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Kazeronnie Mak, 6 december 2012
The passenger in the journey of life
One day, Buddha passed a respected philanthropist house fortuity.
The master was not at home.
He glanced around that sumptuous house. Everything was very cozy and grandiose. There placed a chaise longue next to the hall.
The master raised some dogs. He specifically doted on one dog very much.
(... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 6 december 2012
A string of wooden beads
A temple stood in the center of a huge lake,
which stretched to the horizon.
The scenery was so beautiful and peaceful.
A great master and his twenty junior monks lived together and cultivated
the wisdom of Buddha in harmony.
Hearsay a precious string of wooden beads had been worn by Buddha, (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 5 december 2012
nUnfathomable Comprehension - Lezgłębiony Rozumienie
In the solitude of reclusive abandonment from the norms of civil-psychic presence resides, without limitation imposed and anchored in ignorance, the opportunity for ambitious, conscious exploration; pursuant to the holy-grail of universal conception’s comprehension beyond the confines of neural-synaptic (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 5 december 2012
As a spider’s web that expands to grow, connecting to others whom I will never truly know, though as their kindred and friendships seem endless to flow, it allows encompassing this worldly globe seem as simple stone’s throw
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W pajęczej sieci, która rozszerza (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 2 december 2012
Love was at a distance of 47 years
It was back to 16 years ago, Guixiang had married to his beloved wife
of neglect the secular remarks.
When he met a woman whose name was Xiulian, a graceful name.
She had divorced from her previous marriages twice already.
He fell madly in love with her, by the time he was only 21 years (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 2 december 2012
A very ill-tempered woman
Once upon a time, there had a very ill-tempered woman.
She could rage over a silly little thing always.
She understood that was wrong.
She consulted a Zen Master for improvement, one day.
The Zen Master led her into a room after listened to her distress.
He locked the door up and walked (... więcej)
Ye Caterpillar, 25 november 2012
D R E A M M A N I F E S T O
(BEING A MANIFESTO OF DREAMERS, DREAM AND DREAMING.) 19th November, 2012.
We The Dreamers do hereby afirm and assert the Right to Dream, whensoever and howsoever We, The Dreamers, (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
[ HE ] and [ SHE ]
A senior professor said to the students in a class,
‘We are going to do a survey today.’
‘ SURVEY !’ the students thought that might be more interesting than the lecture.
There were only two questions on the paper when they received it.
Question 1 : She is a gorgeously young lady (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
The story of a blind and a lantern
An ascetic came from a long journey to an obscure village in a gloomy night.
There were some villagers continuous walking to and fro in the streets.
When the ascetic walked into an alley,
he saw a dim yellow light approaching quietly from the deep end of the alleyway.
A villager said, ‘The (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
So, you are very wealthy
A young man muttered at his bad luck and penniless.
He frowned all days.
A wise senior came across to talk to him,
‘Hey kiddy, why are you so unhappy ?’
‘I don’t understand why I’m so poor always !’ he said.
‘Poor ? I think you are very wealthy !’ the wise senior said sincerely. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
féte champétre :: rustic festival
There is garbage outside the gas station. A single mound of used furniture. A love seat, mildewed with blotchy stains. A foldable table, its missing leg ten yards away. The attendant’s wife is walking around with a gigantic tarpaulin bag, half-filled with things. Her daughter is seated on the pavement, (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
cogito ergo sum :: I think therefore I am
How does one plunder something like peace of mind? The old pirate looks strange with his sarong bag in the bustle of Zhejiang. Even the eye-patch is there, but hardly ornamental or a political statement. There’s a long scar down his left eye, thick and callused, as if to say this story is one that (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
ding an sich :: thing in itself
There is a stillness in the air, like the mendicant with his begging bowl. He doesn’t ask for alms, only food like a bowl of cooked rice. The old lady scrapes some from the bottom of her wok, charred and bits of black, and hands it to the boy outside her window. She gestures towards the mendicant, (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 november 2012
The predestined affinity
Long long time ago, a young scholar arranged to marry his lovely betrothed. Everything was well prepared on schedule. When the day came, the bride to be-she got married to someone else. He was fallen apart at the seams and very sick. His parents tried so hard to raise his spirit up. Watching their (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 november 2012
The romance of the mutes
Galaxy saw a man and a woman who communicated with the sign language at the train station, when she was on the way home one evening.
She noticed that the woman asked him for the direction. He said to her that he did not know. Galaxy was the volunteer for three years when she studied in university. (... więcej)
marc chambers, 15 november 2012
confusion
she is worth the risk of whatever it is that i am afraid of.
steven cooke, 11 november 2012
Freedom Street
Behind the write
This is a fictional write exploring life in South Africa. The world celebrated the defeat of apartheid. The question is now, what has changed? To get inside the thoughts of the ghetto is the challenge for this writer. I have taken artistic licence to be a resident of the ghetto. Caution (... więcej)
steven cooke, 11 november 2012
The Silence Of War
He stare’s through the window, In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him. His last duty, to open a door in his mind, of memories torn from 1918. Back to the Sambre Canal, and back to the First World war……….
Behind the Curtains of a church window, men find sanctuary in Prayer. (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 10 november 2012
A damsel who had prayed for a millennium
Once upon a time, there had a pretty, pure and versatile damsel from an aristocratic family.
She had a graceful name – Huimei.
Her virtue made so many magnates queue up for marriage proposals.
She deeply believed her prince charming was on the way.
Hence, she turned them all down.
(... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 5 november 2012
The tales of a little boy and a little girl and the flowers
Tale 1
A little boy was fond of a little girl who was studying next class. They lived in a beautiful small town. Then, the little boy picked the wildflowers on the roadside for the little girl after school everyday. The little girl was very glad to have the gift. She always showed a lovely (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 1 november 2012
The story of never have and already lost
The spider =Zhu Er
Thenectar = Gan Lu
The little grass =Prince Zhi Cao
The strong wind =Princess Windy
Once upon a time, a spider spun its web on the transom in a prosperous temple.
She was influenced by the Buddha-nature after a thousand (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 30 october 2012
The DEATH took away an iron man after 80 hours lying under the three layers of concrete.
Based on a true story, which took place in Sichuan, China after a massive earthquake on 12 May 2008.
In his last few words, he said, ‘I am the first one who is lying under the three layers of concrete in the world.
I don’t have any great ambition in my life.
All I want to do is just sharing (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 28 october 2012
A bank savings account book
My mother presented me with a bank savings account book on the eve of my wedding. There had 1000.00 in it.
My mother smiled and said, ‘You both are going to deposit some money in it from time to time, when something is worthy of memory. Besides the money, you both learn that there will have the unlimited (... więcej)
Zabdiy Yoav, 26 october 2012
self-love
why settle for less, when you can have more;why settle for the worse, when you can have the best;why settle for being the last, when you can be the first;why settle for a foolish game, when you can just sit back and relax;people are like things, invaluable and useless things are always taken away and (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 18 october 2012
My request to Buddha
I have a request to Buddha,
“ Please let all my friends be healthy and happy forever ?”
Buddha says, “ Only four days !”
I say, “ Alright, Spring-day, Summer-day, Autumn-day, Winter-day. ”
Buddha says, “ Three days !”
I say, “ Alright, Yesterday, Today, Next-day. ”
Buddha says, (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 october 2012
The only one who truly shares my entire life with…….
The conversations between a professor and a student in the evening class sometime ago.
The professor said to the students,
“ Let's play a game, who'll be the volunteer for it ?”
Someone came forward, her name was Galaxy.
The professor said,
“ Please list the 20 most important names (... więcej)
Jorge Luis Molina Fentanes, 10 october 2012
Smile bebe
Smile bebe because you are beautiful, very lucky, very fortunate, very loved, and a very special person to someone in this world....don't let anything or anyone make you feel less.
Sonríe bebe porque tú eres Hermosa, muy suertuda, muy afortunada, muy amada, y muy especial para alguna persona (... więcej)
Scott Clark, 5 october 2012
Lessons on Association
Do we need to be associative with the ones we care for? Of course we do. Many people involved in human services do not believe so. A person becomes a number, dealing with an incident is done by regulatory protocol and to present personal friendship is discouraged. If we would involve ourselves in the (... więcej)
yemmerich, 29 september 2012
u
I poured you a glass of milk
you drink it like you do
your mouth a cave i want to explore
you say
"not yet. it wouldn't be right
and anyway
i don't love you anymore"
but the truth is i'm holding out
when you die i'll lay on your coffin
my tears will wear away the (... więcej)
yemmerich, 29 september 2012
him
His stories of me
fall to the floorboards
and split them open
I am running my barefeet across them
over and over
until I'm splintered
with the past
My hands shake as I hope
to drown in this
mug of tea
I press it to my lips
hoping it will burn them away
I am sitting in (... więcej)
eguana, 10 september 2012
Music of Silence
Lips are murmuring, laughing, whispering; eyes are staring, weeping, blaming; some faces are full of happiness, others covered by sorrow, the breeze is holding their echoes, passing through me, yet I can’t catch the scene.
I with my senses have been taken where the music is, dancing beat along your (... więcej)
Zabdiy Yoav, 4 september 2012
let go
Letting go doesn't only mean that you gave up,
Sometimes it only implies that you just wanted a time to think, grow up, explore and know yourself even more...
Zabdiy Yoav, 4 september 2012
wrong conviction
Making convictions that the WRONG person could be the RIGHT person for you is like believing that you passed the exam when you actually failed on it...
cauchy3, 3 september 2012
Treat or cure china WUJANTO
Treat you and cure you WUJANTO….
Treat by partly exposed for preventions. Treat our china tyrants acute durations by plots will need the help of his wife. First in views is he do not hope to kill his own wife.
All at once is to put away WUJANTO guns and send away and cut by doing cinall (... więcej)
cauchy3, 27 august 2012
china epoch on ways
China epoch…
Epoch making come as cores and hubs are laws and moral fibers.,
Try and true are making change with chances and very good intentions.
Times are wheels have lucky dips. Take our epoch for sign of justices and equal laws. Times can loss but forces are (... więcej)
Celine, 25 august 2012
A World of Loneliness and Pain
It wasn’t always like this, you know. Before, I used to have lots of friends and family by my side, I had a smile on my face, and my thoughts were clear and mild and happy. That beautiful picture of all of the relationships I had with people—family, friends, relatives, acquaintances. The picture (... więcej)
Deniz Atay, 15 august 2012
Devil's Table
Once upon a time, in the lands of Anatolia, there was a legend about a “Devil’s Table”. The place is now what is left from a volcano destruction occurred many centuries ago and a place where tourists go and visit the famous footprints –at least the image- in a cage and watch the beautiful sunset (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 august 2012
why?
frustrated to the death that which is espoused by this singular mind fails to connect its meaning with the multitude of living minds of others as to garner an iota of intellectual conflagration leading to the reluctant and conflicted belief that either the subject matter is either too trivially expressed (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 8 august 2012
Vacation:
Slumbering through yet another day, which number long forgot, striving for less then a thought of remembrance, to reason its hourly expenditure of breath, seemingly wasteful to an earthly presence but, remaining eternally hopeful to its recurrence.
Naykd Poet, 30 july 2012
Spell-bound
Laying naked, spell-bound, following a torrid evening of drug-infused, sexo-erotic debauchery; legs splayed seductively wide, nursing an abused, semi-erect, though mercilessly cum-drained phallus that, forsaking its true, pre-ordained creationist purpose; rejoicing for having participated in this living (... więcej)
Deniz Atay, 28 july 2012
Daydreaming
Me and my best friend have been on a summer holiday in France for four days now. Yeah, we are in Cannes – so far so good! We have been staying in a very cheap hotel which has a fantastic view of the sea. We were lucky to be able to find that cheap of a hotel with a view like this; because (... więcej)
kay kareman, 22 july 2012
word
love is just a word.....a bunch of jumbled alphabets...with a sense of affection..devotion of the desires towards the endears to be enamored.....its not just a word
Deniz Atay, 19 july 2012
Climbing The Mountain
Actually, one – it can be any – mountain was the toughest of all I had climbed throughout my life. It was once said that this had caused many climbers to die on their way. I don’t know; this mountain can be even my dream, our yours – I don’t know. But one thing I am sure of is that this was (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 15 july 2012
Understanding
A capitulation to meaning of intent of an oral expression is subject to the biased observer’s subjugation to its object meaning sparking a potential conflagration for communicating minds want to convey/comprehend a mutual understanding to a matter at hand that is presumed to have been accomplished (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 11 july 2012
WARRIORS’ WORDS
I was fortunate to be viewing on PBS the other night
Military men and women past and present
So moved by their experience
While on duty in conflicts such as Vietnam,
Iraq and Afghanistan
(I use the word conflict in lieu of war because
these are not wars in the conventional sense)
As to author (... więcej)
marc chambers, 28 june 2012
Moonshines truth?
Sleep on the beach during the day and your just sunbathing, sleep there at night and suddenly your homeless
Deniz Atay, 27 june 2012
Rainy Day
Here am I, looking outside from the window sill. There are clouds in some parts of the sky. I wasn’t seeing them at all for days.
Man, last days were awful! I mean, extremely hot! Wish I was in Paris or somewhere – extremely hot weathers are not for me! Forget about me, what (... więcej)
Abby Smith, 26 june 2012
cerulean
cold rays of sun don't hit your face as you run towards the ticking
(--ticking, tick tick tick tick that maddening sound--)
and then you embrace her, her beautiful pale skin and long locks of flaxen wheat hair and eyes too blue
(--tickticktick, she whispers and she's too perfect--)
(... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 13 june 2012
Terry Crabtree’s Countertransference in To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!
Ego: Remember it’s an author’s death if you can’t haul this out to the verandah. By cruel and unusual punishment too. This happens when you share your opinions.
Id: What gives? I’m just standing here. I think we should mix and match the vintage Alexander McQueen with the Armani jacket, (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 13 june 2012
Locked Into Dualism
The ball will not bounce, steel canvas, floor markings to measure its rubber tracks. Stand in the idyll of the island. Step onto its boulevard, dance in its piazza. Freedom within sides is a retrogression, id within id, solvent, ethereal, edge of space. “Draw me into the outside to walk an inner (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 13 june 2012
First Consciousness
Georgia Desmarais taps each wall to check for a weak spot. A clue like Rodin first reading Dante, then Baudelaire. “Is today Wednesday or Thursday? Where are the light switches?” Georgia is growing wary, her eye like Max Ernst’s Chinese Nightingale, its iron beak as cold to the touch. No warmth. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 13 june 2012
Somewhere in Middlemarch
One of the drummers said Gerard’s a nonvirgin virgin, which doesn’t surprise me. But he seems so self-assured, as if he’s travelled the world, and seen it for what it is, and sort of laid back into a comfortable platitude.
He meditates, that’s what. He has all those good chakras properly (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 12 june 2012
Proof?/Dowód?
Armed by the reflective knowledge of the immediate present; confirmation of this truth provided solely by the imprint of the preceding letter comprising the anticipated future structure of a yet to be secreted composition of thought already born to its own virtual reality of presence in space and time; (... więcej)
Scott Clark, 12 june 2012
Tidbits
Knowledge increased by fury
who can stand?
Even His Angels worry.
What has made this good apple so rotten,
Aiding alone the bruises it's gotten.
This joy has not harmed them nor another,
so how is it evil when it they discover!
The world is slow to change
it has many (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
Dorothea Brooks in Hell’s Kitchen
“I’m coming over in an hour,” Gerard leaves another message. “The casserole smells great. Made a coconut cream pie as well, and hid some Ghirardelli squares in it too, the way you like it. Hey, maybe we should stay in this year and chill, y’know, hang out a bit? Looks like it’s about (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
Invisibility
I like to be left of centre when it comes to consciousness. To be poor in spirit, even health, but not without faith since the sun has risen for me from the east every morning. And it’s not a grandiose sight or manifestation, just an everyday occurrence like going into the garden and watering the (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After The Stormy Dark
They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
“Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning.”
Logos, but for letters.
~
There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlevé
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope.
(... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 11 june 2012
Cipher
You would have known the signs of a harsher winter, and smelt it in the drier air. You would have sensed legacy in the ordinary. You would have known when the soil was ready for spring, and its brambles and bloodroot and later, the azaleas.
I have to return Gerard his favorite book. It’s (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
A Near-Point Decree
Near another Lunar New Year, Marilyn Levine is tired of making briefcases and jackets out of ceramics and zippers when Michael Lucero tells her to restore the candour, his Roman statue wishing the coathanger had the same red as the teapot. This evening, the dakinis expect a conchoidal fracture. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
A Gifting Direction
“Who here thinks we’ve done enough window shopping?” The Sixth Dakini is caterwauling, yodels from the Apennines. “Who here wants a new harvest of radish for Ganapati so he’ll live with us in the African baobabs?” The local government is in cahoots with the other deities on the picula (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
A Proto-Indo-European Herd
The First Dakini understood Cavafy’s need to summon the horses of Achilles with their amber eyes gazing down at a wilting Patroklus. Ovid tried to do the same, exhorting Raymon Elozua to channel them first through a digital print, then with the same success he had with terracotta and steel. But (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
A Sonorous Altruism
“If you can’t find my hairdryer,” the Second Dakini says, “there’s the Bradley in the restroom.” The Bradley can be meaningfully worked into the Third Dakini’s slab of brick clay, now tightly wrapped in plastic to help keep in the moisture. “Clay reconstitutes itself,” the Second (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 10 june 2012
A Broken Family
“No one likes a social malady,” the Third Dakini says, unscrolling the rural ordinance against terrace-farming anywhere in or around Arusha National Park. That leaves David Meltzer’s apple chapter with the nagaraja holding a jam biscuit by its teeth, its belly pre-dynastic and egg-shaped. It’s (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 june 2012
CAT/KOT
Cat, strident, independent by nature yet flourishing by its company; reluctant expresser of thankfulness for the gift of nurturing given without demand, yet appreciative for its presence by periodic, limited display of affection with sole, rational reason: to attract and capture the attention of its (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 june 2012
Jewel Amongst Stones /Jewel Wśród Kamieni
Innocent amongst the stones lay a jewel; precious yet unassuming, wanting for nothing of mention to its beauty though beautiful it is; honoring all the essence of nature’s glorious offerings to the beholder’s sense of sight; who in turn, can relish, if but for a moment, with awe, in the unique, (... więcej)
Scott Clark, 10 june 2012
WASTE
When will we walk
About auburn arenas
Showing shorn sheaves
Tightly tickling touches-
Everyone.
Scott Clark, 10 june 2012
Complex Nature
Environmentally and Envelopmentally Influenced Simple or Simple to Complex Positional Adjustments relative to a particle or mass within an uncontained or containing environment involving a base centric influence. The Centric influence is the adjustment of a particle to be centrally positioned within (... więcej)
Nguyen XIII, 2 june 2012
The Monster and the Protractor
Once upon a time, there was a monster in a local village; he was a very lonely monster because he had done many things in the past. Many of those things he had forgotten while others were engraved into his mind like it was just yesterday. He always felt that he was alone in the world because he never (... więcej)
Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012
A Bug in The Eye Is Worth Two On The Shit
How long can someone keep one eye shut? I mean, the world record? A gnat flew into my left eyeball this morning. Right into my iris! I heard my cornea scream out from the back row as if it were some b rated horror film and it wanted it’s money back. The gnat died on impact, my only sliver of silver (... więcej)
Tyler Lundgren, 1 june 2012
The Drugs Won't Cuddle
Yes, I know these converse shoes will hide the holes in my socks; mismatched as they are. And these oversized 50's glamour glasses will hide last night’s sleepless tirade from bar to bar. But makeup can't shadow the teeth marks born of an x pill's dance through our bloodstream... or (... więcej)
Icedawan, 29 may 2012
The fate of Beauty - II- marriage
" where's the music come from ? who's playing the string ?" I stopped my step.
" Miss, you don't know ?" My servant replied with astonishment.
" The lord has guests here. One of them is a handsome gentleman, who is talent and intelligent. It's he (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 26 may 2012
Dreamt Dreamer Dreaming
dreaming of the dreamer
dreaming the dream
dreamed by the dreamer
dreaming the dream dreamt
Celine, 23 may 2012
Wall
Sweating a little, but still a little bit awake in the humid air, I walk down to the parking lot, my too-small sneakers squishing the muddy, sloppy ground beneath my feet. Avoiding the larger puddles, I stare down at the dark green grass, and the mud revealing itself with a dull, shimmering glow, from (... więcej)
Harihar Patel, 21 may 2012
The Soul
By nature I am just devilish; I am nothing if not 'self'ish.
My words are a lot of hot air; I too am abreath of air.
I am nothing-granted; but I am here.I am just energy- no mass-
only frequency.There is a sea of energy surrounding you like air or
or water- readily available (... więcej)
wordwulf, 18 may 2012
~angels run away~
~drifting down that rat hole~
~he don’t want to go there alone~
~so he invents superman~
~trades women sex for drugs~
~gets the boys that way too~
~the world is his his stage is his world~
~everybody wants to see it~
~make him run~
~run away~
~die rockstar die~
~angels run away~
(... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 15 may 2012
Thought
Challenged to bleed thoughts that convulse cerebrally into this realm of presence; discourse that longs to realize the tactile experience of human senses; to infuse its meaning essence into this contemporary network of contained vessels of energy’s manifestations; to promulgate its thought presence (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 14 may 2012
Message In A Bottle?
Hiding in the effable depth of the psyche lies in waiting; the genome trigger to the Soul purpose to Being; encoded, etched into the fiber of elemental-construct that manifests pre-ordained; order of atomically, encrypted prophecy of omnipresent, cosmic-energys’ design entrusted to the sovereignty (... więcej)
Roselyna, 5 may 2012
How i would have ended the hunger game (Mockingjay)
Mockingjay
I hear the screams of the rebels and the peacekeepers just a block away. I conceal my bow and arrows further inside the cloak. I try to keep the idea of Gale right now dead or more like being tortured. The tears are in danger of coming again; I try to forget to what is happening to Gale (... więcej)
LuLu, 4 may 2012
The Death of a Smile
The inner depths of my soul screams in agony, torrmented by betrayal of trust, care, and devotion. I can't sleep at night, for fear that Death's flaming chariot shall take me away. I can't eat while my soul starves for attention. I can't cry, my eyes gave up their tears when you died. (... więcej)
Tinker Bell, 4 may 2012
The Manual Of the Warrior Of Light
Warriors of light always keep a certain gleam in their eyes.
They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals.
They are often cowardly. They do not always make the right decisions. They suffer over the most (... więcej)
Tinker Bell, 4 may 2012
The Manual Of the Warrior Of Light
A warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves. He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of making any progress in life.
‘I’ve been through all this before’ (... więcej)
Celine, 2 may 2012
Life 2
Everyone is a beginner at life. Is life a game? In some ways, yes. In some ways, no. Life is something that can be always used in an analogy with virtually anything. Life is like an apple. It seems all shiny and inviting, but you never know if it's poisonous.
Life is like a mirror. You can always (... więcej)
Celine, 2 may 2012
Final Masterpiece
(Note: Not a true story. I'm not depressed or anything. I think.)
It’s my final masterpiece. One I’ve been working on for weeks, if not months. It’s been carefully crafted, drawn out before, a million times maybe, and in detail to every little diamond, color, and stitch. I’ve (... więcej)
IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 2 may 2012
Collide Of War World 3
‘Tears sprinted down my face, but the thought in my mind was just another fantasy. Until he rounded the street corner and my wall of war debates, melted to reality. He was in one of those jeeps you always see in the movies picking up your loved ones on the way to the fighting grounds for the battle. (... więcej)
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 29 april 2012
Pisiya: Little Gems Yet to be Discovered
England has sonnet, rondel and limerick. Japan has haiku, tanka, renga, and katuata. And Philippines has tanaga, dalit, and pisiya.
If you are familiar with Filipino poetry, then you might be wondering, "Uhm, Yehoshua, pardon please? What in the world is pisiya?" Well if you do, I'm (... więcej)
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 29 april 2012
Tanaga: A Filipino Treasure
As a Filipino poet, it is my responsibility be familiar with the Philippine culture. It is a prerogative to me to know the hidden treasures and precious heritages of my own country (especially the special features of its literature), to treasure them, to be proud of them, and to show the world their (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 26 april 2012
God Spirit Realm
God Spirit Consciousness:a manifestation of Mind born to this cellular, material dimension by the seeding of a Soul-energy, the gift to conception, giving birth to a life-journey whose path is to gain full realization: an Awakening; not given but found by those whom, by catalyst of intuition, come to (... więcej)
Maxis Grey, 24 april 2012
The Hunt: The Plant and The Dinosaur
The streets of the shopping district were as full as ever as people scurried about trying to finish up last minute Christmas shopping. Snow had begun to fall in the early hours and as time ticked by no one took notice of the rising levels in their rush to get everything on their lists. Unnoticed by the (... więcej)
Ikerot, 21 april 2012
From Where We Started - Prologue Part I
The village cried to me to put it out of misery, however, I could not undo this nor could I stop it. It was far too late. It was already over for them. Fires raged upon the roofs, brightened my eyes and dilating my pupil. The section I was in neatly placed houses symmetrically. Each of them was made (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 21 april 2012
Change:True Nature of Being / Zmiana: True Nature of Being
Subconsciously challenged to encode a revived spirit energy; an awakened paradigm to Presence that lay dormant within the original cellular construct to this living entity awaiting the catalytic infusion of time garnered mystical enlightenment to inspire a reality manifestation concretely and significantly (... więcej)
Abby Smith, 20 april 2012
malignancy
take in all my pain, my agony, but take in my life, my joy, my love. when i die, i want you to take it all. promise me, just make me a promise, that when i can't talk and my skin hurts and my lips are swollen and my hair is gone, that you'll take me away.
ellerosey, 20 april 2012
Repeated Dreams chapter 1
"Again and again and again..." The raven haired boy said repeatedly. He feels like he's finally going insane. "I hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this...." He really don't want to go to sleep. "That girl... what does she want from me?", he thought. Repeated (... więcej)
Nicholas Landon, 19 april 2012
Children of the Fall 1:1
“And from the chasm of her throat she uttered the
scream of our mortality, In the vastness of her wet eyes she produced a
flood…”
- Excerpt from “Mourning Song for Gaia” by
Nascosto Nome
Chapter I
The apartment on
Amsterdam Road was a mess. Crumbling bricks and flaking (... więcej)
Joanna, 19 april 2012
Running
Always running. Running from those dreams that seem too good to be true. Running from those people who're too nice to be good. Running from those places that hold all of those memories. One day I might stop, but not today. Today I need a new picture. A new tree in my backyard. A new flower in my (... więcej)
Joanna, 19 april 2012
Redemption
Redemption is not an easy thing. It is an epiphany. You may feel it close by, but until it thinks you're ready, you'll never see it. It may sneak up on you and leave you feeling guiltily empty inside. It may gently overtake you with a charming smile and make you feel light and buoyant. (... więcej)
Joanna, 19 april 2012
We will not apologize.
The dreams we hold in our deepest souls. Those are our secrets. Those are our hopes. Our wishes. Our nightmares. They are our fantasies. They give us our will to live. They give us our foresight. Our patience. Our desires. What a world have we created where our dreams are our nightmares? Where our (... więcej)
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28 april 2024
samoA
dziękuję. uśmiech posyłam
27 april 2024
Jaga
Bardzo, widać że dobrze mu z oka patrzy ;)
27 april 2024
On tak dostojnie chodzi, że to czysta przyjemność
27 april 2024
kb
hm tutaj pokazano niejako wprost sprawcę światła.
27 april 2024
sufit, uśmiech i barany... no tak to jest, sama
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"wszystkie modlitwy wymyślili grzesznicy"
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social-real. bardzo fajnie ujęte
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jeśli tylko
właśnie :)
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Adam Pietras (Barry Kant)
Dzięki, Violetta!
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Dziękuję:)
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Bociany są takie ufne:)
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Yaro
Bardzo kobiecy wiersz:) Pozdrawiam:)
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