His surviving words had lifeless meaning.
But her music was certain.
Mysteriously, their song gave hope! #review
But her music was certain.
Mysteriously, their song gave hope! #review
What's wrong with the light?
Have I gone blind?
Why can't I see it anymore?
Why can't I see it entering inside me, Wiping off all this emptiness?
Why doesn't it burn my soul anymore?
Have I lost my soul or the light ?
#review #generalthought
Have I gone blind?
Why can't I see it anymore?
Why can't I see it entering inside me, Wiping off all this emptiness?
Why doesn't it burn my soul anymore?
Have I lost my soul or the light ?
#review #generalthought
His surviving words had lifeless meaning.
But her music was certain.
Mysteriously, their song gave hope! #review
But her music was certain.
Mysteriously, their song gave hope! #review
Today I saw death in the eyes, she smiled at me and told me that he loved me.
Today I saw death in the eyes, I felt fragile and small.
Today I saw death in the eyes, I don't want to look at it again.
Today I saw death in the eyes and she looked back at me.
I'm not prepared for the slow walk of her.
I'm scared, for all the things I left behind.
I let out a slow sigh! I don't want to stop breathing.
But here I face her, with a true sigh.
And I suffer at the same time, for what I lack to love.
Oh! Death now that you are looking at me, touch my soul and spare my life.
Oh! Reason in misery, focus your mind, death is not looking at you.
#review
Today I saw death in the eyes, I felt fragile and small.
Today I saw death in the eyes, I don't want to look at it again.
Today I saw death in the eyes and she looked back at me.
I'm not prepared for the slow walk of her.
I'm scared, for all the things I left behind.
I let out a slow sigh! I don't want to stop breathing.
But here I face her, with a true sigh.
And I suffer at the same time, for what I lack to love.
Oh! Death now that you are looking at me, touch my soul and spare my life.
Oh! Reason in misery, focus your mind, death is not looking at you.
#review
Hello there all. Good morning.
I'm a student and I write sometimes. This is something that I just wrote and share here. Please give your reviews on it.
Title: Fate
I chose to be burn in hell
I chose to swim the ocean
I chose the pain.
All that I chose.
I can't blame thou for my suffering,
You are the reason tho.
I can't play with thou,
You played tho.
I chose you over entire world.
I chose death. Accepted it. As it is.
Now all I hope is to wait till the last day.
A day when I'll reach the bottom of the ocean.
A day when you will no longer be able to see me.
A day when I'm suffering will end. A day I'll meet my master in hell.
But the only regret I will have there is,
You will not be there. Because I accept that fate,
So you can live and enjoy.
#review
#poetry
#prashant
I'm a student and I write sometimes. This is something that I just wrote and share here. Please give your reviews on it.
Title: Fate
I chose to be burn in hell
I chose to swim the ocean
I chose the pain.
All that I chose.
I can't blame thou for my suffering,
You are the reason tho.
I can't play with thou,
You played tho.
I chose you over entire world.
I chose death. Accepted it. As it is.
Now all I hope is to wait till the last day.
A day when I'll reach the bottom of the ocean.
A day when you will no longer be able to see me.
A day when I'm suffering will end. A day I'll meet my master in hell.
But the only regret I will have there is,
You will not be there. Because I accept that fate,
So you can live and enjoy.
#review
#poetry
#prashant
Why am i so addled, i seek retort through this creation.
Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation
What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation.
I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation?
Why is it so important, why look for identification?
Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation?
There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation?
I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination?
#Snowy #review
Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation
What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation.
I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation?
Why is it so important, why look for identification?
Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation?
There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation?
I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination?
#Snowy #review
Do you see me?
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
Meek mildred mark me a move
Sequester sparkles to dawn dews
For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth
And humility of your bloom alone
Quest my quench in the living doom .
Prior policies did prune piety ,
Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage ,
And borrowed songs is all i bequeth
Unworthy hands at your marvel
Lucky enough for a sun to shine ,
And see you smile to hope
In a pleasure of day to be fine
Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom.
#review
Sequester sparkles to dawn dews
For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth
And humility of your bloom alone
Quest my quench in the living doom .
Prior policies did prune piety ,
Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage ,
And borrowed songs is all i bequeth
Unworthy hands at your marvel
Lucky enough for a sun to shine ,
And see you smile to hope
In a pleasure of day to be fine
Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom.
#review
I often loved the idea
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders
then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip
but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders
then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip
but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
Of Shapes and Bones
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
#review #ShortStory
by Joshua C. Pipkins
“Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you."
“So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him.
“You are my guide,” he says.
“I am. My name is Vergil,” I say.
He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.”
“Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.”
A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body.
I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?”
“I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.”
I say, “You loved who you loved.”
“Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says.
Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?”
“Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.”
“There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.”
He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge.
“My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?”
“She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.”
“I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.”
Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.”
“I know. I know everything about you, remember?”
He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again.
He jumps.
“Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.”
#review #ShortStory
A cloud of possibility gathers
Of me loving you from a distance
And you being closer to me than a vein
Let me know your chaos
And douse me like the sweet rain.
#review
Of me loving you from a distance
And you being closer to me than a vein
Let me know your chaos
And douse me like the sweet rain.
#review
Cold Feet
As a mumbled day roars into the night
You awe at turmoil within sight
You rally hope deciphering in blind
And snap dead over guilty grind
You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined
While a stone numbs you too in hind
You are a masquerade charade of a time
Also drowned in an unworthy slime -
All that gained in revolt to a tornado
A subtle breeze oozes in
A drop from the eye
Mind over matter into
An invisibility you shatter
As crippled regards for matters of mind
You fall a shadow to own reflection
And curse the mirror in drab fashion
Thus you summon
An adventure into the night
Within all the while
Chatters anger your fright.
#review
As a mumbled day roars into the night
You awe at turmoil within sight
You rally hope deciphering in blind
And snap dead over guilty grind
You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined
While a stone numbs you too in hind
You are a masquerade charade of a time
Also drowned in an unworthy slime -
All that gained in revolt to a tornado
A subtle breeze oozes in
A drop from the eye
Mind over matter into
An invisibility you shatter
As crippled regards for matters of mind
You fall a shadow to own reflection
And curse the mirror in drab fashion
Thus you summon
An adventure into the night
Within all the while
Chatters anger your fright.
#review