Ty's PoemTy's Poem11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I think back, long ago
Back when our family was starting to grow
I will tell you a story
That takes place very early
It was a beautiful morning
Your father was still snoring.
He had your brother in his arms
I woke up feeling queasy
And I got up, that wasn't easy.
I ran to the bathroom and locked the door
Almost puking on the floor.
After that I took a test
And found out that
Yes! I was pregnant with you!
It was a long road, filled with twist and turns
Some troubles happy, others concerns.
It wasn't until 4 months when the problems had dropped.
Then I felt a terrible pain, and my heart almost stopped.
I had your father rush me to the hospital, the pain was too much for me
Your brother was confused, I was crying, letting out a pained plea.
But it was too late.
I couldn't save you.
I was too weak, you were too.
When I found out that you were gone.
I had no one to count on.
I never found out if you were a boy or a girl,
If you were going to have straight hair or curls.
My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seenMy Mommy1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh
JealousyMy heart is upside down,back to front,inside out.Jealousy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It´s skipping beats.
My mind is in a turmoil,wants to rant and rave,scream and shout,
I want to hide,retreat.
I love you and I hate you, simultaneously.
I can´t trust you anymore .Tell me how can this be?
This green eyed monster has me in its grip.
My over-whelming emotions are driven to the tip.
Then irrational behaviour is the order of the day,
logic and reason get ignored and pushed away.
I pinch myself again and again. It´s me alone causing all this pain.
I imagine they see you like I do, I know what they´re feeling, I feel it too.
They´re undressing you with all their eyeing,they want you badly there´s no denying.
You reassure me over, time and again. It´s me that you love but when will this end.
I know I am causing so much heartache and it´s ruining our life.
You tell me it´s my lack of confidence that´s causing all this strife.
Please stay and talk it out with me,until the bitter
Gentlemen, if she's drunkGentlemen, if she’s drunkGentlemen, if she's drunk6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if she’s had too much to drink
if her cup is spilling
and her cheeks are now bright pink.
If she claims that she wants you
to embrace her and hold her tight
if she grabs you and mutters
that this very moment is right.
Then leave her,
keep your distance.
A drunk woman is a snake
to a man who wants to help.
Put a hand on her, you’ll
see what I mean.
if you see her at the bar
to tipsy to keep herself steady
then be the better man
and leave when you’re ready.
Don’t offer help,
don’t take her home
just ignore her cries
for you not to leave her alone.
She may be a girl you met
when drinking your sorrows away
or your loving girl friend
whose parents were out for the day.
But you have no idea sir,
what a drunk girl can do,
if you just want to help her
she’ll ruin you.
You may not have touched her
but you put her in you car
next morning the cops
asked why you took her from the bar.
And she’s crafted a story
so confused an
In loveI made a mistakeIn love13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody can fix
Love caught me again
Oblivious to reason
Vanquishing my sanity
Ending this nightmare is beyond my power
Not an object, not trashMother dearest, look at me.Not an object, not trash1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I not how you created me?
Eight long years have passed us by-
Yet, now you think to say goodbye?..
There are people everywhere-
Saying things that are unfair.
Do their words mean more to you,
than all the times that we've been through?..
Golden hair and eyes of blue,
are not what makes a Mary Sue.
My chest is big and well defined-
Those who hate, to me are blind..
So what if I have a tail?
It doesn't mean that I am frail.
You know my powers, know my forms.
Yet, now you seem so forlorn...
Do words of people blind and knave
make me something you can't save?..
You know my being, my heart too-
Because I am a part of you!..
You gave to me your time and hope-
Yet now, it seems you cannot cope..
You would start to think of me as trash-
Because of those who like to bash?..
You know that wounds me most of all-
You know that's something, that males me bawl.
I am not trash! I am not fake!
I am part of you, for goodness sake!...
To throw me out would not end hate!..
The StorytellerAs the Storyteller tells his taleThe Storyteller6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in evening’s calming hush,
clouds streak and leave a misty trail
quite breathless in their rush.
Stars vacate and leap the moon,
which wanes in velvet sky.
And all that’s left is emptiness
that leaves me wondering why.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
he strokes my weary head
as it sinks into my pillow
and I’m sleepy in my bed.
I listen to his words and wish
myself beyond my fate.
Yet I think not of tomorrow,
for I know it is too late.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I hope it will not end.
He leans in close and whispers
softly to me as a friend.
He tells of joys and sadness,
highs, lows and inbetweens.
He paints a picture with such words
More vivid than my dreams.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I watch him turn the pages,
Slowly with a wisdom
as of one who’s dwelt in Ages,
where many sagas lay forgotten
in their resident abyss.
The final page he turns and then
gives me a loving kiss.
I linger in the empty sky
Chaos TheoryThe butterfly effect is the fragile dependence on beginnings.Chaos Theory3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We started simply: the study of time between yesterday and someday.
If a moth sprouts from silk when no one is looking, will it still learn to fly?
Love Is BlindLove is blind, or so they say.Love Is Blind4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Must be some truth to it these days.
Falling for someone, despite their faults.
No matter what they do, you look past it all.
All the mind games and the cruel, cruel words.
You love them anyway, no matter how much it hurts.
And one day, they leave you for somebody new.
And even though your heart is breaking, you're glad it's through.
You love them and hate them, all at the same time.
Wondering if you ever cross their mind.
But you'ed never take them back, no matter what.
Just remembering how deep their cruel words cut.
Some days you cry, some days you smile.
Hoping it comes back to haunt them all the while.
And one day someone will hurt them just as they did you.
Then they'll finally feel all the pain they once put you through.
GentlemanLips too full, skin too softGentleman1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wrong, wrong feeling that can't be lost
Smooth hairless jaw, long dark lashes
Everyday my mind and body clashes
Tiny waist, swells of hips
By the minute, down hope drips
Tumors on my chest, space between my legs
A heavy heart is held by threads
Petite structure, plump, round face
The mounting dread I just can't trace
It's all wrong
I'm all wrong
I cannot remain like this long
I wish I was what I have always been
A boy, a male, a gentleman
DesirePull me under, I want to drown.Desire4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She takes my wrist and holds me down.
Denied a smile or even a glance,
She'll chain me up without a chance.
Pull me out, I want to grow.
She tugs my tail, her life she'll bestow.
Torn between the surface, my face splitting in two.
The cold Sea tugging relentlessly, the warm Sky lifting with eyes so blue.
Sinking, drifting, dissipating under dark shrouds.
Flying, soaring, scattering among the clouds.
The witch below jabs at my heart.
The worst part being, she had no idea from the start.
The angel above tugs at my strings.
The worst part being, she's slowly untying my wings.
Tension, ascension, something's got to give.
The siren underneath holds me with a cold embrace.
The best part being, she's hypnotized me with powerful grace.
The cherub overhead sings to me with such a sweet sound.
The best part being, when she's finished, she'll lay me safely on the ground.
Prevention, comprehension, I just want to live.
Silence. Steady. You're almost there.
TnM- El Amor?? no es lo mio cap 6*Narra la sexy escritora *TnM- El Amor?? no es lo mio cap 64 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thomas se va a su casa (la de sus padres) al entrar..
Vanessa: Thom, dile a Marie para que venga a cenar les tenemos una sorpresa
Thomas: Terminamos *dijo subiendo a su habitación*
Ferb: ¿Pero como que terminaron?
Thomas: T-E-R-M-I-N-A-M-O-S que no entiendes? *cierra la puerta de un tirón*
Ferb: si lo se, llama a Phineas y Isabella
-Mientras con Marie-
Marie: QUE¡? Madre entiende el es un tonto¡ no quiero nada con él, lo odio¡
Isabella: pero es tu primo
Isabella: pero Marie, han crecido juntos, se han educado juntos…
Marie: ¿Educado? NO el es un ladrón¡
Phinbella: QUE¡? *gritaron*
Phineas: y sabiendo eso saliste con el?
Marie: por desgracias padre, por desgracias *dice entrando a su cuarto y cerrándolo con llave*
Isabella: ladrón y todo, fueron novios Phin eso es amor verdadero…
Phineas: lo se… pe
My Sister LorettaSoft, muffled cries can be heard in the air so dusty and stale,My Sister Loretta6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as the long dark procession begins their slowly moving trail.
Struck down in the very bosom of life, like that of a plucked flower,
Death came like a thief in the night, stealing her breath one fateful hour.
Such a pity, so tragic, so very young, a true beauty beyond sublime,
for one as she to be taken just after having reached their prime.
Soft, muffled cries can be heard in the air so dusty and stale,
the call of a raven mingles with that of a young maidens wail.
A church bell chimes as the nuns now solemnly sings,
for her soul now leaves us on the grace of the whitest wings.
Oh she was an angel, the sweetest angel there could ever be,
how very fortunate I was to have had her so close to me.
Soft, muffled cries can be heard in the air so dusty and stale,
she had touched so many lives and on such a grand scale.
With brown curls and a voice as melodic as a golden bell,
she was as beautiful as she was kind and known so well
I Watched Your MiseryI watched you cut yourself with broken glass-I Watched Your Misery3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you used cruel words and alas,
I let you.
Be HumanYou think you are a machine,Be Human3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
filled with gears that beat,
humming with breaths of electricity.
You think you are made of armor,
tough and stainless steel...
But words are like knives,
stabbing your heart and mind..
drawing blood with every slice,
and leaving you broken.
But that is okay,
you are human.
Humans feel, breathe, beat,
Humans are imperfect.. unique.
Even tin man had imperfections,
where ever was his heart?
it was a void in a empty space..
So why not turn off the machine,
and be human for one day?
You will finally see yourself in a light,
that is true and worth your sight.
26 Marks of MajestyA perfect line, be it night or day,26 Marks of Majesty4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because it simply has to be that way.
Care must be taken, don't mess this up.
Don't upset the balance, don't knock over the cup.
Every second you take the time to speak,
Forget that the language has been made weak.
Great works were made by 26 marks,
Heed well their order, and watch for the sparks.
I see when magic flows forth from your mouth.
Just beware: sparks can easily head south.
Kicks become romance, romance to death,
Lovers to murder in one fatal breath.
Make good use of rhythm, of measure and rhyme,
No numbers replace the tempo and time.
Open your mouth or spill out your pen.
Practice their art form, rejoice in their zen.
Quiet or loud, their patterns spin words.
Reveal or conceal, be it sane or absurd.
Stay true and devout to their scheduled line.
True faith to them will make something divine.
the final frontierwings earnedthe final frontier1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your gain, our loss
the final frontier
you bravely cross
thank you for
the best years
no one can ever
fill your ears
Mon amie...Elle savoure son thé,Mon amie...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Déguste quelques sablés
A l’heure du gouter,
Elle a l’œil pétillant,
Le sourire apaisant.
C'est une femme enfant,
Elle est aussi la main,
Qui guide mon destin,
Au-delà du chemin,
Parfois, quand elle sourit
Dans son regard je lis
Que je suis, moi aussi
Alors,dans un silence
On savoure notre chance
Et on se dit, merci!
Too good at being aloneSorry not todayToo good at being alone1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you will often hear me say
Cant come over anyway
too busy with my solitude to stay.
Got this thing I have to do
so please don't bother
with inviting me too,
I would rather be safe at home
with my books games and regrets
no need for company when the wifi connects.
Not trying to be cold, heart's not made of stone
the problem you see is all with me
I am just to good at being alone.
It is an unconscious trait
I have started to notice of late
its fueled by fear and not by hate
It comes from a time when friends were few
and loneliness great
but even now
it never quite seems to dissipate.
Some times I am amazed
at the lengths I would go
to avoid conversation you know
in my thoughts they happen
a hundred times a day
so why can't I say
these things to people in the way
they happen in my brain
It's easier to pretend
that the whole world is your friend
Than to look up and know
you are really just alone.
This feeling is so confusing
wanting to interact,but refusing
For youMy love is a flameFor you4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I set the world afire
My temperatures rising
Can you feel it get higher
Like Tauriel and Kili
Our love is forbidden
No one can understand
So it remains hidden
Burning out of control
No way to stop the heat
Through time and space
Our love is complete
ImaginationWhen we were children,Imagination1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we would play.
When we grow up,
we would forget.
This wolrd is hard and cold,
cold like ice,
that burns like fire.
Wolrd crushes your dreams,
makes you forget the beaty.
Those who still follow their dreams,
are called children, romantics.
"Get your head out of the clouds", they tell me.
"Grow up, fight and live, in this cruel world."
Cruel this wolrd is, it's true,
but I won't let it get me down.
Ink on paper, black on white,
words so many, a letter after another.
And the world is another, where the dragons fly,
where love was more than a song.
Another song, with passion like nothing else,
sings the unnoticed.
The paint dries, one color mixes with the other, with eatch stroke shows a heart that bleeds.
So many ways to say, what this world needs most of all, the hope for the better.
It's Illogical But TrueCaptain's log.It's Illogical But True3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never thought it would happen.
But we've lost another one.
Spock..is no longer with us.
He's gone up to live among the stars.
Way up above.
High up in the clouds.
I can't believe it..but it's true.
Rest in peace.
Let the stars guide you.
Merrily, merrily, merrily.
Is life more than just a dream?
It just doesn't seem logical too me.
It seems illogical..yet shocking.
To hear of your passing, is just upsetting.
You were the brains behind the operation.
You taught us that the needs of the many.
Outweigh the needs of the few.
A valuable lesson indeed.
One we shall not forget.
It just won't be the same.
Without you here.
So, goodbye to you - dearest Spock.
Live long...and prosper.
Call me GreatYour words are just vibrations reaching me.Call me Great1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My skin and health is not damaged what-so-ever, yet it still hurts.
You may call me "Unintelligent",
You may call me "Rude",
and You may call me "Terrible", but I can prove you wrong on all three of those words.
But calling me "Fat" or "Ugly" just goes along with what I see in the mirror.
Call me "Great" or "Guapo" instead of the words that cut deeper than a blade.
Call me a "Inspiration" than a waste of space.
Call me anything, but those words..
Because if you can't, more tears will draw me to sleep.
Nevermore!Oh, all I see is shadows on the floorNevermore!1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the Masque of Red Death staring at me!
I hear the Raven croak out, 'Nevermore!'
Oh, look at Annabel Lee and Lenore:
Both dead in their sepulchers by the sea,
Their twisted shadows lurking on the floor!
Oh, I am just a madman, nothing more,
Haunted by Tell-Tale Heart beating for me
And that Raven crying out, 'Nevermore!'
Oh, Helen, Annie, Eulalie, and more,
Like Eldorado, Dreams within a Dream
That escape me like shadows on the floor!
Oh, let the Bells ring on the Nightly shore
And let the Cask of A trap me
As the Raven taunts me with 'Nevermore!'
The House of Usher has arrived once more
And the Black Cat and the Pit torment me
With death and Murders, shadows on the floor,
While that damned Raven taunts with 'Nevermore!'