I dream of a city where everyone are neighbors Knowing helping each other isn’t wrong And there is no race or color Where old ladies can feel safe and sound   I dream of a state that works as one Taxing people fairly and giving back what isn’t theirs Helping the poor man to find work and feeding the destitute While not lining their pockets with the sweat of everyone's back   I dream of a country that is good and kind to a...

Life is like a crystal ball of fortune.When it falls into pieces,the people try to grab it.Someone grab it more,someone grab it less,someone grab it none.Dear friend, how much have you grabbed yet? ---------------------------------------------------------- The crystal ball of fortune is a metaphor. Fortune / Happiness will never come of nothing. I always believe if we want to have it, first of all, we have to give, strive...

All creatures are the will of HEAVEN. It started from the ancient time to elongate till now. How much can the earthling gain or lose? HEAVEN commands it all. Does HEAVEN truly understand all kinds of distress? Why does HE not to guide the earthling? Why do the ordinary people never obtain the basic request? We are merely a simpleton or a dreamer. Why does HE not let us move a half step further? Can HE show us a tiny mercy...

The world stops, silence prevails It starts again, chaos So much rush, so much greed I think silence is all we need. Everyday day at four, go out and see Beauteous benign beatific breeze blows In your heart , you will feel That silence is really a great deal. And when you’re tired, just think for a moment How much we have discovered and how much still There is left to see, for us in this world Oh! A lot and let it be. Whi...

In an ideal world, Utopia is the capital and Thomas More the kingPeople would be happy and not want for a thingThere would be no wars, pestilence, or diseaseThere would be no homeless on the streets to freezeBabies would smile and never cryYour parents would grow old but never dieThe bright yellow sun would shine every dayPushing the dark stormy clouds far awayThere would be no governments, corruption, or sinEvery day the...

If I were not hard to please or too aloof to say the least If I were to care less with judgements to be at ease If I were too insensible to notice or deaf and blind to see If I were strong enough but no, my heart crumbles to hear thee And now I am wishing I was a person who is far from me Then, I would have never tried holding back my tears I would have never have even to wipe it dry I would have never have to hear re-ech...

Pop an amphetamine and follow the tracesI'm awake for daysin this drowning world always Boiling beneath the surfacesOf hard cruel faces.They tell me I'm an assholeFor calling shit - shittyBut your world, lets be honest, ain't pretty.I can feel it in my armsI can feel it in my legsEnergy of the stars flowing through my veins.I'm coming down like a meteorAt 4AMPrepping for the Minotaur migraineWith Greek fireand waterand fu...

The world is at unrest. We're all on tenterhooks. Governments running roughshod over civilians,civilians creating militaries,turning into terrorists.We're not far from war. Humans can't get along,never could. A constant swirling of dust,symbolising the turmoil.We can't stop hating,but we should. Why do we do such atrocious things?Beheading, rape, murder, psychological abuse, chemical and nuclear weapons.We're headed to de...

I still go there with youin a beautiful and sweet hazesurrounded by our serenityourselves up thereour mind out of our bodiesI happily drift all the wayto the world we createdthe place we buildwhere we forged our freedompure and truewhere we killed eviland gave good another lifewhere I'm meand you are youI still go everywhere with youeven when you are nowhere.

Oh, what a world we live in,I often wonder, are we the paler twin?We pride ourselves on being superiorto all; we don't realise our inferiority. Animals, plants, insects and arachnids,We should learn from them, not flip our lids. When nothing goes our way,We don't think or pray. We simply find solutions,Often they are pollutions. Our arrogance has to end,Before the world we rend.

Let it be heard, I am only a girl. One of many, and somewhere in the middle of that ever changing group. I am just here, living, creating, destroying, just the same as you. My path intertwines with yours as you read this, and in fact now I had effectively changed and manipulated your mind in some sort of way, because you are still reading this with interest ranging from mildly amused to fully intrigued by my words. Let it...

geopolitics with breakfastworld-travel on my bellyover miso ramensharp pickled gingerearthy fresh cilantrohot red peppersrare American beefcrisp green beansalmost pho, nowsome garam masalato bring in the subcontinentcontemplatinga political bumper-sticker:“Reunite Gondwanaland!”I could go them one better:“Return Pangaea!”our congruent continentsnestling like spoons- kmf (RedSonja, aka RunswithScissors)

ruminations on desert ecosystemsbring to mindall those scaly, spiky, hard survivorsmaking a good livingenduring thirst under a relentless suncleaners circle overhead, hovering in updraftsor recon artists hoarding the dark closein thermoregulationeach occasional succulent, an oasishidden in plain sightand one yucca shoots up its centennial rocketwe all adaptbut did you knowthat Islam allows the supplicantmissing a prayer r...

Once upon a time where frogs and butterflies lived in peaceful war and jellyfish had zones of pear, there lived a frog who wore striped rainbow pants. He was no ordinary frog. No, he was yellow. He lived in the cave where the dolphins of over-under flew past the backwards-flying forward left-turners while shooting deadly bleau darts that weren’t darts at all at something that was nothing in a anomaly that wasn’t there but...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Fragile ball of opalescence,Rainbow glass of milky white;Swirling laughter fills the globeAnd bobs, a dancing bauble bright.Held in fingers fat and chunky,Beauty of the hidden pearlMay fall from these clumsy digits,In their stumble, they unfurl.Sailing through the sunshine air,The opalescent bauble singsUpon the back of springti...