truth

Infinity Plus One

How relevant are we as heaps
of wasting organic matter
to think think that we have some purpose
than whats already in the cards
dealt for us to play in this life ?
As in vain as we are as whole,
and bold we are to enoble 
ourselves to such worthy a cause.

What is missed is the simple fact  
we have no more say than the next 
who looks to the same sky as we ;
yet we as sure as the sun shines
go forth ever onward seeking
something hididng from being found.
Naked eyes and naked bodies
watching the hands go round and round
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Honest Exploration

Honesty sits like the carriage

swinging gently side to side,

hanging beneath a hot air balloon.

Only this balloon is alive,

and pumping with hot blood.

An honest person at the controls

will skip sleep to pull that cord

all the night through to get his

carriage over the steep mountains.

At the same time, an honest person

would admit they had met their limit,

and find a quiet beach to land upon.

For a good while each resting place

is temporary, because who knows

what’s over the next hill?

Perhaps one day you will find your

perfect place to rest and settle.

Until then, keep an honest heart

to carry you, and perhaps a passenger

or two, gently over the Everest

that may prove to be the last.

Until finally, you crest over and down

into the bountiful warm windward 

side of the towering sleeping giants.

But maybe you’re an explorer

and you’ll just keep going,

and that’s not a bad idea at all.

 

 

 

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I feel quit lonely here, about to burst in to tears.

I feel quit lonely here, about to burst in to tears. I can't imagine how my heart really feels, but I know I feel tired of the lies everyone tells me. I think my heart is hurt by all the pain I hold inside me. I feel like screaming till my voice is gone completely, like crying and never stopping just how rain happens, like running after something that's not really there but I keep going because I'm so confused of everything that's going on. I wanna say I'm sorry but why should I, if I'm not the one hurting anybody, I'm the one getting hurt but I still hold it in till I can't no more and then explode of all the pain, jealousy, anger, madness, and love, the one thing I fear most sometimes. I try being someone else because I wanna forget who I am, I wanna be someone who no one lies to and never leaves me waiting. I wanna be that girl who everyone loves, just like everyone loves the Fresh air of the beach when there walking in the sand with their love ones. But I will always stay stuck here wanting everyone to stop lying to me and tell me truth about how they feel. There's only one thing in life I want the most and that's to love the ones that are there for me and have never lied and to succeed in life with the goals I have in mind. I feel quit lonely here about to burst in tears. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem yesterday, I guess I didn't feel good about something or someone.  I guess i was just tired of all the lies and the untruthness. I don't know how it sounds but I just wrote what ever came out from inside of me. We live in a world full of lies, hate, jealousy and confusion and maybe its bringing me down Sometimes And wrote something about it. 

Cold Darkness

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First Poems
Cold darkness…

So deep and sharp,

So silent and still.

Glug…glug…glug…

Water dropping,

So… slow…

Such maddening sound

From elusive ceilings.

Glug…glug…glug…

Inhale…exhale

Dimness

Pierced by a glow

As a hero’s victorious sword,

Light swallowed the black abyss.

Mist flies above,

As Universal particles,

Concentrated in a point of

Harmony,

In the middle of fight

Where suns and moons

Revolve around…

Damp moss surrounds my sole,

As I pace,

Gracefully in vibrating lull.

And glanced have I,

In the abysmal water,

And seen a miracle around me:

It’s her,

Her majesty,

Celebrating,

In her richness of tones and shades,

Dancing in the mirror of truth,

The reflection of soul and thoughts.

Then standing behind such glory,

I couldn’t see but her,

Her dazzle of life,

And MAN to worthless has succumbed,

An error,

Not fitting in this splendor.
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Behind My Mask

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2013

There is only one guy

That has ever seen

Behind my mask

 

No one else ever could

Handle the truth of me

That’s why I never

Removed the mask

 

But one guy has and

He has always stayed

Where everyone else

Would see just a glimpse

And take off, never to return

 

This guy has strength

And determination, too

And the will to deal

With me no matter how

Upset, angry, depressed, pissed off

I can be, your still here

 

So I will stay with you

For a while, until you

Give me reason to change it

 

~Chrystal

Written on

 

June 14, 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about another guy that couldnt handle what was behind my mask.

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The Thing About That Word

 





The thing about truth is that it points out 

some wrongdoing on the part of us all, 

and our social values tend to be primitive in nature

whereby we choose human sacrifice

in the same way ancient civilizations

burned people at the stake and crucified them

for even suggesting such a thing, as if for us all

to bear the weight of life's burdens together

is an absurdity.

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Ha Ha Ha

Ha ha ha Hee Hee Hee

I can’t believe you actually thought you really knew me

You only know what I allowed you to see

 

 

Ha ha ha  Hee Hee Hee

You are so funny

How could you possibly believe you know it all honey

 

 

I am a cancer, hiding the true me is my speciality

 

 

 

 

Written by 

Dlr

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And 10,000 Miles Left in Question

Gone and running in an irreversible tension
And 10,000 miles left in question
Of ideas we just forget to mention

And the thoughts are left in the dark and disappear
and in comes walking, the unavoidable fear
A unknown direction, a road we somehow got sucked in to steer

Trying to take calm within the unpredictable shadows
Take control of your senses and dodge your arrows
and forget all of the anxiousness that somehow follows





Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was on the bus and the beginning part just clicked in my head,

The rest I came up within a few minutes.

Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

 

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

 

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

 

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

 

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

 

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

 

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

 

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.