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love and nothing

by on Jan.28, 2013, under Poetry

love based on nothing
is the purest love
attached to no condition
not bounded by place and time
this type of love will always be
for it requires nothing
if love was based on beauty
and beauty faded so would love
if love was based on something
and something ceased to exist
so would love
but love based on nothing is
permanent and has no limits
because we say that nothing
is permanent which is same as
saying the only thing that is
permanent is nothing so love
based on nothing is permanent
for even if there is something
then there is always nothing
and if there is no thing then
that is nothing in itself
so love based on nothing
is always there ready
to just be itself unconditionally
for it needs nothing to go on
it needs nothing to maintain its
existence for it comes out of nothing
and even if there is no you
the love will still exist
for even if there is no me
the love will still be there
love based on nothing
is the purest love

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self-initiation

by on Jun.04, 2012, under Poetry

i picture us as two balls of energy floating in space surrounded by white light
the never-ending bliss of being close to each other while letting go of everything
everything that has ever held us back from trully expressing what it means to be free
peel the onion and step through to the other side say hello to your true self
there is no end and no beginning just you and me forever smile and take a ride
its magick

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she said

by on Jun.01, 2012, under Poetry

you can never understand
what i really said
you can never comprehend
see things from my end
you never took the time
to really hear me out
you never felt the need
to really figure out
what it is that makes me ill
what it is that makes me feel
what it is i need to fill
didnt even deal me in
when you got to highest hill
always only offered pill
giving in without a will
always living for the thrill
always getting the last kill
always dream and never real

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no objections

by on Jun.01, 2012, under Poetry

easy like its always been
slowly changing pace.
numbness illness filling in,
years went by it always seemed.

what’s in where did we put?
who’s in what knows where it was?
maybe simply lost respect,
sence of ability to see?

maybe never knew what it really was?
thought you always said
you were more than that?
more is always good regadless of the cause?

maybe i had always thought,
without really knowing why,
if you start the race
try to keep the pace, till the finish line?

maybe its not really who and what,
thought, said, or was right in which respect?
maybe its just heart beats over thought?
can’t force love, no one will object.

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nothing’s

by on May.31, 2012, under Poetry

this is not called nothings
nothing’s is the name
same as short for nothing is
if you play the game
i need to know your pain
to know you are feeling mine
i want to feel the need
of blade rip through my spine
no one ever knows
how you are feeling now
everyone’s the same
dying in the end
between love and hate
nothing can be changed
between love and hate
everything’s the same
blade still cuts the vein
remebering the past
bleeding dulls the pain
nothing’s meant to last

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by on Jan.05, 2010, under Poetry

 Written by M.A.K.

A mouth full of daggers
With words like slow poison
Ideas that snake into my mind
Weapons you’re not aware of
Lethal

Different
Nothing about you makes sense
You’re not common
Just a  mess of unintentional contradictions
Pulling me close

You speak in dizzying circles
And I have nothing to hold
But you

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Borderline

by on Nov.02, 2009, under Poetry

i walk upon this borderline of nothing
the nothing that i felt since early days
please don’t forget that i was all alone
and nothing more i seek than you and
nothing more i seek than holding on to
something real and something to feel
and call my own and nothing can replace
this guilt of doing something wrong
of being left alone and being nothing
to no one and everything i didn’t want
to know so don’t remind me of what
i am so don’t remind me of what i am not
because i am not nothing i am not no one
i am not just someone that came along
i am not someone who randomly dropped by
the fire warmth i am someone who walks this life
of feeling nothing more and nothing less
of being nothing to no one i am the one that feels
i am nothing more than walking past of past this borderline

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“tell myself”

by on Oct.05, 2009, under Poetry

Written by Kathleen Sarnes

I’m just going to tell myself you are gone
overseas fighting a war or making one
and pretend our life was a wonderful dream
a dream where I saw your radiant visage
and felt you hold me if only for a moment
only to disappear once again
becoming one with the horizon
I woke up clutching the frayed remnants
of the memory of the last time I felt you
I’m just going to tell myself you are gone
up in space or trying desperately to find some
because Earth is slowly suffocating you
gallivanting across the cosmos
discovering new and wonderful things
about the world and about yourself
I woke up alone but knew it was okay
because you sent the softest, hardest kiss to me
on a moonbeam and it traveled faster than
millions of light years per second
and landed precisely on my crimson coated lips
before you even thought to kiss them
I’m just going to tell myself you’re gone
and pretend but a transient spirit was here
and told me it’s not you it’s me
and vanished into some other distant
realm of existence that I might one day know
if I am lucky enough to gain such entitlement
I woke up surrounded in soft red blankets
that mirrored how I bleed inside for you
how I long to take away all that ails you
how I would in no wise allow you to feel such pain
had I the power to alter anything it would be that
even if I had to take it on myself forever
I’m just going to tell myself your gone
Exploring the depths under pacific waves and tsunamis
Naming new fish after me and after my smile
The one you know only you have created
I woke up and though I told myself you’re gone
I still knew you were not and all at once
I realized that for the first time I could not fool myself
And live in some convoluted lack of reality
No matter how many times my brain lies
And says you are in a million cities or states
My heart knows where you really are
Because you’re in it.

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no never again

by on May.24, 2009, under Poetry

no never again
on our forcefed illusions to choke
you feed off my pain
you feed off my life
my tired eyes have seen enough
of all your lies
your hate is blind
and still our windows stay shut
they’re shut forever more
and there won’t be another dawn
we will reap as we have sown

reap as we have sown

you feel your soul go cold
and only the dead are smiling
26 years of pain
and now you feel its closing in
the will to rise above
should tear you inside out
pain to the highest order
scorching the insides of your skin
its the terminal spirit disease
your hate is blind
but still your window stays shut
its shut forever more
and there won’t be another dawn
you reap as i have sown

you reap as i have sown

can you feel the pain i feel?
i’ve lost all sense of what is real
i’m lost, in a world i detest
can you feel the pain i feel?
this wound i’ve got will never heal
i’m lost, in the serpents own nest
you were my messiah and creator, my christ
how will you feed me now your guiding light?
i cast you down from your throne of lies
and accuse you of a thousand sins
perished in the flames of what you call hell
i proclaim your life as lost forever
because you know your hate is blind
and still my window stays shut
its shut forever more
and there won’t be another dawn
i reap as you have sown

i reap as you have sown

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why

by on Apr.30, 2009, under Poetry

Why cage a bird that cannot sing
Its ears are deaf and voice can’t ring
When silence can no longer dull the pain
Dont cage the bird its all in vain

Why cage a bird that cannot see
No point in running and trying to break free
Theres no escape in fear that’s blind
Dont cage the bird don’t keep it in a bind

Why cage a bird with broken wings
When wind beneath no longer sings
For every move it makes its always wrong
Dont cage the bird where it does not belong

Why cage a bird that’s already dead
Its gone away no more reasons to be sad
Its body cold and blood no longer pumps its veins
Don’t cage the bird don’t wrap it in your chains

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