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  • Sisirachandra Vaduge (4/3/2013 1:00:00 AM) Post reply

    A Poet.

    Inquisitive, explorable and justifiable
    Serious thinking and examining
    Relative of true nature
    Love living beings

    Needs freedom for thinking
    Wants to reveal truth
    Deslike bougouisticity
    Need to be peaceful

    Above all he respects the reality
    He is a resident of this universe
    To make this world for everybody
    Humanity amidst civilized dignity is the ultimate destiny…

    Sisirachandra vaduge

  • Justice Clarke (3/31/2013 10:48:00 AM) Post reply

    The Fiddler

    As the dawn breaks

    he is there

    above the empty streets below

    upon the crest of his lodging

    beside the weathered chimney

    a drifting composing shadow

    a silhouette that fractures the glow of day

    playing the mystical notes

    Before the first bird can utter it's delicate chirp

    he is there

    dancing in a song that has never been heard

    notes float sweet

    like trickles of the morning dew

    on the currents of the sailing breeze

    the constant conducting anomaly

    the ever present fixture

    that greets the curious and peering eyes

    with each gracious blessing

    that is the birth of a new day

    When the sleeping city wakes

    he is there

    flooded by the waking imprint

    of the unending harmonies

    that serenade his being

    and are tethered to his strumming core

    lost in the music

    of a madman's melody

    for such is the way of those

    who heard the call of the rooftop

    And so the day comes to an end. The sun begins to retreat into the calm of the escaping day and still he is there. For the music he hears falls deep into the canals of his ear, echoes only he can hear, and so he plays. These notes that come to him on the whispers of an angel's lullaby, drifting on the waves that flutter under heavens domain. The bow moves across the strings as they tremble in the melody made of the mind. Time stands still for him for all there is, all that he has become, is the music. How gentle it falls, like raindrops upon the window sill after the exiting storm. How tender it falls, like the chirping of the birds that call the village to rise, how warm it falls, like the first slivers of the sunlight that caress the sleeping eyes. He is the essence of what creation is. He is the raw untouched and untainted song that plays from the heart. For he walks the corridors where silent tunes are hummed by the soul of man. As the night prepares to make it’s entrance he retires from his lofty perch. To sleep and dream of the next day when again he shall climb the ladder and wait for the strike of the first note. For this is his destiny, his right, and what he must do. For there are those who must follow the path that calls them and he is no different. For such is the way for the man who rides the rooftop known simply as

    , , , The Fiddler

    Thoughts of a Single Man © 2013 tm

  • Samantha Reid (3/28/2013 9:39:00 AM) Post reply

    Good point, how does one apply to these so-called contests?

  • Alto Thomas, Jr. (3/27/2013 3:52:00 PM) Post reply

    How do you actually apply?

  • Julianna Mcleod (3/25/2013 6:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    everyone you like must read this, with enthusiasm... think " to this day" that bullying video when you do, and speak it like that, you will see how amazing and moving it is :)

    It's all the same:

    The worst part is, I can't stop this. We wonder why no one can get along. They hate our friendship because it's strange, because it's different, because it's not the same. So what?we're odd balls. Not everyone is the same. If everyone were the same then we couldn't tell each other apart. we'd think the good people are bad and the bad people are good. We'd get lost between each other just to find our way home! ! we stop... the world stops for a minute, you look around at all the people around you... everyone's the same. There's no colors, it's just so plain. We try to run away but everything's still the same! ! you try to walk in the other direction, you still try to run away! but you can't... your stuck in this vortex, people think it's a game. You can't find the door way out and why is that?Because its all the same! ! you run fast and hard, taking your hopes and dreams with you! hoping to escape, to find the right door.... you run to it, you miss, you always miss! ! Instead you hit a brick wall. The bricks hit you as they fall, like how you fell on them the way you fell for him! you climb out from under the debris... people know, they can see, they feel your pain, but do nothing. Nothing! because it's all the same! ! it's happened to everyone, we've felt the pain, we've lost everything and nothings been gained! your hoping they'd save you, you think that they might, but nobody does it, nobody turns on the light! nobody's fought, and no one is willing to fight! They're not that human if they don't fight for what's right. They don't try to change it, they just leave at the sight. because they've seen it before, nothings new and nothings changed. everyone is trapped in this vortex together. we brave the storm and pummel the weather! ! at some point we will get out, but just make it through, and when it happens we won't know what to do, because nothings been gained, its still just the same! ! we are still stuck on this earth, and everywhere we look we see the same thing! ! there's more space to run... so you run as far and as far as you can to escape this madness. but again your still trapped on this earth! and you know the only way to escape is to leave this earth! Its always been the last resort because you don't want to leave everyone behind, but that doesn't matter anymore, because everyone's the same! so you do it. your gone. left the earth. and everyone goes on as they have, because they've seen it before, it's all just the same.

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    • Elena Sandu (4/9/2013 10:49:00 PM) Post reply

      Quite intersting rich in imagery very dynamic, I also loved the unseen words found between the lines. I believe Earth has nothing to do with all the same. The ones to perceive the differences are on ... more

  • Benjamin Michael Clark (3/25/2013 3:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    Ralph Abate, March 25th,2013

    On a good day-
    She celebrates 'round noon
    On a good day-
    She celebrates nude-

    She doesn't want
    Babies - doesn't need anyone-
    She doesn't want
    To change her attitude-

    She traps you with her stare
    She traps you like a tomb
    & You become ancient in
    Her pyramid-

    You could take her
    For a spin like she's
    A Bentley, but she's
    Been bent before-
    Yes, she's been bent plenty (x2)

    She comes wrapped
    In red velvet-
    A perfect present-
    Her dirty blonde locks

    Hang beside the Mountain Tops-
    But she's suspended just for you-
    & She doesn't cost a thing-
    Just a number on the Flute

    & You'll come runnin'
    Back to her before noon
    But she'll be in bed
    With another dude-

    You could take her
    For a spin like she's
    A Bentley, but she's
    Been bent before-
    Yes, she's been bent plenty (x2)

    Yeah yeah just watch her
    Hips move right to your

    Yeah yeah she'll just continue
    To 'till age changes the way
    She looks into the mirror
    & Things become clear-

    Memories of men
    Who played joyful songs-
    Who played sad songs
    Oh the infinite ruse (x2)

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    • Julianna Mcleod (3/27/2013 10:51:00 AM) Post reply

      goof but you need to make it flow better lol: P like transision words: P

  • Sreedevi S (3/20/2013 1:58:00 AM) Post reply

    My Biggest Pretend

    His eyes have grown big like a cat
    I think I am in love with you, he purrs
    I flinch at those words
    Inside, my dark tarnished heart trembles
    No, it's an impossibility it says
    You know how it all plays
    You will hold hands and walk through the beach
    He will crack jokes and you will pretend to laugh
    But one day you will laugh quite easily
    Your trigger to be careful
    You would tell him a million times that you love him
    But never looking at him in the eye
    Watching him only in the depth of his sleep
    He is feeling like the pretty tea- cup you press to your lips
    Envies the tea that you take in, its warmth touching you inside
    But he doesn't know what's quite wrong yet
    Doesn't know what to demand
    Until one day with those big sad eyes he tells you he is sorry
    Can't do this anymore
    And you shiver faking surprise
    You watch him as he walk out of the door
    Yes you have won
    Broken him
    In the process shattering into a million pieces
    But a million colours is what I see in his eyes right now
    I look at him and I laugh like he has cracked the biggest joke
    My biggest pretend yet
    He turn his eyes away hurt, offended
    And I close my eyes as he gently walks away

  • Bryn Morgan (3/18/2013 12:48:00 PM) Post reply

    The Hour is Late

    Light breaks its back onto the eternal night
    This night with its strange currents
    Its little tricks and shaded faces
    I let myself to the oh wondering dark
    I know that light is coming
    But in this tip of the head I am sodden
    My cawing heart has found his place
    Amongst the endless space
    Populated with those that are
    And will forever be forgotten.
    Bryn Morgan

  • Gin-nie Tanner Smith (3/17/2013 7:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Among the Stars
    Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, August 28,2009, Copy Right 2009

    There; among the beauty of the stars lay a vision of heaven,
    as per our limited perception and definition,
    for we tend to see only within the span of our reach;
    The heavens are mysterious, vast and awe inspiring,
    much like a fervent believer's faith and position,
    Beckoning points of light shimmer from the darkness,
    angels, perhaps in a poetic mind, guiding us to contrition,
    Lends inspiration to our hearts and souls longing to be,
    part of the magnificence of God's family and creation;
    The freedom of winged celestial bodies and infinite space,
    from the earth-bound fears and self-made constriction;
    There; among the beauty of the stars lay a vision of heaven.

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    • Scarlett Voight (3/17/2013 11:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Wow, that is amazing and just a real thought of things that cant truly be seen. Anyone can relate to this not just Christians but everyone, cause we all wonder what is beyond that which our eyes cant ... more

  • Ayzhelle Mendoza (3/15/2013 1:46:00 AM) Post reply

    Brimming with venom inside,
    Raging like a storm, struggling to conceal,
    to thwart thy recrudescing past
    from lacerating a tiny blood chunk
    that is beating in my chest.

    I can't remember whispering
    those three little fancy words
    in the most unpretended form
    next to meeting a beautious soul.

    I am not perfect.
    I wontedly dominate things
    But with thee, thou have learned to
    do things beyond thy limits.

    Thine forever, Thine forever!
    thou shall cherish, thou shall remember.
    Thine flaws, thou shall understand.
    Cold seasons, Thou shall withstand.

    Thy existence will be a fiasco, a ninny
    Without thine love, Thou will be worthless like a dead sea.
    for thou shall never live for more than a jiffy
    with a lifeform other than thee

    I will love thee.
    that is all I'm gonna do.
    Thou shall never utter this as a promise.
    for promises are known to break a lot of trust.
    I will be with thee.
    It doesn't matter how.
    At night, when stars are obscured by the clouds.
    Thou shall be there, Thou shall comfort thee.
    You have saved me, You have loved me.
    Thou shall save thee, thou shall love thee.

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