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100ThemesChallenge - Two RoadsYou are well within your rights, at any moment, to stand up and say, "No, this is not who I am. I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone I'm not."
You can make the world more beautiful by simply refusing to lie about it.
The Boy Who Said NoI want to tell you about something that happened outside my school recently.
It was Friday, I was being picked up by five or six friends to go for a picnic, seen as the weather was so lovely. They were all there outside school, waiting for me to finish. I came out and we joked around for maybe half a minute or so, then set off. As we passed another group of students, we heard one of them call another boy a 'faggot'. Just joking, you know? Only it wasn't between friends, it was from one boy (you know the type - football player, good looking, popular) to another, two years below. Scrawny little thing he was, hair that stuck up at the back, pale skin, glasses. He got this shouted at him, and he just hung his head and hurried on.
One of my friends, Michael, stopped upon hearing the word. Just like that. A girl almost walked into him. And he turned around and said to the boy, the older one,
"What did you just say?"
Not threatening, really, at all. Quite conversationally, as if he simply had
The Death of Bin LadenI walked out into my street this morning to find people dancing, celebrating, shouting. I was momentarily confused this was too late, surely, for royal wedding excitement? I could think of nothing but sadness saturating this particular morning.
And yet. There. An image of Obama. Another of Bin Laden. Angry slashes through his face. Jeering red paint mocking at his throat.
I felt mine close.
They are not doing this.
Celebrating his death. Celebrating it like it could ever be anything good. Celebrating yet another example of the countless times humans have resorted to, and yes I shudder at the word, necessary killings, because we cannot accept one another. Celebrating as if you could force liberty and peace into a land with the tools only of violence and death.
So I swore. Loudly. And again. And again. FUCKITFUCKITALL. Over and over again. Not because I'm not capable of saying so much more, but because you do not seem capable of understanding anything less.
The Inked BladeJust as painters live for their artwork, poets live for theirs. But for a writer it is more so. For a writer, the writing will take on not only a life of their own, but a personality, a whole separate soul. A writer can converse with their pieces, argue with them... Feel jealous of them. Sometimes you might tell him his words are beautiful, and you'll see a shadow briefly cross his face before he responds with a 'thank you' and a smile, stretched too tight. Eventually, he'll become angry at his work. He'll stop writing; he'll tear up old notebooks in the hopes he can forget the words seemingly printed across the inside of his skull. He'll snap all his pens and pencils, so they can never damage someone's life as they have damaged his. He'll drink so the letters dance blurrily before his eyes, phrases drop off and lay forever incomplete in the dirt - so he never has to be the one to write them down.
All this, just because he knows he can never be as beautiful as the words he w
The Way We Built Bridges"You waste too much time on your words." You once told me.
"No," I replied "you don't waste enough time on words. Words are a tool to you, not a treat. A pragmatic means of communicating, bargaining, exchanging vital snippets of information. Calm down. Stop speaking so fast. We're not fighting a war (not us, not here). You don't prune and select your language. You've forgotten how to roll it around on your tongue, or try it on for size. Revel in rolling Rs, or the sweetness of a string of vowels and consonants, arranged in such a way to create more beauty than you ever thought possible.
Language can be a delicacy to contrast your paltry recital of data. You should try it."
The Encaged IgnoranceYou should put them in a cage. The beggars and the vagrants and the communists. The people you disagree with. The neighbours who talk about you. The children and the elderly and the poor and the strange. All the ones who look and sound and act so different from you. Put the whole God damn world in a cage. Until the walls enclose it all. And only you are left on the outside.
Trysts With The UnknownSometimes I'm on the bus and I just temporarily fall in love with boys that look like Tim Minchin and Noel Fielding; all too long hair and wry grins, or girls that look just like Laura Marling or Robin Tunney; all shy smiles and girl-next-door. I don't even know their names. There's nothing wrong with that.
A blind loveA pure heart
so far from here
and so close.
A beautiful life
to shine and shine
And I'm without you
but you're with me.
A big sun above my head
and my eyes can't see.
Let me imagine the shape of your cheeks.
Let me imagine the colour of your teeth.
Show me how I can live in a world without rainbow.
Teach me how to love something I don't know.
Just my hands stroking your forehead
and my fingers touching your lips can tell me about you.
Your hair is so soft,
it feels like the water of the sea kissing my legs.
There is no day or night to me,
Everything is just ...grey?
Only the sound of your voice
calms down my anxiety to see you,
my anxiety to live.
Your hands on my face tells me how pretty you are.
Your body warming my heart says how much you love this blind man.
Your eyes...your eyes, I can't talk about them
But I guess they're just wonderful
like a kind of Heaven waiting for me.
If my soul knew what is red or blue
I'd paint you in each centimeter of my skin.
If your tears had a colour
Ugly boy in loveI forgot you don't love me.
I forgot all of this dream was only mine.
I forgot you're in the top.
I forgot I'm on the floor.
I forgot who I am.
I'm the ugly boy of the class.
I'm the fatty one.
I'm the loser.
I'm the nerd.
I'm that one that nobody wants in the group.
I'm that silly boy that never learned to stop falling in love.
I'm that boy that always thought a smile of you would mean more than friendship.
I'm that soul that cries in the silence of the night.
I'm that heart that writes your name in a paper
each time your face appears in my mind.
I'm the man that only can kiss your lips on a pic.
I'm that guy that strokes your cheeks on my pillow.
And I dream of you.
Everything is perfect there.
I'm that good looking man you want.
You hold my hand
and it's not me whom looks at you,
it's you whom looks at me.
And I don't need words to say "I love you"
'cause my eyes sing it.
And I think of you.
God knows how much I think of you.
Maybe you just think of me for mistake.
Maybe you just do
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minute
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
Breaking upSo unfair, you say.
And it seems I don't love you as you want.
You're there looking at me with eyes of Heaven
And I'm so cold like Dante's Hell,
like the soul of a man that loved so much
but never trusted again.
So unfair, you say.
And my lips don't taste as yours.
My kisses are salted like a rock,
like my sweat, like my thoughts.
And you want me to love you.
And you want me to feel.
And you want me to be...
yours... and it's hard.
It's hard to be as you dreamed of me.
It's hard to love without heart.
It's hard to live as I'm not.
It's hard, just hard.
No, please, don't cry!
Don't cry, my love!
Don't say I'm mean.
Don't say I'm cruel.
Don't say I lied.
Don't say you'll die
if I leave you,
if I stop calling you "my life",
if I see you for last time,
if I go and you're not there,
if a 'bye'
is the worst word I can say.
I'll understand if you don't want to hug me.
I'll understand if you don't want to take my hand.
I'll understand everything you do
'cause you know that you lost me.
Being with youIt could be better.
Maybe I could be taller or stronger
but you don't care.
I could be handsome and nicer
but you don't care.
You just love what I am.
You just love what I have.
I never thought somebody like you would love me.
I'm that simple, that silly.
I thought I'd be the last you'd look at.
I thought I didn't deserve you dreamed of me like that.
I'm just a crazy lonely man.
Maybe you're crazier, maybe you're blind.
No, my sweetheart, I'm not wrong.
When I say you're the most beautiful,
I don't lie.
I think all of you is perfect.
I think your eyes can see my soul
and your lips can make a poem just calling my name.
Your hair can dance
and your smile can heal my heart.
You already know what I'm gonna say.
You know the colour of my thoughts.
You know my past, you know my goals.
You know my fears.
You know my love, my dreams, my faults.
You paint my life wiht your kisses.
You draw a landscape on my chest
everytime you stroke my feelings,
everytime you touch my cheeks.
You have me in yo
When an Angel lovesI don't wanna lose you
but sometimes u seem that far.
I'd like to strecth my arm
and touch the tip of ur fingers
but there is a big wall of glass between us.
I could find another girl
but nobody will be like you,
nobody that sweet,
nobody that kind,
nobody that funny,
nobody that cute,
nobody that smart.
If I only could have you just once
to know how much we love.
If I only could melt in front of your eyes.
If I only could smile seeing ur lips moving
saying my name.
If I only could whisper "I'm yours".
Even I'd be yours if you're not mine
but it seems that an angel can never love.
It seems nobody can destroy this wall
between you and me.
They say if an angel kiss a woman he'd die.
But for a kiss of yours I'd do it,
just for feeling your fingers stroking my hair,
just for feeling ur head resting on my chest,
just for feeling your weak body in my arms.
I'd quit to my life for you
and thousand times more
When the moon fell downI'm the sun,
so strong and powerful,
ready to give life,
ready to speak,
ready to call,
ready to sing,
ready to love.
I'm the sun in love wiht the moon.
The glorious, magnanimous,
My rays can touch your face, my dear,
but it seems you need more.
My arms can hug you,
but it seems you need more.
My lips can burn your breasts,
but it seems you need more.
I thought I had you.
I thought you liked my beauty.
I thought we'd meet in the morning.
I thought you needed me.
I thought you felt me.
I thought you cried for me.
I thought I was yours.
I thought you believed me.
Now your voice stopped saying my name.
Now your hands can't stroke my hair when I sleep.
Your heart is far,so far from me.
And I'm far from you,
but I never left,
I never quit.
I never put my heart in other hands
'cause you were my life,
You were my soul, you were my eyes,
a lovely dream,
You meant everything to me,
each day, each night,
each word I say was so true.
Unknown LoveWhere are you?
Night and day trying to find,
trying to see,
trying to say.
I've drawn you a lot of times,
but you're not on my drawings.
I've painted you wasting my eyes,
but I can't get the colours of your feelings.
Tell me what I have to do to know you,
to get a bit of ur love,
to get more than a dream,
to get your nose rubbing my cheeks,
to get your hands
drawing your name on my lips,
to get ur fingers giving shape to my face,
stroking my loneliness,
stroking my fears.
Paint a star on my forehead,
the sun on my chest,
the sky on my eyes
and wings on my arms.
Let me fly with you
where you live.
Show me the world.
Show me the wind.
Show me your soul.
Show who I am.
Show who you are.
They told me I'd find you,
but it seems too far.
It seems I've lost my voice
and you can't hear,
It seems I've done all that I could
and you never existed
and you'll never exist.
But I still have a hope.
If you're there, my unknown love,
You have here a poor heart,
you have here a lil song,
you have here a
You're my melodyDance with me!
The piano starts to sing.
Flowers falling down from the sky.
Hold my hands!
Look at the birds,
they dance too,
they cover your dress with leaves,
they kept them for you.
The butterflies made a crown for you
with each colour of the rainbow.
The bunnies untie your braids.
Your hair looks like a hill talking to the sun.
Then I take water from the river
to paint your eyes
and put a rose on my brush to paint your lips.
The clouds help me to colour your face
and the sunset kiss your cheeks.
The song tells about your dreams,
each note is new
and my heart loves your song
'cause this melody is you
and there are no black keys on my piano
'cause I'm your keys
and only your fingers can play me
when you love me
when you live
when you exist.
The Hollow CityI've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else will have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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