Hear Ariana Grande’s New Song, “Baby I” [VIDEO]
I LOVE THIS GIRL!!
i made a decision
REAL shit!
The Essence of Caring
“The best storytellers are irredeemably mad, driven by a desire to express something that will actually make the world give a damn. As if the world cared! Such perversity lies beyond the understanding of most of us – of those not so enamoured with the creation of stories that there can be no thought of doing anything else.”
– Billy Marshall Stoneking
In a world where the key word so often seems to be apathy, what do you care about? Do you care about tragedies that touch your life peripherally? Does it matter more that three people died in the city where you live or that 20 children were killed with money from your government? Do you care about how a particular tragedy went down or do you care about what in society is causing these tragedies in the first place? What is the story that is taking place?…
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Don’t Hide Out Inside Yourself
Well put!
Godly Traits
Good interpretation
Proper Term
Intrinsic
Is it soulfully bareable to hold distinct hate
Towards another that relates
All faults directly to your name?
I’ve prepared a full blame
But I won’t direct it
Because I have learned my flaws
So, I know no one is perfected
Intrinsic
Interesting enough
Life comes in catalogs
You flip the pages
Wishing attitudes and behaviors could be bought
Habitual thinking
Leads to eventually bleeding
Habitual strain
Breathing defeat
Ends up defeating your meaning
Intrinsic
What’s in your inner self
Are you selfish enough
To constantly reflect
Or so insecure you focus on
Others defects
Defecate my self image
You’ve got to be shitting me
Either way
You hemorrhage morals
Intrinsically
Simplicity
Harrasses the mind
Complexity forms a restraint
Ethics persuade feelings
Humans invented complaints
For the people, by the people
Declaring such pitiful views
But since I have to complain
Guess Im just pitiful too
Intrinsic demands
Of us, of our
Surroundings
Developing minds
The world is pronouncing
Sweet December
Sweet December
Please deliver yourself unto me
You left without no sympathy or remorse
But of course, you have to come back 1 day
So lovely, so pleasant, rain, sleet or snow
I love you whether or not you’re cold
The bright white color appeal more to me
Feel like for 31 days I’ve seen the light
But when you’re gone, I feel invisible like I’ve turned into ice
I know that when you return you’ll be changed, but nothing ever stays the same
On the edge of losing my sanity, but nothing can ever truly be lost
Only the days we lived and the time we didn’t
I only think of you when I think of frost clinging to the edges of brown leaves
Why?
Because that’s what I feel like surrounds me
I don’t want to clear my mind of the thought of you
I want to be surly towards the summer nights in June
By then you’ll be so far gone
I’ll run to you if at all possible
No matter how far the run
Won’t you come back to me?
I’ve relived 31 days in my psyche
You lived 31 ways without the sight of me
Decide for me why u chose to be so cold
Then I’ll accept that you can’t stay you have to come and go
A vast love that’s what I have for you
It’s not fair that the residue of snow stays, making your presence linger
I don’t feel the pain until spring comes and my body endures a million bee stingers
Mistletoe love, camel toe hugs
Explicit images play like I’m trying to analyze this film
December 31st is the exit of my soul
January 1st Feels like I entered a new life
Quote of the Day – October 17 2012
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
–Heraclitus
Any day I feel I am following a routine and perhaps one that I don’t particularly enjoy, cleaning out the cat’s letterbox, bringing a forgotten book or computer to school, dishes etc.. I try to remember this one. If I find some way to grow and expand every day than this is not something I’ve done before. For this ‘I’ has just been born and nothing is routine. Like many forms of wisdom, knowing this beyond the intellect and feeling it in my heart, living the truth are two different things. Work in progress here… and when I’m done and i have nothing left to learn it will be onto the next adventure.
Blessings, G
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Angelic Magician by G A Rosenberg
Crystalline…
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HowL – Lone Star
This is just one of my projects, took me less then 10 mins. to write,and less than 10 mins to create. Hope you enjoy. Btw I am not a rapper, I am a poet, but I do rap/freestyle for fun.
Moment Of Clarity
It seems as if I am in control
But yet I can’t leave you alone
You’re a part of my soul
Tongue tied in your collar of love
You must have come from above
Because I have always dreamt of wanting to kiss the goddess Athena
If you lie to me still I’ll believe ya
Only because I’m lost without ya
Trapped in a crowd of resentment
Trying to find my way
You were the only one that offered contentment
Resign your heart
Give it to me
Don’t you see?
When my mind speaks it offers enough clarity
So you know I allow you to see right through me
I can’t see past what you need
But will carry you
Until my feet bleed
If that’s what you need
Somebody to save you
Then I treat you like you’ve got chicken soup in your soul
I crave you; it is me you must feed
Every night until I receive you, I will maintain blasphemies
But I know that I have no worries
Like you’re second
You will always look after me
Lost by my own hand
Very beautiful piece! I loved it.
I was asked to write a piece centered around an object from my past that I had lost and that now held some significance to me. Unlike a lot of people who cherish an old teddy bear forgotten in the dusty recesses of the garage or a specific mobile phone that lost them contact with the wider world for a whole WEEK (or something equally traumatic), I couldn’t think of a single thing that I had accidentally lost.
But this made me ask the question: Why does something ‘lost’ mean something that you misplaced and, by mere coincidence, cannot find again? Can’t you lose something on purpose? Have YOU ever ‘lost’ something in order to bury or hide a part of you that you can no longer face?
This led me to write the following short creative non-fiction piece, exploring the realms of objects that are lost for a reason…
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sleepless
Very beautiful music!
Let Me Know How That Goes!
This is awesome! lol
365 Days of Poetry — Day 180 — Haiku
Empty our black souls.
Remove our hands from evil.
Take our lives from here.
– Brittany Rose
Funeral Suits New Video: Hands Down
This video has got my applause, I love it. The song is amazing.
Check out Funeral Suits latest video a follow on from their brilliant song “All Those Friendly People”. The video continues the story of the girl in white as she escapes the evil man in a venetian mask.It goes all Lord of the Flies. This video is a bit more explicit on the gore side of things so If you don’t like that sort of thing don’t watch. Another video from the guys at Crooked Creations who have done several videos for Funeral Suits.
It’s another great matching of sound and vision for one of Ireland’s most interesting bands of the moment.
Funeral Suits: Hands Down
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Chris Brown’s Drunken Rihanna Confession: Singer Loves Two Women
I completely agree with Chris Brown. I believe it’s very possible to love 2 people at the same time. Some people may just not understand.
Wow! 102-Year-Old Woman Still Drives Her 82 Year Old Car
That’s a BEAUTY! GREAT CLASSIC! Bless her soul. 🙂
Sketch a Day, Day 310
I totally agree with this sketch. Great work! lol
Friday Five (Vol. 44)
This is AMAZING my friend!