inspired by doctor who
history isn't about equations. science. and plans. it's about life. impulse. insanity over sanity. vane over vanity. nothing but a plan to meet. all you can do is not trip up your feet.
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history isn't about equations. science. and plans. it's about life. impulse. insanity over sanity. vane over vanity. nothing but a plan to meet. all you can do is not trip up your feet.
Glen has had some amazing writes, His rank is 27, Wow, what an amazing guy, He must be from writers heaven.
Lee is a fantastic writer,. The very best on the site,. His imagination and. creativity. They have adventures till the morning light. Instead of normal advice. In the shape of a poem he gave it.
#part-time nightdwellers. Down a dark lane, by an old tree. Is where you'll find me, usually. Changing metaphysically. Howling uncontrollably. Fully lit by moon, you'll see.
My chest unfolds to show An origami paper heart That cannot contain the waters Of my love for you, It overflows; Red pours out of the folds And creases, staining my palms With the obviousness Of my...
I wear the scars, they don't wear me. I set the boundaries, choose what they'll be. I write my lines, they don't fall out. And if I speak, I may just shout. I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
Once upon a yesterday. In an everlasting sun. Seams unpicked and solid. Innocence yet undone. Times the youth within us. Was all we'd ever need. Taken all too quickly. Consumed by growing's greed.
Hello again and today is Tuesday, January 15, 2013. Here's a poem I wrote about time. Enjoy.
Words breathe fire like the flame from a pheonix as it rises from the ashes. Spitting hope and faith for a better future as it ascends from the darkness and lights up your mind.
Ice outside my window. Silent grip of iron. Creaking, cracking, groaning. An ancient, age old song. Swirls and whirls and ferns of frost. Sparkle in the moonlight. Every single drip and drop.
Thoughts etched into the flesh on the blade of cold steel. Thoughts that you believe cannot be spoken.
When it comes to sexuality, You're as biased as you are pious. Still I try to understand your mentality; Doesn't the Bible TEACH morality. Leviticus describes agony, Punishment through human tragedy.
Love takes many forms; Some are splendid and shining. Some are quietly beautiful like a river ever-running. It is patience and softness. It is unbending strength.
~ABC's of Poetry~ Life isn't always a candy land filled with sweet gingerbread man Oh no there are ups and downs and all around sometimes life can throw you from here clear to the other...
#acrostic. B rave enough to follow my own dreams. E ngraving my own path along life's stream. G iving the past a kick to leave me alone. I nner strength makes me a queen on my throne.
In a man a bird flies; A fish eagle, hunting pray, A sparrow, lost in hedgerow, A duck, lazy on a duck pond A jay, all the colours of a rainbow, An owl, big eyes in dark night, A swan, Gods grace in...
Being yourself is the best. It separates you from the rest. Ignore the fashion and the chatter. To be honest it all doesn't matter. Listen to your heart that is how you start.
Belated and gasping Gyrating and rasping Youth in transit to the day of Everlasting Not once in the past did they dream a dream as this. But I did and it goes a little something like ......
~ABC's of Poetry~ It's hard for me to share my feelings let alone bare my soul for the whole wide world to see But I feel that I'm ok now I'm finally comfortable with me I feel like I have...
A hefty day, Lots of words to say, So on a lighter note, I'm jumping on the happy boat, Rivers trickle into the sea, Birds fly, animals call out to winters glee, The sun shines it's hazy hue, That...
So this ache in my chest will soon be Eased with joyful heartbeats at the End of being miles and countries apart.
Why Does reason even matter. Why Do words falter some. Why Does a single comment alter. These words left unsung. Is strength true in unity, or in my army of one.
For many artists and creators of worlds, Opuss is a realm of therapy, Somewhere to safely exorcise demons and ponder on what could be.
Love. Love is about finding beauty in a persons flaws and appreciating that person to the fullest. No matter where they are or what they are doing. Love cannot be avoided.