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The world is my
Surreal Dreamscape
As my dreams are
Life's Reality
When every night,
Your mind is a scatter -
But the only things
Your mind ever remembers
Are the nightmares.
In fearful visions of night,
Death is the common occurrence -
And isn't it here?
While in true everyday life,
I'm able to smile bright, happily -
And isn't that a dream?
But what are the twists,
In every piece there is
To the life each individual
Lives?
Dreams are surreal,
For dreamscapes -
Life is reality,
For the world.
Ever think on the opposite side?
The world is my
Surreal Dreamscape
As my dreams are
Life's Reality
Surreal Dreamscape
As my dreams are
Life's Reality
When every night,
Your mind is a scatter -
But the only things
Your mind ever remembers
Are the nightmares.
In fearful visions of night,
Death is the common occurrence -
And isn't it here?
While in true everyday life,
I'm able to smile bright, happily -
And isn't that a dream?
But what are the twists,
In every piece there is
To the life each individual
Lives?
Dreams are surreal,
For dreamscapes -
Life is reality,
For the world.
Ever think on the opposite side?
The world is my
Surreal Dreamscape
As my dreams are
Life's Reality
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
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I had the idea recently for some poetry pieces... Viewing the other side of things on topics most people don't even question.
(I think that statement just revealed that I'm a person who is good at sparking debates... ........This shall be interesting, then )
Update: My 400th poem. Cool.
(I think that statement just revealed that I'm a person who is good at sparking debates... ........This shall be interesting, then )
Update: My 400th poem. Cool.
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To me, reality sucks. But my dreams tend to be just as bad...