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What is...What is
What is Love like?
Love is like a fire.
Burning bright and warm inside your heart.
What is Greed like?
Greed is like a fire.
Consuming everything in its eternal hunger. Destroying until there is nothing left.
What is Hope like?
Hope is like flying.
Raising your spirits up, up, up.
What is Despair like?
Despair is like flying.
No matter how high you get or how hard you fight, at some point you must come down, down, down.
What is Bliss like?
Bliss is like floating.
Suspended somewhere between space and time, where no sorrow can reach you.
What is Oblivion like?
Oblivion is like floating.
Unaware of anything, trapped where nothing can reach you.
Flimsy FireFlimsy Fire
It is not hope that drives us forward. It does not push us onward. Or compel us to rise. Hope is like a flame starving for something to burn. It latches onto the first thing it can and holds on until it dies. Hope is not strong enough to drive us. So what does then? Joy? Love? Passion? No. These, like hope, are flimsy and delicate. But fear, and anger, hatred, and sorrow. These are strong enough. They control our bodies and minds. They make our guts turn inside out. Make us hurt others. Make our blood boil. Make us cry out. These things are strong. They are powerful. They are driving. They are in all of our hearts. Waiting patiently for the flames to die and their ice to spread and turn souls to stone. It is not we are normally told. It is cruel, and ugly, and makes your head spin. But it is truth. And we hide from the truth. Desperately clinging to those flimsy fires. Hiding in this lie of safety and good that we have created. With the ice standing by. Biding its time. Wai
My Place of PeaceMy Place of Peace
With the clouds floating weightless above my head. Ever changing yet ever constant.
With the ocean swirling around me. Restless and filled with life.
With the world to my back. Waiting for me to return.
With the wind in my hair, and with the waves roaring loud.
Only me, the sky, and the ocean.
My place of peace.
what can ART do...what can ART do .
Show you the world.
Pull you into the beyond.
Capture a moment.
Make you laugh or cry in an instant.
Fill up your soul with sound.
Open your heart.
Tell you a story.
Make your imagination soar.
Open you to new possibilities.
What can you do with words?
You can create with words.
Whole new worlds, Dimensions, beings.
You can express your-self with words.
Tell the world who you are.
Show them how amazing you are.
You can rule with words.
Fight with your words.
Fight for your words.
Your words are a gift.
Don't ever give them up.
1, 4, 31, 4, 3
Love for your family
Love for your friends
Love for your soul mate
A powerful force
A driving force
Can bring joy
Can bring sorrow
Love is everywhere
All you have to do is look
I AmPlease Read Description Before Reading
I am unique
I am special
I am important
I am talented
I am a star
I am worth it
I am strong
I can take it
I am free
I am smart
I am loved
I am individual
I am a human being
I am beautiful
I am who I am
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Stomach rumbles loud
Mind Tumbles round
Want something filled with lard
Would do anything for a shard
Oh looky looky
I see a cookie
And what's that you baked
Could that be a cake
A turkey filled with stuffin'
Scarfin' down a muffin
How about a waffle
What about a falafel
Lets have some ribs
Don't forget your bibs
If you have a brownie
You won't be so frownie
What about a cherry
We'll give it to Sherry
No cheese please
It makes me sneeze
Would you like some milk
It's smooth as silk
Hey it's a banana
Let's give it to Hanna
We can have lemon pie
On the fly
Don't bring a sandwich
They make Abby itch
Would you bring some chips
Lynn can bring the dips
Please hide the coco
Katie would go loko
And then we'll have roast ducks
Along with our Starbucks
And another thing
How 'bout some Burgerking
Or Panda Express
Now that's the best
We'll finish with gum
All I can say is yum
See you later Alligator
I am just a ghost
Nothing more than a host
To who I was
And that's because
To some degree
You have killed me
All I wish is to be me
All I want is to be free
I wonder how your soul
Could be so cold
To keep me in a box
That has so many locks
You block out the sun
I just want to run
Away from the badness
Before I slip into madness
I need to be me
I want to be truly free
Flying out to open sea
To a land filled with only
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Waiting for InspirationWaiting for Inspiration
It begins with the waiting.
That time before you even start
When there is nothing in our head but a murderous silence that you are desperate to fill and the blank space that burns at your eyes.
Then, all of a sudden, that awful quiet is replaced with a roar of voices and music and so much sound that your head is filled with it. And the cruel blank space bursts with shapes and colors and movements that dazzle your eyes.
And almost of their won accord your hands move to carve out the voices and the music and the shapes and the colors.
They engrave the beautiful chaos of your mind.
Then, as quickly as it came, the noise subsides until it is nothing but a distant buzz and the pictures grow dull until they are nothing but grey blotches.
Then it begins again.
Again you are alone.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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