the architecture of eggshellslet's talk about
the words we won't talk about.
in the grey cube sky
buses flow as quicksilver.
make a flower
in frosted dew.
giggle in rattles
until it diffuses
sigh in relief
at the lack of contact
with regret. friends
a smashed duality.
the ugly qualities.
the most humane bombs.
ForeverYou asked me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
Sandstone VaseDesolate genus detached
Out of clamping pitcher plant
Blanking edges of her hair
Signify the downed despair
Resting in her younger days
Catching up from out of faze
Lip dragged down in scattered weight
Show the happening her age has made
Hold the crumbling ring for ease
Hands curled softly at her means
Dust take up the cold embrace
Reaching down the gullet's grace
Shrinking as she leans for strength
Days bygone have met their length
Neared the end of opened maw
Yawning wide to take the world she saw
Time has poured to other half
With the parts well taken with
Resolve sapped so long ago
Waiting for the end to show
Represent a symbol's path
Moving to its aftermath
Left to ash with sandstone graves
Soon none will decipher her remains
Flower for the joy of life
Lay departed with the ones who die
the shadows beneath my eyes remind me of you.i got bored in class last friday,
so i wrote a poem upon my hand,
and when my teacher walked by he read it.
"that's deep," he said.
"i know," i told him,
Try This.Hold on to dissipated air like it's the last thing keeping you alive.
Stuff your lungs with it 'till it feels like you'll explode
And enjoy that feeling of being full.
Exhale and take a pause;
This is what it feels like to die.
Seriously, you might go insane if you never give yourself a break.
Nobody knows you better than you do.
Throw a glass vase at the wall,
Watch as water and sunflower petals mix,
Clashing ever so slightly.
Know that it's not fair.
Scream at the sky,
At the supposed "god" that lives there.
Ask questions even if you know you'll never get an answer.
Wish you were someone else,
Then look at the beauty of your life thus far.
Look at the relief.
Look at the sorrow.
Look at the joy.
Remember what it's like to feel happy,
Or in love.
Hold on to dissipated air 'cause it's the last thing keeping you alive.
Inhale every good thing that's ever happened to you,
And exhale all the rest.
Money Is Worthless.Back in an age where times were much simpler, a dollar was a dollar.
Now, in the wake of an ongoing recession, a dollar is worth a tenth of its value.
I guess money really doesn't mean anything anymore, but what's it to you?
After all, con artists have infiltrated our society, so you might as well holler.
Back in 1913, when Woodrow Wilson was the leader of the free world,
He decided to try and fix a national problem by creating the Federal Reserve.
Now who would have thought that the one solution that was meant to preserve
Would end up bailing out an incompetent government that has now unfurled?
It was back in the 1790's when the idea of paper money came to fruition,
And one Thomas Hamilton believed that this would make this better.
Now, some two centuries later, the landscape of our planet is much wetter,
And global warming has now become nothing more than atmospheric tuition.
Hear me now, men and women of the human race, for I must tell you all
That even though the stocks are at all-
The dreamdancerMidnight's starlight shows the way
Hides the shadows and the dangers
Covers up the tears and scars;
To create a flawless perfection.
Perfection the dancer finds all time
When he risks to see his reflection.
The dancers perfection shows his challenge:
Stronger than stone, he is the chosen one.
Chosen by destiny's breath
Cursed to see what once will end
How crippled beauty dies in ashes
And all the peace that drowns in blood.
He's cursed to know about the horrors
That will keep terrorising during eternity.
Dancing on the edge between
Truth and beautiful, gentle lies
Between what has to happen
And everything what could become.
Between duties to fill in
And lovers to protect. He is forced
To be silent and watch his world
Crumbling down in chaos and pain.
Between doing wrong and turning right
He is forced to play with lives
And love, between hatred, death and faiths.
It's not allowed to save someone
And telling exactly what he saw
It's forbidden since he can remember.
By destiny's breath he
31 Writing Prompts1) Ocean