Its not what we do.
to challenge our troubles.
to render with love affairs.
to perceive that within the mind.
to obey society's mannerisms.
For its just not what we do.
We'll yield to superiors.
We'll abandon attraction.
We'll excite the brain with various poisons.
We'll riot till every corner of this hell diffidently bows at our feet.
Because this is war and this is what we do.
Life in the Kettle
I can't sit here and lie to you and tell you it will be ok.
When the truth is that a puzzle piece is missing. Your
image like most has it cracks and intersections.
A cross road of misunderstanding s and I can't
promise you'll be the person you've always been.
But I can promise you that as long as
wet tears lay upon your porcelain face and
your eyes bare a foggy wast land.
That I will be here holding your hand, and
all of your worlds existence tight in my grasp.
I'll keep things stable while you take this time to mend
and I'll fight off a thousand sinking suns because
I know its your time to rest, regret,and re
A Clock Parts Dysfunction by Phongo94Xapa, literature
Literature
A Clock Parts Dysfunction
A Clock Parts Dysfunction
Sometimes it seems like I can't function.
And gears stop spinning, the ticks stand still.
Then there your are a shiny star always hols
out your hand waiting for my grasp.
The comfort of you cozy shoulders allow me
to close off and for a second rest from this
cruel assembly line forcing me to go forward.
Sometimes I wish you'd burn out and
let fuel slide slyly upon your new coat of polish.
But the whistles always call me back because
the greedy consumers urging await
my newest performance. Something fantastic,
progressive,and monopolistic.
Phongo94xapa
sometime in June 2012
The Metronome
If life last an hour.
Would you step down from power?
Would you have pride
for those who hid?
Would you lose all you've been taught?
Would you think you're last thought?
Would you forgive those who have done wrong?
Would you request one last song?
Would you ask for more than that?
Would you set aside your trusty hat?
Would you believe that dreams are true?
Would you understand those with few?
Would question of the test?
to see if your strengthen for the rest .
Would you hold the ones you love
and beg for forgiveness from the one above?
Would you live?
if life last an hour.
Phongo94Xapa
4/17/11
Human
It seems we are happy now that
we have everything, but have we ever
stopped to think about how much people
don't have? Have we ever come to think
of how much we've hurt each other
in this game called life? When we walk
pass that person crying on the street,
have we ever stopped to help them?
What the world needs now is acceptance.
If we could look at each other and know
that each person has feelings. If we could
see each other hurt and crying , would
we stop to do what we once did to them?
If we start to care about what people feel
instead of what they look like then and only then
can we be called humans. The actio
Its not what we do.
to challenge our troubles.
to render with love affairs.
to perceive that within the mind.
to obey society's mannerisms.
For its just not what we do.
We'll yield to superiors.
We'll abandon attraction.
We'll excite the brain with various poisons.
We'll riot till every corner of this hell diffidently bows at our feet.
Because this is war and this is what we do.
Life in the Kettle
I can't sit here and lie to you and tell you it will be ok.
When the truth is that a puzzle piece is missing. Your
image like most has it cracks and intersections.
A cross road of misunderstanding s and I can't
promise you'll be the person you've always been.
But I can promise you that as long as
wet tears lay upon your porcelain face and
your eyes bare a foggy wast land.
That I will be here holding your hand, and
all of your worlds existence tight in my grasp.
I'll keep things stable while you take this time to mend
and I'll fight off a thousand sinking suns because
I know its your time to rest, regret,and re
A Clock Parts Dysfunction by Phongo94Xapa, literature
Literature
A Clock Parts Dysfunction
A Clock Parts Dysfunction
Sometimes it seems like I can't function.
And gears stop spinning, the ticks stand still.
Then there your are a shiny star always hols
out your hand waiting for my grasp.
The comfort of you cozy shoulders allow me
to close off and for a second rest from this
cruel assembly line forcing me to go forward.
Sometimes I wish you'd burn out and
let fuel slide slyly upon your new coat of polish.
But the whistles always call me back because
the greedy consumers urging await
my newest performance. Something fantastic,
progressive,and monopolistic.
Phongo94xapa
sometime in June 2012
The Metronome
If life last an hour.
Would you step down from power?
Would you have pride
for those who hid?
Would you lose all you've been taught?
Would you think you're last thought?
Would you forgive those who have done wrong?
Would you request one last song?
Would you ask for more than that?
Would you set aside your trusty hat?
Would you believe that dreams are true?
Would you understand those with few?
Would question of the test?
to see if your strengthen for the rest .
Would you hold the ones you love
and beg for forgiveness from the one above?
Would you live?
if life last an hour.
Phongo94Xapa
4/17/11
Human
It seems we are happy now that
we have everything, but have we ever
stopped to think about how much people
don't have? Have we ever come to think
of how much we've hurt each other
in this game called life? When we walk
pass that person crying on the street,
have we ever stopped to help them?
What the world needs now is acceptance.
If we could look at each other and know
that each person has feelings. If we could
see each other hurt and crying , would
we stop to do what we once did to them?
If we start to care about what people feel
instead of what they look like then and only then
can we be called humans. The actio
As Lively as a Doll with a Broken Key by bluealiceroses93, literature
Literature
As Lively as a Doll with a Broken Key
Once a child
Naïve and cheery
Now a hole
Deep and weary
Liquid acid pours down the porcelain face
To grow the white crystalline trace
Elongated roots of peachy pearl
Now adorned with aligned crimson columns that swirl
The same crimson gashes decorate the skull
From sequenced rhythm's feeling null
What was once a child
Bright with trust
Now an empty
Lifeless husk
Hey Guys,
so I know I don't really put up that much art but I am working on a pile of stuff to upload. My arts not that good but I will be working hard at it ,hopefully one day I can have some good work up like my friends and family do. also I'm going to try some new stuff like my buddy's digital tablet and maybe some sculpting stuffs i'm not sure yet. As far as poetry goes I haven't been writing it much because I have been trying to move it more in a positive direction but happy things are kind of hard for me to compress into a poem for now anyway. i will however be working on some song lyrics and children literature. so thats that.
Everything I draw turns out like I guess kiddish not that im trying to draw some serious stuff but I would like to have a change from what I normally do but of course no one can really see an example of what I am try to say because I don't have any images posted. I need to really get over to one of my friends house so I can use there scanner. I would really appreciate any contribution or tips.Thank you guys I really really hope to have some art up soon.