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eliza t Jan 2015
calm and
fast-flowing but
unsuspecting of the
sudden drop, where it tumbles--
with its glorious white
droplets of pure
life, soon to be immersed
in darkness,
uniformity,
among the others
who've broken,
fallen,
before it.
and they all mend as one--
as the river,
still moving speedily along
but faster, with the memory
of free fall
Felicity Smoak Jan 2015
I wanna be forever.  
I wanna be free.
I wanna be fluid.

free, forever, fluid.

I wanna swim with dolphins and
sharks
and breathe the water.

free, forever, fluid.

I wanna speak with lizards and
dragons
and breathe the fire.

free, forever, fluid.

I wanna die peacefully once and
twice
and breathe the air again.

free, forever, fluid.

I wanna keep my spirit and
my soul
and breathe the life again.

free, forever, fluid.

I wanna live with the vampires and
werewolves
and breathe the mischief again.

I wanna keep my life free and
flowing
and breathe you in again.

free, forever, fluid.

what happens when I leave this earth
and I can't breathe anymore
I can't handle the thought
that this is all there is.

one life.
one chance.
one body.
one mind.
one soul.
one spirit.
one life.
one chance.
one body.
one mind.
one soul.
one spirit.

one

is too little.

f.m.s.
I don't wanna leave my soul on this earth in this body. There's so much more to do.
Just Melz Jan 2015
I'm laying my ragged twisted
       insides in the ground
   Mourning the death
           As if my soul has gone to hell
    And my heart
             Has died slowly
      And painfully
   But my body
         Is still here
   But hollow and black
        Through and though
Just flowing through
         The paces
   Just waiting for **death
Tatiana Jan 2015
Pain is like water
increasing the pressure inside a can
with a tightly closed lid.
It keeps building and building
the force of the water is getting stronger
then it explodes.
The lid flies off and the water flows out,
but that's not the end.
The water keeps spreading
and you can't put a lid on it
or it will burst again.
You have to let the water run its course,
allow yourself to feel it wash over you.
Then when it is time,
the water will drain away
and you can finally put the lid back on the can.
Javaria Waseem Jan 2015
By the great river of Indus, I sit all alone
As I try to find the answers in my own reflection.
Can these waves guide me to my destination?
I can't turn back; I am far away from home.
The ripples are forming just by throwing of a stone.
Will I ever find my salvation?
I envy the birds that can fly without any hesitation.
Oh the great river of Indus! I am all alone.

The soft breeze of the water whispers a song
As if it had heard every word that I said
Or is it just an illusion in my head?
I don't know but the river understands me.
The journey of the great Indus is indeed long.
So I'll just sink down silently.
My first attempt at a Petrachan Sonnet.
Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
Adapted from pg. 571 of Alcoholics Anonymous, 4th Edition

The Black Swan Sanctuary will become a unique and highly successful approach to that age-old public health and social problem, following the crowd... In emphasizing Black Swanism as an integral component of the human genome, the social stigma associated with this condition will be blotted out... "Historians may one day recognize (BSS) to have been a great venture in social pioneering which forged a new instrument for social action; a new therapy based on the kinship  of common suffering; on having a vast potential for the myriad of ills of (hu)mankind."
Adapted 1 July 2011 while in ceremony

Excerpted from Black Swan theory Wikipedia page:

The phrase "black swan" derives from a Latin expression; its oldest known occurrence is the poet Juvenal's characterization of something being "rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno" ("a rare bird in the lands, very much like a black swan"; 6.165).[4] In English, when the phrase was coined, the black swan was presumed not to exist. The importance of the simile lies in its analogy to the fragility of any system of thought. A set of conclusions is potentially undone once any of its fundamental postulates is disproved. In this case, the observation of a single black swan would be the undoing of the phrase's underlying logic, as well as any reasoning that followed from that underlying logic.

Juvenal's phrase was a common expression in 16th century London as a statement of impossibility. The London expression derives from the Old World presumption that all swans must be white because all historical records of swans reported that they had white feathers.[5] In that context, a black swan was impossible or at least nonexistent. After Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh discovered black swans in Western Australia in 1697,[6] the term metamorphosed to connote that a perceived impossibility might later be disproven. Taleb notes that in the 19th century John Stuart Millused the black swan logical fallacy as a new term to identify falsification.[7]

http://www.reddit.com/r/blackswansanctuary
DIANA Sep 2014
Stream flowing to the  river,
river flowing  to the ocean,


O, the flowing river, let me also take with you
I don't wanna get with my life's misery.
O,  please,
I wanna bath with the vivid colors ,
I wanna dance , I wanna sing, I wanna smile.

O, the great ocean ,
I wanna get immerged with life's journey,
Please guide me.
time flows like an uninterrupted stream
building steam and crescendoing into
a raging river

instead of flowing against it, I try to be
like a leaf flowing with it instead of
fighting the current

sometimes I am caught in an eddy and
time stands still as I wind in circles
until I'm off again

I can't always see the larger picture,
but when I am centered in a loving Divine Presence
then I remember I am flowing to the Great Ocean

Each hour is precious and a chance to open up,
so I may move closer to the greater whole
a destination I can't even imagine
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