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 Nov 2014 DSD
Malintha Perera
it came on
breaking the sultry skies
clouds faltered and fell
from the frozen screen
the earth caught its breath
was holding it......
wind evaporated
dew drops in the burning noon.

***** of birds wings
were my heart beat
each movement
a slow dance in a white mist.

trees were dark saints
with closed eyes and their roots
in a posture so still
yet, i could hear the vibration
of the leaves.... threading the silence
beads along a long necklace.

the sound of lucid pearls
against each other  
expanded its arms wide across
over and on
and trembled
in my ear.
 Nov 2014 DSD
fear the unknown
I know she's there inside of me
and how she makes a scene,
    just when I see you with her,
         I turn a little green.
All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
 Nov 2014 DSD
BB Tyler
mind of Mind,
so subtle
as to be
illusory.

heart of Heart,
so immersed
as to be
hidden.

Heart-Mind      Human,
the Mesocosm,
Here.

**** and ****
visceral,
blood and love-making,
eating,
sleeping,
breathing...

Here we are.

Observing
the landscape
the artist
including
her-
self.
Don't discriminate
Just don't do it
All it is, is hate
Hate is made out of other hate
and hate only fuels more hatred
You pour gasoline on a blaze of loathing
with every discriminatory comment you make
It doesn't matter
if they have done something you believe is wrong
because you have done many things that are wrong too
it is not for you to judge
so black white brown both or polka dotted for all I care
gay les straight bi or into adhesive sloths (we adhesified furry little sloths need a little love too)
man or woman or sloth
punk emo crazy nerdy weird loser REALLY weird bookworm or literal worm sloth or adhesive sloths (like me)
nature freak or homebody
axe murderer or a cereal killer or a cheerio killer
it does not matter who or what they are
they are all human too. or all sloths. that too.
Just don't discriminate
and share the slothified love of adhesiveness
accept everyone as they are
even if they hang from trees and move in slow motion all day like me
even if they are rocks
because rocks are great
in fact this one time, I found this rock and man, it was absolutely hilarious it should have been a stand up comedian
okay well not a STAND UP comedian, because I mean... rocks can't actually stand up... but like a really hard and Sedimentary roundish stone shaped sit down (well more like lay around like a rock all day) comedian
Wait, what was I talking about?
oh right, don't discriminate!! :)
against other humans or other sloths.
or adhesive sloths.

...I'm not crazy! my mother sloth had me tested!
yeah, I kind of need a life. I've lost a lot of brain cells falling out of my tree when I confuse my arm with a tree branch, grab it and almost fall to my death... anyway, hope the underlying message here gets across.
lots of love to the adhesive sloths out there! repost if you are an adhesive sloth lover!!!
 Nov 2014 DSD
Malintha Perera
Blood moon
dripping with solitude
each pore a mossy mole.

The backdrop transparent
blue waters
molecules of sand
at the hollow
sunken eyes.

Waves throw against
artery edges
a rising tide climbs high.

I’m still
in my solitary vessel
eyelids apart
the blood of life
crawling in my veins.
 Nov 2014 DSD
darling iridescence
abandoned at the alter--
or just abandoned.
I have nothing to hold on to
except the tatters
of this deceased
laced satin, this crumpled
veil, covering hope and covering light.
one shoe, its matching partner had scuffs to
begin with--what a fraud.
white is supposed to be the color of new beginnings
and black is for funerals--
but I guess white is the new black,
I'm left to fend by myself, nothing
to celebrate--
the cake was too pretty to be eaten
anyway.

and don't you know it,
we're all in our wedding dresses,
looking abstractly at broken watches,
dust-filled corners,
waiting for the groom
that will never
come.
how hopeless
 Nov 2014 DSD
rafsan
twice a week
 Nov 2014 DSD
rafsan
hey baby,
today it is not honeydew or guava or anything,
today i met someone new,

the taste of her is a little bit spicy,
and i don't know if my heart liked her or not.
or whether it sunk deep as
quicksand pulling me down
as it did with you.

but i am sure that it does if it is you, baby.
for my love for you is within lunacy.


to hold those small hands
to watch those eyes blink
to see those happy smiles
to hear that voice

of yours, all of yours.
forced insanity to consume me, deeply, but not too deep.


baby,
two weeks ain't enough for every seconds I wish you're here.
for every seconds I wish you're here,
i wish you're here.

I truly wish and i'll never stop wishing.
will you ever meet me again? everyday for I wish you will.
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