#summary
these the words of V.B.
~~~
I have no access
to the billionaires’ research
to make the body live ever longer.
but I do have
what the artist Agam*,
isolated as my heritage’s,
pill of vibrancy, an
in~nate, planted deep,
self funding!
decked with my core genetics,
my DNA,
my imprinted history,
tales of horror and rescue
dating from the middle ages;
this ****** my carat creativity,
knowing very few appreciate
my eclectic, acquired taste,
that simply is to everyone’s
tastes, senses, & sensibility,
to the
right of a little crazy!
this I understand
and debate it not;
but Agam, reminds
of the foundational
who and why my
soul, is only satisfied,
when I can create
new word combinations
it is as if god’s:
comma, dementia of moral commandment
to pray three times daily,
is met, satisfied not in the way
prescribed, but instead,
pro~scribed in my thrice daily
poems aborning, each a
confirming rebirthing inimitable!
even if my voice, lost among in a million voices,
he reminds me, that I am of,
when he recites:
“When I look around at my works, what I see is beyond the pieces themselves,” said Agam. “I turn my head and see something different. Everything changes here. That’s the reality. Reality in other art is set and narrow, and here it isn’t — it’s open, and it changes and brings you closer to seeing the reality of Hebrew and Judaism.”
“Agam wasn’t much of a student and would run away from school to the beach of Rishon Lezion’s dunes, back when the shifting hillocks of sand were a visible part of the landscape.
It was there that Agam noticed how the wind changed the dunes’ shapes, making them look different at all times.
That wind was the source of his inspiration, and he ascribed it to the Torah, saying God created the dunes and humans, who can also create.”
“The reality is what shifts, and that’s to open your thoughts and creativity and understanding and expression of the reality
in another way,”
so got to go forth
and do the summary commandment,
create!
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
one month in and
I do wish you could
see what I see
feel what I feel
so I would not have to
create the words
thirteen months in and
I do think you could
see what I mean
feel what I say
so I shouldn't have to
create the words
seven months later and
I did know you couldn't
see what I saw
feel what I felt
so I shouldn't have
created the words
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC
people getting traumas left n right,
good ones leaving the fight...
if love is worth it,
why is everyone in spite?
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:48 AM UTC
Like post-it notes,
upon a yearbooks page.
Hand scrawled summaries,
of the important bits.
Faces, places, names,
happiness and sadness,
loves and passions,
hurts and pain.
Tattered but treasured remnants,
that taught me, that made me.
They fashioned me,
and completed my design.
All duly noted and stored,
and learned for good or ill.
These are my memories,
they are both me and mine.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
It's easier to say I'm fine, just tired
As if my reply was a movie
Cutting out the details and generalizing
In a way, not giving the whole story
Read me to know more
Though it may be long and tedious
Only for the people who want more
Who will love me more serious
When I say I'm tired
I am tired of life
So when I become more distant
I'm just trying to survive
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
by: MissPine
Once touched by a fairytale's immense,
But rather be hostile and the truth I sense.
Things happened, both fun and intense,
Yet I stayed low for life has always a hence.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Understand and know me
not just by reading
the summary and the prologue.
Read all the chapters
until the last period
where I bared my heart.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Let me tell you a thought
If you knew that I am caught.
Tell the judge to announce, guilty.
So I can reciprocate honesty.
Every single day inside the cell,
Innocence will lead you to hell.
While you still have the cure,
Love will win to keep you pure.
Close to the white color of clouds,
You will hear the wonderful sounds.
Like a choir of angels.
Smooth and bangles.
But I woke up with hunger, miracle!
I had a shortcut to get closer obstacle.
With a smell of medicines surrounds me,
I will always wish for the stars free.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
.
..
...
where are the words i want to say?
just like you and i they're changing everyday
its hard to capture in a phrase
every time i try it seems to slip away
a pieced-together sentiment so unrefined
effortless distraction from what's left behind
through requiems and lullabies
first hello's and hard goodbyes
can I say "i love you"
any more than it implies?
if not then let the silence summarize
...
..
.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
I tried to be,
“AND”,
What connects.
She choose to be
“BUT”,
What clauses.
Then,
Nothing mattered.
In unison
We pointed destiny,
A Scapegoat.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
C old & cool
A iry & abuzz
N atural & noble
A ppetizing & appealing
D angerous & dandy
A muck & AWESOME
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
It felt wrong to have attention when all i wanted was space
It felt wrong to look in the mirror
And see my hated face
To know the thoughts that lie behind
To hate, to love to waste my time
There was no meaning and so i cried
Because why the **** am i still alive?
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
How crazy my life is???
At First
I loved you
Like nothing,
You were there all day
Running through my mind
And I have gone through
Trillions of tears
Falling from my eye
All yearning for You...
But
You never felt my pain
You just ignored
The fact that
You Love me
And said
You never gonna love me
And then
Suddenly one day
You disappeared
From my lonely life
and surprisingly
I didn't cry for you
Instead I consoled my self
That I didn't lose anything
In my life,
And if there's anyone
to lose Because of this,
It's none other than
But
Deep inside my heart
I secretly hoped
For you to come back to me
And finally
After two months
Of your disappearance
You came back to me,
I didn't knew
What to say or what to do
You were completely
A changed person,
You said that
You are coming
To see me,
Then I felt that
You really missed me,
You wanted me to choose
The colour of your shirt
That you are going to wear
When you are coming to see me,
Then I felt you need me,
You asked what I want
From you, so that you could buy it
And come when you are coming
To see me,
Then I felt that
You really love me
This is not so you
I knew the person
I loved very well
He had gone
And this same person
Who came back
Was completely different....
If I were the girl
Who loved you crazily
I would have cried
And might have said
Those hurting words
"I love you"
But
Your ignorance have
Changed me completely
That I don't know
What to do
That you are here
And I don't want
To utter those cupid words
As I'm not ready
For another heart break
Because
I couldn't find any valid piece
Of my heart
The first and the last time
You chartered and chopped it
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
it started early 2012 in the late afternoon
some girl told him she liked him he said 'i love you too'
i opened cutlery drawers trying to find a knife
and i spent the whole night wanting to end my life.
this went on for some months and then i lost my appetite
i couldnt stop the voices, what im thinking wasn't right.
but, two years on here i stand
wounds all healed but they still hurt, oh man...
you see there's some strength i found
think it belonged to someone else
i sat and drank it on my own
watching all the other girls
i felt it coursing through my veins but
everything, it felt the same
this numbness in the pain - i'm so tired of this game
but, two years on here i stand,
i'm still not 6 feet in the ground
my head it hurts but earlier on i found these great pills
you see i met this girl sometime you see her head it was a mess
and her body, so so small, it weighed a lot less
than my leg, my anything but she isn't here anymore
i'll read her little note, i've read it 16 times before
'simple things might be a chore, like breathing, showering and feeding,
but i simply don't have energy, and right now, i am bleeding.
depression comes with a knife but all i have is this spoon'
then she looked into the sky and whispered 'nana, i'll see you soon'
not much later mother walked in and there, she was found
and now she's sleeping happily, deep under the ground
this isn't right, for anyone
she should be out having fun
smiling, spinning in the sun
but, i guess, life isn't for everyone
i think im lucky, think God loves me
cause i thought that i would die,
told myself i wasn't worth it but that was a ******* lie
because three years on, here i stand
i love myself, i love me cause i can
i think you should love yourself too
with your pretty little eyes the shades of blue
your hands are shaking, mine are too
but please, hold on i promise you, that i will hold you,
help you as much as i can. but its a one-man battle and i can only pick up pieces
i need to call someone for help, God i hope someone can reach us
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC