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Tyranny was among laity
with grit in societal gain
a taste of luxury detained
might blast it perpetually again  
and virtually waiting in awe
made nothing of superfluous jaws
while the maker ought crack his boos
into numismatic desire
and a depository of living proof
tonight we could tract the lore.
My heart aches, to beat with the flow of time eternal. Not to count the seconds, but to know the passing. Death is only the beginning; life is only the moment. Pain unites them both. Pain severs, connects and furthermore brings balance to the lack of such. Heaven, a transcendent paradise above our placid river of life. Hell, the fire below our feet, churning the sands; boiling the water; raising the winds.

The earth aches, for at its core burns a love deeper than all the vast pools of knowledge itself. We overcome fear, to wade into the waters; to see beyond depth and know once again that time is master. Patience is key. Servitude is silence.

Rebellion is wrath. War is wrought from age. Age, an agent of time. Slowly stripping away all we are, until the flesh we know, is nothing but food for the ages to come. Time feeds on the worrier. War feeds on the warrior. Death feeds upon the devoted; ignorant of time and its tick, ******* the happiness out of the unknown. Positive presence is a blessing. Negative nihilism is a weight.

Be free of it. Be free of greed for gold and bottomless wonder.
Time, are the steps we make between seasons. Agents of peace.
The silence of space can never break its chains. Life is the same.
You ever looked at something you did and wondered, "How did I do that?" I get that feeling when I look at this. It's like it lights a fire in my soul and makes me believe in things I once forgot.
I wrote this as a Facebook post on this day in 2011 (5 years ago), and though time is a distance vaster than a thousand worlds, I can traverse it in a single memory.

Anyway, enjoy!

DEW
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
Graff1980
I am the bed you fall into
Soft mattress that gives in for you
The covers that wrap you up
Like a tasty burrito
But I won’t eat you
Unless you want me to
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
LaserHalo
Is this delusion?,
Is this real?
Is Mother Earth Speaking?

All the trees and leaves,
All the rocks and the oceans,
They seem to know me,
They seem to guide me.
They are singing,
They are crying,
They are dancing,

Polished thoughts,
Sharper edge,
It's faster and slower,
Darker and lighter,
I ventured in,
I looked, deep within,
It is perched underneath,
Buried in the eye,
Is hate present?
When love is around,
Is your life worth,
When death is at your door?
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
Graff1980
I quit
Cause you are not worth
The sea of salted tears
That spill
Assaulting me
You are not worth
The red elixir
That feeds
Your distorted
Vampire needs

I retire
Before my will expires
Because I am tired
Of seeing spires
Of factories
Smoking pollutants
Choking all humans

I am through
With claiming
That the truth
Will set us free
When all I see
Is a bubonic plague
Festering and growing
Tumorous cities
Of infinite stupidity

I am finished
There is not enough spinach
To Popeye my way out
So I exit stage
Flesh and rage
Pull back those skin pages
That life was written on
Letting strangers carryon
As the carrions come
To devour me

Cause I am ******* done
I wrote this in August, cause I saw this coming. Now I am rather apathetic.
Live and learn
Enrich and grow
Edify yourself
And go with the flow
Brighten your horizons
Fill your heart with happiness
Build your inner strength
Continue to be blessed
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