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At 11:08am on October 6, 2008, Max Parthas said…: Peace, blessings and welcome to the NWO social network!

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writer, supporter, fan, art lover

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Indiefeed poetry podcast

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I Write!
I write for love
The one to be found within myself,
I write quickly.
I write to capture that moving demon
Within my body.
I write,
To trap it into my lines,
Grab it with my hungry claws
And let it rest there for eternity,
Let it rest and remind me,
As a living memory
Of how life is
How it is meant to be.

I keep that daemon locked
Captured in the past
Living in the present
To remind
To bite me with its bloody teeth,
Harm my flesh
To feast of my being, now and always.

Then sometimes, I let it be
When I go back to reading my own poetry
That’s what this memory is meant to represent
A living demon captured in a page
A better stage
Than my soul, my body.

Am I a poet?
I don’t know, isn’t everyone
That has ever tried to find light
In creating lines?

I am me
I look back to the mirror
And all I see is glowing eyes
A fire
A clenched jaw and eyebrows falling sharp
Creating the hard lines on a forehead
On which a vein is pulsing hard
Anger and passion, is it not?
Maybe they signify
The battle for this life
Where in my misery I try
To compete with this beast
Standing against me
A beast
That no one has ever managed to defeat
A beast
That shows its brutality
Through the flames which melt the wax
Dripping it on the soft wings of a butterfly
That used to fly freely, carelessly
Its brutality that feels
Like salt on an open wound
That takes the life from
A little child
That never got the chance
To make the first step on its own little feet
Without anybody’s help.
This beast called destiny.

Yes, cruelty its middle name
And it is what I recognize
When I try to find rest
In this imaginary nest
Which I so skillfully try to construct
By bending my body until it breaks
And leaves the feeling of defeat
Within me.
That is why there’s this need to write
To speak
To remind my mind of it!
That is how I manage to get by
And learn that there’s no life
If even for a moment I try
To lie to myself.

And, although I sometimes try to hide
Pretend, or even descend
A level from the truth
I write
And extend a hand to myself
I find the love I can never get
And in that one instance
I feel no regret
For being here
Being present and alive!

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An Assault

Ever since pride week there has been 8 assaults on our campus, most of them are officially considered as hate crimes since yesterday on members of the queer community at WSU. This is my response to the "haters."

An Assault

I assaulted a person today
My fists punching that bag of filthy life
Crushing his boney contours
Knuckles bruising his dirty face

His once graceful self
Was kissing the dirt on the floor
Breathing in the dust
Hugging the earth
Holding to it
Like He once held his mother
The… Continue

Posted on October 24, 2008 at 12:43am —

Beauty

Ani says:
“The deeper your sadness
the deeper the beauty.”
You’re beautiful my love
And look how beautiful I am tonight.
A river of silence cuts a valley
Dividing us as two mountains
I watch you from this side
And I realize
You can’t be reached

Is it nature that created us this way?
Is it nature that creates our feelings?
Molds our desires?
Pillars of time
But time is not on my side
I reached the peak
And you were barely half way
my forests grow old in silence
To testify that this life
Is fille… Continue

Posted on September 23, 2008 at 2:54am —

Ladder

Pages of blood
I speak
I cough
I choke
For what?

Lines like veins
I cut to say
Life…
Life…
I stop.

What can I say about life?
Be optimistic?
Pessimistic?
Realistic?
Fuck!

Where do I start?
I’m stuck
Trapped between
The days I lived for steam
And a red brick wall
I find a door
Bang on it with my fists
But no one opens up
I’m stuck…

I could walk away
Step by step
Walk back
But, who’s ever caught up with the past?
So I stay
I pray that maybe if I keep pacing by this wall
Maybe, one day
The door… Continue

Posted on September 11, 2008 at 2:36am —

I Lived

It wasn’t the death I feared
It was the possibility
That I might survive
The crash happened
Burning in flames
The plane fell down
Hitting solid ground

I lived
And what now
What now?

Every night
I lick my bruises
Hoping they would heal
Every night
The devil comes around
A salt shaker in his hand
“For your bruises”
He says
And awakes
The flames
The burning pain

The whole world hears a sound
An echo traveling through space
An eternal wave
Traveling with no end
It is the melody that
My pain creat… Continue

Posted on September 2, 2008 at 10:49am —

Falling

I’m falling
An empire crushing down
Boulders rolling
Covering life
Walls cracking with a cry
The dream once so dear
Still so close to my heart
Is the death that calls tonight

My wailing voice rings
A thunder of shuttered screams
Calling for God
Save me
Save me from my own hand
Save me
For I can’t save myself

I’m screaming
Leave me alone!
To whom? – I don’t know.
Maybe the mirror image of myself
Waiting quietly as regret
Hidden in the consciousness
Of the beholder
Cruelly to take over

Don’t to… Continue

Posted on September 1, 2008 at 12:41am —

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