Opinion

They don't believe she's tired
Not enough yet anyway.
They don't believe she's broken
Not completely anyway.

They don't see her tears.
They don't fall into a cup.

Hee Hee Hee, Frosty got jumped, and his Pipe got Jacked.

Agitated and restless, the urge to create.

It grows stronger as you mature, tastes become solid and well loved. Shopping around has come to a natural end. We know what we like and what we don’t like.

Why is silence so loud yet no one hears it?

A final, unexpected thought...

If we exist why do we exist? If so then what is its rhyme or reason? Enjoy writing friends.

Synthesis --
through holes of mind
stars
rain down
butterfly-style
and don on
the colors of snowflakes,
Christ
came down the airs
and filled the pleroma
with spiritual tension --

Different perspectives create different actions

A mash of shapes
Fill your semi closed eyes
You try to make sense
Of the shape of your body
You move a muscle and can't
It falters
No moven't
No emotion
Just a muscle in a hand.

carpe diem

On this 15th of December, I'm deeply saddened for two reasons: the violent deaths of 27 human souls in Connecticut(many of them in the first flower of early youth,) and secondly by the response o

Prayer how and why?
P K Routray

Pray how and why do we?
An answer we hardly search to see.
For a gain in wealth, health and prosperity,

Less weapons and more wisdom

Less fear and more faith

Less medication and more meditation

Less Play Stations and more playgrounds

Less preaching and more participation

Short poem by a drunk madman (as usual) about what we do and do not stand for in this passive aggressive life. Best of luck writing friends!

It's a new world these days ...

Where you compare, it could always be worse...

Memories
P K Routray

Past incidents are aptly forgotten but some remain in memory
Some are cherished, some are not but all tell the past story
Some memories are always Intriguing and act funny

long ago
the big gun went bang!
and time became
a speeding bullet through space
streaking towards
the human race

stars were born
then caught in the embrace
dying off
without a trace

Each human has their creativity language

December 6th marks the anniversary of the École Polytechnique massacre in Montréal.