I asked you once, twice, thrice
there was no answer
seven, eight, nine times I asked,
still no answer
ten times I've asked,
again and again, no answer
can you not see
the claws ripping into me,
do you not care
how I will fare,
answer me please,
help me find my release.
The piercing, the pawing, the pulling me apart.
Why won't you answer me, show me where to start.
From shadows buried deep, I hear the voice that I seek.
The answers are hidden behind the mask
put there by me, by the questions I have refused to ask.
Tomb Raid[Unearthed, 2nd Ed.]To Puabi
A team of English archaeologists arrived;
They found a way inside.
A vast and silent tomb of olde,
Filled with rare and ancient things.
A crown of gold and lapis lay;
A necklace made from the same.
Rings and ear rings, and jewellery.
They found, and translated, a name:
Puabi of Ur
They took all away except her corpse;
But buried deep inside her chest,
A heart beating with one eternal hope,
To be filled with love.
Until now....
I fill it with my love
Every day.
An odd conversation by tooth-chocolate, literature
Literature
An odd conversation
A man and a women sat across a table in a kitchen. One reading a newspaper, the other sipping her tea. The man looked up from his paper and fixed his eyes on the women.
„Hey, what do you think, will we be able to create an artificial intelligence?“ He asked.
„I don’t know. Why do you ask such a question all of a sudden?“, she answered with a questioned look on her face.
„I just wanted to start a conversation. What? Don’t want to talk to me?“
„That’s not it. I was only surprised you’d choose a subject like that. We both know that we’re not really knowledgeable in techn
My definition of poetry: undefined.
You wanted a metaphor? Look at the title.
Whoops, I accidentally used some capitals there,
and the punctuation's proper period.
Did you see that alliteration?
I 'll even give you some amplification.
Did you see that rhythm in rhyme?
Let me elaborate;
go on a bit to explain myself,
so you can understand my views.
Poetry is not only rhyme, a verse,
but a concept,
a feeling,
a thought.
Whether it's free as a bird,
or structured, like the buildings high.
(simile)
It doesn't have to be long and boring,
but it doesn't have to be short and brief.
As well my dears,
I hope to make myself clear,
you cannot c
Cherry Trees that blossom eternally;
Clairvoyants who see with perfect clarity;
Books that answer my heart's every question;
Pretty Girls whose love never expires.
stop thiking about your futur
time for a capture
smile for the picture
but inside of you its only failure
stop feeling empty
time to look pretty
no time for pity me
try to look happy
simulate smile
false smile
fake smike
no smile...