Philippine terrain? Tree-dotted mountains
and palms against dazzling blue skies
white-hot clouds, carabao
wild grasses in South Asian sunshine
Birdsong and church bells
folktales, legends from ancient hills
and rice paddies mirroring the heavens
Seven thousand one hundred and seven
eyes breaking waves to catch the sun
glimpses of hope – a glory to come
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
Time trickles down rocky faces.
The world is teetering on the edge of existence,
Its mountains sheared and valleys flooded.
She calls out night and day to ears deafened by
The gears of progress,
The clinking of gold,
And the seductive voices of legacy and permanence.
But time trickles down rocky faces,
Wearing away the marks we fought so hard to leave behind...
There are whispers in the wind,
Echoes in the deep dark unknown:
*Only one thing will endure,
Only one thing will not weather.*
They were lightened by kindness;
For a soul once shown love
Always carries a little warmth
Into the coldness of forever.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
Artificial, yet an artisan,
Pontifically partisan,
She raised her eyes to heaven high
And chiseled my heart with steady hands
She carved her own intricate façade,
And painted her mask to earn applaud,
Beneath her father’s right-wing feathers
Brought up to pray to his decreed god
He crowned her with his finest gems
To show her off to all his friends;
Helped her gild herself with gold
An aristocratic wright in the truest sense
“But I specialize in counterfeit,”
She said, as I saw under the definite
And skillful strokes, the expert notches,
A messy sketch yearning to freely acquit
“Then be free,” I said, as she let me in
Her atelier. So I scraped from her skin
The china-doll gloss and regal glitter,
And drained her blue blood of cyan tint
She smiled—the laughter lines made cracks
Through lips of plaster and cheeks of wax
I took the gleaming jewels from her eyes,
And saw new life glimmer in rolling tear tracks
She was a tempest of color, splattered and spilled
A muse incarnate that could not be stilled,
Chaos unveiled, but beautifully alive
With soul redeemed and freedom fulfilled
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
White bigwig owns a black oil rig
Sleeps like a sloth and eats like a pig
For gold will he drill, for gold does he dig
He maps out the world by the gold it can give
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Standing here, in 90-degree land
Where nothing is right
But the drink in my hand
Sweet saving coolness, fine eastern breeze!
I welcome thee warmly,
I welcome you, please
Stand fans may blow this languor away,
But I cannot stand
These bills I must pay
Summer is hot on my heels as I run
Through prickly white sands
– and the daydream is gone
In thick sticky air, seconds trickle and crawl
As sweat from my temples
To the sides of my jaw
The sun's got a fever and my blood could be boiling
I laze inch by inch though my insides are roiling
To be productive in this haze – this hell of a heatwave
But instead I'm in bed, just rotting and spoiling
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
She ruined you in the way
Water erodes rock
And time obscures memory.
She was the gentle fawn
That nestled within your contrived roots,
The soft fog
That embraced your unchanging peaks,
But went away
One season too soon.
Too soon,
She was the comet that shot past
And would only reappear in another lifetime,
The painted lady
That touched upon your concave petals,
And then took flight
One moment too soon.
She ruined you in the way
A woodpecker chips at trees
And watercolor makes inked lines run.
Too close,
You let her come too close,
Until you were tangent lines in an otherwise beautiful work of art.
Somebody had to go.
– so when she left,
She was ruined
In the way human breath
Makes pure water acidic,
And she ruined you
In the way acidic water
Wipes every detail
Off the face of an architectural masterpiece
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Without you he is lost;
His mind searches for an answer,
His thoughts falling into narrow, twisted tunnels
Of what ifs and what should have beens.
Without you his lips are a desert,
And his heart a tundra. To him it is all the same:
Vast, desolate land. A stagnant nothingness,
Haunted by shapeless shadows.
Without you he is betrayed
By the swathes of shimmering stars in the
depths of the cosmos – by the notion
that everything was possible, that the universe was good.
Without you he cannot tell
The difference between human touch
And the searing sensation of a white-hot branding iron.
(Which leaves a mark, and which hurts more?)
Because without you he is lost,
A single alien species floating in the clouds
Above rolling hills and sprawling meadow,
Bone-dry canyons and ancient forests,
And snowy peaks and stormy seas.
Miles above the earth he may find quiet,
But he never will find peace.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
It was a simple mistake but you burned your hands
A step out of time in a synchronized dance, but you
Slid off the edge and into a trap
Because once you're a sinner you can never go back
It was a look at the sun one second too long
A note slightly flat in an almost perfect song, but the
Discord rang out in the depths of fate
And now the damage is done and you're a little too late
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Our dreams are just stardust,
Just handfuls of stardust
Slipping through our fingers
But leaving glitter behind
Our potential is a sea
Vast and bottomless and blue
Just one stroke after another, and
You'll find yourself someplace new
I wish the world would stop turning
For a while, for a moment or two
And we could breathe and smell the flowers
And pretend all our dreams came true
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Silver tried to pilfer a podium of palladium's
"I don't want you next to me," said 4d8 to 4d9
"For the 8th time, for the 9th,
I don't want you next to me," said 4d8 to 4d9
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC