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People talk about pain, like it's tangible, like you can grab hold of it. Surely then it would be manageable. I often wondered what life without pain would be, life without loss, heartache and hurt...
Ink on a canvas, some twisted soul's art. Our lives crafted on the whims of a being with no heart. It lets us love others, and then takes them away, It crafts all our actions; dawn till dusk every...
#acrostic #freeverse F ear clouds my every sense, people tell me that A perfect way to live, is listen to T hem right , true ways.
Two twigs. Floating down a stream. A hard place below,. A rock in between. One is you and. One is me. Drifting carelessly. Towards the sea. Along comes a dog. His name is God. Jumps into the water.
I am universe I am molecules eclectic I am immense I am symphony electric I am fantasized form Hugged by skin From where do I end. From where do I begin.
I write with white ink on white paper. I speak with my lips firmly shut. I strum on my stringless guitar. I read from an unwritten book. I think without aim or direction.
Amidst a broiling sea Of beautiful people, A tide of every creed and colour Lithe and shining in ecstasy I stop and stand to stare.
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.
I chanced across a Nothing one day. The poor thing had nothing to say. It's mouth was not there. In fact nothing was spare. Not even a spout. For words to get out. It did not have a soul.
When I die I want to leave behind nothing only then will I feel I have lived the way I wanted to.
The sole lifts up, swings, and scuffs the cement. Swinging laces, knotted, with ends frayed. Leather dry, cracked and faded, flexing and stretching with every movement. Another lift, swing and...
"I have pondered life," said a cricket to a frog, "and reached a rather unusual conclusion." The frog, bemused by his talking dinner, merely blinked for a moment before the cricket continued.
This place, Is not a place. It's more of an anti-place. The type of place void of emotions, scenery, anything. His face, Is not a face. It's more of a black hole.
For the Atheist.... You believe in science. Why not, this you can see. You voice your conviction. No reason to believe. You lost a loved one. Without given a "why".
**this is my opinion on God..
Can you tell the truth from a lie. Is there a difference between fake tears and a genuine cry. A smile is just a frown, You're all looking at it upside down. Don't kid yourself, Nothing is real.
Please I need help with more lines, any suggestions.
In these visionary clouds, see I Bereft of flesh and blood, just My soul, spiralling through droplets of Rain and sleet and ice and cold winds Blow me east and west and south And north to a new...
Jackson Pollock No.5 What do you see, friend. Junk or masterpiece. I see the feast of life; endless canyon Of raging waters, in explosions Of discovery.
Why do we think. Is it because we endeavor to live life on the edge, on the brink. Or just to discover the joys of a world well aware of wherever we wish to adventure, even our "castle in the air”.
I don't deny a creator, no one can ever know where we came from, I deny religion and the multitude of gods our fears have become.
What stuff are creatures such as we made of If creatures such as we compose dreams. Those fickle, glittering beacons T'wards which we flit like moths between the stars, And which crumble at our touch.
Hello again, and today is Tuesday, January 29, 2013. In our lives we leave a lot of things up to Tyche, the god of luck.
So many things in our wee world Are actually not on show , And when we think a little bit There's not much we really know; Of a trillion billion galaxies We can see but five And to see the last...