Write a poem, or a short story. Write it for yourself, for somebody else, or everyone.
Everybody (well, mostly everybody) is capable of love.
Unconditional love, romantic or platonic.
Love is the best thing. Show us how much love you can feel. It might make you feel better, and others. Raise the...
[continued from "the story behind 'pendulum' - part i"]
"to the one years ago still remains in my sight"
here actually is the true beginning to "when the pendulum swings once again". after my husband, it is the hardest case i've ever had to deal with-- and in some ways you could say it was...
the story behind "pendulum"
the "pendulum" poem saw its beginning several years ago, and only recently was i finally able to pen it in its entirety. it was a great weight within me during all this time, with a lot of false starts and stops, so it wasn't easy to write. over my lifetime...
when the pendulum swings once again
by candace lynn glisson
caught between fear and uncertainty
a pendulum swings out of control
my stifled emotions lay hidden inside
but tighten your grip i implore
you're loved and you're often remembered
you're worth so...
Courage is not the spawn of recklessness.
It is the marriage of persistance and self-sacrifice.
I use honour as my shield and faith as my sword.
Courage stands as a testament, a citadel,
to those who share in its brilliant voice.
In the halls of history, there is no greater glory,
Charlie the chair,
with gray brownish hair,
he thought to himself- If only I were a pew,
I would find that it's true,
those that were clean,
would sit on his lean.
Charlie was tired and worn-
looking out to scorn,
to protrude his disdain,
to those that pressured his brain.
To love someone is to see their true self,
despite of their actions and out-world view
To love someone is your purest gift from thyself,
and it is what makes life come true
Dead are those who let their ego live in disbelief,
To distort their thinking that love is just so untrue
I decided to write a poem about the true nature of sin. Many people come to learn about sin through organized religion or through the enneagram. But in order to understand sin, you actually have to experience and overcome it yourself. Because that is the deception of sin, it tricks you into...
Just before I was a passionate flame
a hurricane, a tornado, a flying storm
it is not 'edge' that you see
but life, it is Force Majeure
I am a blast I am the beast
a deafening explosion
the deep voice of the great feast
grounds break, chasms open below
volcano's erupt -flee
I am all of that...
Tittle says it al , I start of to make it easyer :proud:
Fenrir And The Serpent God's
Im not a induvidual , disguised as a rabbi infected dog .
Im a EasternWolf , disguised as a person .
The world as u know it , does not exist .
If u wher given a chance , to give up live as u know it to...
I think it's quite boring and void of meaning, reading those analysis doesn't help much, I don't see any significance of this poem. Anyone can maybe share your view on this poem and help me see it from another angle?
Any help is much appreciated. Thanks!
Hello, Personality Cafe! For my first blog post, I thought I'd share with you a poem that I wrote.
My decision to play the Alto Saxophone in 5th grade changed my life in ways that I never would have expected back them, and words cannot describe how grateful I am for all that music has done for...
I'd also love to know why you like it, but it's not required.
My favorite poem is This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams.
I'm a huge fan of minimalism; I don't like clutter that distracts/detracts from the point. I also like how it seems like such a trivial thing, but I feel like it...