Gaia – she is rising they shovelled her screams into the pit of silence / and told her nothing was wrong / but she is waking they tol…
I used to live in a world that / Prized courtship / And romance. / Now dating is on speed.
Treat this earth and all who dwell thereon with respect.
Written commandments set down in the 1800’s by top Red Indian chiefs for the benifit of all mankind.
not every love will last forever / some will be lost and disappear / but it will not change the fact / of what was given
I will not die a second before I am dead.
Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted. I will: Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form / Eradicate generalisation an…
Disrupt featured today in the fabulous Core (C.O.R.E) 27-2-09
Save A Smile / For Someone Tomorrow / Give them your warmth,
I hope you enjoy this piece …..... this just came to mind whilst eating my lunch, don’t ask me why! FEATURED IN :- / 1) #1 Artist of Redbubble – March 2009 / 2) Core [C.O.R.E.] – March 2009 / 3) Remember When – August 8th 2009 “Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow” – David “Live Life For Today” © Copyright 2009 / All Rights Reserved! – MCN: CCE4D-B2370-C8445 /
Forest shaking trees / In the Turquoise Sea / Wash upon your knee / Bend the breeze / I shed my tears / The clock stops moving / Don’t dance al…
I fight / With my demons / On a daily basis – / You’d think they’d be sick of losing / By now… © Kristin Reynolds 2008
This is a cinquain i wrote about the near constant chaos in my life, and how, regardless, i always come out on top; higher than I ever was before. This is a poem about flipping off the demons trying to drag my ass down!
How am I supposed to feel about your fragile state, / when all you even did was tap, tap, tap / my fractured glass / with your diamond-head …
This is a poem about my current situation, as told from my stand-point to my almost Ex husband. about being crushed by an alcoholic sucking my soul for so long and almost forgetting what it was like to be alive, loved, respected, listened to, and unafraid to speak. To have, after the better part of 15 years of that, to have found a man, a real man, who actually wants to hear/read what I have to say, and love me for who i am not what they needed to covet or to make to feel small…and how wonderful and alive I feel because of him. :) Thank You!
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
Captivate my lips, / hold them prisoner; / inhabit my heart / and we’ll dance as one - / consume all of me! The ink tip drops / and I am ra…
Another deminished hexaverse form poem. What else to say but a poet’s heart, mind and soul is ink.
My children have gone to school / my husband has gone to work / I’m alone in my house / alone with my thoughts I am tired, oh so tired of…
On my mother’s side, we have a long history of diabetes and depression. After my mother died I fell in a great depression and this is what I wrote. It is about the fight I had within with diabetes and depression and of course, my grief dealing with my mother’s death at that time. At this moment I don’t feel those feelings as strongly, but it is because I usually try to block out those memories. They are too painful. I had a hard time translating this one into English, not because of the words, but because my feelings were put out in the open again, though in about four more months it will be 13 years since she died. The poem may not make much sence, but it does to me. It deals with two topics, depression which she also suffered and diabetes. The complications were terrible and she wouldn’t sleep at all, so we were up taking turns 24/7 taking care of her. I love you Mom. Iris
A passion taught by mentors young and old / to appreciate the smallest things and the bold A fascinating vibrational field, a domain of…
IF YOU EVER DID BELIEVE… /
Languidly draped mind / wrapped gently around warm sand, / palm trees whisper, come, / as I dip my toes into / the vast ocean of my dreams… / ...
just a little feel good Tanka. :) / God bless the dreamers…
I just don’t see it anymore / (snickers hahahaha) / I …. / Just / ....Don’t …..See ….. it / Its 3:21pm / A We…
I just feel like maybe I should be nothing at all ….fuck thats how I feel… like nothing….- but remember these words are coming straight from the heart…... smilez
My pattern rarely holds / its shape Lines intersecting circles, / stamens poking ovums / as the grass / cheers on. There are the days o…
Change is good, but only if caught between thoughts; there is where infinity hides.
What was elegance to a snail’s victory? It was joy, joy, joy.. The report found. For no precise nor eloquent words Not even lit…
All thoughout last night and this morning I felt so blessed. I was not thinking of the show so much as what each and every experience I had had that has brought me to this place. As soon as I own my life I feel a wave of relief and the desires I am ready to receive do show up in all manner of joy and abundance. One and a half years ago I was just getting out of bed and allowing a great bout of depression to consume me and my hopes and dreams.. / Every morning without fail for only One to Two Minutes out of my day I would lay in bed and say to myself with a huge wave of belief so grand and fine that I felt the power of Love and happiness swell up inside me as I said: “Today might be the day That I find Myself” Then I would get up out of bed and most likely not shower and go to the couch out in the living room, sit with a channel changer in my hand and watch television all day. / . / Then, as so many of you who have known me for awhile knows, I went to my computer one morning after my mantra and I hooked into this site and to YOU. / . / Healing after Healing after ….. on and on.. what hit me was Love. IT was then I began to work a photoshop program for 10 hours a day (instead of television, I now do not own one) for a year at least… I remember not wanting to leave my home, as I did not want to socialize nor see anyone. I worked to pay my rent minimal (as I hated to leave the house) and stayed inside and learned my craft and spent time with you. / . / There is more to write on this but the profound appreciation I have for RB and my fellows swelled up inside me today early this morning as I was cleaning up after the festivities. / . / Thank You. / I Love You. Linaji
She flicked away the filter and sucked clean air deep into her lungs: / today, she was here- she was breathing, and like the sun, she woul…
This is not a poem about new love or young loss. This is about endurance.
Roots / blinding their twists / to vapors / binding their home / to roots / winding themselves / to death. It wasn’t always this way… / d…
This poem came about after reading from Heidegger’s, Poetry, Language, Thought. / There is a section titled: Poetically Man Dwells, which is taken from a poem by: Holderlin with the same title. / Basically, Heidegger is saying that man is born a poetic creature – with a full house; seeing the world poetically, living his own life, a natural poet – words to page or not. / But upon growing, living, ”...our dwelling is harassed by work (for another), made insecure by the hunt for gain and success, bewitched by the entertainment and recreation industry.” etc… there is much more I could quote, but, basically he is saying that in today’s world, there is not much room left in one’s house for living as we were intended… / ”...poetry does not fly above and surmount the earth in order to escape it, and hover over it…poetry is what first brings man onto the earth, making him belong to it, and thus brings him into the dwelling.” / Thank goodness for RedBubble, where so many still find time to fill up their houses.
I ask my hands, / “Why am I here?” They do not answer. They are preoccupied, / rummaging around / in an overstuffed handbag, / search…
What are you waiting for? / I am waiting for recognition. / What kind? / The kind that ‘they’ won’t give me / Well, allow the ones IN that wi…
I noticed something today and it kinda got me goat. Well you can tell by the context of the piece what subject matter this may be about. I like to share this with my fellows as for me, when putting my work out to others I face sometimes this feeling of wanting what simply at this moment in time is not mine to experience. And I go inside and see that it is indeed my thinking that has brought me this angst or whatever negative emotion name appears. / . / I am having such an amazing experience with my art and recognition,,, still this stuff comes up for me and I go to a conversation like this one to feel better and understand that I am creating my own little glitch!! Not anyone ‘else’! / xxxO
He fed me with his old veins, / Freckled truths whips insight frenzy How much he seems lost to this world. Splitting hairs he seeks …
For a Dear Friend and Co-Creator. / I love you.
I hear whispers through sunlight / leaves signing / in the language of wind, / to the beat / of a fluent heart. Secrets spoken / between …
Another Earth song; for those who are between.
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