#reblog
I've always seem myself as
the empath,; the savior;
the bandage on the wound.
Until now, this careful heart
has set aside and ignored
that to which it's attuned.
For the savior has turned
foe, and the bandage ripped
clean off of bloodied skin.
It couldn't be chance,
nor accidental, because
I know that I'll do it again.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
I've never been one for burning bridges.
Every time I've tried,
I rebuild to watch it crumple again.
The ashes aren't as strong as the cinder
used the very first time.
But, if I'm honest,
the fragility makes the spiral
much more meaningful.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
The frosty morning
caresses the summer-kissed lake
while the fish dance below the waves.
The harvest's breeze
tickles the fingers of the Oak.
How beautiful, the romantic
gestures of an autumn morning.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
this is questionable
what about the other table?
do they have anything on sale?
hmmmmm...
what do they sell?
will it interest me?
do they accept debit?
i am only 12
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
A demon masquerading
as the almighty dollar;
she is cunning,
and she is tricky.
She is beguiling,
and she is illusory.
Deceitful and avaricious,
yet believers follow
aimlessly. To have her
in your possession is
nothing like how it
feels to be stripped of her.
Those who succumb to
her seduction are granted
luxury and leisure;
the pledge to idolize
her mindlessly is
engraved into our brains.
Indigence, starvation;
the deprivation of the
green goddess is malicious.
Free yourselves from the hold
she has on you; from the
worldly power she possesses.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Its been a while since I've felt love.
Truthfully the love and affection I had for you has faded.
My thoughts are racing. You're the only one I truly wanna be with, but I can't because I'm numb and can't feel anything anymore. Maybe one day we can start over and have the sparks that we once felt in our relationship.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
There was sweat on my brow,
beads of them as I approached her.
I was a young man, still green.
She was a mature woman
like the long blades grow free
in the lush of nature.
My hand in hers
she took me
into her warmth.
Nervous, shy
you could hear
grass grow
in the quiet
of my fear
in the silence
of my lust.
I knew nothing.
As we rolled in the dew of ***
as I fumbled and groped,
I
in some instinctive wisdom
entrusted myself fully to her.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
I just wish you were here with me
So my loneliness could just fade away
I just want to be happy with you
I just wanna show you off
You're just a work of art
Wanted by collectors to exhibit
I was merely an artist
That appreciated this work of art
Can we just.....
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable
Something like, your mind
I'm stimulated by your kind
Because thought processes excite me
Deep and Wet with the waters of critical analytical thinking
Flowing like the rivers of time
Can I gently caress your intellect?
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
the feelings that I have for her are so strong, or is it just lust that's flooding my eyes.
making me tell those her those lies as I right these weak *** lines.
the lust I imagined was beyond imagination. I imagined us just making love non-stop.
I finally woke up and realized it was lust that basically flooded my eyes.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
I just wanna see you again;
I just wanna hear you once more;
You left me all alone in this cold world;
I miss you;
I have sleepless nights with you on my mind;
At dreary hours of the morning I would cry realizing that we'll never be together;
That's the worst of all;
Why can't we just be happy together?
Why are you scared?
Don't be scared nor worried;
I'll treasure you because you're just a valuable piece of art that hasn't been collected as yet;
I wanna make you happy;
See your beautiful smile;
See your golden heart;
I wanna know that you're happy;
I wanna go into deep conversations with you at night;
I want us to talk about life;
Maybe just maybe you can have a different perspective;
You gotta realize I love you and I'm not gonna let you go.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Let this trend please, like it, share it, send it to collections, its Edgar allen poe.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=08_cqtFLQ3c
Please watch the more views I get the better chance I have to win the 1500$ prize, or audience choice, I hope I can at least be a finalist and walk away with 200$ because this is one of my favorite poems, and Its Edgar allen poe so this is related enough to share, also If I am the winner audience choice or finalist I will get featured on larger poetry sites, for my video but that can also help with my poems and soon to come movement. So please do me a favor!
if your into making videos check out www.projected.com because winning prizes are 1000$ or more, and finalist get 200$ so why not even try if you're just getting into the video making thing, you could earn money for equipment and other stuff you may need. its also all about getting people to read again, so they do have poetry challenges for more money because for the obvious reason those are more important than books.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
hello.
my name is Catherine but I go by cat.
I make videos, and help out a lot with audio for others,
but I have never recorder one of my own poems.
So, this sounds kinda odd,
But I'd love it if someone could maybe help me find a few good poems,
That I wrote,
To record and upload.
Just audio for now,
I'd also be very open to those ideas for an actual video to go with it,
but I'd like for people to of helped from this site,
And I'll give credit-shout outs,
to everyone who helped,
even in a little way.
Thank you.
-Cat c: :3
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
[PART ONE]
xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized
so many times on so many blogs
tween blogs to republican blogs
to blogs in Russia and
blogs no one ever scrolls though...
original content is prey
but I have a warning for they:
overrated, over-shared
content aggregators beware
the lines you swap can
rot and ware
the World Wide Web
does not care.
[PART TWO]
original content
original contests
original continent
original controversy
original coordination between strangers
original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything
[COMMENTARY]
original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such.
[PART THREE]
original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable
original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality
original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards
original grammar they learned in school
original money their gov't printed
original content they re-post
original refried beans
original content
orginal contet
ogrinal cotent
ognal ctt
oc
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC