I felt quite unusual when I woke up last week, particularly last Saturday. I felt a little dizzy. I felt that I was flying or being carried all over the place like autumn leaves. I was not surprised; I thought I was dreaming. This was the only logical explanation to what I was feeling. I opened my eyes to see where the damn pillow went, then I realized that I was much more tired than I had thought; the ceiling looked really weird, as if I were looking at it from under-water.
I blinked many times, but in vain. When I became fully awake, I could see my bed far on my right. In that situation, the only question that could possibly be ask
Ever since humantity began,
A battle started within man.
Two instincts equally strong,
Have been inside us all along.
Each trying to take control.
Different desires and different needs,
Possessing our thoughts and our deeds;
Two instincts control them all.
Savagery is the vicious one.
Thirst for blood and inclination to destroy.
The end justifies what to be done.
Our premitive desires. Our own selfish joy.
An instinct so brutal and reason-free.
Inside our being it will forever be.
Civilization is the disciplined one.
Longing for sociality and inclination to know.
Forming our heritage in the long run,
As we desire for law, mor
I threw the flask violently on the hot desert sand, as there was not a single drop of water in it. The heat was unbearable and the sun was literally roasting my skin. I kept walking with all the strength that I have left, hoping to find any evidence that I might be closer to anywhere where water and food and life exists.
A gust of sandy hot wind hit me, making me feel even more dizzy and tired. The hot wind began to blow even harder, and my legs could no longer carry me. I fell on my knees in despair. The sandy wind made my breath really heavy. I was too tired to wail or even cry, and I knew that I had to keep on going. I raised my
"Jonathan, are you alright? I mean, do you seriously want me to believe this crap?!"
"I really am a vampire!"
I know that some men act weirdly when they are about to get married, mainly because of the idea that they will bound themselves to one woman for the rest of their lives; they become nervous and not at all their true selves. I guess my fiancé, well, is a little over-reacting. He said, with a serious look and low voice, that there is something about him that I should know, and that I might reconsider our marriage after knowing it. The thing is that he is actually a vampire! As crazy as that seems, he looke
Damn!
I have a bloody exam!
It's a matter of hours; less than a day.
And there is nothing I can do but pray.
I can't study; nothing is going straight.
I'll probably burn my books and wait!
The moment we are face to face,
Me and that dreadful paper sheet,
I will lose all my elegance and grace;
In a rage I will get off my seat,
My temper I will never be able to keep,
So I will fall on the floor and weep!
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How much happiness did you get ?
How many moments of regret ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How many joys ? How many pains ?
How many losses ? How many gains ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
Moments of relief. Moments of stress.
Times of failure. Times of success.
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How many pleasures ? How many strifes ?
How many tears ? How many smiles ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
Whatever happens, it go
You are my man and I'm your bride.
We will go through life side by side.
With me you will share your sorrow.
With me you will share your laughter.
Your hopes and wishes for tomorrow
Are mine as well forever after.
Our souls will melt in a tight embrace.
We will lose our sense of time and place.
In each moment we will find delight;
As our lives and destinies become one.
I see our way wide and bright;
Warm as if lit by a morning sun.
We will go through life side by side,
Because you are my man and I'm your bride.
Brick by brick I build a wall;
Surrounding me, standing tall.
People never wonder why.
They indifferently pass by.
So I make it more thick;
I keep adding brick after brick.
Still no one cares to see..
Who that person might be,
Who lies behind the wall.
It won't take so long,
Before my wall gets more strong.
Still no one cares at all.
In his green eyes
Wisdom lies.
A reflection to his mind;
Knowledge and brilliance combined.
In his green eyes
Power lies.
The strength of his soul,
His patience and his self-control.
In his green eyes
Sorrow lies.
His life-long grief;
His hardest times shown in brief.
In his green eyes
Passion lies.
His never-fading persistence,
And his equally strong resistance.
Very fast does time flies,
When I'm looking in his green eyes.
I felt quite unusual when I woke up last week, particularly last Saturday. I felt a little dizzy. I felt that I was flying or being carried all over the place like autumn leaves. I was not surprised; I thought I was dreaming. This was the only logical explanation to what I was feeling. I opened my eyes to see where the damn pillow went, then I realized that I was much more tired than I had thought; the ceiling looked really weird, as if I were looking at it from under-water.
I blinked many times, but in vain. When I became fully awake, I could see my bed far on my right. In that situation, the only question that could possibly be ask
Ever since humantity began,
A battle started within man.
Two instincts equally strong,
Have been inside us all along.
Each trying to take control.
Different desires and different needs,
Possessing our thoughts and our deeds;
Two instincts control them all.
Savagery is the vicious one.
Thirst for blood and inclination to destroy.
The end justifies what to be done.
Our premitive desires. Our own selfish joy.
An instinct so brutal and reason-free.
Inside our being it will forever be.
Civilization is the disciplined one.
Longing for sociality and inclination to know.
Forming our heritage in the long run,
As we desire for law, mor
I threw the flask violently on the hot desert sand, as there was not a single drop of water in it. The heat was unbearable and the sun was literally roasting my skin. I kept walking with all the strength that I have left, hoping to find any evidence that I might be closer to anywhere where water and food and life exists.
A gust of sandy hot wind hit me, making me feel even more dizzy and tired. The hot wind began to blow even harder, and my legs could no longer carry me. I fell on my knees in despair. The sandy wind made my breath really heavy. I was too tired to wail or even cry, and I knew that I had to keep on going. I raised my
"Jonathan, are you alright? I mean, do you seriously want me to believe this crap?!"
"I really am a vampire!"
I know that some men act weirdly when they are about to get married, mainly because of the idea that they will bound themselves to one woman for the rest of their lives; they become nervous and not at all their true selves. I guess my fiancé, well, is a little over-reacting. He said, with a serious look and low voice, that there is something about him that I should know, and that I might reconsider our marriage after knowing it. The thing is that he is actually a vampire! As crazy as that seems, he looke
Damn!
I have a bloody exam!
It's a matter of hours; less than a day.
And there is nothing I can do but pray.
I can't study; nothing is going straight.
I'll probably burn my books and wait!
The moment we are face to face,
Me and that dreadful paper sheet,
I will lose all my elegance and grace;
In a rage I will get off my seat,
My temper I will never be able to keep,
So I will fall on the floor and weep!
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How much happiness did you get ?
How many moments of regret ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How many joys ? How many pains ?
How many losses ? How many gains ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
Moments of relief. Moments of stress.
Times of failure. Times of success.
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
How many pleasures ? How many strifes ?
How many tears ? How many smiles ?
Tick .. Tock .. Tick .. Tock.
Steadily and slowly goes the clock.
Whatever happens, it go
You are my man and I'm your bride.
We will go through life side by side.
With me you will share your sorrow.
With me you will share your laughter.
Your hopes and wishes for tomorrow
Are mine as well forever after.
Our souls will melt in a tight embrace.
We will lose our sense of time and place.
In each moment we will find delight;
As our lives and destinies become one.
I see our way wide and bright;
Warm as if lit by a morning sun.
We will go through life side by side,
Because you are my man and I'm your bride.
Brick by brick I build a wall;
Surrounding me, standing tall.
People never wonder why.
They indifferently pass by.
So I make it more thick;
I keep adding brick after brick.
Still no one cares to see..
Who that person might be,
Who lies behind the wall.
It won't take so long,
Before my wall gets more strong.
Still no one cares at all.
Zombie Chic - Lyrics by Hughes-Can-Write, literature
Literature
Zombie Chic - Lyrics
She's got this zombie chic;
And she's a total whore for gore,
But she's toying with my brain,
Gonna drive me insane,
Before the apocalypse reigns.
Her hair's been back-combed,
Mascara bleeds down her face,
And her lips shine violent,
Where the blood escapes.
Alabaster skin, deathly pale,
And hair cherry red,
Beauty like a corpse;
I can't get her outta my head.
She's got this zombie chic;
And she's a total whore for gore,
But she's toying with my brain,
Gonna drive me insane,
Before the apocalypse reigns.
Like a creature from a film,
She's a horror-movie queen,
Break into your heart,
Rather than ask for the keys.
Crawls
Land of the Spiders - Poem by Hughes-Can-Write, literature
Literature
Land of the Spiders - Poem
Land of the Spiders,
Raided by Roaches,
Raise the alarm,
The enemy approaches;
Their armour's impervious,
To your venom and fangs,
Tie them with your silk;
Your adversaries hang.
Land of the Spiders,
Invaded by Roaches,
The army stands tall,
As their foe encroaches.
They tear down the lines,
Now nothing lies between;
When both sides are insects,
Neither side can be clean.
Land of the Spiders,
Cornered by Roaches,
With nowhere to turn,
As your enemy approaches;
But the traitors are within,
You can't cut off their heads,
It seems lust for power,
Hung you from your own threads.
Breaking Point - poem by Hughes-Can-Write, literature
Literature
Breaking Point - poem
It feel like the end,
The stars cannot shine,
I'm without a friend,
Forsaken by the Divine.
My cries of distress,
Fall on deaf ears,
A shaking, sobbing mess,
Entrapped in her fears.
I'm losing my soul,
And can't take a breath,
Shadows black as coal,
Haunt this valley of death.
What am I becoming,
That I can't make a stand?
I cannot keep running;
My home is this land.
They'll keep trying to break,
My heart and my mind,
And I know what's at stake,
If I wander through blind.
Somewhere inside my spirit,
The strength lies in wait;
I won't let them kill it:
This is my fate.
the greenest field
the broken shield
is this the end i feel
it feels like a new start
soul and body grow apart
locks are open
the soul is free
the body is broken
the soul is the only thing we got
only thing that matters
only thing that counts
in the end
if your rich or poor
do you know what death is for
death is growth
life is small
in death the doors are open
the vessel is broken
life is only a bump in the road
what you learn in your time here
on the other side
use it there
everyone are going somewhere
the roads are long
the walk is short
if you know were to turn
eternal live you have to earn
nothing comes free
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There is nothing to say about myself, except that I write poetry and short stories (but mostly poetry).
I draw simple drawings, not really good ones, on paper or digitally on MS Paint Program (I know I'm the only human being left who still uses it!)
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