burgers need flippin'

JG, November 2010
Nickolas Lawson
May 23, 2010

Interspersed upon the leaves the drops dissipate calling for hate, lust and vileness. Blood, the life of the universe. Falling blue and red and erroneous shades of black. Use some pills, drills, and saws – rip and tear and find the truth hidden inside the beast. What is contained besides the bile, filth and caustic, abrasive  greed?

Oh, fearsome fate will you heed my cry,
To thou'st pray, upon thy knees shall, I.
For shall it'st be 'tis conjuring of fate,
That hath drawn mourn-so many innate,
For upon the  dearest ground shall'st thy knees kiss,
And pray'st the clearance of the beclouding mist,

For to none shall their fate be so written clear,
For to none shall their fate be tell'st to thy ear,
For to none shall their fate be given a'share,
For one to know is only when 'tis draws near.

Oh, greedy self can you pray'st for nothing not,
But grasp what's been given to thy before 'tis a'rot.
And begg'st not to thy knees of her faithful skies,
And race'st to thy moon shall then thy all'st tries,
And fear not the failures as thy'st travel a'fars,
For if we fall, we'st fall upon the very stars.

A poem on the uselessness of worship and prayer and the power of the belief in motivation and drive.
Ambrose Warren Gangel
Nov 8, 2013      Nov 10, 2013

Balancing at the presipice
On life's downward slope
Prentice of success
Ignoring of cues
Enveloped in pain  
Somatic failure

The blow of hindsight  
Faltering expectations
Drenched in fear
Fruition of average

And The Intrinsic Value of Nothingness
Joseph Childress
Joseph Childress
Sep 30, 2010

When I meet the end
Don’t follow in suit
Dress me in a suit
All white
I’m alright
With however many moments
God
Loaned me
To spend
With friends,
And my
Next of kin
In the blend
Of happiness and ignorance
I stand content
Contrary to my obligation
To fall
Before all
Caged in
A casket
Cradled and Casted
Deep
Into the vast void
Of undiscovered
Land

The evidence of decompostion
Doesn’t sit well
With those
In positions
That demand proof
To make use of life

Those who
Make it based on faith
Leave
With a flash
That lasts
Until the last memory
Is played
They hope
The lord
Isn’t as strict
As the script portrays

I believe we are a portrait
There’s only truth
In what we see
The beauty or disgust
Is just
What we perceive
The picture
In actuality
Was painted
By the hands of time
Drawn out
To display

The power of an idea
The strength of a concept
And The Intrinsic Value of Nothingness

 
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