Soaked in the wetness of rain where all is gloom

And when the sun shines,the rainbow comes..

The grayness of the skies and its shadows on the ground, the gloom is rather the most beautiful

Rain filling every crack and crevice, the pain I endure however softening my heart

I’m at such a weak point where my knees bend and my hair hangs over my eyes blinding me from her face keeping me fixed in pl...

“No point”

“ What do you mean no point? This is what we were built for-“ he answers passionately.

“ You have no free will. You can’t feel anymore-“

“ Oh my gosh, I can still feel clearly I’m human.”with annoyance he speaks.

“ All that junk this country’s fed people. I didn’t eat any of it-“

“ Right, you stayed unemployed and grew your own food which is valid, but you can’t blame me because I d...

Write a poem about someone insecure about their age due to their hunger for success

‘The Starving Artist’

Graduating highschool yesterday, 30 years old tomorrow

Everyone seems to have it figured out though perhaps really don’t have a clue

As if we’re thirty now, is it the way one should live?

Or perhaps while we’re young experience the world?

I’m on the path of the second option as it feels a...

Like electricity a few sparks.

The essence of life fill my body in which my spirit begins bathing in its warmth.

Through this ignition I feel the feeling of life again!

With so much energy and passion beyond my reach, I have the intentions to run and jump across the world as I rise with wobbling legs. I quickly fall to the ground, my knees rushing to the concrete and my hands to catch myself. T...

Then we jump. Off the cliff as gravity takes us down with all our weight pushing us towards the ground. My eyes are closed as I wonder of her. I hold her tight as much as able in hopes that I break her fall, but to freedom we shall escape.

“ Huh? Did we land?” Her voice sounds.

I find myself also in the depths of confusion, opening my eyes. I look down noticing a clear fabric supporting our we...

The quarrel that’s been for centuries and the reasonings behind the disappearing beings of history, the Antichrist like being comes to the world after the others’ failures. With one goal, an immense ego, and pride for victory, the elite’s control over humanity is threatened entirely by the wiping out of their existence. She is to come to replace the human world with the one for immortals. Through ...

The more I saw her, the more distant she appeared. I felt our connection was weakening, losing her signal. It felt as if a fight to hang out with her anymore, as her interest had never been so gone. It was time for us to part as the universe spoke through us. Her and I both know it’s time as I cling on to the memories where we felt the most of happiness and enjoyment. The feeling of not thinking o...

It’s my turn to talk next, as the young lady asks her question stating how it’s to me. I must portray this philosopher so I am to dig deep. Since our body swap some of his morals have merged with mine.. I’ve learned since the beginning of it all.

Sitting in my chair with the microphone I pull it up to my lips as the crowd stares awaiting excitement. Something tells me to relax continuing “everyt...

Is it a reflection of me? Is this showing who I am?

To every detail into the way my eyes stare with a slight squint, into the way my mouth is fixed in a smirk, does everything on the outside reflect everything on the inside?

Truly I am in the deepest confusion about life as the questions maintain their calling for me.

However within this material world in material flesh, I am to materially su...

The grass brushes passed my legs scratching. I feel I’ve reached the end of the world.

I stare into the view of the buildings far away, as if seeing each of the lives being lived within them. I wonder if through their windows, whether or not they look at the view in which I stand. Do they also wonder the lives lived here? Or perhaps ponder the deaths of the dead?

I’ve done something I’ve never d...