|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.|
New Poetry Website!The good news is that the poetry website NewProsody© is finally up and running!New Poetry Website! by Penessence
Heres a profile of precisely what we do:
'NewProsody is a website helping with the development of poetry and the perfecting of techniques. We exist to provide a wealth of up to date information on how to write poetry, how to improve your work, and if you wish; how to get published.
You will find a steadily growing collection of information here and this information will range from the textbook things we all forget; how a sonnet is traditionally composed for example, to the more complex intricacies of iambic hexameter.
Our Poetry Collection is not confined to published authors but is collected from a range of sources, including writers such as yourself.
As well as tutorials you will find news and workshops on NewProsody, plus we will be hosting open poetry contests bi-monthly once the site is up and running with prizes.'
At present NewProsody is hosting a S
009. Drivei want to run away from the city night, when all you can see is009. Drive by 369dreamergirl
neon signs that block out the stars and everything is
longing for more than alsphalt and concrete,
bricks and mortar stuffed down my throat,
and it feels like home to be alone.
someday i'm going to drive out into the countryside where
the only sound is the cicadas singing and the wind rippling the grass
in some ancient dance i haven't remembered the steps to yet.
forgive me when i write my words on the side of a mountain
the whole world will read them and maybe i'll have nowhere to go after that
but i'll do it because it's bad to do what's easy
just because it's easy.
i'll sail away, far away, over the blue briny seas
and bring back memories of beaches and starfish and
dolphins leaping around the bow of my boat in the morning.
that will be my present for you; tidbits of paradise,
because you were banned from there long ago.
lights and fires and blood
jolting me out of my mindless stupor
|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.