Two Mentalities to RipenA pair of young scholars watched the clouds driftTwo Mentalities to Ripen by *HanOneSail
Conversation began but quickly started to shift
The sun hid away in fear of flares
From the rising glares
They each had a say on the offers
That the ocean of life has in store as captures
To what they thought was the most sentimental
To be sought out based on their credentials
Life is won when one has all the pleasures
Attainable by unrelenting seizures
Life has no meaning specifically
When unchallenged without tragedy
Within the good and the bad only the wildest
Most ruthless powers are the wisest
So says the Barbarians whose very empires have fallen
While the true wise men have retained theirs from felons
Art is a right as meat fit for a king
Only the superior can have the ones that are satisfying
Art should be to enrich and inspire life
Not just to entertain aimlessly like some sort of strife
The values you hold onto are diminished
The same can be said about yours so supposed
Its people like you that ruin society
Its people like you
Ode to a Meal of LifeI took in all I couldOde to a Meal of Life by *HanOneSail
Flavors of what life offered
Taste that could turn your tongue around
Dissatisfying sensations like explosions
Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning
Ending every night randomly with dinner
Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep
Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest
Today I flew tomorrow I blew up
Into a million pieces of glass
Reflecting the fates I have devoured
Meals become endless hopes to try something new
Eventually my taste buds begin to expire
Dying and lying on the dry tongue
Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times
Oh how the good times pass by so quickly
The great moments forgotten so easily
Oh how the sad times bring us misery
The worst moments devastating our savory
The dish we lovingly pick at
Ode of the lovely homely delicacy
The positivity of creation of a cook
A chef so-called the creator
This ode to life
Its fresh warm smell attracts all
The lively breathing behavior emitted
Oh this ode to life
This plate full of experi
The Internet World 2012I love the internet but not some of the usersThe Internet World 2012 by *HanOneSail
They say and make stressful thoughts
As if there was no one else in the world
I mean it but I guess it is fine
But isn't that why we have paper
Couldn't they keep it on that?
Instead they upload it all
Becoming a multitude and maybe a community
I thought the internet was for sharing
Good and meaningful material
Advice, support, and tools
To improve one's self in hopes
Of cultivating their own mind
Communicating with souls across the world
Although it is fun the way it is
But at the cost of some of my brain cells
I admit I used to laugh and use it
As entertainment instead of the television
I think that is all fine but still
I wonder at what costs do we pay
It seems with a great power as it
Many abuse it without limits
No thoughts of morals as they say
On the net it doesn't exist
When some of those people
Are done with their business
They use it to be evil
Causing so many different situations
In the end I am not so upset
When I treat it more
Midnight and TwilightPitch black all I seeMidnight and Twilight by *HanOneSail
Stuck inside of my mind
Unkind thoughts stalk upon the fine
Confine somewhere within
That I can see more than darkness
Confirm to myself that there is some good left
As the sun begins to come up
Fog starts to uplift
Clouded visions itching upon my cheeks
Flowing past myself until I realize
The time spent here pondering
Wondering if I deserve life
Kept me on the road
But only walking aimlessly
Someday I'll break free of these locks
Discover the key that will set me loose
Compel myself to move on from this
Pointless period of lost emotions
Commotions of all sorts rise
Walking outside the early morning
Finding who I am to me
Searching for who I wish to be
Relentless on undoing myself
Etched on this skin are scars of memories
Wrinkles on my brain are wears of misery
The moon stares down as it goes further back
I can still see it howling back
As I sigh in relief these drugs no longer
A part of my medication
All need be taken now is relaxation
Natural love from not of m
LifeLife is the start of a new beginningLife by *HanOneSail
Happiness is nutrition to enjoy life itself
Maturity is when the seed evolves in order to understand more from life
Age is related to maturity, when all is to see, what true state you are in, both body and soul
Sadness is the cause of grief, regret, hatred and depression
Accomplishment is the savior from sadness and beauty which refines all
Love is fragile, but yet strong, the cause of courage, motivation, hope, and the healing of a soul
Death is the end of the road, where memories are remembered, and where the reaper awaits to trial your sins
Bohemien GrooveSweet delicious rhapsodyBohemien Groove by *HanOneSail
I took my fork and knife
Enjoyed myself a cut of déjà vu
My heart was pressured before
A curry twisted chicken crepe
The memory of all the greatest bites
Specifically crepes were in mind
The grandness of my taste buds conquered
I never knew that such a dish would be in existence
A curry chicken twisted crepe
Aside from that the mood set in tune
Musing my blood pressure down
Such a pleasure upon
This crazy sensation of spices
Yet mixed with sweet tastes
That the yellow lighting around
Enchanted the atmosphere aloud
The extra espresso ordered
Came alive in my mouth as if it were tot
A pounding in my heart
That knocked my joys out of direction
Spiraling gracefully into many contractions
Waves flowing back and forth
Hot steam swaying underneath my nose
So tasty beyond recognition
All my senses alive
My eyes taste along the floor to the ceiling
My ears can smell the wonderful conversations
My mouth sees another treasured bite
The nose peaking only wants to touch
Collapse to RelapseI knew it was going to happenCollapse to Relapse by *HanOneSail
When the sand shifted to begin
Tragedy without suffice on route 66th
Flashing before my life or was it 55th
Memory frozen locks
Temporarily given shocks
Glass crashing out the terminal
Head spinning in the tunnel
Loss of control to be in flow
Time to grasp a heavy blow
To my heart it sank as we skit
Beats unnatural rolling unfit
Flying out of broken windows
Oh no were going down shallow
Upside down feeling so small
Release the belt falling on call
Gaze to my left see my father bleeding
Dust subsiding its all moaning
I knew it was going to happen
That's why I buckled his
Five minutes before this
Far to be without a reason
As i wonder how to give in
Wipe the bloody eyes
See the diesel pouring into mess
Cannot find a open hope of light
Cannot see a way out of what might
Be the end of happiness
Be the tender loneliness
Glad it wasn't true
As a helicopter flew
Over us like a angel far above
Came to save some people far below
Who went down stream
Later that day
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Aflame and InvisibleThere comes a time when you start thinking.Aflame and Invisible by *HanOneSail
This just isn't me waking up smiling.
Living the same days as if I was a short fuse.
Value for what I got left yet still stuck in self abuse.
Then you go about new thoughts wanting to change.
Believing there is more to life than being a twisted game.
For me I tend to ask myself how much longer will I keep covered.
The lies that I keep to find a truth in my soul that is severed.
If anything at least when I am sleeping.
I know that in those dreams I can choose.
I can know when and where I will be an everlasting flame.
In there it just feels so much like the days are never over.
Closing Your EyesWhispers echo in my earsClosing Your Eyes by *TheFinalHikari
Confirming every fear
The truth is here
Fate is too linear
Breath still held
Watch terror meld
These moments beheld
Promises are upheld
This cruelty is reality
The heartlessness is fate's ability
I'm haunted by fatality
Losing you was an eventuality
Regretting every mistake
Smiles that are fake
Hold me until I break
Because I'm still awake
So Many QuestionsSo many questions,So Many Questions by ~DarkSxKitten
the damn finally breaks.
All the questions flow free.
Where have you gone?
You said you would stay.
What happened this time
to take you away?
Did you mean all those things
that you said every night?
Why am I here
with tears blinding my sight?
Was our forever
something never meant to be?
Will you come running back
and say you still love me?
How do I trust you
when it seems that you lied?
Is it true that with time
I won't feel empty inside?
I sit with these questions
and so many more.
The biggest question yet:
What is love truly for?
Maybe I should know better.
By now I should have learned.
When you're loved by the fire
your heart will get burned.
I'll go on with my doubts now
as tears fill my eyes.
For the world I'll put on
my happy disguise.
Almost As Perfect As...We tied our promises toAlmost As Perfect As... by ~PastConfusion
Like ribbons so that we
And we lay in the grass
Calling the black ones Nevermore
And the white ones Odette.
Because if we could pretend we
Were in the same park
Then we could pretend anything.
And remember the fountain,
The bridge, the single tree
We'd sit beneath.
And remember the sea,
The house, the intellectual air
Which I never saw
But which you told me
So earnestly about.
Like a bracelet of silver
They are wind-chimes
When I breathe.
And the scent of
The New Generation Is SelfishIt’s hard to hide the truth from everyone elseThe New Generation Is Selfish by ~bodders1991
There’s not much to do but to point and laugh
That’s all that most of them really do
Taking pretty much everything for granted
Bet they wouldn’t survive a day out on the streets
Without some help from home
Tell you all that they don’t need some help
That they are fine on their own
Leave some food on their plates saying that it’s crap
They scream in anger about everything
That’s not gone their way
Dear god the new generation is so selfish it’s unreal
Go out every night looking for some fun with their friends
They get drunk hoping for someone good looking to fuck
Doing drugs because they want to feel the effects
Not giving a damn about what their parents think
For all they care they just need to have a good time
Even if they become underage parents in the meantime
Tell you all that they don’t need some help
That they are fine on their own
Leave some food on their plates saying that it
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