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Moving OnI'm moving on
I'm moving on
Whether I like to or not..
Whether I say yes or no..
Whether I stop, I still go...
I'm moving on..
To a brand a new place
Towards a brand new face
Towards a place I don't know..
Yet time will flow..
My past is the remains
Fragments of my pains
My heart wisps on..
For the ultimate desire
To see the light beyond..
I'm moving on..
To a brand new place
Towards a brand new face
Its just like a race,..
And I'll run up ahead
And left behind..is all my dread
I'm moving on..
Whether I like to or not
Whether I feel like it or I could rot
I have to face the fact
That I'm moving on..
RainToday it had rained and poured like the crystal shards coming out of a silver sink
Each and every single drop, accompanying each other and filling in the terrace like a puzzle
Truly a sight I had no choice but to walk outside with no umbrella and grasp the moment
Grasp the rain and grasp the trickle of the crystal shards falling from the dredged gray clouds
Why are people ergo afraid of the rain, of a storm, of a single wind blow?
Its just water, a splurge of life that comes every often
But alas, going out solo in the crumbling storm was dare fantastic
So as I grin amongst the crystal shards that fall
I feel the happiness at the summon of a Storm
And now to create more replicas of this storm, to create..life
SmileSmile, for the day anew
Smile, so you won't feel blue
Make a smile that is brighter than the sun
Because your smile shows your having fun
Smile, with all your passion
Smile because its a general reaction
Smile and don't worry
Smile and don't feel blurry
Smile because we've stood the test of time
Smile, even though this isn't in perfect rhyme
Smile and do your best
Smiling is truly the greatest test
The WindHave you ever wondered about the wind's gust?
The way the wind moves forward in its own direction
Whether it feels like its going backward, left, or right, the wind keeps going
Towards its own forward motion and direction
A gust relaxes, a wind blow flows and still
It feels like the wind is pushing you somewhere, towards anew
Take time to feel the wind and take time to comprehend
That your next breeze is its own kind and that its very unique
Because as the wind blows
So does your mind, your thoughts, your perception
FutureFace forward, towards the future that dares to await
Look down, to see the steps you are about to take to this future
Face right, towards the right direction that will guide you to the new era
Look left, to see the shackles of regret you have left behind
Dare we say to look beyond ourselves to see an unprecedented
Future that awaits us?
An unknown force that dares to claim an unknown circumstance
Well, I do, to plan and believe in the future
To see what will happen next and create a next
To make sure that my future does come true, I take action
And you too can create a future
You can create your next and you can step forward
So in the future, be sure to claim it and make it known
Make it certain and make it pure
Because this planned future, is one pure momentum in the future.
FaithAsk yourself what your currently doing
Tell yourself that you can do it
Believe in yourself that your doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us empower ourselves, truly shows faith.
Ask your friend what they are doing
Tell them that they can do it
Believe in them that they are doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us encourage others, truly shows faith.
Ask anything what it is doing
Tell it that it can do it
Believe in it that it is doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us trust even non-living things, truly shows faith.
When you cast question, you cast belief as well
When you cast belief, you cast power as well
When you cast power, you cast faith
And faith is such a powerful cast, that it truly can create anything.
So have faith in others and faith in yourself, that you can truly do anything.
ContinueThis is a quick sum up of how great today was and all the amazing art I saw and literature I read. Now to create a text that shall hopefully make people continue and strive forward:
People should continue their art, their photography, their literature, their glance towards whatever they are to create. It is within this new creation that gives a whole new sanction, a whole new meaning, a whole new desire to keep on going on, to create progress and to create success. Within new brands of pieces shall create the frame in which the whole picture shall be set, because each piece is a fragment, each moment is a juncture and each manifestation or thought, is a new dawn. Keep creating and keep on wondering, keep on searching and keep on dwelling is all I'm saying.
Fate and Destiny SonnetTis Fate and Destiny
Tis fate, were we to meet each other here?
Soareth like an eagle, destined to fly
Voices beckon, we duel all of our fear
Our dreams deemed and linked, shall slippeth goodbye?
Some prithy, when stars gleam, a new era dawn
Life in its hand, they hither be confined
Lest light appear as the moon plays its song
When stars fadeth, a new life may be defined
Mem'ry be founded, graciously dated
Life doth embed a transcending birth gate
Oblivion's dest'ny, ne'er be created
Reign the kingdom of hearts, tempt a new fate
Fate and destiny will never confine
But in the end, this poem shall always rhyme
By: Fotini, Sebastion and Michael
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Predators of the nightA gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
..For your heart's desire
..The path for your life to take
..A majestic night to slumber upon
..And capture the glimmers of hope that project onto this world
..As both the Moon and the Sun illuminate magic
..And don't blink
When the candle of life is lit, watch and observe. Look at the sparks and flares of memories fade and cascade as it returns back into the Earth. Do not fear the heat yet do not resist it, let it blend and kindle into yourself. Grow and breathe progress, go and create rifts that will blaze asunder.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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