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Trevon Haywood May 2016
First we'll use Spahn
then we'll use Sain
Then an off day
followed by rain
Back will come Spahn
followed by Sain
And followed
we hope
by two days of rain.

Gerald V. Hern. 5/8/2016.
AUGUST Oct 2018
digdi sa eskwelahan igwa nin mga pakawat
sa kada estudyante, gabos naghuhurulat
kun sain sinda pwede makaintra
para mailuwas an saindang talento asin makakaya

ano man an gibuon gabos patarabang-tabang
nagkikiwa lang, sin pensar an kapagalan
ano man an  gibuon gabos may pagkasararo
maski pa an lakawon grabe kaharayo, dai nin suko

kun paghihilingon garo man an sa tunay na buhay
kun iisipon maski pagal bawal an magpahuway
laban lang asin dai magpadaog
patunayan kun nano kita kakusog

an kawat garo an buhay sa kinab-an
kaipuhan kusogan an  boot asin dai panluyahan
girumdumon an kada hiwag laogan nin pagkamoot
magtubod tanganing an satong pangaturogan maabot

sa pagtarabangan, igwa pa da sin dai kaya?
ayaw kahadit kay uya kami, siya, ikaw asin ako,
uya KITA!
sarong boot, sarong misyon, sararo kirita
an gabos sa kinaban kakayanon ta.
raquezha Jun 2018
Minsan mayo naman rason para magpadagos,
Iyo ito an perpektong rason para maghali.
An pagpili kan bago na agihan,
iyo lang an kaipuhan para kita magtalubo.

Kun ika nasasakitan sa saimong buhay,
asin namamati mo an kagabatan kan mga desisyon:
Lakaw pasiring sa too kun sain mayong totoo,
asin sa wala kun sain gabos winalat na.

Tandaan mo na maski magsain ka,
o kun sain man na bulod an gusto mo na sakaton.
Kun maabot mo an gusto mo, o makuha an gabos na pinagarap mo.
Mayo yan kun dae mo maapresyar an inagihan mo.

- Kaniguan ni Carina (hali saiyang tula Journey to happiness)
- Pig translate pasiring bikol ni Jan Celada
C X Rutledge Dec 2014
Here I am, drunk again.
So long friend.
I can't recall how many times I tried to reach you. Or how many time my student became the teacher, but I'm drunk again.
Remember all those bottles left unshared.
Got my brain in a snare.
Remember how I tried to care? But I'm drunk again.
Tip the top til it topples over, this stables staggering, are we sure it's sober?
No, no, November was waiting but we're still just debating. Am I drunk again?
Killed you with water, drownd you with tomorrow's sorrow.
But we're you listening?
This fires raging but still contained. I promised I'd stay sain, if only to show you.
If only to hold you.
If only I was sober.
If only you would stop smoking those sick clovers.
But I'm drunk again.
So long friend.
Drunk :p
Keone L Friesen Dec 2013
Oh young barret of the night. Who steals from the dreams of lost sain children like Moloch. The decrypted white house was nothing but A sanctuary for degenerates. the man… MAD… MAD was the man MAD, was the house, MAD were the claimers, MAD were the slaves to the slick but king of so called glam MAD was the man MAD MAD MAD.
           The barret was entering the house, leaving behind all. what has become of my young love asks me? he enters. MAD was he who entered the trap, MAD was he who allowed, MAD was who gave no warning of the moloch sacrifice being made to the two of his so called servants. MAD was all i say MAD MAD MAD, MAD was he who wanted to be hailed like Fernand, MAD was he who wanted to be king like Henry the 8th, MAD was he who wanted to use like Baron Neuvillette, MAD was he who wanted doll oh doll how can you do this.
          Oh ADONAL for if you do exist why have you allowed this, oh ADONAL for if you exist why have you for seen this, oh ADONAl for if you exist why have you told of my eternity. Oh ADONAL why? are you mad? for the people shall not say oh ADONAL well this blow over as fast as Holly or as fast of yourself.
        he who does as told, he who does what he thinks right for his so called gift. MAD for the betrayal of trust between the packed, MAD was he for the lack of word, Like a mute oh ADONAL like a mute he was! MAD was he who acted like Bromdens father, MAD .
      MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD is I for the envolvment of my cellar of time, MAD is I for what i have started and what have become of my creations, MAD is I for all, MAD is I for you, for she, for he, for *****, all mad, MAD is I for maybe i is mad.
                                                            ­                      written by Keone L Friesian. copyright to Keone Friesian
raquezha Jan 2018
Sa minasunod na aldaw
hanggang sa huring aldaw kan taon
Asahan nindong yaon an Kaniguan
para damayan kamo.

Maguran man, bumagyo, igwang problema sa ido,
naloko ka kan sarong tao o binayaan ka man kan ka-ilusyon mo.

Magrani lang sako—Maimbong na kugos an mareresibe mo.
Magrani lang sako—Madangog sa kun ano man pinagaagihan mo.
Magrani lang sako alagad dae ko ika babasolon,
pagulayan ta kun tano, sain o ano an nangyari.

Yaon ako kun gusto **** barkada,
tugang, ama o ina na madamay saimo,
bako lang ninong ta baka dae ako makaiba.
Papakolon taka kun dae mo nahihiling an sala mo,
pero papaogmahon taka maski dae mo nahihiling an sala mo.
Sabay tang pagulayan gabos na tama mo,
pati si crush na grabe an tama saimo
Magiging maogma ako sa gabos na tamang desisyon mo,
maski sala an paglakaw mo magiging maogma man
giraray ako, ta aram ko makakanuod ka.
Mataong direksyon na pwede **** sundon
kun nawawaran ka na nin pag-asa.

Aram ko Bikolano ka, an Bikolan Oragon,
matagas an ano, an puso saka an buot
dae basta basta minasuko sa laban.

Hanggang yaon kamo o maski mayo na kamo
Dae kamo basta basta mawawara sa puso ko.

Salamat sa pinagagihan ta kang nakaaging taon
alagad salamat man giraray para sa magigin
iribahan, surubahan, kulitan, urulnakan, ngirisihan
istoryahan ta ngunyan na taon. Padagos an Pagkamoot!
There pass the careless people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.

Ah, past the plunge of plummet,
In seas I cannot sound,
My heart and soul and senses,
World without end, are drowned.

His folly has not fellow
Beneath the blue of day
That gives to man or woman
His heart and soul away.

There flowers no balm to sain him
From east of earth to west
That's lost for everlasting
The heart out of his breast.

Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Kaity Morris Nov 2012
Abandoned.
The word to describe how I'm feeling,
like maybe taking your attention would be  stealing.
my tears pouring down that pre-made lane,
the only way to cope with the pain,
i dont know how else to stay sain.

I don't get it, i used to be your main
</3

By: Kaity Morris
September 7, 2012
every time I breath Its like I'm taking a puff,
different day same danm stuff,
got my kush to keep it tuff.
need that push when **** gets ruff,
In my vein I crave her name takes my sorrow takes my shame,
Miss my girl ms.Mary Jane got me ******* on her chain.
Kinda holdin barley sain How I do it through this rain,
used to kikit all day long all thass  left this gay *** song.

Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected
Thandiwe Feb 2016
Injection of love has no limits,
Diminishes bad habits, only traces of a worthy candidate.
We ride the wave of feelings and serenade our ears to the rhythmic beats of our hearts.
How often do the least get rewarded, unseen and unblemished by the horror of life.
This world is paved with gold, pity those treasures are covered by things stale and old.
But not this love...it awakens the soul and traces back the lies we were told.
Capture my runaway train of thought and reign my wishes,
Drowning in my blushes, if words were permanent and memories paintings.
They would create what's never seen...write a story using the strokes of colour displaying my thoughts.
This pie in the sky feeling is blowing up the dust off my feet,
Keep my eyes smiling and inspiring me to always appear neat...spit in the face of defeat,
For after brokenness comes something sweet.
It's me again...leaving behind what was and forgetting there is such a thing as pain.
We keep moving, this love keeps sowing, and unaware of the growth underground, we keep growing.
I love this love. It looks appealing...something out of your dreams which comes alive before your eyes.
It looks great and fun, anticipating excitement and never being out done.
Time...I picture it sitting in a corner with its legs crossed and watching from a distance. It knows when and even know and even beyond the now.
The human heart carries so much...how it can carry hate and love together is hard to imagine.
How does it do it...carry such strong repelling emotions yet still survive...I choose the latter.
There is no darkness in it nor is there despair...
See when you let love take you...you welcome a gentle peck from the heavens.
It warns your soul and melts the concrete that had engulfed the heart...now finally you can hear your soul mates knock.
Laughter and long walks, sunsets and crazy talk....
This image might not be for everyone, but love invites everyone.
I love love...it sees no faults, just purity on the eyes of its viewer.
It hurdles you when the world batters you...keeps you sain.
How can I not love love, when it rescued me in my most deepest and brutal pain.
Shyamal Bodosa Oct 2020
Masi Majangsisi Sain

Noshogung Ni phrang Noh Yahong ha thaglakha..

Sainbili bo jaru phaikha

Sain bo gama phairu kha,

Noshkao Haa Gajao-Gurmu

Khere-Khere Nojaru phaikha

Dao-Daomi buthu bo Noshkao Haa

Birhi-birhi thaglakha

Khere-khere nokhoha khrip bo haprola phaikha

Oda Horr Jalanglakha...
By Shyamal Bodosa
Ayllon Chalif Apr 2013
When I start to bleed
It opens my eyes so I can see
That under my demonic feeding
I'm still a human being
And from the depths of hell i was retreating
This curse upon me I was beating
Staying sober I am succeeding
Being alive I am breathing
While most people talk about there lives
I stare at my knives
And think am I alive?
Because I'm so desensitized
To other people's demise
That when I take there life
I think that they'll be fine
Because this world is filled with so much ****
That I look around thinking
This is it?
This is the world I'm forced to live on?
Feeling more like an alien then a ******* Klingon
And through my struggle
I persist to carry on
Even though I'm ready to explode like a ******* A bomb
So i write my soul down on this song
Wondering if the world will song along
Or pass me on
Because I've pushed through more **** then I'll ever admit
Because if you hear my story you'll never see me the same
Because unfortunately your all programmed with the same human brain
Which makes you alienate anyone who you don't think is sain
And you'll look at me like a monster that needs to be slain
So I sit silent in my eternal rain
Because the memories carved in my heart are so terrifying
That the person I was sits in the corner crying
I'm a new person
A ***** shell if you will
Carrying around demons and doing there every will
I'm a monster at heart
And a demon at soul
And my story children
Is the most horrific ever told
hey miss miles,
way out gone I miss your smiles,
the power sun rays,
have betraded
the shower fun days back when faded,
lying out beneath the tree
frying us just fealing free,
fealin both our trips
both soft upon the lips
          
  nows  just drifting out like ships
out upon the eye on guard
  to cry would just be hard,
           day by day the words are lost but
  memories just never tossed,...
all we shared,
  the stunts we dared.
       you were there for sure of course you cared.
and still will do up high up on your hill
  things arnt the same but I'm still sain
about to pop this pill..

in my mind last place that You will still be found,
far out sure around but I'm just dying on this ground
                                        I'm gone no sound......
Je suis pédéraste dans l'âme,
Je le dis tout haut et debout.
Assis, je changerais de gamme,
Et, couché sur un lit, Madame,
Je ne le dirais plus du tout.

La pédérastie est un vice :
C'est l'avis de mon médecin.
Je le crois, il n'est pas novice
Quand il soutient que l'exercice
Le plus naturel, le plus sain,

Sain, comme la mer et son hâle,
L'honneur même de la maison,
Qui fait le regard le moins pâle,
Le plus magnifiquement mâle,
Sans aucune comparaison,

Le plus ravissant sur la terre,
C'est de froisser le traversin
D'une femme qu'on... désaltère,
Quand elle serait adultère,
Quand elle n'aurait qu'un seul sein.

C'est là le sentiment intime
De tous les peuples sous le ciel ;
Et je me fous, pour la maxime,
Que l'Exception règne ou rime
Même d'un air spirituel ;

De tous, oui, autant que nous sommes,
Aussi bien du Chinois charmant
Que du Français, peintre de pommes ;
Et c'est l'opinion des hommes
Qui furent des hommes, vraiment,

Plus forts que ceux dont leur église
Met les cercueils an Panthéon ;
Ce sont ceux-là qu'on poétise,
Par exemple... Abraham... Moïse,
Et, si tu veux... Napoléon.

C'est l'opinion du plus sage
Chez les Slaves au regard clair,
Chez les Germains au doux visage,
Chez les Latins au beau langage,
Et chez les Bretons au cœur fier.

C'est la tienne, Aimée, et la nôtre ;
C'est celle de tout bon cerveau,
Qui n'a contre elle qu'un... apôtre,
Un monsieur pourtant comme un autre,
Son nom ?... devra rimer en veau.

- Son nom, voyons ? - Comment, Madame
Son nom ? mais puisqu'il n'est pas pur,
Il souillerait, ce nom infâme,
Tes chastes oreilles de femme ;
Et puis, moi, je n'en suis pas sûr.

Si c'était une calomnie
Qu'une apparence aide à courir,
Je ferais une vilenie ;
Son nom ? Ah ! jamais de la vie !
J'aimerais cent fois mieux mourir !

La jolie école qu'il fonde,
Sans ce nom-là, pourra planer
Dans une obscurité profonde ;
La plus belle fille du monde
Comme l'on dit, ne peut donner...

D'ailleurs, Madame, cette école
Ne fait pas beaucoup d'adhérents :
Il n'ont pas de porte-parole ;
Et c'est comme une offre un peu molle
Qui rit à des indifférents.

Cependant, sa présence agace
Ceux qui la soupçonnent dans l'air ;
Car ce soupçon va, se déplace,
Et finalement vous enlace
Comme la vague dans la mer.

Ces messieurs lisent la gazette,
Dînent en ville assez bien mis ;
Quelquefois courtisent Lisette ;
J'approuve cela, mais, mazette !
Je n'en... gueule pas mes amis.

Oui, ce vilain soupçon nous gêne
Et pourrait submerger un jour,
Près de la niche, avec la chaîne,
L'Amitié, cette belle chienne,
Qui hurle à sa lune d'amour.

Pour moi, vous remarquerez comme
J'ai quelque grâce à protester :
Passant pour la moitié d'un homme,
N'aurais-je pas le droit, en somme,
De chercher à me compléter ?

Bien mieux, tiens ! je ne suis pas large,
Mais le plus raide des paris
Qu'on me le tienne, et je me charge
Sous les yeux du public, en marge,
Du plus vieux mouchard de Paris !

Or, je ne suis pas pédéraste ;
Que serait-ce si je l'étais !
Voyez, Madame, quel contraste !
Ah ! par la perruque d'Éraste !
Et maintenant... si je pétais !
My melody is the tune,
the happy feal of june,
sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon,
No school no cruel!
where that dress with out havin to stress,
cauzz your a beuty'
                remember.  Not on deuty,.
The heat the sun out-on-a-run,.
bein you, duss havin fun.
we've all felt rain,
          we've all delt pain
I'ts the natural I'ts the gain.
moving on will keep it sain.
bin there. done that.
she's odd, she's fat,

Cause you're "cool"         HA, you Fool!
          your'e word's you're slick?.
                                      Your heart.          your SICK,

     we take the left because we know the right,

down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night,
words they say sure aren't right,
  the sky is blue'       they have no clue  your day got gray ,
                                        you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may
                         SAY GO!,  cant  stay!.  


yes,            
       it's long.       might do you none...
walk you long. read can't go wrong,.          
                so now your'e hear,
      You're sippin beer?
                       Look at that,   Your'e finally cheer, :)
sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse  *Mckush
erin Oct 2013
medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet

be my bestfriend

medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet

be there till the end

medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet

take away the pain

medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet

keep me sain
hm
raquezha Aug 2020
Gusto ko na magulî
Duman sa mayòng ribok
Na kun magturog ako sa banggi
Mayòng iniisip kundi iyo sana an sadiri

Gusto ko na magduman
Dawa mayòng kaibahan
Duman sa lugar kun sain
an oras daing duru-dalagán
Matambay lang ako madalî
Mahandig ning dalî
Ta nanrurulumoy na bagá
An sakóng hawak kakatindog

Kaipuhan ko garo magpundo
Kaipuhan ko garo maghangos
Kaipuhan ko garo magpahingalo

Gusto ko na magulî

Nin huli ta dakulà na ako
Pinadakula kan kinaban
Pero an sakóng pusò asin kalag
Mayò man nin pinagbago

Mas nagkusog lang ang buot ko.

—𝐔𝐥𝐢, a Bikol poetry.
Maybe we didn’t really grow up.
1. Uli means to return
2. instagram: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3976135/uli/
Joseph Cervantes Mar 2016
Stuck in a place, where I really have no say.
Trapped between close space, no way to escape.
So far away, and no one to save
Its so dark, I cant get away..

Even if I could, how would I explain
Tell a story like it never happened
Talking in third person because im so far away.

Faded all day to forget my pain
Double cup my cup to make it all go away
Light one up to fly away and remain sain
The higher i get, the more I forget
Left with out no recollection of any of this
Wake up to a scream, it was all a vivid dream.

A dream to remember like they say "dreams do come true" how can I escape something so true...
Would love feedback, not much of a writer. New to this thanks in advance
Daniel Regan Feb 2012
It's hard to watch your world sink, right before your eyes. To watch everything you worked for vanish, like the sun from the evening sky. It's hard to watch your dream fall through, and keep yourself together. It's hard to get through the rain, when you can't see past the weather. It hurts to feel your world unravel, like a ball of yarn or string. It's hard to humm the right tune, when you've forgotten how to sing. You swim against the current, and pray to god that you will survive. Only to find yourself question your motives, and why you prayed to be alive. You walk in circles everyday, following the path you did before. Working towards a better life, but what is it all for? To strive and fail, to stand and fall. To fight the wind and stand up tall. To find yourself on the grond once more. Your height only measuring how far you've soared. Straight to the ground, where you've been many times before. Holding your head, but only your pride is sore. So you ignore the pain, with all your might. Your put on a smile, and get back in the fight. The fight for your sanity, the fight to keep you sain. The fight to keep depression out of your veins. The fight for your happiness, the fight to fall in love. The fight that keeps you hopefully, no matter where you're shoved. Because at the end of the day, or the end of your life. When your heart cannot carry on, or hand the strife. You'll look up to god and say with your last fighting breath. I know happiness, I know love, and now I know death. Because the fight is over, and your out of the game. No score board to show you who's the winner in lifes punishing game. Because the end prize isn't money, cars, or fame. But whether you enjoyed life and danced in the rain. Whether you laughed with friends, and love with all your heart. Whether you've showed compassion, and weren't afraid to let out a little ****. Whether you took chances, and had a few to drink. Whether you've partied to the break of dawn, even if you woke up next to the sink. Because when it comes down to it, we're all scared inside. But it's how we control our fear that makes us invincible, even when our whole world has crumbled around or feet and died.
Colin Kohlsmith Feb 2010
Qui sont les noms
Sur ta liste?
As tu suivi
La meillure piste?
Oui, on est sain
Et on est sauf
Mais l’ amour n’est pas
Un sale boulot
C’est ironique
Les choix qu’on fait
Quand l’avenir
Est decidé
Donc, ouvre le livre
Et trouve un vers
Et vis ta vie
A l’envers
Mais tu connais
La verité
On peut la voir
Dans tes yeux
Tu as tes rêves
Et tes espoirs
Et l’essentiel
Est en vue
Ton coeur te mene
Et ne ment pas
Tu sens cette
Realité
Fais attention
Aux signes reçus
On ne peut pas
Les ignorer

Your List

What are the names
On your list?
What path did you follow
Or did you miss?
Yes, you are safe
And you are sound
But the search for love
Won’t wear you down
It’s funny all
The choices we make
When what’s decided
Is at stake
Right! Use the book
And find a verse
And live your life
In reverse!
But I can see
You know the truth
It is written in your eyes
Your hopes and dreams
And all that counts
Are there for you
To realize
You know it is
Your faithful heart
That will lead you
To what’s in store
Just pay attention
To all the signs
That’s one thing
That you can’t ignore
You think it's a friend but it really isn't
It blackens your heart and blackens your soul
It's burns for you to **** you even more
When it's beside you it makes people run away
It's black smoke makes you Smell like burnt grain.
It's make you feel empty without it and it makes you go insane
It's the only thing that keeps you sain
It's hard to leave and hard to get away
It's got by a chain that can never break
If it's got you it breaks you and make you feel ashamed
The only think that can beat it is the will to withstand leaving it  alone
You fight the disease that's controlling your brain.
Convince yourself that you are strong and have no fear.
raquezha Aug 2020
Siguro sarò ini sa mga aldáw
Na daí ako makaisip nin tultol
Kadakol ideya, istorya asin manlaenlaen na eksena
Sa panaginip an sakuyang pignonotaran

Baka sarò ini sa mga aldáw na mangyari an mga ito
Kaya man palan kan tao na managinip
Nin dai nagpipikit
Buklat na mata
para sa katotohanan
Mayò nang oras para magisip nin tultol
Kun ano an maglaog sa payo
Iyo na ito.

Siguro sarò ini sa mga aldaw
Na nagluluya an sakuyang imahenasyon
Masakiton magsurat aro-aldaw
Manungod sa maski ano
Pero pinagtitibay kaini an isipan ko
Na imbis na kun ano-ano pa man
An maglaog sa utak ko
Ining mga tataramon ngunyan na banggi
Igwa mang koneksyon o mayo
Libre man bagang maging sala
Basta aram mo kun sain ka nagkasala

Siguro sarò ni sa mga aldaw
Na kaipuhan man umuntók
Kan púsò asin isipan ko
Basta magpakatotoo
Ayos na ito.

—𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐤, a Bikol poetry.
1. Untok; to stop, to desist, to halt, to discontinue, to cease, to lapse
2. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDrLBsgH4Md
Ayllon Chalif Nov 2013
As I sit awake all night
I contemplate life
With the blunt like I light
And the knife that I slice
I'm to much of a man to cry about my struggle
But the weight on my shoulders is making my knees start to buckle
Crumble into rubble
Side effect of the perks that I smoke
Is that now in this depression the knife is pressed to my throat
And the gun that I toat
In now pressed to my temple
Is the pain that I'm feeling physical or mental  
Struggling teenager with no guidance or a prayer
Has had his ****** up life consumed by despair
And sain thoughts in this boy are extremely rare
And now the devilish thoughts come back, and I'm scared
I'm a young adult now
Still stuck in this state
The weight in my shoulders will surly make my back break
After all my life has been mistake after mistake
And now I'm thinking if my own life, I should take
People close to me forget how my life has been
Not easy to forget, not easy for forgive
I'm a human sin
And I have been since a fetus
And this mental emotional disorder, how can I beat this  
I'm a demon
And a murderer
A **** up
A slanderer
A reject
I'm still smoking on the blunt that has been killing me since twelve
I'm in hell
Queen Bee Apr 2019
Thru I still think of us.
In the past.
I mask the pain.
With a smile.
The simplest way.
To keep sain.

Though you are in sights.
I resist from contact.
Through I know.
The consequences.
Of going back.

Here I stand...
Sit...
Lie...
With worry.
On my mind.
Did I do...
The right thing?
Of letting you go.
Letting you leave.
With no explanations.

Worry leaves me.
When happiness.
Overflow my being.
Through pretending to smile.
It became a reality.

All I wish now is.
For us to.
Never cross paths.
For that may.
Bring back.
The love.
I have.
Hidden away.
To all my past lovers. Each one has showed me love and gave me happiness for a while.
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I would like to invite you in to my brain...soft tissue....I dont believe a word that you are saying...Trust issues...That corner over there I store my pain...joy fizzles...and the half with blood stains..*** pistols...I would love to tell you that I'm sain...mental issues...Nobody really enjoys their stay...so I'll miss you...# mybrain2007
Wont you take a trip in my mind...Ice cold..The marvelous things you will find...starting to fold...Just when I though it was fine...love was sold....Out of the trees craved of pine...burried my soul...Without she who gave me time...No one to hold...bending my spin... laid in the bed alone, hittin the road...Emptiness Is what you will find...Swallowed me whole...#mymind2008
I want you to watch a film on my heart...Dead Rising...As This beast called love rips it apart...Non remaining....No warning, No signs, just a start...slow racing...they call death like this an art...Dorian's painting...I just couldn't look at my heart...blind filming...As heart beats fell off the chart...your dying...No added sugar taste ****...bad mixing...Its hard to tape together a heart...retaping..... #myheart2009
Looking at me what can you see...a man...laughs at a boy probably...still using his hand...Cuz it hard for the superfical to believe...That love is the plan...Outside viewing of me...Catching a tan...Thats about all you fit your baskets shallow B...finding sand...Cuz that aint nothing solid G...As it falls right through your hands... Buliding on stability.. searching for land... In this shot economy...****** people joining bands... #mylife2010
ConnectHook Apr 2020
My cat WOKE:
Petra Electra Perpetua.

I’m telling y’all, she massive woke;
lit, like wicked wick holy smoke.

She outsmart Christopher ******* dreamin’
teach a dog where a BONE at,
discern every demon,
(not to mention advanced forensics.)

She rise, she yawn, she stretch, she flex
then start cashin’ every other pet paychecks.

She charge per minute just to LOOK at her fur
while she sharpen her nails. My Petra purr . . .

Dogs be all: WOOF
She don’t even answer.
Scribe rhymed Arabic lyrics
while she beat a belly dancer
with her TAIL, pfffffft. . .

My girl don’t tag, she SPRAY.
Mark every wall, y’all . . .
Seen all over the hood, gnome sain?

Offer her Sheba, she like:
Won’t touch it. Give me that Meow Mix.

My girl teach Afrikan lioness about *****;
*** on a paean, droppin’ lyrics like mice
other feline get fussy
my kitty get NICE.

TikTok your Instagram feed
right into her bowl.

My girl so woke,
save her own fanged soul.

Slip out the house—she gone.
Workin’ secret route to EGYPT.
Roast every priestess in Bastet city;

My kitty taught CLEOPATRA (u feel me?)
about *****.

She scratch Catwoman, pounce on Robin
Batman wet his weak-*** mask, sobbin’.

My girl woke;
so woke she don’t nap, she sleep—

profoundly. Soundly. DEEP.
PROMPT #29:
write a paean to your pet.

Christopher Smart referenced
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
I speak with her now and again
Well I guess just to be friends
Even though it sends a message that I still depend on well her
I don’t know 
It makes me think about all the nights we wasted on her porch 
Waiting for the sun to scorch our skin 
Every morning on just hollow bliss

I was just sitting there in the box car
Waiting for the train to get me so far away 
I didn’t care anymore
I wasn’t scared 
Just a little unprepared 
But In that same instance I couldn’t believe what my eyes had seen 
Walking through the door
As with the light she gleamed
It was a girl
And she was so beautiful

I still look back on that day
It was the first time I had seen such a face
As hers
Finding out its just a curse
So ill and unrehearsed 
We would lay by the lake 
Watching the stars, and seeing how far we can take our love
Above all 
So perfect I would say

We seemed to never be afraid of anything
We would run around town complaining about the world
And everything we would change
With just a bottle and a tear to save
We’re just time wasters
Dream Chaser 
Cheesy Love Saviors
And everything in-between
And Im ok with that
As long as she’s ok

I remember asking her 
Can I hold your hand
As the moonlight stood up so fast
Those nights
If only they would last a little bit longer
Maybe Id be stronger 
Maybe we could pick our lives and move where its bigger
I hear the city isn’t so bad
I just want you to be happy
With all the room to run free

With this torn up town
We couldn’t find a place to settle down
So every night it would be something different to yell about
Something new that made us storm out
But still that couldn’t break us
I know I wasn’t the best
I got lazy 
I just wouldn’t come out of bed
And I knew That

Please don’t say that
Im not that bad
Im not what the words that have been said
I must be dreaming
I can’t stand the world 
And my wrists are bleeding 
Don’t turn off our love
For the few mistakes that have made all of the above
I hope its not like this
I hope we can recover
Everything is just a blur now

I don’t believe how everything can change so fast
From those endless nights to being alone at last
I miss those days
I know you do to
Its not like me to beg
But please come home soon
I have something better to say
Instead of the same old garbage I shoved down your face

Its been 2 weeks and still nothing
I can’t help but fell responsible for the pain that has been caused
If we could just pause and rewind to the beginning 
Of how we met so blind
So inclined to believe in the lies
With all of my heart still tide so tight
All along with my eyes so wide

Never again will I allow my heart to be open 
To any other feelings
My dreams are the only way to stay sain
I wish the best for you
I wish we could complain like we did
Just a couple of kids 
Leaning on the edge of our eyelids
For the hope that one day we will become greatness

Still I don’t regret on the fact
I know it to be best
For the rest of the world will now be open to my life
And better yet
I will be open to it
Maybe one day we will meet again
In another life and I can save you then
We just needed time to think
To open our minds
Cause Without our dreams we’d sink
 
So This must be it
The end of the story when my fingers can finally quit
Stay home and be alone for a bit
And Im ok with that
Im ok with the experience 
I guess this is just another bliss
I just hope that you won’t think bad of me
Because in the end 
You are truly my everything
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2017
i believe there is a photon storage component within the brain; being exposed to photons, the brain has something sponge-like about it, that allows it to store these particle, and revive them in sleep, as we allow ourself to "think" that we've "seen" moving images (dreams) in our entombed state of sleep; going to a catholic school, i remember this x-ray experiment, of looking at b & w picture... and then closing our eyes, and seeing the face of jesus with our eyes closed... i'm just fascinated how the brain has this unexplored "*****" that manages to capture photons, to reveal to us dreams... i mean, **** the interpretation of dreams: that's toddler talk, i want to know the dreams per se phenomenon!

i hate how the educational
                                        system works,
first you're taught
biology, english, history,
you name it, but subconsciously
you're being taught "social skills" -
  how to: make friends...
and then once you leave
school:
       you're not taught anything
worth a friendship's wet ******
or a well-oiled *** of concern -
how the **** are people being
taught matrimony?
well... from a steady employment...
matrimony is a non-friendship
affair...
           imagine:
a husband turns to his spouse
and says:
   i've been having an affair,
i preferred drinking in a pub
with an old, than watching
  romantic comedies with you:
"shnuggling" on a lazy sunday
afternoon...
   yes, we both walked to
the pub, which was
   5 miles vs. 3 miles away from
our homes...
       imagine!
      by the way,
once women astart ageing,
the romantic comedies become
disney cartoons...
   and cat calendars!
            good luck with that!
like marriage, so like "friendship"
beginning with high-school
indoctrination...
     for some reason (esp. in h'america)
people have this high-school
theme, nostalgia, whatever you
want to call it...
        friendship?
unlike matrimony... has nothing
symbiotic about it...
           paradoxically stated -
  obviously there's a slave (host)
   master (parasite) relationship,
but in terms of friendship it's more
subtle, given the asexual theme
of conversation...
but first you're taught how to make
friends and not really bother
learning boring facts of history...
            and then you enter
the realm of inhibited befriending and
scare-mongering...
      ask a schizophrenic:
  solipsism is a coping mechanism -
               it's akin to a membrane,
within depicition?
                             a sain't halo...
imagine meditating while succumbing
to such an ailment...
                but you don't build
friendships outside of high-school,
the concept dies once you reach
university and the workforce,
at university you replace making
friends with making networks -
within the workforce, you establish
the rules of competitive sports...
after a while the hermit just says:
you know what?
         eat that glutton of raising a family,
have it!
     bask in it! get that ******* suntan
of glorifying "continuity"!
but do you know how many *******
sons *kant
managed to conceive
by mere thought... aha!
          so there really is a telepathy!
and there really is a telekinesis!
aha! but there's the law:
        only between the living & the dead,
never among the living & the living,
and never ever questioned by minding
the agitated dead.
      you know the kantian family?
    you know of the family of the apostle
matthew, i.e. the ethiopian matthews?
         telepathy? well d'uh: books!
  telekinesis? what about the evolution
of ideas? does not the mind move
the foundation, say, the bedrock of the church
that st. peter was: into a martin luther?
no, the two concepts don't exist
  in close proximity,
         almost like quantum physics
and the electrons:
                         when looked at particles(?)
when not looked at waves(?)
oh i believe that telekinesis does exist,
as does telepathy, but there's a catch-22
involved...
               neither of these concepts can exist
within a eodem tempore modus:
  the medium of simultaneousness -
the dictatorial rule of history,
and the arch-guardian of natural laws
(mort), i.e. death prevent it from establishing
an anti- construct to the stated modus...
i suppose the heritage of genes works
as the easier example of telepathy and
telekinesis... of what is passed on:
  from the cradle to the grave from the grave
to the cradle to interment budding
     of past, toward the renewed:
                            spring of mind -
   as governing both a post-scriptum
                                            and an awakening
the the refreshed mind took to revolve
once more, what was passed onto it
by its predecessor.

p.s.: an alt. title
solipsism: a sain't halo for a schizophrenic,
if and whenever reaching
a conscious-acknowledgement,
to test one's own cognitive strengths
     without a chemical impetus to
treat ailments...
          solipsism: is the only mode of
                   meditation for a schizophrenic;
and to think i've watched videos
were some american idiot was talking
about how solipsism is a mental disease -
IDIOT!          who?
   some satanist or whatever they call them
in california.
A death is pain
And yes it hurts
But you can't switch lanes
Cause life is alert
Making you stay
In your own line
Driving on day after day

Like this world says your name
Whispering in the wind
With a voice full of vain

Like this world
Is out to get you
Make your heart cold
Like the man below
But only God
Takes the goods man soul

Like a straight rod
Is what we are
Standing there
In the middle
Of a lightning storm
We're in cold
Nothin keepin us warm

There's more than life
And more than pain
Like a lil kite
the wind keeps you sain
There's emotions
And there's problems
That we can't solve
But that we can help

Yes I've learned
About a good mans death
But I'm still not healed
Cause death can hurt
But not forever
It can make me shiver
But it can make see
How much I know
About this world
PLEASE COMMENT

I wrote this in memory of my grand father who's now passed
His name was Rhodes Slaughter Werth and he passed a few weeks ago so I wanted to write this poem.
J'ay varié ma vie en devidant la trame
Que Clothon me filoit entre malade et sain,
Maintenant la santé se logeoit en mon sein,
Tantost la maladie extreme fleau de l'ame.


La goutte ja vieillard me bourrela les veines,
Les muscles et les nerfs, execrable douleur,
Montrant en cent façons par cent diverses peines
Que l'homme n'est sinon le subject de malheur.


L'un meurt en son printemps, l'autre attend la vieillesse,
Le trespas est tout un, les accidens divers :
Le vray tresor de l'homme est la verte jeunesse,
Le reste de nos ans ne sont que des hivers.


Pour long temps conserver telle richesse entiere
Ne force ta nature, ains ensuy la raison,
Fuy l'amour et le vin, des vices la matiere,
Grand loyer t'en demeure en la vieille saison.


La jeunesse des Dieux aux hommes n'est donnee
Pour gouspiller sa fleur, ainsi qu'on void fanir
La rose par le chauld, ainsi mal gouvernee
La jeunesse s'enfuit sans jamais revenir.
Aryan Sam Mar 2018
Hanju hole hoge bhara lagge hasna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne puchya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,

Jaanda siyara saada dil kamzor e,
Mausam taan ohiyo par akh teri hor e,
Sheesha ghurda si..
Sheesha ghurda si chhad ditta takna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne pucheya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,

Bina gallon mud gaye on,
Mudke ni takyea,
Maan Maan aakhda sain,
Maan vi ni rakheya,
Koi sikhe saathon..
Koi sikhe saathon bina gallon jachna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne pucheya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Kuj ne halat ewe de mere bi
Love May 2014
I'm losing my mind,
I've gone mad.
Assuming I was ever sain to start with.
A Aug 2015
It is all there in an envelope
The ****** ink
That defeated the acting demons
Or conserved the acting angels
A play in a theatre that lit up the night sky
Performed by the stars
That form constructional figures
of my future
I ponder
And ask myself the same questions
That now outstretch the oceans
Yet burry themselves beneath
Like anchors
I need answers
To keep me sain.
When you realize it's almost results day
ConnectHook Apr 2018
Our Left Coast sighs in a stupor of red
from evergreen coasts to the casting bed.
Hollywood’s big leagues deal their fatal blow;
vapid perspectives from stars in the know.
Glamour holds court: socialite solutions
when celebrities talk revolutions.
But red alone would bring our nation harm
cut loose from white and blue—and should alarm
the audience, who pay to see their plays
while questioning their wanton West-coast ways:
Designer-reds, a stain upon our land
where red with white and blue ought take a stand.
Such fluff from the stage set who roll in dough
is Hollyweird yeast—rising now to show
beautiful and swelling irrelevance
unaware of its insignificance:
Hypocrite pretenders all paid to act
in films where decent values are attacked.

Let us turn then from Thespis‘ leering smile
to lace up cleats and run the gridiron mile
where other plays get tossed in endless zones
as commentators rave in heightened tones
while fools raise fists—then take the well-payed knee,
their pigskin antics sold to you and me.
****** a fat mike before their muscled face.
Note well the dull reaction, low as base.
These tattooed thugs make vain attempt, through speech
multitudes of more thuggish fans to reach.
The sad attempt to use their words in vain
lacks clear interpretation. Yall nome sain ?
The musclebound elect, who toss a ball
(as if their silly game was all in all)
should stick to sports; decline to state their views
lest fans their spectacle no longer choose.
Thus stars of field and screen steal every show,
and cause our dying culture worlds of woe.
Contemplate the ****:
Boring nature imagery
Abrupt line-endings
La vipère disait un jour à la sangsue :
Que notre sort est différent !
On vous cherche, on me fuit, si l'on peut on me tue ;
Et vous, aussitôt qu'on vous prend,
**** de craindre votre blessure,
L'homme vous donne de son sang
Une ample et bonne nourriture :
Cependant vous et moi faisons même piqûre.
La citoyenne de l'étang
Répond : oh que nenni, ma chère ;
La vôtre fait du mal, la mienne est salutaire.
Par moi plus d'un malade obtient sa guérison,
Par vous tout homme sain trouve une mort cruelle.
Entre nous deux, je crois, la différence est belle :
Je suis remède, et vous poison.

Cette fable aisément s'explique :
C'est la satire et la critique.
Zavier Allen Jan 2015
Coursing threw my veins
Trust me
I will never take it in vain
What were doing keeps me sain
I worship your body with my lips
Getting drunk off your love
With just one sip
Has me on edge
Yet I never slip
Your love holds tight
I want this for the rest of my life
Two   roses beautiful  have grown by a tree into one.
" lotd be with lady, and lady with lord . Shame" said pigeons as one.
With pointless hatred they threatened that love but they're the shame
Some ravens tried to stop them with words, but all doves're too sain.
"Love's a law" thus we, crows, started a shameless sky fight.
Needless to say, we won there with ease, every  raven's a knight.
But all we listen is our hearts, and if ye love, ye love, if not, then not.
Your feelings ye should  follow, the case matters not.

— The End —