Every minute, waking and not. by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
Every minute, waking and not.
Every minute, waking and not, my mind races with nothing but thought,anxiety, and the need to see, everything witness, every truth, my heart so desperately looking for fallacies.
Every minute, waking and not,I seek explanation while so distraught, mind races back to the four year old me, not able to understand what he hears what he sees.
Every minute, waking and not, I feel my heart beat faster and throat get taught, my eye's start to tingle and I hold back the tears,for them I fear.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I question myself if I should continue or stop, or settle for comfort, a complacent rot.
Every minute, waking
A lighter clicks in the black of night,
Smoke fills the lungs,
To make it right,
but the smoke can't asphyxiate whats really there,
Only dull the senses,
So i can forget to care,
Forget everything that causes despair,
A lie,
A heartbreak,
emotions floating,
All these things leading to why i'm smoking,
but i'm not there yet,
till i'm trapped by the haze,
I feel alright,
Puff then pass,
to the left not the right,
I'll worry about tomorrow after i make it through tonight,
tomorrow gives me another day to see the sun,
even if now i have no desire to see another one.
I wish to enjoy at least one day,
one night to feel,
another n
Sweet Surrender,
How good it feels to drop my defense
to finally leave myself vulnerable to you and your loving caress
so hard it has been to let go and be out of that place,
Of guarding,of fear,always trying to escape
it took me too long to come to acceptance
that i deserve to be loved,
instead of forcing myself to first seek penance,
but none of that matters now because this feel true,
even if its not forever,
i couldn't ask for anything more than to love and be loved by you.
I am but an animal.
Man, meat and bone.
My markings,my skin.
My habitat.
Concrete Jungle.
My home.
I live to learn, i learn to grow
I consume, because i can.
I reap what i sow.
I think, therefore i am.
I choose how i want to be.
I am equal not more.
I am no better than she.
I am but an animal.
Man,meat and bone.
My Habitat.
Concrete jungle.
my home.
I can see every breath taken in front of my eyes.
A reminder, a reassurance that i am still alive.
As i sit here with a cold metal pen in my hand,
I feel calm,serene ready to write words unplanned.
It is quite, but i prefer it this way.
I already live in enough noise,it would ruin my literary ballet.
This space is practically empty and the light is dim.
Combined with the cold, this is the best environment to be in.
Most would find it depressing.
For me it is a blessing.
To create in an environment that has such subtle beauty.
I embrace it and allow it to translate through me.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Put down the sword a long time ago.
for love, sacrifice, blind loyalty.
To me, she was royalty.
I knew what i was missing before missing the miss.
That was the problem, that was the risk.
then she was gone, against my silent wish.
I did her right because i didn't do me.
Now i walk the night, tonight, every night.
Looking for love in lust or just a fight.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Protect me night, so i can keep on the path to find the one that's right.
Whether its the one that takes my heart or takes my life.
Either way, I've accepted f
A siren sits upon the rocks
Surrounded by life that live by no clocks
Singing her song for no one but the sky
I hear it, even though I dare not try
No matter what I do I hear that sweet melody
It makes my heart beat with every note which has fell upon me
It draws me in but I must resist
She makes me believe she could grant my fondest wish
Stories I've heard say otherwise
To be cradled in her arms is to forfeit life.....
Things are not as simple as they always seem
A dot, a spot, so easily it seems to just clean
If light only knew what it was truly shinning upon
the beginning, the end a not so welcomed dawn
and may that dawn bring the unexpected
an experience, a lesson that all things are connected
Every minute, waking and not. by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
Every minute, waking and not.
Every minute, waking and not, my mind races with nothing but thought,anxiety, and the need to see, everything witness, every truth, my heart so desperately looking for fallacies.
Every minute, waking and not,I seek explanation while so distraught, mind races back to the four year old me, not able to understand what he hears what he sees.
Every minute, waking and not, I feel my heart beat faster and throat get taught, my eye's start to tingle and I hold back the tears,for them I fear.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I question myself if I should continue or stop, or settle for comfort, a complacent rot.
Every minute, waking
A lighter clicks in the black of night,
Smoke fills the lungs,
To make it right,
but the smoke can't asphyxiate whats really there,
Only dull the senses,
So i can forget to care,
Forget everything that causes despair,
A lie,
A heartbreak,
emotions floating,
All these things leading to why i'm smoking,
but i'm not there yet,
till i'm trapped by the haze,
I feel alright,
Puff then pass,
to the left not the right,
I'll worry about tomorrow after i make it through tonight,
tomorrow gives me another day to see the sun,
even if now i have no desire to see another one.
I wish to enjoy at least one day,
one night to feel,
another n
Sweet Surrender,
How good it feels to drop my defense
to finally leave myself vulnerable to you and your loving caress
so hard it has been to let go and be out of that place,
Of guarding,of fear,always trying to escape
it took me too long to come to acceptance
that i deserve to be loved,
instead of forcing myself to first seek penance,
but none of that matters now because this feel true,
even if its not forever,
i couldn't ask for anything more than to love and be loved by you.
I am but an animal.
Man, meat and bone.
My markings,my skin.
My habitat.
Concrete Jungle.
My home.
I live to learn, i learn to grow
I consume, because i can.
I reap what i sow.
I think, therefore i am.
I choose how i want to be.
I am equal not more.
I am no better than she.
I am but an animal.
Man,meat and bone.
My Habitat.
Concrete jungle.
my home.
I can see every breath taken in front of my eyes.
A reminder, a reassurance that i am still alive.
As i sit here with a cold metal pen in my hand,
I feel calm,serene ready to write words unplanned.
It is quite, but i prefer it this way.
I already live in enough noise,it would ruin my literary ballet.
This space is practically empty and the light is dim.
Combined with the cold, this is the best environment to be in.
Most would find it depressing.
For me it is a blessing.
To create in an environment that has such subtle beauty.
I embrace it and allow it to translate through me.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Put down the sword a long time ago.
for love, sacrifice, blind loyalty.
To me, she was royalty.
I knew what i was missing before missing the miss.
That was the problem, that was the risk.
then she was gone, against my silent wish.
I did her right because i didn't do me.
Now i walk the night, tonight, every night.
Looking for love in lust or just a fight.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Protect me night, so i can keep on the path to find the one that's right.
Whether its the one that takes my heart or takes my life.
Either way, I've accepted f
A siren sits upon the rocks
Surrounded by life that live by no clocks
Singing her song for no one but the sky
I hear it, even though I dare not try
No matter what I do I hear that sweet melody
It makes my heart beat with every note which has fell upon me
It draws me in but I must resist
She makes me believe she could grant my fondest wish
Stories I've heard say otherwise
To be cradled in her arms is to forfeit life.....
Things are not as simple as they always seem
A dot, a spot, so easily it seems to just clean
If light only knew what it was truly shinning upon
the beginning, the end a not so welcomed dawn
and may that dawn bring the unexpected
an experience, a lesson that all things are connected
30 Day Art Challenge #30 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #30
Every word written is a part of me
Every though, every emotion is what it is to be
Embrace life
don't allow it to stab you in the heart like a knife
Embrace Love
There is no point in living if you cant give yourself that shove
Embrace Pain
Sometimes we need a little to remind us we are alive and that its not all in vain
Don't fear the future because it has to come yet
Don't hang on to the past because it is permanently set
Remember the biggest thing holding you back is you
Remember it is within your grasp to accomplish what you want to do
If you ever feel alone just know there are open arms out there waiting for your
Every minute, waking and not. by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
Every minute, waking and not.
Every minute, waking and not, my mind races with nothing but thought,anxiety, and the need to see, everything witness, every truth, my heart so desperately looking for fallacies.
Every minute, waking and not,I seek explanation while so distraught, mind races back to the four year old me, not able to understand what he hears what he sees.
Every minute, waking and not, I feel my heart beat faster and throat get taught, my eye's start to tingle and I hold back the tears,for them I fear.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I question myself if I should continue or stop, or settle for comfort, a complacent rot.
Every minute, waking
A lighter clicks in the black of night,
Smoke fills the lungs,
To make it right,
but the smoke can't asphyxiate whats really there,
Only dull the senses,
So i can forget to care,
Forget everything that causes despair,
A lie,
A heartbreak,
emotions floating,
All these things leading to why i'm smoking,
but i'm not there yet,
till i'm trapped by the haze,
I feel alright,
Puff then pass,
to the left not the right,
I'll worry about tomorrow after i make it through tonight,
tomorrow gives me another day to see the sun,
even if now i have no desire to see another one.
I wish to enjoy at least one day,
one night to feel,
another n
Sweet Surrender,
How good it feels to drop my defense
to finally leave myself vulnerable to you and your loving caress
so hard it has been to let go and be out of that place,
Of guarding,of fear,always trying to escape
it took me too long to come to acceptance
that i deserve to be loved,
instead of forcing myself to first seek penance,
but none of that matters now because this feel true,
even if its not forever,
i couldn't ask for anything more than to love and be loved by you.
I am but an animal.
Man, meat and bone.
My markings,my skin.
My habitat.
Concrete Jungle.
My home.
I live to learn, i learn to grow
I consume, because i can.
I reap what i sow.
I think, therefore i am.
I choose how i want to be.
I am equal not more.
I am no better than she.
I am but an animal.
Man,meat and bone.
My Habitat.
Concrete jungle.
my home.
I can see every breath taken in front of my eyes.
A reminder, a reassurance that i am still alive.
As i sit here with a cold metal pen in my hand,
I feel calm,serene ready to write words unplanned.
It is quite, but i prefer it this way.
I already live in enough noise,it would ruin my literary ballet.
This space is practically empty and the light is dim.
Combined with the cold, this is the best environment to be in.
Most would find it depressing.
For me it is a blessing.
To create in an environment that has such subtle beauty.
I embrace it and allow it to translate through me.
A siren sits upon the rocks
Surrounded by life that live by no clocks
Singing her song for no one but the sky
I hear it, even though I dare not try
No matter what I do I hear that sweet melody
It makes my heart beat with every note which has fell upon me
It draws me in but I must resist
She makes me believe she could grant my fondest wish
Stories I've heard say otherwise
To be cradled in her arms is to forfeit life.....
There is not much more I can ask than the love of a woman I do adore, no strings or awkward scenes, she loves, me for me, even all the horrible things, a woman I can call upon even when I'm having woman trouble or just down on a day that's times double, no more is ask than me be me, she loves me even with these broken wings, and I hope she(you) knows how much she is appreciated in this short time we became related, and I hope she knows I'll always be there for her even if I'm belated , her fire in her heart and her hair inspire me to do better as me and no one else because she wants no more from me than myself.
The bad and the good,
all I can give you,
me, real, raw, reckless, all of me.
I've never been the best only a beast,
a mess, a wreck, to say the least.
I'm done hiding intentions and playing games,
intentionally failing to mention how I feel the shame,
the pain, all the anxiety,
but none of it,all of it, will keep me hiding,
I know this may sound strange
what I keep finding, is someone so close to what I want but none are quite there,
they give excuses that are useless because their scared.
I know I'm a chance a shot in the dark, but all I need is one shot, to posses your heart.
Violent tendencies always neccesary when standing against those that didnt care.
Ruthless, reckless, violent and full of hate, it is what you had to be,
just like them, to survive,
if your were not all these things you would find yourself painted across the concrete,
that was a place no one wanted to be,
something ive seen one too many times.
something ive done one too many times.
We, I , were no better than them,
we treated them like they treated everyone else.
Monsters, mercenaries, men. i can only validate with this:
Violent Tendencies always neccesary when standing against those that didnt care.
i distract myself always with the thought of your smile, curled at the sides, it makes my chest hurt knowing that its not longer ment for me, and that i will no longer smile for you. here ends the day when we laughed and joked, so silly, yet real. all the times we layed together in bed, doing nothing but breathing, holding each other pretending,beleiving, this would never end. yet it did, literally over night. Lovers one day and the next strangers. i spent the past few months pretending, beleiving we could be friends, but the truth is it ends just as quick as it began. im done lying to myelf, sitting in denial, writing poems about you, what w
30 Day Art Challenge #30 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #30
Every word written is a part of me
Every though, every emotion is what it is to be
Embrace life
don't allow it to stab you in the heart like a knife
Embrace Love
There is no point in living if you cant give yourself that shove
Embrace Pain
Sometimes we need a little to remind us we are alive and that its not all in vain
Don't fear the future because it has to come yet
Don't hang on to the past because it is permanently set
Remember the biggest thing holding you back is you
Remember it is within your grasp to accomplish what you want to do
If you ever feel alone just know there are open arms out there waiting for your
30 Day Art Challenge #28 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #28
arches and antiques
a tapestry that hangs like a poster on a child's bedroom wall
fake candles
finished walls
Marble on the floor and on the counters to guide with elegance
under any other circumstance i would be amazed
i once was
but now this is the day to day where i spend my time
my job ,my work....the lobby....how divine.
30 Day Art Challenge #27 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #27
Her body sways back and forth
Back and forth
Before her, a temple coated in snow
a stranger offers her freedom, but instantly she must go
and before her stands her first obstacle
three demons each wielding her end
one fall
two fall
the third, all lay in the snow
her journey begins
but what it is she has yet to know.
30 Day Art Challenge #26 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #26
confectionery covered in compound chocolate,
orange center flavored with that similar to a peanut
yet its taste is sweeter
the smell that lingers so sweetly
the taste that holds tightly to your tongue and taste buds
the taste that can be shared with a kiss
how simple a piece of candy can be
yet how complex the emotion it brings
the memories that follow
and how it sticks to the teeth
so annoyingly you must pick it out
but even the best things in life don't come without consequence
candy is no exception to this.
30 Day Art Challenge #25 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #25
O beauty
May your feather cloak dry from your tears of longing
May you pluck the fallen from the fields of war
May they dine in your presence and obtain glory under your roof
May you find the love you search for
May he be willing to fall into your arms
O beauty....
O beauty....
O beauty....
30 Day Art Challenge #24 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #24
Red, White, and Blue banner wave
stars shinning, bending, breathing
Held high above us all
a reminder of what our past was
a glimpse of what our future could be
a picture that is worth more than a thousands words
a belief
a cause
a reason
Red, White, and Blue banner wave
stars shinning, bending, breathing
Held high above us all
30 Day Art Challenge #23 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #23
Love
Love is
Love is
Love is what its like the first time you get that smile of joy on your face
Love is the short breaths and your heart beating heavy in your chest
Love is that feeling you get right before you shed a tear in a joyous moment
Love is knowing what its like to be heartbroken
Love is that sinking feeling right before you shed a tear when your heart is broke
Love is the slow heartbeat in your chest when you have accepted its done
Love is that feeling of finding love again after you have given up hope
Love is knowing that no matter what everything will be fine
Love is
Love is
Love
30 Day Art Challenge #22 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #22
Winter is near
feel the cold
it's so bold
Winter has begun
embrace the chill
it gets colder still
Winter is here
the temperature rises
flowery surprises
Winter is gone
Been working on writing more fiction by writing whatever pops in my head. Trying to make some kind of story line, but really I am not sure how it will work out.
Good thing I do not call myself a writer otherwise my work would be embarrassing.
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I always find myself writing less and less when i become super busy. I think for me, my art, comes from a purely emotional place. I tend to write more and better when i am in a deep emotional state. Primarily depression. I have yet to figure out why that is. Maybe it is my psyche tell me i need to vent our let it out in a healthy and creative way. Maybe i am able to focus more on writing when i would prefer to not be in tune with the world around me. It is an interesting thing i have yet to think about until now. i would like to say that i dislike it or that i need to fix it, but why? I kinda enjoy being able to create beautiful things when i
I posted my first piece of flash fiction. I'm not sure if i'm going to make a habit out of writing things like that since i make a shitty writer. Check it out, leave comments, let me know whats up.
I appreciate the ; and judging by the comments beneath mine, I'm not alone. It looks like you're getting re-involved in the community after some time away; is that in fact the case?