Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Careless

I miss the way you kiss,

And the way you used to smile,

And pull me in a little tighter

When I'd ask to stay a while.

I miss the way you laugh,

When I trip over my own feet,

Or the way you'd sweep me up,

Carrying me out into the street.

I miss the way you saw me,

So careless and creative,

The look of a woman who loves a man,

And barely tries to save him.

I miss the way you loved me.

And for that I have no rhyme.

We always had our reasons,

But we ran out of time.

7
3
0
Juice
13 reads
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Careless
I miss the way you kiss,
And the way you used to smile,
And pull me in a little tighter
When I'd ask to stay a while.

I miss the way you laugh,
When I trip over my own feet,
Or the way you'd sweep me up,
Carrying me out into the street.

I miss the way you saw me,
So careless and creative,
The look of a woman who loves a man,
And barely tries to save him.

I miss the way you loved me.
And for that I have no rhyme.
We always had our reasons,
But we ran out of time.
#romance  #poetry  #random  #lyrics 
7
3
0
Juice
13 reads
Login to post comments.
Advertisement  (turn off)
Donate coins to JWIGGYTHELOON.
Juice
Cancel
Written by JWIGGYTHELOON in portal Poetry & Free Verse

(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)

Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.

There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.

You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.

To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.

Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.

No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.

Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.

From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.

You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.

Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.

You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.

From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.

You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.

Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.

You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.

On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.

You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.

Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.

You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.

A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.

You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.

In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.

Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.

A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.

You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.

It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.

You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.

This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.

You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.

There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               

5
3
0
Juice
13 reads
Donate coins to JWIGGYTHELOON.
Juice
Cancel
Written by JWIGGYTHELOON in portal Poetry & Free Verse
(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)
Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.


There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.


You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.


To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.


Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.


No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.


Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.


From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.


You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.


Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.


You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.


From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.


You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.


Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.


You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.


On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.


You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.


Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.


You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.


A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.


You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.


In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.


Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.


A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.


You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.


It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.


You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.


This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.


You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.


There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               
#fiction  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
5
3
0
Juice
13 reads
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to brieannekt.
Juice
Cancel
Written by brieannekt in portal Stream of Consciousness

Childlike Curiosity

Fervent Furiosity

Ferocious Tenacity

Golden Grandiosity

Surreal Reality

.....beneath Superficiality

Rising up

Grounded in reality

Practicality

Neutrality

11
5
0
Juice
23 reads
Donate coins to brieannekt.
Juice
Cancel
Written by brieannekt in portal Stream of Consciousness
Childlike Curiosity
Fervent Furiosity
Ferocious Tenacity
Golden Grandiosity
Surreal Reality
.....beneath Superficiality
Rising up
Grounded in reality
Practicality
Neutrality
#poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics 
11
5
0
Juice
23 reads
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to JWIGGYTHELOON.
Juice
Cancel
Written by JWIGGYTHELOON in portal Poetry & Free Verse

(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)

Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.

There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.

You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.

To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.

Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.

No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.

Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.

From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.

You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.

Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.

You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.

From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.

You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.

Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.

You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.

On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.

You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.

Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.

You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.

A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.

You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.

In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.

Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.

A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.

You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.

It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.

You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.

This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.

You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.

There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               

4
3
0
Juice
16 reads
Donate coins to JWIGGYTHELOON.
Juice
Cancel
Written by JWIGGYTHELOON in portal Poetry & Free Verse
(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)
Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.


There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.


You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.


To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.


Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.


No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.


Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.


From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.


You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.


Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.


You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.


From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.


You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.


Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.


You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.


On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.


You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.


Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.


You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.


A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.


You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.


In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.


Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.


A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.


You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.


It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.


You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.


This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.


You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.


There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               
#fiction  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
4
3
0
Juice
16 reads
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to JamesMByers.
Juice
Cancel
We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by JamesMByers in portal Seattle Refined

Black Sun, Black Days

Born of grunge and metal's mirth

Beneath the pouring rain,

Swarmed Seattle; legend's birth

Incorporating pain.

Troubled childhood, feeling down

Within depression's clutch,

Chris Cornell, against a frown,

Ensnared a hopeful touch.

Sparking much debate in school,

Religion took a fall,

Hence removed from off the spool

As Chris had questioned all.

Drugs escaped into his mind

And solo seemed the path

He would walk as albeit blind,

Until musician's math

Forged a bond as guitars strummed

And drums in pounding beat

Measured in the way he hummed-

A symphony complete.

Gardens made of sound arrived;

The friendship formed a band.

Intercession, songs survived

And guided Chris's hand.

Rusty cages seemed outshined

And more so, I suppose.

Moving melodies defined

A Jesus Christ like pose.

Spoonman sung in deepest rays-

A black hole sun's delight.

Fell on darkened, blackest days

The way he lived in night.

Pretty noose foreshadowed doom;

A burden in the palm.

Blowing up the outside gloom,

The rhinosaur brought balm.

Black rain fell in drops of thought

As phantoms telephoned.

Been away too long and bought

The crooked steps he zoned.

Slave to audio conformed

As in between the the time

Garden of the sound reformed

To sink in the sublime,

Chris Cornell enjoyed a stay

As new friends jammed in tune.

Like a stone, they learned to play

The highway and the rune.

Be yourself- a mantra's gift

And time had come to pass.

Doesn't call reminder's lift

As out of exile's class

Fire, original in flame,

In revelation's scheme

Burned the solo album's game

As if some sort of dream.

No such thing, a scream long gone,

And many singles sung-

Finally the heart of stone

Forgotten settled, hung.

Temple of the dog avowed

Unsettled pasts revived.

Chris did all he was allowed

And for a while he thrived.

Never known, the reason why

Detroit became the place

Seeds were sewn as his reply;

A sadness filled his face.

Songs performed were not the same,

Conditioned on the ride.

Chris Cornell, a hallowed name,

Committed suicide.

This is for his wife and kids;

The Fans he left behind.

Sadness beckons as it skids

Across the bump and grind-

Friends will not forget the man

Enlisting lyrics writ.

Concerts from the deepest span

Ensure he will not quit.

Lost forever to the earth,

Inside us Chris will give.

Born of grunge and metal's mirth,

His death calls us to live.

45
23
57
Juice
524 reads
Donate coins to JamesMByers.
Juice
Cancel
We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by JamesMByers in portal Seattle Refined
Black Sun, Black Days
Born of grunge and metal's mirth
Beneath the pouring rain,
Swarmed Seattle; legend's birth
Incorporating pain.
Troubled childhood, feeling down
Within depression's clutch,
Chris Cornell, against a frown,
Ensnared a hopeful touch.
Sparking much debate in school,
Religion took a fall,
Hence removed from off the spool
As Chris had questioned all.
Drugs escaped into his mind
And solo seemed the path
He would walk as albeit blind,
Until musician's math
Forged a bond as guitars strummed
And drums in pounding beat
Measured in the way he hummed-
A symphony complete.
Gardens made of sound arrived;
The friendship formed a band.
Intercession, songs survived
And guided Chris's hand.
Rusty cages seemed outshined
And more so, I suppose.
Moving melodies defined
A Jesus Christ like pose.
Spoonman sung in deepest rays-
A black hole sun's delight.
Fell on darkened, blackest days
The way he lived in night.
Pretty noose foreshadowed doom;
A burden in the palm.
Blowing up the outside gloom,
The rhinosaur brought balm.
Black rain fell in drops of thought
As phantoms telephoned.
Been away too long and bought
The crooked steps he zoned.
Slave to audio conformed
As in between the the time
Garden of the sound reformed
To sink in the sublime,
Chris Cornell enjoyed a stay
As new friends jammed in tune.
Like a stone, they learned to play
The highway and the rune.
Be yourself- a mantra's gift
And time had come to pass.
Doesn't call reminder's lift
As out of exile's class
Fire, original in flame,
In revelation's scheme
Burned the solo album's game
As if some sort of dream.
No such thing, a scream long gone,
And many singles sung-
Finally the heart of stone
Forgotten settled, hung.
Temple of the dog avowed
Unsettled pasts revived.
Chris did all he was allowed
And for a while he thrived.
Never known, the reason why
Detroit became the place
Seeds were sewn as his reply;
A sadness filled his face.
Songs performed were not the same,
Conditioned on the ride.
Chris Cornell, a hallowed name,
Committed suicide.
This is for his wife and kids;
The Fans he left behind.
Sadness beckons as it skids
Across the bump and grind-
Friends will not forget the man
Enlisting lyrics writ.
Concerts from the deepest span
Ensure he will not quit.
Lost forever to the earth,
Inside us Chris will give.
Born of grunge and metal's mirth,
His death calls us to live.
#poetry  #prosechallenge  #news  #culture  #lyrics  #Itslit  #getlit  #ChrisCornell  #SeattleRefined 
45
23
57
Juice
524 reads
Load 57 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to Yppab-Demha.
Juice
Cancel
We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by Yppab-Demha in portal Seattle Refined

Higher Above Death

"I saw the heaven

when it makes

a gloomy sense in the blues sky

I felt the heaven

when I wander

silent in your sleep

Moon in the outside

reading your dream

And I'm searching

the piece of poetry

that supposed to be

the higher sense of the heaven

In my head,

I'm watching the clouds

rolling over in my sight

In my vein,

I'm pushing the torment

feeding the hungry blood

I can't be the spurious mind

I would be a ramble silence

Moon in the outside

Reading your dream

And I’m looking for free highway

that supposed to be

Freedom footing above the heaven"

Written on: 24 May 2017

Tribute to Chris Cornell 

16
2
0
Juice
657 reads
Donate coins to Yppab-Demha.
Juice
Cancel
We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by Yppab-Demha in portal Seattle Refined
Higher Above Death
"I saw the heaven
when it makes
a gloomy sense in the blues sky
I felt the heaven
when I wander
silent in your sleep

Moon in the outside
reading your dream
And I'm searching
the piece of poetry
that supposed to be
the higher sense of the heaven

In my head,
I'm watching the clouds
rolling over in my sight
In my vein,
I'm pushing the torment
feeding the hungry blood

I can't be the spurious mind
I would be a ramble silence
Moon in the outside
Reading your dream
And I’m looking for free highway
that supposed to be
Freedom footing above the heaven"

Written on: 24 May 2017
Tribute to Chris Cornell 
#fiction  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics  #ChrisCornell 
16
2
0
Juice
657 reads
Login to post comments.
Advertisement  (turn off)
Donate coins to AdrienMae27.
Juice
Cancel
Written by AdrienMae27 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Truth Lay Hidden

It's nicer now,

A slower pace.

Sweeter than those

Chaos days.

We roamed the earth,

Not yet awake.

Restlessness,

A clearing haze.

Asleep no more,

Un-afraid.

Upon the edge

I sat my gaze.

With eyes wide open,

I jumped from grace.

12
4
0
Juice
32 reads
Donate coins to AdrienMae27.
Juice
Cancel
Written by AdrienMae27 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Truth Lay Hidden
It's nicer now,
A slower pace.
Sweeter than those
Chaos days.
We roamed the earth,
Not yet awake.
Restlessness,
A clearing haze.
Asleep no more,
Un-afraid.
Upon the edge
I sat my gaze.
With eyes wide open,
I jumped from grace.
#poetry  #science  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics  #opinion 
12
4
0
Juice
32 reads
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to burnhouse.
Juice
Cancel
Written by burnhouse in portal Poetry & Free Verse

(prehistory)

primitive touches and

hunts for a rush

it wasn't for us

you traced shapes

the trails before my feet

and I

decided to follow the stars instead.

I feel the earth, think of you

recall your face

and fail to cry.

I carried those moments

-- lush with liquor

and bittersweet glances

I carried those memories

sacred objects

a stone cold venus

against my palm

a stone cold you

against my heart

ironically -

with you, I discovered fire

21
4
3
Juice
42 reads
Donate coins to burnhouse.
Juice
Cancel
Written by burnhouse in portal Poetry & Free Verse
(prehistory)
primitive touches and
hunts for a rush
it wasn't for us

you traced shapes
the trails before my feet
and I

decided to follow the stars instead.

I feel the earth, think of you
recall your face
and fail to cry.

I carried those moments
-- lush with liquor
and bittersweet glances

I carried those memories
sacred objects

a stone cold venus
against my palm

a stone cold you
against my heart

ironically -
with you, I discovered fire
#fiction  #poetry  #love  #lyrics  #art 
21
4
3
Juice
42 reads
Load 3 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Moth

There's a moth outside my window

Yearning for the light

Bashing his wings against the glass

Each and every night

His body shaking like a hurricane

As he laments outside and pleads

Although it ensures destruction

He thinks it's what he needs.

A moth drawn to the flame,

I always will relate

As I too, toss and turn at night,

Blindly guided to my fate.

Now it's time to rest my eyes,

To be cocooned up in my bed,

While the moth takes a moment

To rest his weary head.

Neither of us will wake up winged,

Or with a new outlook on life.

But at least we're both doing our best,

To always seek the light.

20
8
3
Juice
56 reads
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Moth
There's a moth outside my window
Yearning for the light
Bashing his wings against the glass
Each and every night

His body shaking like a hurricane
As he laments outside and pleads
Although it ensures destruction
He thinks it's what he needs.

A moth drawn to the flame,
I always will relate
As I too, toss and turn at night,
Blindly guided to my fate.

Now it's time to rest my eyes,
To be cocooned up in my bed,
While the moth takes a moment
To rest his weary head.

Neither of us will wake up winged,
Or with a new outlook on life.
But at least we're both doing our best,
To always seek the light.
#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
20
8
3
Juice
56 reads
Load 3 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to Vyxyn.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness

Pillar of the world

Born to be free

Love,

Land of the monasteries

Free land under the sky

Love,

In universal understanding

No limitations!

Bodhisattvas, come with all your

Wisdom!

Oh Tibet, one day you shall be free.

Sacral Nirvana

6
3
0
Juice
18 reads
Donate coins to Vyxyn.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness
Pillar of the world
Born to be free
Love,
Land of the monasteries
Free land under the sky
Love,
In universal understanding
No limitations!
Bodhisattvas, come with all your
Wisdom!

Oh Tibet, one day you shall be free.
Sacral Nirvana
#education  #philosophy  #politics  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics  #opinion  #buddhabarsacralnirvana 
6
3
0
Juice
18 reads
Login to post comments.