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
Silent Night
Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
#review
Staring at the moon
Wondering how it was made
The soft light
The unbothering silence
Echoing winds
Chasing down the roughness of the day
Clearing the way for a new day
Looking forward to brighten people's day
I look at the silent houses
The ones with light outside but inner darkness
Waiting for another day
For people to bring their darkness out
I then feel a cold breeze
Of all unreached goals of the day
The lost hopes
And all the disappointments
The breeze is too strong
It reaches out to my bones
But then I look at the stars
And I get embraced by the dreams yet to be true
Slowly I turn my back and head back in
For the night speaks a lot to those who listen
To those who don't
It is a silent night
#review
/anon And I stand here again
In this not-so-real rain
Feeling every bit of it,
Feeling every kind of pain.
I can see myself standing
Asking me to let go
Let go of the hurt
Let go of the strain.
As I look out of the window
The sun is starting to rise
Birds are singing again
And the moon is paying the price.
#review
In this not-so-real rain
Feeling every bit of it,
Feeling every kind of pain.
I can see myself standing
Asking me to let go
Let go of the hurt
Let go of the strain.
As I look out of the window
The sun is starting to rise
Birds are singing again
And the moon is paying the price.
#review
Beyond the shores of thought and reason,
The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
#review #poetry #garuda
The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
#review #poetry #garuda
#review
Hold my hands and take me.
Take me back to our supernova, the distant galaxy, where you paint the sky in black and I heal your scars, under the light of a thousand stars.
Take me to a place where I no longer crave for your love; a love that unleashes the demons within. My life's a wall you have built in between two homes, one, where my heart breathes and other, where my heart bleeds.
Take me back to the start, where my intoxicated eyes speak of the dreams they had witnessed with you and you somehow, tend to fathom the words unspoken.
Hold my hands and take me!
Hold my hands and take me.
Take me back to our supernova, the distant galaxy, where you paint the sky in black and I heal your scars, under the light of a thousand stars.
Take me to a place where I no longer crave for your love; a love that unleashes the demons within. My life's a wall you have built in between two homes, one, where my heart breathes and other, where my heart bleeds.
Take me back to the start, where my intoxicated eyes speak of the dreams they had witnessed with you and you somehow, tend to fathom the words unspoken.
Hold my hands and take me!
I mutilate myself, no matter what i do.
Acting all spirit, i maim when I'm disregarded, when I'm passed over.
Acting all foul isn't my cup of tea either, i maim again, i incapacitate either way.
Being ignoble and or moral, both roads are noxious to me. What do i fancy then?
You blemish me, your bygones. I can't condone it. I can't strand you either. You, your, it impedes me, candidly but won't gash you by disclaim, renounce.... Won't? Well, can't is more apt, can't bestow to soar your agony.... But about my torment? I have nowhere to go, no door left open, I'm stuck, stuck with you. I'll dwell, I'll persist, that's what I've been doing, that's what i can keep up with. No possibility, either at whim or reluctantly, i have to adhere, no recourse.... I'd be thrusting here, i don't know the stretch, the extent, maybe perpetuity.
#review #Snowy
Acting all spirit, i maim when I'm disregarded, when I'm passed over.
Acting all foul isn't my cup of tea either, i maim again, i incapacitate either way.
Being ignoble and or moral, both roads are noxious to me. What do i fancy then?
You blemish me, your bygones. I can't condone it. I can't strand you either. You, your, it impedes me, candidly but won't gash you by disclaim, renounce.... Won't? Well, can't is more apt, can't bestow to soar your agony.... But about my torment? I have nowhere to go, no door left open, I'm stuck, stuck with you. I'll dwell, I'll persist, that's what I've been doing, that's what i can keep up with. No possibility, either at whim or reluctantly, i have to adhere, no recourse.... I'd be thrusting here, i don't know the stretch, the extent, maybe perpetuity.
#review #Snowy