I don't know who I am, what I am, where I've been
These memories are coming as if through sludge
Dedication to the planned obsolescence of our lives
Burn bright to burn out quick
Before they see what we've done here
There's a face haunting me with no name I can trace
Bright red lips just begging me to remember the taste
Death's sitting on her shoulder head shaking in disgrace
I guess it's alright to forget we're part of the human race
And just focus on the fact we're so full of hate
Racing to the end of the hall where I remember the fall
No stairs to meet my descent I tumble like a bouncing ball
Dust off my knees I'm sure I was wrong you seemed so pleased
As my broken bones sink into the mud at my feet
I'll see if I can find a place where we can meet
In tired moment we'll hold ourselves close
Clinging to memories that might not even be real
I don't remember anymore if I forgot
The silence in this embrace is haunting
Why can't I remember your face.
There is nothing more heinous or gravid a crime than the death of the human soul and spirit killed by another, save for it being killed and the body left to roam this earth. ..
Here we are again.
At the insides of my conscious identity.
This wholly human entity.
The ever growing obscenity,
that helixes off into infinity.
The voice of a thousand
concentrated into two or three pounds
of intoxicating intelligence.
the utter lack of brilliance overtakes us.
I know I tend to ramble but
I wish I took the gamble.
Return me to the stage
when I first studied the dance.
I never found the gold
at the end of a rainbow
but I'd gladly try another chance.
Well, to be so bold,
even if I did
I’d still think it a shame so
I suppose that its better off I slept it off.
You know, bro?
The twilight speaks of greater
Greatness, for your spirit soars
Across the horizons of life and
The living--- leaving an era of
Idealized legacy of redeemed
Human equality and possibility.
The indomitable soul you once
Wore under your colored skin
Fuels our aspirations for a better
World of kaleidoscope of faces,
Races, and happiness. Nelson,
Now that you have entered
The narrow door of immortality,
Let our tears be a vindication to
Your ideals of freedom and
Democracy. Rest in His peace
Our dear old man. For the world
You toiled to change is now our burden
Just as how we are burdened with
Your humility and humanity.
University of the Philippines--Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
December 6, 2013
I tried to be a girl today
Painted my nails red and blue so I’d stop biting them
Tried to be pretty
With unbrushed hair and acne and calloused fingers
The nail polish chipped off and I peeled it away
My hands wreck the paint in place, what I paint ends up beyond the lines of my hand, its everywhere, its ugly, Its suffocating, I take it off
I want to say its a metaphor
Something about how I cant cover up what I am with pretty colors and shiny surfaces
It’s got to be indicative of future and past behavior about how I mess up preconcieved ideas or something about how I break the molds that others try to put me in
It happens every time
It smudges, fingerprint, grooves imprinting the paint with traces that I am there
Breaking the construct of beauty
I feel I cant say its anything more than smudged paint, despite how true the metaphors would be
Nothing more honest than the disfigured coverup and what lies beneath
I tried to be human today
Felt alien in my own skin
Wounded as I fought the judgement of a species I don't feel I belong to.
According to my mother I am an enemy of God for finding a temporary yet more beautiful love with her than I’ve found with a man.
I tried to be who you wanted, it never worked then, its naive to expect it to work now.
The mold that was cast does not, has not ever fit me.
I’d apologize for failing your expectations however there's no apologizing for finding solace amidst the storm.
My droopy eyelids ach as if I saw the sight of the sun,
Walking silently, but swiftly; motionlessly into her arms
I hear the fragile air passing through her lungs
I feel the delicate pulse of her neck
The fragile but weak heart beat; beating down the seconds
I thought I felt nothing
Thinking it would only satisfy my cravings
as her life slowly became mine I dared not to look
But her faint smile overwhelmed me
The sweet sanguine fluid flowing down her body
Onto my lips
The only time I feel alive again is in this moment
Until my cravings are gone and the despair numbs me once more
Her vision distorts me from her sight
Not knowing who she is or why she let me gaze upon
Her image, but it's one image I will never forget
For each second I felt her neck
The first time I felt my heart
And for each pulse I felt
The more human I became.
Shadows fell at eight fifteen.
Shadow of a 'little boy'
As if a camera exploded.
Flash it went.
Pagoda tall standing, once upon a time.
A desecrated ground, unholy.
No fiery fairy tale in this place.
Eerily sensations surround.
Destructive force hit home.
No eagles fly.
In this eerie place.
A silent world sleeps.
As mother weeps.
Not by choice.
Living screams a revelation.
A human created Armageddon.
Piles of smoke seen at the scene of evil.
Mega-mushroom killed the skies.
Most of humankind in this land felt its force.
Death as it cruised it's certain course
One or few.
The activity of war.
Revenge bit back.
Buried deep in the victim's skin.
And still the fever grew.
Under skin of souls.
Severe pain as landscape diffused into the land.
Creature of the bomb demonic.
Silhouetted dead men.
Painted standing structures.
Such sickness in a place laced with fractured glass.
Ultimate act of war.
Bring on power of peace.
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Hibakusha means "affected people" (Reference Wilkepedia..6/12/2013).
What is Love?
I'm not talking about
What she wears Above
Low cut shirts
And tight fitted jeans.
Just to use what's In-between
But what she says.
But it's how we show it
Is always defined,
by a persons Action
Not two people that have
Two people that have,
reason to Believe
The people who show no
I love you soo much Click
Lets see what you're wearing above Click
A couple with
So we both have more,
to talk about.
"What are you doing tomorrow"
"How did your day go?"
Because we all have to borrow,
we're all in debt for the time
In our lives.
And that -First time smile-
Where cheeks are turned,
hearts are burned.
With the same response
"It took you a while"
It takes the right person
To take just a while
To see if smiles aren't
Fake to see if they don't.
Shatter and Break.
A kiss is the biggest,
It means I'm defeated
It means I'm the weakest
Because it has more meaning
Than the greatness
Of just locking lips?
Do you see, what I'm Seeing?
See because were Free
And not just
But we have Free
Reason to Speak
And it gives us Free
I Love You
Are chucked in to the wild
And used soo freely
Would make a person melt
The feelings are warm.
They feel soo familiar
So be careful how they're used
because the words also kill
Are they Free now?
With jewels, clothes, and
materialistic things don't
Bring the Love she brings to me.
"I've been broke(n) all my life"
All the points
Point you in the right direction
For Success to Succeed
This is Reality
what can god read to make him feel more human? then there’s this about how the nose and ears never stop growing. I can believe it because at desks even so calm some seem to be cowering. then you have an accepting friend and I have mine and they kiss in pockets of sadness sidestepped by tomboys who have their own issues like frogs. point wildly. it’s not a shame beauty fucked-up. I look sometimes like a different baby.
Nina, your name is like purple sparks in the dim darkness
your sonorous croaky voice solaced and encouraged some of women
those few who remained be slaves of love.
blues in your veins would ever wake any of desperate soul
to resist, to fight, to be proud and not forget to love
when misery take possession over the life
Nina, your realm was soulmusic, but in your oeuvre you was certainly punk,
you are one, you used to live the fate of hundred different abused women
while you kept your spine straight and your chin up,
your torch havent marred by any circumstance
magnificent mystery in your simple words
making high, making dream, making hope
not ever giving up and preserves from suicide
how many of your admirers melt in tenderness and getting touph
anytime when they listened pirate jenny or missisipi godamm
your trace in the music is eternal
like magnum opuses of Byron and Dickenson
your life was troubled, often you was stiff numb
during your listener felt your feelings and never seen your cry
sophisticated woman, dark and shiny
you left us priceless heritage
i love you i miss you,
your voice ever stand me by when it tight to survive
you taught me the magic and power of human love