We're teaching our kids lessons,
that they would learn anyways
Why not teach them knowledge,
that they may never find out
The aspects of life that we examined,
stumbled upon in the moment
A lit firefly in the aphotic night,
that may never come across again
To teach them how to think,
instead of what to memorize
A robotic soul caught in the headlights,
programed to see what the world wants
Philosophies that goes beyond childhood,
that matures us into adults
An old book of a heart's fantasy,
Growing wiser with time
That they can control who they are,
and not loose all they have gained
A train derailed on the tracks,
steaming and puffing down to oblivion
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
Jul 29, 2009
0 Dynamism of power
Preoccupied with power as a whole
instead of the power within yourself
The virtue to change your own world
to define who you are
For what strength does a whole give,
if one is shattered inside?
What weight does one add,
to rely on the measure of another?
Must you resolve your weakness,
without understanding it's nature?
For what does delusions add,
to the substance of a man?
That a man can not devour,
the insanity of the world
instead of the power within yourself
The virtue to change your own world
to define who you are
For what strength does a whole give,
if one is shattered inside?
What weight does one add,
to rely on the measure of another?
Must you resolve your weakness,
without understanding it's nature?
For what does delusions add,
to the substance of a man?
That a man can not devour,
the insanity of the world
Jul 28, 2009
0 A world of memories and dreams poem
Thinking between the shutters of thoughts
into the aphotic abyss of the soul
Deep within the catacombs
Grows a world of memories and dreams
into the aphotic abyss of the soul
Deep within the catacombs
Grows a world of memories and dreams
Jul 25, 2009
0 Dying inside change poem
Our dying adolescence
looking for answers
To revive our souls into adulthood
When the days transform into years
small ripples change into whirlpools
To resolve our inconsistencies
Yet some can't merge the two reality's
our childhood with our adulthood
and become lost in life
They become lost to spiritual treasures
settling for silence than absolution
That would keep their world turning
Learning from inadequacy
from others instead of from within
Dictated by everyone's cascading decisions
looking for answers
To revive our souls into adulthood
When the days transform into years
small ripples change into whirlpools
To resolve our inconsistencies
Yet some can't merge the two reality's
our childhood with our adulthood
and become lost in life
They become lost to spiritual treasures
settling for silence than absolution
That would keep their world turning
Learning from inadequacy
from others instead of from within
Dictated by everyone's cascading decisions
Jul 24, 2009
0 Two haiku's about our perceptions in life
We believe ourselves
to be correct with our thoughts
Then: new perceptions
Our beliefs makes us
who we are but there's always
improvements and change
to be correct with our thoughts
Then: new perceptions
Our beliefs makes us
who we are but there's always
improvements and change
0 Two haiku's about our life's journeys
Looking to others
For your journey's path in life
yet you tread alone
We all want to be
apart of one path when we
all have our own fate
For your journey's path in life
yet you tread alone
We all want to be
apart of one path when we
all have our own fate
Jul 20, 2009
0 Lyrical Love poem song
There is this person I know
And her name is written in my soul
Soul-mates quantified by the love that resides inside
Separate strings entangled on fate's thread
She is the heart-beats that I share
and through the music of darkness, I'll be there
Heart strings quantified by the hands of a clock
Emotional gears causing my eyes to knock
Knock on the doors of dreams, the doors of life
and open up our reality like a flower in bloom
When we are apart from one another
our voices are soliloquies and lyrics
To the representations of each-other that abide
an essence of two hearts which collide
That is neither there nor here
But a bridge across two lives
(repeat whole song backwards)
And her name is written in my soul
Soul-mates quantified by the love that resides inside
Separate strings entangled on fate's thread
She is the heart-beats that I share
and through the music of darkness, I'll be there
Heart strings quantified by the hands of a clock
Emotional gears causing my eyes to knock
Knock on the doors of dreams, the doors of life
and open up our reality like a flower in bloom
When we are apart from one another
our voices are soliloquies and lyrics
To the representations of each-other that abide
an essence of two hearts which collide
That is neither there nor here
But a bridge across two lives
(repeat whole song backwards)
Jul 18, 2009
Jul 13, 2009
Jul 11, 2009
0 Is it over or still coursing through me?? by Ariabelle Sierra
| fallen angels always hanging around your shoulders whispering for you to go back to the addicting drug you loved soo much teasing you with empty lies always sugar coating them for you to get that little trip you loved so much the high that made all your hellish world gone for a few minutes and then washed back down to reality and the cycle turns right back to this ugly little rut you put yoruself in You tried stopping the addiction but the withdrawls are so rough that your body shakes and writhers for that taste of seduction coursing through your veins once again... while your brain is wanting you to stop this ugly little habit you made into this addiction why cant you stop this when you started it so little in the beginning you wonder what you have become and feel that your dead inside and this feeling of highness gives you a soul back inside your numbed body that you crave to have a long time ago before you started this habit will this addiction ever stop?? or will it consume your body to the point that you couldnt handle the cravings and started using more and more and this is what ya get.... being in the grave for using so much that you forget who you was..and became this person who just need a quick fix that you couldnt handle and felt that your body couldnt take anymore abused you were doing to it that it writhered on the ground and now we see you in the grave for you couldnt stop the little addiction you had started on your own in the first place. inspired by its all over by three days grace |
0 What happened to this girl by Ariabelle Sierra
| Does anyone care that your alive or dead? thats the question that courses through your mind when your feeling alone that no one knows your here Will you ever cope with what happened to you as a kid? will those thoughts every go away that stay in the back of your head or will they always keep resurfing to hurt you again and again in the future when you think your better from what people did? or will you supress those memories once again..so you dont have to deal with them??? No one cares where your at no one cares what your dealing with you have to fight the arguing that goes on inside your head you have to deal with people talking about you saying that your not who you are and that your just another little light that is loosing its beacon and moving more into the dark side so you can somehow get rid of these thoughts so you dont have to deal with them anymore dont have to deal with anything just have a normal life or somewhat a life that you try to have but those inner demons hold you down with your own dark memories as your chains that bind you to the ugly dugeon that you made for yourself the ugly scars cutting deep into your creamy flesh to show whatl eaks in the inside the crimson twisted with sulfur acid both burning so bright and so hard that it snaps the bones in half freeing you to start something new with yourself to recover from the ugly wounds that you made on yourself and what others did as well you start descending more into the abyss as the cuts grow more and more on your body that theres nothing to do but stay in this little dark room you made as your life now Those little demons in your head telling you to create new scars to create more harm to your body that its hard to hear what your thinking in your own head trying so hard no to listen to what these little ugly beasts are saying too you but where did you loose yourself? where did you go? where did your other side go where did your light go that made you want to get up and start a new life? where did it all go what happened to this person you knew so well why did you become something so ugly that you dont recongize it yourself will you ever figure out what happened to the other side of yourself or will that always be gone like the other memories went too..... just in a box locked up somewhere deep inside your soul?? that even you cant get to it when you are feeling so lost so down that you cant open this box thats suppose to have some wonderful memories and your heart in it why did you loose something so precious that it will never be in your grasp ever again what happened to that person to the one knowing how to be happy how to live life how to push the voices out and to live a somewhat decent life but these questions keep popping up each time..when something triggers it How will you cope with people hurting you with people taking away your innocence and not caring what happened to you didnt care you had a opinion or a voice for that matter only wanting what they wanted and thats just lust not a girl who had a heart who had a mind.. NO they wanted just my body just wanting to satisify themselves never caring how i will feel years later.. seeing what they did to this body that once belonged to a happy girl they screwed it up... screwed her mind up making her think that shes a disgrace that no one wants her that no one care who she is or what she has to say... when will her voice be heard??? will it be today or will it be never???? is anyone going to help her out of this drowning pool or people going to watch again and just silently look away when she dies in her own world.. for not speaking up till now Sigh inspired by apocalyptica featuring adam gontier called i dont care |
0 The Definitive Guide: To how to write a poem worth reading
How to write a poem:
In the following post, I will try to list the criteria of a well-written poem.
1.Relate-able: The poem should be-able to be relate-able to your audience.
By this, I mean that your poem should spark an interest inside of them that they can identify with and think about, weather it be emotion, theme, or meaning.
2.Consistent and precise: The poem should follow a general writing style.
By this, it shouldn't stray from the point you are trying to achieve. The language should be precise in that the meaning can be deduced by the reader in an intelligent manner. The poem shouldn't rely on needed information that the author forgot to tell or left out. The flow of the poem should be lucid and smoothly transfer from verse to verse, stanza to stanza.
3.Original and unique: The poem should be original and unique.
By this, the writer should utilize their unique perceptions and identity to convey their message. The message itself should get the reader thinking in a new way. The meaning of the poem doesn't have to be original, per-say, just the perception you are trying to convey. The poem should fully explore the purpose of the poem. Although this is a double edge sword, don't be too metaphoric for the poems own good. Don't let your poem substitute wordiness for meaning. Don't let the poem be too unique and original that no one will get it.
4.Use poetic language: The poem should covey its message in poetic terms.
Use of imagery, metaphors, similes, poetic forms: haiku, sonnet, free verse, narrative, ect...
5.Show don't tell: Covey the goal in terms that the reader must deduce what is going on.
By this, I mean that instead of being straight to the point, allow the message to be taught through meaning instead of name. Don't name what is going on outright, show the meaning through actions, imagery, emotion, and so fourth.
Although this blog tries to identify key points of what makes a poem worth reading. It's up to the writer to express himself in an artistic manner. To be unconventional and progress our understanding of ourselves and life.
In the following post, I will try to list the criteria of a well-written poem.
1.Relate-able: The poem should be-able to be relate-able to your audience.
By this, I mean that your poem should spark an interest inside of them that they can identify with and think about, weather it be emotion, theme, or meaning.
2.Consistent and precise: The poem should follow a general writing style.
By this, it shouldn't stray from the point you are trying to achieve. The language should be precise in that the meaning can be deduced by the reader in an intelligent manner. The poem shouldn't rely on needed information that the author forgot to tell or left out. The flow of the poem should be lucid and smoothly transfer from verse to verse, stanza to stanza.
3.Original and unique: The poem should be original and unique.
By this, the writer should utilize their unique perceptions and identity to convey their message. The message itself should get the reader thinking in a new way. The meaning of the poem doesn't have to be original, per-say, just the perception you are trying to convey. The poem should fully explore the purpose of the poem. Although this is a double edge sword, don't be too metaphoric for the poems own good. Don't let your poem substitute wordiness for meaning. Don't let the poem be too unique and original that no one will get it.
4.Use poetic language: The poem should covey its message in poetic terms.
Use of imagery, metaphors, similes, poetic forms: haiku, sonnet, free verse, narrative, ect...
5.Show don't tell: Covey the goal in terms that the reader must deduce what is going on.
By this, I mean that instead of being straight to the point, allow the message to be taught through meaning instead of name. Don't name what is going on outright, show the meaning through actions, imagery, emotion, and so fourth.
Although this blog tries to identify key points of what makes a poem worth reading. It's up to the writer to express himself in an artistic manner. To be unconventional and progress our understanding of ourselves and life.
Jul 9, 2009
0 The Grim Repaer Comes: Senryu
The grim reaper comes
bearing gifts of an afterlife
we are too good for
bearing gifts of an afterlife
we are too good for
0 Each and every drop of blood: Senryu poem
I loved with my heart
each and every drop of blood
until I ran out
each and every drop of blood
until I ran out
0 A Single Life...: Free Verse
Waking nightmares
singing lullaby's
inside of my head
A demented, Gothic opera
Broadway renditions
propagates death
Quantum variations of sadness
Spotlight from starlight upon the stage
Opening for the tango of his soliloquy
Fragmented perceptions
Heart-beats like violin strings
To the tragic vocals of...
A single life
singing lullaby's
inside of my head
A demented, Gothic opera
Broadway renditions
propagates death
Quantum variations of sadness
Spotlight from starlight upon the stage
Opening for the tango of his soliloquy
Fragmented perceptions
Heart-beats like violin strings
To the tragic vocals of...
A single life
0 Daydreams
My daydreams have a mind of their own
A life of their own
And I'm just another character
From another world
Trying to find my home
And I switch between
Nightmares and sweets
Just like night and day
And you may wonder why my heart beats
It's just its way
And even though this world adheres
To some degree of my design
You may find it weird
That it's hard to find a place to define
As mine
A life of their own
And I'm just another character
From another world
Trying to find my home
And I switch between
Nightmares and sweets
Just like night and day
And you may wonder why my heart beats
It's just its way
And even though this world adheres
To some degree of my design
You may find it weird
That it's hard to find a place to define
As mine
Jul 7, 2009
0 Depressed World
How it must feel to be homeless, all alone on the streets of this world
I ponder this quite often, wondering where I would go if I had no where else to go
Dropping through the cracks of our society into the dark subtext of this world’s heart
How would I ever crawl out of such a grimy, jagged crevice back into what I would call life
Protecting myself from the blackened hearts of our populous
Where would I get hope from when the truth is so horrible and lies seems so beautiful
Would I steal for food when I’m starving for strength
Would I kill for security, just to be safe and not for another night weep
I wish not to think about how dark the darkness would grow that’s already inside of me
And through my thoughts I find that this world doesn’t resemble me
Doesn’t value the same moral fiber as I do, doesn’t share the same deduction as I do
And I search for why I am here, why I can’t seem to survive in this alien world
“God why am I even alive in a world that I’m so different from that I can’t survive”
I ponder this quite often, wondering where I would go if I had no where else to go
Dropping through the cracks of our society into the dark subtext of this world’s heart
How would I ever crawl out of such a grimy, jagged crevice back into what I would call life
Protecting myself from the blackened hearts of our populous
Where would I get hope from when the truth is so horrible and lies seems so beautiful
Would I steal for food when I’m starving for strength
Would I kill for security, just to be safe and not for another night weep
I wish not to think about how dark the darkness would grow that’s already inside of me
And through my thoughts I find that this world doesn’t resemble me
Doesn’t value the same moral fiber as I do, doesn’t share the same deduction as I do
And I search for why I am here, why I can’t seem to survive in this alien world
“God why am I even alive in a world that I’m so different from that I can’t survive”
Jul 4, 2009
0 Death Stealer by Ariabelle Sierra
riding away with death on a dark and enchanting horse Hair gleaming in the milky moonlight your face shadows all your fears wondering why your letting death take you away from your security place What made you change your mind? what made you want death instead of life? DId you think being the princess of death would change everything for you? Or did you think you would have some exciting fun instead of a boring old safety net? you hunger for death that you dilluted yourself thinking that youll be dancing at masquerade balls that this is your chance to be a princess and get whatever you want within your little grubby grasp while hes wisking you away on a dark magnificant beast drifting away from the place you knew and replacing it with his allure of magic Showing you bedazzling lies that he says will be yours when you enter the underworld while in his mind hes laughing horriblely knowing that he has captured a butterfly in a web one that cant be free from the fate they put themselves in wondering if this nightmare will ever go away or if this is true he will torture their souls forever |
Jul 3, 2009
0 On Another Earth
On Another Earth
Time-travelers obsolete
On another earth
Jul 2, 2009
0 The Closet Stairway
In the darkness I sit alone upon my bed staring into the closet
Where shadows are chanting in ritual with words I can not hear
And the fabric of reality started to assemble a staircase of petrified wood
I walked over in wonder to ponder what was down it's seemingly infinite steps
Peering down the deep abyss with orange glowing walls of rock
And I decided to venture down into the cavern I found myself within
Strange creatures climbed up the rock faces
They hung like bats from the stalactites
Usual sounds beat through the air like music
And I was compelled to go further down into it's depth
Towards the end, I saw a young beautiful woman entering a chasm of hallways and rooms
Like a dollhouse, stretching infinitely up and down the rock face
I could see into each lit room and hallway all of the residents that lived there
And I was amazed in wonder of at my upcoming adventure through this unknown world
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