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I am not the sum of my parts.
I am not just limbs, glued together,
with basic motor skills and the ability
to differentiate right from wrong.

I am not just a kid, or a boy, or a man,
or a New Yorker, or a thug, or a poet,
or a consumer, or a statistic,
or an artist, or a worker, or a jock,
or a writer. Nor am I Fotis.

I am whichever way my heart wishes to beat.
I am whichever way my mind wishes to think,
I am however my eyes choose to see and
my hair decides to fall on any given day;
I am the actions I take out of pure anger, rage,
love, or passion and the doubts I have when
I have finally been calmed down.
I am a microcosm of the beauty that surrounds me,
the epitomized entity of all that is good in the world.
Or, better yet, chooses to be good.
Evil is in my blood, which is why I bleed.

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You cannot itemize my existence.
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I am, not We Are.
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It was my Office.

Until I took it upon myself

To raise the armrests on Either side of my seat toMake it a throne. And now

It is my

Kingdom.
iwanto SCREEEAAAAAM athetopofmylungsbut I know that God doesn't want to hear that...HA!!God...What a joke. (please don't smite me)I mean, aren't contradictions the basis of our lives? We... we speak about peace, yet we try to achieve it through forceful means. We speak about saving the environment and all that shit when in reality our very existence is denting the cause. The fact of the matter is we shouldn't exist; we have overstayed our welcome OVERSTAYED OUR WELCOME and have somehow found a way to destroy everything in our paths...
by The New-Age T... ago
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I fell in love, once.With a broken heart…It had fallen through the cracks Of my stone-faced façade,And managed to find The bloody, fleshy companionShe had chased for so long.And when her heart touched mine,I died.For my heart, fleshy and red,Gave his life to the cold,Shriveled,Broken,Still, Hard heart that captured My attention.And so my heart grew cold,As I gave everything to makeHer heart new.I loved ever crack it had.I loved every break in its perfection.I longed to mend that broken heart,So as to make it mine forever.And now…Now...
by The New-Age T... ago
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I heard her say...and I swallowed my heart.My mouth was dry, so the delicate skinsgrafted against each other.It still had a beat to it, dull though it was,as it trekked through my trachea;it was a tight fit...And it hurt, and it burned.And then, when it finally fell into my stomach,my tiny stomach, ruined from heartbreak,it broke.The dangerously acidic acid of my bowels,devoured my heart.And it stopped beating, as it was torninto infinitesimally tiny pieces.And all these little pieces morbidly converged,on the despairing, disparaging...
Dear God, it's me, the one you lost,the boy one step behind.Dear God, it's me, freezing in frost,for it seems you have lost my mind. Dear God, I can hear, all of them,as they scream for remorse;Dear God, these voices in my head,and you alone know their discourse.Dear God, I beg you, help me bleed,from the brain instead of heart,Dear God, I would rather take your heedas a whole than as a part.Dear God, Dear God, Oh God, my Lord,what am I to do,Dear God, Dear God, Oh God, my Lord,when I cannot find you?I was told that you have been...
by The New-Age T... ago
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I love the smell of your hair.I love the passion with which you call my name.I love your eyes, whether they areLoving, or questioning, or patient.I love the way the wind molds to your form,and the Sun glows all around you.I love the way that God understood exactly what I wantedand found you, the perfect specimen,to stand by my side.

I love the way that our souls play,

like sparks, speeding, crashing into each other,giggling all the while, all when we lookinto each other’s eyes.I love the way that you can make me smile at inanimate...
by The New-Age T... ago
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Dear Love,

I hate you.

I have signed my resignationfrom your voluptuous ways. You have influenced me past repair.You have taken the expansive horizonthat is characterized by my thoughts,and crudely focused it on one ray of light.You meant this ray of light to bemy ray of hope;instead, it is the reason for all of my indemnities.You have destroyed a productive and potentially valuablepawn to a flawed society.You have destroyed my dreams.Thus, in me you have createda vendetta for my corpse,that now lays bloodied in your devious hands.
by The New-Age T... ago
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got this idea after reading "I Had a Heart Once" by Metaphorest. original idea, just inspired by the monologue. enjoy.

Scene opens with Frank, younger man with eyes that tell us that he has seen more than he should have in his time. He sits on a solitary chair in the center of a room with few furniture arrangements. His hair falls in his face as he speaks, so he is constantly brushing it back. His glasses are always sliding off of his nose, so he is constantly pushing them back. In his hand he holds a clock. He is speaking to himself....

by The New-Age T... ago
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He sits alone, his distant frame nothing but a shadow sinking away into the blackness.The only movement is that of his chest.Up. Down. Up. Down.Long, spread out breaths that seem to relax his slumbering soul.His outline seems shaggy, and the moon that illuminates him makes his stature seem all the more vivid.His outline is tall and narrow. He raises one of his thin arms out towards the sky,Out towards dreams.He pushes his head back against the willow tree, arching his back as he attempts to have a look at the lingering, luminescent...
by The New-Age T... ago
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I fell asleep last night,

and when I awoke, I was dead.

My eyes opened, and all I could see

was an infinite darkness.

I could hear the devilish silence

calling my name from a distance,

and I wept; was I a bad soul?

My heart was still beating,

my chest was still rising

and falling

with every breath,

but I was dead.

Like the rest of the world,

I had no voice.

There were no thoughts in my mind,

only worries.

I was dead.

But then I woke up, and saw the Sun,

and I wanted to draw him.

I wanted to write a story about him.

And I smiled, for I was alive after...

by The New-Age T... ago
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