Articles/Opinions/Essays

  • Suicidal Ape

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Tue, 2010-05-25 05:24

         It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only what this word implies. We witness and contribute to our very own tragedy just because we believe. We believe that this is right and that is wrong. We believe that we have the right while the other one doesn't. We just believe, illogically.

    As Isabel Peterson wrote in The God of the Machine that Most of the harm in the world is done by good people, and not by accident, lapse, or omission. It is the result of their deliberate actions, long persevered in, which they hold to be motivated by high ideals toward virtuous ends...

Poetry

>><< Reflection of a Dream >><<

Submitted by Night Shadow on Wed, 2010-06-16 13:48

Out of the darkness of my dream,
The flash of a light beam,
You appeared before my eyes.
That was a sign in my life,
To know that I will be alright.
All my pleads and my cries,
Were answered by the sparkle in your eyes.
Among the tears I have shed,
The layers of pain my heart has bled,
I shall carry on.

input/output

Submitted by ferdydurke on Mon, 2010-06-07 10:36

saying this
by writing it
means that I'm silent
when I speak to you

there is no sound
because of the technology
because of the distance
but the sound could be a song,
without a voice
because of the instrument
because of the lack of a voice.

i'm letting you know
that all is well,
but not as it should be,
but as it is.

Prose

  • A town close to nowhere

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-06-17 04:29

    A town close to nowhere. From above everything seems close to nowhere. The steps, the dreams and hopes, the bus station or the bus itself seem to take us nowhere. The Globe itself seems to spin with a ferocious redundancy in a vicious cycle.

    *

             I know that I diminished considerably my chances to get your phone number, my beautiful stranger and drink companion, but maybe another drink would keep you glued to the stool as I slowly slip into an amorphous presence. I wish you were married, ugly, fat and a little bit more disgusting than I could ever describe so I could punish my impertinentcies by inviting you to a motel and kissing that repulsiveness over and over; and I would do that as a great lover, greater than Romeo and with more passion and loyalty than Don Juan was ever able to show; I’m very aware that the general concept about Don Juan is everything but loyalty. If our ephemeral encounter will permit, I shall develop further the Don Juan social hysteria. Anyway, once in a while I get masochistic and I tend to reprimand my antisocial behaviors with disgusting images; for balance’s sake.

Blogs

  • I spread my wings and the horizon grows (my thoughts)

    Submitted by Night Shadow on Fri, 2010-05-14 15:44

    I step out of my shell further.  As time passes , sometimes fleeting glimpses and sometimes so slowly,  but I know I am still moving.  Obstacles laid before me, ever towering, ever growing.  Just waiting for me to crumble.   Waiting for  that plunge into the abyss in which light shall not escape as if I myself were being swept into a black hole.  So far I have fallen, But now..... Now I began to rise.  I ascend slowly , yet surely .   A breath of fresh air.   Something inside me has deeply awakened.  I feel it now.  It gives me lift.  When once I saw blackness , now light congeals rays of color seeming so solid, I can reach out and touch them.  And I know now, this is it .... My LIFE,  My voice,  too long had I let it become silenced , but I have allowed my mind to wander and what I am finding is that there are no limitations except those which I hinder unto myself.   I have come to realize I have wings, not in the sense of actual wings, no something more grand then that.  And yes there are things more grand.