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SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

In My Head

I said:
Girl,
Memories in a pill are my encapsulated dreams
and I dream of you when I can get any sleep.
But these Egyptian cotton sheets are eaten by closet moths
and this world has to get dark but I don't have to be cold.
Dark days keep insomnia near my arrhythmic heart,
so keep me warm by leaning a little closer to me.
Wherever we are,
in the Milky Way Galaxy,
on a back road asphalt highway playing a beat.
You can drive but we're taking my car,
so tell me what you think and let me find out who you are.

She said:
Hey boy,
I'd like to stay
and you know I'd like to play
but I'm going to Paris
and I'm going my own way.
I had

Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)

Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.

A couple of words
describe us two.
Two words:
me & you.

Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.

I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.

Whatever that's worth.

The Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.

Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.

So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous l

Control (Or rather, lack of)All alone in a crowded room.
Eyes,
So many eyes,
Staring at me through the glass.
Isolating me
Until I exist solely in my own reality –
Alone,
With so many watching.

Poison,
An icy substance.
I cannot feel my fingers,
But I know they are still there.
I'm watching them twitch,
And for once we have something in common-
We're both watching me.

Vision blurring,
I no longer see clearly.
But I see your face,
Standing out amongst all the strangers.
You cannot stop staring.

Something's changed in me.
What have they done?
Oh God, what was in that vial?
Why did you passively stand by and watch?
Watch me –
I'm succumb

Yellow RainThe soft texture tickled her toes
And she was quick to replace her bare foot,
Searching for a place free of the
Delicate petals
That fell from her hands.

Twelve more fragile futures fell to the ground,
Collecting in an indecisive heap
Whose beautiful, red hues
Played tricks with the sun,
Filling her head with illusions
That all will be alright.

She slashed at the other flowers
Standing tall and proud around her,
Dancing with the wind
To heart stopping lyrics
Sung in a language she could not understand.
Tearing them up from the roots,
She cursed their peaceful attitude
And cold, heartless souls
That continued to exude radi

Take the ChanceTake the Chance

The underrated heart secluded within a shell
Hungers for the components of life others are given.
Others tower above with their mighty limbs, casting down their jeer
Taking for granted what the little heart perceives as dear.
Poor minute heart,
Such banter should make you give up.
The heart, refusal conspicuous,
Perseveres for its aspiration regardless.
The components, how great they are, then encase the shell and fill the heart.
The heart fights persistently against the shell,
Liberating itself from the confinement.
The air, the delightful air, lifts its little leaves as the shell fractures...
The air and the su

The Felonious PoetThe poet locked in shackles of iron and stone,
imprisoned in gloomy dungeons, alone to atone
for crimes and felonies, so deceitful he is!
Yet the criminal in truth is the writing pad of his.
Sentenced by the law of all nations in concert,
such renowned reputation; oh would he wish to revert!
But alas no whim of his shall be entertained heretofore.
No child passing by shall smile at his name anymore.
What were the atrocities he was condemned with?

He was a con
for his writing was a devious art
he mentioned not what was
but what he meant to impart.
He was a traitor
for he was not true to his word.
He expressed in entirety once,
but the next time he differed.
He was a murderer
for he killed many a time in his songs
the savior to the maiden
who was meant to live long.
He was a thief
for his robbery was also well known.
He robbed the elfish king,
of his jewels and his throne.
He was a liar,
for he knew not what he had last said.
In one song he was

Nonet Four MaturityMaturity

As I grow older I start to see.

This life for what it really is.

Death is unpredictable.

Success is not assured.

Pleasure is short lived.

Pain is promised.

Love varies.

Laughter

Fades…

Kela lewis-morin

Home AloneHome Alone.

Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to dis

StupidYou're not stupid. Just beyond the boundaries of intelligent.

I'm Sorry...I can never look forward to tomorrow,
For every new day reaps a new sorrow.
An evening, filled of regret,
One I shall never forget.
With all these torments I hide,
And memories hidden inside,
Another tear rips deep into my soul,
Each and every fight taking its toll.

JealousyWhy do you love her?
She doesn't know you,
She doesn't understand.

She has everything,
That I want in her arms.
You pay no attention
To the ones who love you.

What do you see in her
That you don't see in me?
Sure, she'd pretty,
Yeah, she's smart,
But so am I.

I guess jealousy
Has taken over,
And has clouded my mind.
I envy everything she has,
Because I don't have you in my life.

Reflected InspectionReflected Inspection

Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.

Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.

Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.

Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.

Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.

Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.

Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.

Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.

Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.

Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wo

Of Mind and MenAwaken, puppet. Arise from your cold slumber...

You were told, once long ago, that you were created uniquely and with purpose, and with some great goal. You were told that the craftsman who shaped you from a tree is a kindly old man with glittering eyes and a snowy white beard. You were told that he lovingly and carefully put you together and attached the strings to your limbs for the puppet-master to wield.

But the craftsman and the puppet-master are two very different people...

Wake up, marionette! Do not longer dwell in the place of shadows.

There is no warm glint that resides in the puppet-master's eyes. No, they are cold. He is clean

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If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?

by *thomasbisbee, Nov 10, 2012, 10:16:57 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Haiku & Eastern

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Earth; our theatre.
Is it showtime already?
Where are our seats?
?

Popcorn is better
anticipated than ate.
Wow, I feel fuzzed.
.

Parking lot faces,
shadows of unknown people,
they bump against me.
&

Cold November nights
hold rogue opportunity;
dancing heat, or love?
...!

If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?by *thomasbisbee

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Haiku & Eastern

This is four haiku beginning with a scene in a theatre then ending in an abstract ambiguity that so often happens.

In between each haiku is a single punctuation character which additionally is intended to reinforce the essential nature of the section of text above it. This is a sort of fourth line break, but since punctuation doesn't function the same way as characters do, I think the additional emphasis to carry the story line works.

I know some people don't choose to use punctuation in English haiku but I believes it adds, not detracts, from it. Additionally, each of these haiku can be taken individually. These haiku are not interdependent in that each contains its own story and message in and of itself. The story require all of them together but the haiku are also supposed to be self contained.

I hope you enjoy and can relate to the general feeling. This really is about feeling.

Critique by ~Wilhelmina-vanRoyen Nov 17, 2012, 3:49:42 PM

I'm sorry but "wow, I feel fuzzed" just about made me snort my drink onto my computer. It feels insincere and just odd -- I think that is because of the "wow" at the beginning. Unless you were trying to convey drunkenness, it just sounds silly. Also, it is only four syllables. Fuzzed is a single syllable word unless you are pronouncing it like fuzz-edd (like Ed the name).

I've written a lot of haikus (I have a twitter that's only haikus) and I know how hard the rules are to stick to, but you haven't followed them. They are supposed to be five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables, unless there's a totally different type of haiku I've never heard of. Some of the lines are four syllables, like the last line of the first haiku. Watch your form.

That said, the concept is quite interesting and unique.

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Critique by ~shehrozeameen Nov 15, 2012, 4:42:02 AM

I like this poem. Its one of those few works which suits its title. That's a rarity - particularly the use of haiku in telling the story.

I like the use of the punctuation marks in your work - it does add brevity and its significantly adding more weight to the work; I don't need a description to understand what's happening BUT the use of "&" is a puzzle for me.

The ending isn't vague - its just, like you said, a feeling; its the way we usually feel after we're alone, away from the theater. That's a certain... introspective panache which isn't captured by movie.

Well done, in any case. Its a worthwhile read.

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~TheSaladKing Nov 11, 2012

Haikus have so many rules.... its crazy lol

*thelanyi Nov 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This was fascinating.

~neburgett Nov 10, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love that tittle.

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That's what it's all about man

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