The Hell of Homework
This is an essay I wrote for my English class. I believe it applies to all of us in some way or another. I hope you all enjoy, and at least find it interesting. Remember back to your days of school. Its a sleepless night, and you’re tired, stressed, and frustrated, but you can’t go to sleep. Why? Because there is a long and complex assignment laid out in front of you, one you must...
May not get to a piece today...
Have my first tedious college essay to finish up tonight. See you all when I can.
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Blossoms planted in an artificial style, Glimmer and gloat with a hard plastic smile. But blossoms who break free of that mold, Are truly a beautiful sight to behold.
The Reflection In The World's Mirror
Dance a halo on the surface, To distort the world’s mirror, For things are far more muddled, The more that it is clearer.
Haiku of History Class
Learned since we were young, I don’t think that history, Has changed all that much.
Butterflys, Flutter by, But do not try, To see life’s lie.
Whispered wisdom of the wind, Tells water of the fate that’s been penned. Relived, the water will rise and sway, But continue to push the wind away.
Hail The Conqueror!
The tiny shielded conqueror stands on the mountain, Proclaiming victory over all, Not knowing the volcano, Shall soon erupt under his feet.
Trees Are So Judgmental
Trees see us as terrible sheep, They think us that way because they can’t sleep, And when pained trees appear to weep, But really, trees aren’t that deep.
Quatrain of a Lonely Day
Just one person to spend time, Is that so much to ask? That would make living each day, Not such an arduous task.
The Man Who Wanted To Hate
A man stood on a bridge, Looking deep into the water, With a pained look upon his face, When a woman walked by, And going against her instincts, Asked him what was was paining him so. Without looking up he answered, “I can’t seem to hate, Despite the fact, That I want to so badly.” She was puzzled and asked, “Why would you want something like that? Its a terrible wish,...
The storm rages outside, And it rages on the inside of me, We’re both alone, And can’t do anything about it, Except cause some damage, Be it to ourselves, Or the world around us.
The Wind's Howl
Outside the Wind is howling, And if you truly listen, You can hear that she’s pained. Who has done such a crime, To cause the wind so much pain? And is she so damaged, That she dare not unleash her full fury? Or maybe she’s pained for some other reason? Maybe she howls because of the injustice, Done to the poet who writes upon her gales, I’d be honored if she was so attached...
I’ve never been a woman before the 19th Century, I’ve never been a black man before the Civil War, I’ve never been an Irish man under England’s rule, But I am similar to all of these people, Because I’m not seen as a person. I’m some near human thing in the eyes of my fellow man, A well sculpted golem, A very convincing android, Or even a rather large...
Haiku of Affection
Why is affection, When it comes from my damned heart, Just so laughable?
Set my soul for a mellow vibe, And transport my mind from city to tribe, Because if I keep it up I just might die, And if I said I wouldn’t miss it, that’d be a lie. I know I’ve bemoaned these people of life, How they’re apathetic, cruel, and so filled with strife, But I can forgive humanity and its every crime, Because without them, life has no rhyme. But I’d...
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The Hedgehog's Dilemma
I am alone and I don’t want to be, Can I bear the pain of a relationship? And is that pain less than the frostbite, Of the cold that is being alone? And if I decide to bear that pain, How do I acclimate to it? For diving straight into those quills, May be so sharp that it drives others away, Yet easing into it all gently, Could be so subtle that they would stray. And no one is inching...
Six Word Poetry #1
Nothing ever seems to go right.
Haiku of Inner Pain and Other People
Who cares about pain? Others don’t like to think of it, So just try and smile.
There is a man on the cover of my history book...
The rational part of me knows better, but the hopeful part of me is screaming, “DEAR GOD HE’S REAL!”
A Poet's Throne
Poets sit on solitary thrones, Thrones that are built for two. For poet’s are broken people and every day, Who need someone to help make it through.
Lakeside blooms, Know nothing of doom, They never know when they’ll wilt. They’ll soon be gone, But we’ll all go on, Mortality is for what they’re built.
Of Fish and Turtles
A school of fish in a turbulent pond, Of many a color and kind, Thrash about mercilessly, To make themselves easy to find. And turtles sit and watch this spectacle, Of fish thrashing for fame, The turtles just drift upon the current, They’ve no want for a known name.
Haiku of Lust and Desire
Free me from desire, For women here don’t want me, So why lust at all?
From Dusk Till Dawn
lilysofthefield: yellow clouds dust the evening sky waiting for the sun to melt into the horizon. The night comes upon it all, And the yellow clouds fade. Grey and morbid they remain, Until the dawn of a new day.
I Realize Now
I realize now, That I’ve little to lose, So why cower over the risk? Let me be spontaneous, Let me channel The Doctor, And be quirky and loved. Let that all happen to me, And damn anything otherwise. After all, I deserve it don’t I? And the only thing stopping me is… me. So I should do it. But knowing the coward I am, I’ll chicken out before the morn comes.
The Storm's Chase
The storm came after me today, It wanted to best me, To do me in, And see me dead on the ground. I proved too much a challenge, And found myself safe, And upset with it’s loss, Outside it raged, And cursed my name. I watched it’s fit with pride, And turned to boast my tale, And found no one there, As I was, And am, Alone. And thinking upon it now I realize, I should have...
Adrift In Sunfire
Lazy sunbursts drift by, In a green sky on the ground. They care not for mortal affairs, And are terrified when found.
The Dead Land
On this beautiful day, I find the land dead. Not a single soul, Upon her fields tread. Where have the gone? Do they cower in their shell? Maybe I’m not alone, Maybe this isn’t my hell.
A Stone Amphitheater
Dressed in blue is a lone patron, Of an amphitheater of stone. I think he’s there for the same reason as I, He’s looking for a home.
The Griffin's Vigil
A griffin perches high above, In order to survey the land, I hand him my notepad, So I can give him a hand.
The Marks of Brotherhood
Colorful symbols scribbled in stone, Give false brotherhood a sense of home. But how loving are these brothers bought? Look at them and realize its all for naught.
The Crown of Water
The crown of water, That dances for all to see, Parades in an open cage, And longs to be free. It yields not to the gale, But is trapped by the stone bar, ‘Tis the curse of water, Life won’t let it run too far.
Who Is The Poet of Gales?
For my physical apearance, It doesn’t look much. I’m not one to be envied, By my own touch. My head always capped, By a black paint fleck. And the tear of an eagle, Is worn round my neck. But I’m above the trite, Of my physical form. For to call my soul beautiful, Is to call the sun warm. A microcosm of life, Is what flows through my veins. And only the whispering wind, Is...
Haiku of Naps
Screw coffee and crack, Those tiny, great bouts of sleep, Are all that I need.
I’m a bit like a puppy, I cower at the thunder of bombast. Its quite a humiliating cowardice, I pray it won’t last. That loud clang of bombast, Is not harmonious with me, And the lack of meaning behind it all, Makes it more the sight to see. So please approach me quietly, With little to no bombast, For this terrible condition of mine, I fear its going to last.
Haiku of Shyness
I wish to know you, But my fear of ridicule, Makes me hold my tongue.
Haiku of Oblivious Hotties
So pretty and cute, You’ve so much each day to do, Except look my way.
Haiku of Pointless Inspirational Speeches
Inspiration flies, Over the ignorant minds, Making your speech moot.
Haiku of New Experiences
The water is cold, But if you never dive in, You can’t learn to swim.
Haiku of Confusion
Confusion creates, A tax on one’s mental state, And a messy day.
Trouble Tends To Focus On Certain People
What have we done to anger fate, To get so much trouble tossed our way? Do we deserve all that we get? Can just be a word for it all? I have personally seen and felt, The unjust sting of this unholy arrangement. I have seen the stupid, the ignorant, the depraved, The pure scum of humanity succeed and excel. And I have seen the brilliant, the wonderful, the kind, The pure paragons of humanity...
Haiku of Being Too Busy To Write
So busy prepping, For my new life tomorrow, So here’s today’s piece.
A Path Through The Past To Reach The Future
A winding familiar road rushed past me, On my way to begin a new life, That road which my past resided, Had not forgotten me. Memories flooded my head, Every instance both happy and sad, Flashed before my eyes, As if I was dying. I turned my head from that past, Into the blinding light ahead, Unfamiliar territory that is the future, Not sure if it was the path to Inferno, Or Paradisio. I...
luminescentsunshine asked: I see a man lost
In the mirrors of others
Searching for nothing.
In the mirrors of others
Searching for nothing.
I'm Not Cut Out For a Fast Life
I tried it, I really did, But it’s a little much for me. Just some small encounters, And I feel so very exhausted, I’m not sure if I can do it again soon. Maybe I’m just a slow soul, Who prefers the small encounters, To the rush and energy of the party. Or maybe I’m just scared, And can’t handle large numbers of people, No matter what the situation. So, call me...
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iamnopristine: penandwind : What do we mere mortals do, To win the favor of Venus, And gain one to love eternally? I’ve sought so long, For many a restless day and night, And it’s always eluded me. To cease a lonely life, And spread light to the world, That’s all I’ve ever sought. Do the poets… Simply fantastic. Read all of it, for your own sake.