A bustling airport fills.
Worker ants of many variety-
which will pass the finish line?
The ants work too hard to have a good time,
flying here and there to reach a destination,
they really do not want.
Life flies by,
the worker ant forgets, misses,
in the end he loses.
Where is the glory in all work-
no time for fun, family,
or friends?
The worker ant commits to a life not worth living.
Slowly dying each day,
never truly striving.
Underfoot he dies,
pointlessly searching for an imaginary goal.
What are they reaching for?
What do they have to win?
Success, riches-
allusion.
Ants march by in single file,
one, two, th
Promises of faith:
affirmation,
justifcation,
virtue-
by another name.
Humane,
honest,
spiritual.
A prince waits, seeking in the shadows,
he hides,
whispers,
secretly conspires.
Holding promises of faith to ignorant people,
the world takes a turn-
spins out of control.
"Take another,"
the prince to the lion.
"Say no",
the fox retorts.
The world leaps, takes a turn,
spinning madly, cruely-
out of control.
Cunning,
deceitful,
tactful-
the prince reunites faith with fortune.
Cold, lifeless,
a butterfly wing-
flutters in the spring breeze
near an old oak tree.
The tree stands tall,
strong, proud,
like the butterfly who no longer sighs.
A branch breaks off,
dry, cracked-
falling, calling out to stars.
Little butterfly wings sing-
"A river ran deep,
a tree grew tall,
everyone lived free,
peaceful, safe."
There by that stump
lies a blackened wing,
the feathers don't move,
can't fly with the breeze.
A river it swam in,
protected by reeds.
No longer, no longer-
it sings:
"Show me where a creature can be safe,
away from destruction, warring, and death.
A river runs here, filled with black bloo
A bustling airport fills.
Worker ants of many variety-
which will pass the finish line?
The ants work too hard to have a good time,
flying here and there to reach a destination,
they really do not want.
Life flies by,
the worker ant forgets, misses,
in the end he loses.
Where is the glory in all work-
no time for fun, family,
or friends?
The worker ant commits to a life not worth living.
Slowly dying each day,
never truly striving.
Underfoot he dies,
pointlessly searching for an imaginary goal.
What are they reaching for?
What do they have to win?
Success, riches-
allusion.
Ants march by in single file,
one, two, th
Promises of faith:
affirmation,
justifcation,
virtue-
by another name.
Humane,
honest,
spiritual.
A prince waits, seeking in the shadows,
he hides,
whispers,
secretly conspires.
Holding promises of faith to ignorant people,
the world takes a turn-
spins out of control.
"Take another,"
the prince to the lion.
"Say no",
the fox retorts.
The world leaps, takes a turn,
spinning madly, cruely-
out of control.
Cunning,
deceitful,
tactful-
the prince reunites faith with fortune.
Cold, lifeless,
a butterfly wing-
flutters in the spring breeze
near an old oak tree.
The tree stands tall,
strong, proud,
like the butterfly who no longer sighs.
A branch breaks off,
dry, cracked-
falling, calling out to stars.
Little butterfly wings sing-
"A river ran deep,
a tree grew tall,
everyone lived free,
peaceful, safe."
There by that stump
lies a blackened wing,
the feathers don't move,
can't fly with the breeze.
A river it swam in,
protected by reeds.
No longer, no longer-
it sings:
"Show me where a creature can be safe,
away from destruction, warring, and death.
A river runs here, filled with black bloo
I can feel the grit of dirt between my toes
And the rain is nothing more than a mist
Even though its pouring
Im soaked through my skin
But I feel only a slight caress
As if Im brushing against morning dew
I continue to pick the buttercups
They seem oddly full of sun
Considering the weather were having
Ill pick some rainbow
Petals of blue, white, maybe purple
You laugh at my pitiful
Almost beautiful bouquet
It reminds you of me
And everything you love
I realize how small and broken I must look
But you treat me like Im irreplaceable
Im some priceless gem
In your eyes
But you don
Falling Between The Line by doorfromheaven, literature
Literature
Falling Between The Line
My mouth opened to speakwords
clung to the tip of my tongue,
praying to be released and capture the moment,
but your mouth denied such pleasure,
enticed my body with different sensations,
strangled my tongue so what I said was impossible
to decipher. Just a purr vibrating the back of my throat,
a moan captured in the chest,
light-headed, throbbing of the temples, to the point of calling it a migraine.
I'm sick. My mother even told me so.
As I counted down the days of the months,
the hours of the days, the minutes of the hours,
until the numbers became to
Why would you want to love me? I don't understand;
I have nothing to offer, nothing to give--
There will always be someone else; someone better
Who has all I have but can do so much more
While I sit back, looking through my picture window,
Out at the world.
What makes me so different? I don't think you see,
the darkness that broods inside of me.
I'm a puppet to societya heart that gives but doesn't wish to receive
who wants nothing more than to change the world
Somehow, someway, so it'
A Kiss Locked In His Heart by doorfromheaven, literature
Literature
A Kiss Locked In His Heart
Well, just because you said that...if I don't survive, I'll be haunting your dreams.
You already do.
Oh really? Except now it'll be all the things you'll never have...
The light drifted in through the curtains and fluttered under his eyelids. He groaned, tossing the covers so they fell over his head and turned his body away from the light. He did not want anything to disrupt her beautiful face. Her hand was reaching out to stroke his cheek, and she was smiling in that devious manner that sent shivers up his spine. The anticipation was killing him. He wanted her. He wanted to be lost in the flavor of h
Current Residence: University of Maine! WOOT! Favourite genre of music: old rock, todays rock, country rock, anything except for rap, basically. I'm open to anything. Favourite photographer: Liz :D Favourite style of art: hmmm.... i like a bunch of different styles.... lol Operating System: none... i hate hospitals.. and medicine.. and especialy the E.R yup MP3 player of choice: my own :D Shell of choice: taco and sea Wallpaper of choice: anything pink, as long as it'll match my room... Skin of choice: the one I have Favourite cartoon character: Jack Skelleton, yay! and Tinkerbell, and Pooh, Piglet, and Mumbles! Personal Quote: "It's a giraffe, you idiots!"
Favourite Visual Artist
Do you mean a music artist, or a painter?
Favourite Movies
Nightmare Before Xmas, Sweeney Todd, Corpse Bride, Any Tim Burton Movie, Happy Feet, Pirates
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
P!ATD, Rob Thomas; Green Day; Blue October; Dr. Hook; Rolling Stones; Culture Club; David Cook
Favourite Writers
John Grisham, Anne Rice, Robert Frost, Rumi
Favourite Games
Monopoly!, iMAgiNiff..., and Pirates Dice
Favourite Gaming Platform
I don't like public speaking...
Tools of the Trade
penguins, duh! :)
Other Interests
museums, traveling, the beach, alligators, and people in general (they're interesting)
hey everyone!
Yeah, so I haven't been on for a really really long time... lol. But I figured I should update and tell y'all what's been going on. Just as a warning, this is going to be very long. Just so's ya know.
-Venting Starts Here-
So, I went to Florida for the summer and had a great time. It was amazing. I visited the Everglades, the Shell Factory, and got to see a lot of things I never thought I'd see. It was an amazing experience, and it changed me a lot. While I was there, I spent time with my Aunt and Uncle, and two younger cousins. I have to say that it was nice spending time with family, especially since my mom isn't really a "