Monday, 6th September 2010

Changing

Posted on 07. Apr, 2010 by Luke Niforatos in Arts and Such, Poetry/Lit.

The sheer finality of it all,
Creates the most essential beginning.
When I thought I’d never find warmth again,
When our bodies became used to cocoon-like wraps,
And the earth seemed to be giving its last gasps…
A simple ray shone through the mist,
Slicing through the snow as though it were scissors through paper.
Then another, larger ray-
And the freezing, dangerous [...]

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Recollections of Death

Posted on 16. Feb, 2010 by Blythe Pollard in Arts and Such, Poetry/Lit.

Here is Hell. A game of hunter,
through which grows an echo
as if the walls are closing in,
pushing breath closer to itself.
A chase, in which muscles freeze
and a wolf is perpetually jumping
toward open eyes, jaws stretched,
sharp canines dripping.
Into open pours seeps
Tranquilized pastels, narcotic
sedative. Then synthetic gloss,
a nauseating sparkle on the world.
Shine is all there ever was.
Color [...]

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The Greatest Weapon

Posted on 31. Jan, 2010 by Luke Niforatos in Arts and Such, Poetry/Lit.

The Greatest Weapon

You hear about the power of the pen,
How it can change the minds of men-
Creating change, revolution, social uprisings,
And when it’s all over, each word still sings.
But what of the tongue?
How about the voice of man?
The very tremors of our tongues,
Can cause hearts to skip beats, even unite the minds of all.
Infuse the fire of [...]

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A Fleeting Wish

Posted on 22. Jan, 2010 by Luke Niforatos in Poetry/Lit.

A Fleeting Wish

It is my desire to gaze at the stars, just once.
Whether by lying in a bed made of powdery snow,
Or running my hands over tickling, gentle blades of grass.
Have you ever truly, actually seen the stars?
In all their pure, unadulterated beauty?
Or searched the Milky Way for life’s meaning?
Have you sought to quench your thirst
From the [...]

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