|It's the shiz that I just dished out.|
GHOSTSThere is no reason for me to wake up early in the morning.GHOSTS by whenthemooncriedout
There is neither 'hi' nor 'hello' as I come through the door.
There is nothing to see but for a shadow
sitting behind corners.
There are no words to exchange with the footfalls I make.
There are only ghosts now filling these empty spaces.
As Children DreamAnd now the stars fall downAs Children Dream by whenthemooncriedout
To lay their cheeks upon the sand
To sleep away they days until the coming dark
Wakes them, takes them right back to the sky
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe doORPHEUS by whenthemooncriedout
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
The ItchHello again oh dear old friendThe Itch by whenthemooncriedout
I've waited for so long
To see you once again, I fear
That I have missed you so.
Now come into my arms my friend
And I'll take care of you
Now come and rest you troubled soul
While I go claim my dues
You see my friend you're all but gone
This body that we share
Belonged to you belongs to me
Now that you are dead
So sleep my friend sleep long and sweet
I will not take so long
To take the hearts of those you owe
The demon of your soul
|It's the shiz that I just dished out.|
Blank CanvasShe looks so prettyBlank Canvas by angelichope
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,Waterfall Hope by angelichope
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that honest spark
giving me a helping hand,
touching so tenderly without trying,
and showing me that hand choking the life out me,
it all is vividly clear,
and I put my hand down,
and start anew.
It's not on magazines;
it doesn't wear make-up,
but it's perfection,
and a gift to almost all the senses.
A waterfall proves there's beauty even when you fall.
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...bLind by DavidAtwell
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habitno releasE by DavidAtwell
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral implications of hittin the floor will shake up the picture with more complex complications than ever before
you can not ignore the fact when it's in your face and you step back and then brace for impact cuz you taste it
its bitter, the burn of harsh reality vs. shards of broken fantasies will hardly bring back what is actually happening...
|Stuff I like|
Just a dude trying to get through college on nothing but his brain. Wondering how that'll turn out. Married to poetry. Has a one-way relationship with prose. In love with a woman. Cries like a man ought to. Lives in the metro of the Philippines. Born and raised as an asshole (thank you my miserable experiences. You have taught me valuable lessons). Listens to music that makes him dance. Not very fond of the whole hip-hop thing. Mostly jazz. Mostly metal. Mostly cocks on table tops and other awesome things. A kid who loves Nature. Would prefer to be barefoot. Hates the feel of shoes. Wears sandals to compromise. Would like to be a well-known artist one day, not because of his literary pieces, but for reviving the love for Art in the Philippines (and maybe the world). Needs to stop staying up all night. Addicted to Minecraft and Skyrim (God save me). Speaking of god, religion is dead, corrupted, empty. So is society. And other things. But that's another story. Let's get back to Keav. What else did we miss? Oh! He wants to learn how to cook awesome shanghai rolls so he could make a certain someone smile. Currently addicted to Slam poetry. Writes his own to pick-up this certain someone. Keav misses this certain someone so.|
Life goes on.