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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.
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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
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
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.
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