And were it not for the sun
would there be dream?
Would cloud cry upon the day?
I would find, you and I, slavishly cuddled ‘round dragon breath
and every sight would be for sore eyes, lest they be blind.
Every man would be a beggar.
Children cackle in the dark.
Women, free of childbirth, are instead consumed by the world.
Without the sun there is no age.
We are what we haven’t chosen to be.
This is what I see when you’re not with me.
Emptiness separating reality from understanding.
And I call to you.
And I call to you.
And I scream for you!
And I boil alive in the broth, my own anger...
Whatever I can cook up to feed the hunger that you inspire.
But
a peace shatters the storm.
A shaft of light jousts the gloom like heavenly charioteer.
What else could it be?
It is you, so long as you shine for me.

Philosophy Giants  

So here we are motley crew of Facebook writers
We rattle our cages spew our anger on the Persian rug-
In our imagination- but, in reality, spew against the wall
Of an Indian restaurant staying open late
Catching any passing trade.
We think we are so clever expressing words with flourish
While we are on dimly referring to Nietzsche, a man
So scrupulous he thought truth was his domain, and we
Refer to this man from the safety of our democracy.
The books we read,
pulling us in the different direction
seeking our ear till we think they speak the truth
“Let God be dead” in the philosopher’s day so daring.
Philosophy is only needed for those who can't let
Go, the end of life means nothingness.

Stop killing your daughter,
In the name of honor killing,
Honor,
Which you never feel for her,
So how could she shatter,
That which you never possess!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

The innocence of imagery day dreams
Washing out within the days
Something precious
memory will store
When we don't act
or play like that
no more
Expression on our face
warmth had brought
A chill to our heart
because
Innocence's is gone
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone...

Stranger things
are me
Making everything
that I see
different
from you to I
We are strangers
with no true sense of time
I day dream
of stranger things
than me-
Like you

Eyes see vividly
Words spoken soft to me
Feelings react unintentionally
Lies surface from what you speak
Lingers around to fill your greed

Silent sheep sleep
Among each other in peace
Good or Evil
It'll combined us so we're equal

Good eyes lie in silence
Evil sheep-vividly surface