Rudderless Hippy Posted July 20, 2014 Share Posted July 20, 2014 I cast out a stone and see the light that's thrown out Returned from the point where I saw my will working at the end of my aim. I want to start with my goal in mind. Drawn backwards I slide when I leave at slack tide It's easy to lose the reflection until the ripples have died But that moment doesn't exist. The water will always move and sway, the goal always changing dipping in and out of a perfect state. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted July 29, 2014 Share Posted July 29, 2014 I dreamt of a man gentle and tender who entwined his fingers with mine The dream felt so real that for a few seconds it trespassed into my waking life I remember only the sensation of the touch the warmth and strength of his hand And a phrase made of five words spoken by this inimitable man I woke happy peacefully content but I wanted to dream more of him who made me feel ebullient The moment passed but the mirth remained I doubted anyone could make me feel the same Somewhere there must exist a savvy and vital man who is kind enough to hold my hand Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L_J Posted July 29, 2014 Share Posted July 29, 2014 Delivered the message cutting through tumultuous times Just wanted to hear that message slicing through futures time precision aura hone riding the gases of absolute zero surfing the ice forming provider spinning the worlds of time waves of exchange they come to me In the beginning they were being pressed by outside forces so intense the pressure my brainiverse sprang into existence The heat of those moments attempting to push back the bitter cold For this my eyes cast The zoom tells of worlds not so distant that run through me searching for that next link that joins to make the fabric Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted July 30, 2014 Share Posted July 30, 2014 I particularly liked the first one, so perfect and beautiful. Ok inspired I will try something. Perfect unbroken light when we began We were unwoven a pristine duet Focused with pure intent, love alone Sacrificing all for that one moment That single point in time. Laying it on the line like each moment was our last. This folly of youth, in pursuit of beauty Sacrificing truth. We never knew that things could change As energy shivers, focus fades. That's when your vision widens Suddenly a thousand points of light A thousand lives shining. The thred is frayed our love fractured. That was one boooop. When you go I understand but Can't you tell I am like a pup Waiting by the door Waiting for head on paws When you are here I bound around Unleashed bearing grinning teeth It's my way Uncensored and indiscreet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted August 11, 2014 Share Posted August 11, 2014 My mind is trapped inside my body. An ocean of thoughts and feelings that never make it to the surface. You never see a mote of the beauty and passion I carry inside. And there are days when I want to be me. My mind swells against the prison of my tongue. It aches to be free to speak. A waterfall of ideas raining down, but only a drop comes forth from my mouth - "sure", "absolutely", "no problem", "okay". These aren't words I choose to speak, but they are words you understand. Out they come, and you smile and nod. My mind demands more of life. Surely, there must be more than this. I would trade the disquieting peace - I'd discard my clever camouflage - I'd give up my normality - For a life worth living, a life where you and I speak about anything and everything, where the world is open for exploration, where communication also becomes music and touch and 3D art, where no one is rejected for being different. Where does a life like this exist? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L_J Posted August 13, 2014 Share Posted August 13, 2014 He looked upon himself as half the man in which the fury on thoughts devour as he lay in the empty valley No light was cast for him No, not for him Why could he not see the path? The fireflies did not shine in his world For had they, they would have lit the path to climb rooted stairs up the mountain side Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jinger Posted August 14, 2014 Share Posted August 14, 2014 something I wrote at 3am: you burnt your brazen black books their ash filling the air with disgust and despair your frail flesh pierced with hollow hooks caught in time, too rusted to repair throttling down withered whisky after whisky the cold casting poisons pour into the abyss the thought of getting up seems a bit risky placing the blue bottle to let out a hungered hiss casually coughing from the last cig the finest feelings of blazing bliss while googling the next glorious gig that we will all morbidly miss pitifully we pass out in pain arsenic alcohol flowing through our veins from the pointless pastime with no gain trapped tight together within our chains Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted August 18, 2014 Share Posted August 18, 2014 To be closer to him I sought out immortality, but instead, a death-like sleep separates me from humanity. How could I not reach beyond my limits to touch the feet of Cupid. How could I not try to taste life one last time. Rising gracefully into a last embrace with him. How could I not hold his tenderness in my mind. If he could redeem my tarnished soul and wake me from this languid plight, will I live once again, kneeling in his light? -- Thou and I under a different sun would never need to journey away. Everyone we meet would understand us and the words that we say. We would belong as we are, never as they would have us be. For you are already perfect. Truthfully, that is what I believe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted August 31, 2014 Share Posted August 31, 2014 We miraculously made beautiful patterns On the page with 26 letters up, a single word wide. Side to side waltzing around the awkward fact that I seemed to fall so easily for your eyes and your hair your use of language and sound. On my own I helplessly go from point to point Fruitlessly from A to B. What choice do I have but to aimlessly give my love without a thought of a return. Only a cold echo. Regardless, I am whatever makes me. I'm filled with love regardless. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nzroof Posted August 31, 2014 Share Posted August 31, 2014 love this ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jinger Posted September 1, 2014 Share Posted September 1, 2014 a world covered and consumed by distortion wretching and raving in its righteous retortion as lines of static chaotically consume the skies flailing and falling in the retaliation it tries hollow horizons collapse and crumble bleeding and burning though their worthless waste mountains of mould twist and tumble ending everything with a harsh eternal haste trusting others burns a truly terrible fate cursing kindly this harsh undeniable hate burnt loathing leaves scatter the solitary soil while citys crack and pour oceans of oil hollow horizons collapse and crumble bleeding and burning though their worthless waste mountains of mould twist and tumble ending everything with a harsh eternal haste Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted September 7, 2014 Share Posted September 7, 2014 If I were to listen to my dreams my skin would be screaming out why did you separate yourself Why did cut yourself from his flesh. I would take myself to the highest building and I'd Leave myself there and not return. If I see things through the pain that is what I would do. I am reminded when I wake, he was the one who left me I just made the first move. Place were traded and she came first and always did and always will. Threat away regret away nothing changes the choice you made. Here I am still healing skin still screaming to you I'm nothing but a memory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L_J Posted September 14, 2014 Share Posted September 14, 2014 Raise voice to the heavens above Let it sound a quiet as love Dark consumes so be aware dance about without a care All of those struggles we feel Only seem... oh so real Push back the night shine through the day you'll make them all just fall away When things get strange and torn apart remember how you felt from the start Tell the heavens no way begin moving hand gesture a new sound with curves and lines write away the sands of time make it better sealed with love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted September 15, 2014 Share Posted September 15, 2014 There is no such thing as a fair world Knowing that is everything. I feel it time and time again How I let time rush off Looking forward instead of in. Wanting not having. I have so much in my grasp. Potential. Voice and hands all seeing eyes How can I let hatred blind me. I won't argue for your weakness anymore I won't fear what is coming. I'm just starting to fly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 After things were finalised, not content to Remain a drab bird but becoming a prized peacock A hundred colours consumed and atomised, Perfumed and painted every hue. Colours that heal stripped back to nature Alone, colours reveal when peeled to the core. I've been getting into colour a bit. I doodled. They are rubbish but the colour is important to me right now. Naiyls! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 Me again. clay cliffs shaved clean By the waves A cascading curtain reflecting him alone A world away from my luna home. He is beautiful, when I look back But what a shame to change In such a shallow way when the waves are slack. If only I could go back But that is a poisonous pastime When the one I left's no longer mine And no longer who he was. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pandaman37 Posted September 22, 2014 Share Posted September 22, 2014 sometimes i see ballrooms. i see stars and sandy beaches and forests and rain with soft, grey clouds and beautiful people everywhere. i float around in 3/4 like a little speck of dust bouncing through a drafty room. sometimes i see nothing but red. i find people repulsive. i want to shatter glass, and break buildings. i want to run a thousand miles until my heart pops, i want to break bones and tear tendons. sometimes i don't feel anything at all. i'm just in bed, waiting to fall asleep. listening to a fan blow air. sitting in a classroom. walking. this is how i am most of the time. externally, there is no distinction from these states. i might be able to describe what i am feeling, but there is no real way to truly emote the things i feel on the inside because i never learned how. i can smile, but it is a poor imitation to the things i feel in my head. i do not cry. i try not to tell people my problems. i take care of my friends like i would take care of a garden. you will never get a message from me in the middle of the night. sex is biological. i want to do well in life because i want my children to do well. i want to be a good father so my children will know right from wrong. i detest the people who wear their hearts on their sleeves. those people who think so much that their lives or emotions are more important than anything else in the world are so fucking desperate. not only is it desperate, it is ignorant and unfulfilling, to go about chasing perfection like they do. what's worse is when they take advantage of people like myself, who think they might be able to inject some rationalism into the situation. not a chance. the best way to describe people like me is inert. we don't interact with other quite so much. we stay on a certain course until a force acts on us and changes our trajectory. the worst part about all of that is that once we are stopped, there's no moving forward. we just have to wait until someone else puts us back in motion. so whatever you do, if you know someone like me, don't mess around with us. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L_J Posted September 23, 2014 Share Posted September 23, 2014 That wolf did howl cast upon nights glare Scanning horizons teeth seething with primal form drool glistening against the stars heavied breathing reeling senses He enjoys the hunt held at the ready but when he is in doubt devours from inside out very few match his strength yet in this presence he cowers his ears and turns tail disappearing into the forest leaving only the prints of a failed hunt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L_J Posted September 23, 2014 Share Posted September 23, 2014 A heart upon sleeve more precious than gold Handled with gentleness and grace for the human spectra does span greatly and my ears are tuned to receive kindness not hate For that, I do not apologize when the utmost honesty was conveyed crumpled up and thrown away So I will wait for you to see no lies did cross upon these lips My heart will walk alongside my mind as I move forward battling time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted September 23, 2014 Share Posted September 23, 2014 Watching them pass through, giving each one meaning. Even our feelings have names. We can't help it, it's our nature. It's hard to see ourselves so a mirror isn't a bad thing. Projecting what you want takes time It's no mean feat, and it's a path to take alone. I am not static, my image shifts and changes and I am not afraid of what I see, not afraid of the image I project. I change every day up and down, finding a way to see but not judge, feel without giving it a name it's a journey to make alone without fear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted October 7, 2014 Share Posted October 7, 2014 The bodiless symbioses are what succors me, but once again, I find I believe in the heroes of old- Orion, Adonis, and Hippomenes the bold. Elated though I am, I feel peacefully content to watch from afar as they unfold their master plan. Confident I am that what will come from them will be as wonderful or greater than anything foretold. -- Traveling to the fuzzy line before the unknown, I pushed away all that would easily go, to not witness the transition, but it is not a quick expedition. The strife I struggled through was a byproduct of this isolation, but better to feel petty wrath from afar than the pity and sorrow up close. At least, that is what I said to comfort myself, but that primal need to live and breathe makes me want to scream- 'Don't let me go!' You drew me to your warmth and how I rushed to speak to you in my way. But to spare you sadness, I thought it best to stay silent and away. And yet, if you have need of me, I would try to extend time to include unwritten days, but I cannot say how long I can stay. If I had the ability to alter destiny, I would make certain your life was long, full and happy, because I adore you, you lovely, clever fool. Do what you must do, but know I believe in you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragondust Posted October 21, 2014 Share Posted October 21, 2014 Beautiful work guys! In The Light Bound to the Earth as I move with the Moon Can you hear my cry while you sleep against the tide As it becomes harder to see while watching shadows play in the light I’ve fallen in this spell My soul grows fond bathing in stars warming the universe Imagining your whisper was a touch gazing past the nothing through the storms seeing certain patterns emerge Watching shadows play in the light Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted October 22, 2014 Share Posted October 22, 2014 Split Ends. The roots were holding on next to the keratin, nestling, gently the wind caressed them sometimes, hair and not hair alike. Near-motionless at the swivel chair, she and the solar headband, leaning, taking in. Subsisting on overheard conversation. Faster creatures with active powers swinging by and wrapping around. Life was self-revolving, self-resolving. Flash- forward. Stunted petals are growing back stronger. Something happened. She evolved perhaps, took another's skin perhaps; some say the roots took hold of her ears, but today she seeks. Her white feet are paddling. She runs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jujubean Posted November 4, 2014 Share Posted November 4, 2014 I think you're extraordinary even when you goof or fumble, and you're always kind and caring even when you want to walk away. I think you're absolutely wonderful even when you curse or mumble, and you're always smart and funny even when you run out of things to say. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rudderless Hippy Posted November 10, 2014 Share Posted November 10, 2014 I come to try countless keys to locks And throw myself onto the rocks And discover what confirmation I can find In shadows shown only to the blind Taking time to count the stars In hopeless desperate hours hours Because I still can't see quite clearly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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