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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
..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.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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