I said NoNoI said No20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I repeat No
Why you don't listen?
What does No mean to you?
No doesn't mean later
No doesn't say I'm playing hard to get
No doesn't let give you the consent to touch me
The chills of your voice that whispers into my ear is not romance
Those filthy hands that groped onto my body means danger
Your pupils that pop when bare skin shows doesn't mean you love me for me
When I say No
I meant No
Regardless of what I am and what I wear
Your excuses are not reasonable
Your fake goody two shoes act won't be believable
You won't be justified
You and your filthy hands are meant to be behind bars
Gift: Hikari x DalteHikari DalteGift: Hikari x Dalte14 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Hikari rubs Dalte's gut
Dalte then belches
ConspiracySit down sheeple hear my tale, since you don’t have a clueConspiracy21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just because your paranoid don’t mean they’re not after you
The president is an alien, and chemtrails we should ban
why you ask? Like you don’t know their part of Satan’s plan
so I spend my days in the basement- to find his subliminal verse -
in video games and movies, playing their music in reverse.
The moon landing is a hoax it’s all mirrors and smoke
never mind what the scientists say their proof is all a jok
New MarineHonorNew Marine1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
3 simple words of the most complex ideas,
They are now my core,
As I became a part of the Corps
I wandered too far
Strayed away from the path my life was beating
And become lost
But the light at the end of the tunnel
Only lead deeper down the rabbit hole
Only letting me out after trials most difficult
Difficult but honorable
Worth every ounce of pain
Because now I claim the title
United States marine
And I love every minute of it
The Rainbow Yurt PoemEventually the Elder Lords of SkoogThe Rainbow Yurt Poem19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Decided to work together
To create a bold new world
On the Skoog Astral Plane
They decided that they needed
To create a special place
For the heated debates
That doubtless would ensue
Eventually they came up with the Rainbow Yurt
That now floats amongst the clouds
And meanders across the Skoog skies
Most unusual to say the least!
Its exterior of many colours
Represents the many facets of their dream
Needed to bring together all manner of
Species & cultures in peace and harmony
Untitled 2Some people believe in meUntitled 212 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
others only believe in what I've done
how can you blame the monster when you deny its existence?
some said it wasn't my fault
'she can't help it that she's different'
others weren't convinced
'let the experts look, I'm sure they'll explain it'
Why do you insist I'm broken if you don't think I can be fixed?
'But There must be some reason your acting this way,
some syndrome, disorder, imbalance up in there.'
'its going to be okay, we'll get you help dear
I'm sure its treatable.'
The SortingI let the darkness shut me inThe Sorting11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and waited, half with dread—
But half with joy to hear that voice
awake inside my head:
“There’s much potential power here
— as is in every child —
To be admired, envied, loved,
entrusted, or reviled.
“A war may come when you are grown,
and which side would you choose?
For one side will be victors,
and the other side will lose.
"You could be an (1) Advisor —
or the very (2) King of all!
Perhaps a (3) Mighty Warrior
who can well defend the walls…
"Or you could just a (4) Peasant be,
with little skill to fight
And in the end, lay down your life…
but for the cause that’s right.”
And instantly I knew my choice:
1. For wisdom writes the law. 2. I’m royal, deep within.
3. To battle and explore. 4. For though the road be rough,
I knew that it was in my blood
CiganosParece que eu dormira por mil anosCiganos13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
E que os sonhos mesclavam-se ao real
Quando acordei cercado por ciganos
Que entoavam um cântico infernal.
Minhas pernas mover-se não podiam;
Não podiam meus braços se mexer;
Que cordas, que feitiços, me impediam?
Que pecados logravam-me sofrer?
Em seus rostos, as máscaras perdidas,
Rostos inomináveis e inumanos,
Rostos de bestas podres e encardidas
Que cobriam seus rostos de ciganos!
E rodavam por mim, em espiral,
Como se eu fosse o centro da maldade...
Ou (eu duvido!) o centro divinal
Que talvez dar-lhes-ia a liberdade.
Mas não sou, eu não sou, quisera sê-lo!
Ser o bem, ser o mal, ser o Universo!...
Sou fino como a linha de um cabelo
E frágil como o ritmo de um verso...
Não sei se libertei-me ou se morri
Depois de dez milênios nessa dança:
Não sei dizer se ao fogo resisti,
Se, forte, resisti à forte lança.
Quando enfim me dei conta de onde estava,
Já era tarde,
workblazing a trailwork20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
chasing my tail
pie in the sky
never say die
why to remain
cuss and complain
work is a pain
You have a new messageAsleep from a long night I was,You have a new message12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Till nearby arose a kind of buzz,
I turned to look with eyes of weary,
To see several messages on my Blackberry,
It is late in the day to awake at eleven,
But not when I slept at the hour of second.
The Genie of MarriageI could be your genie. You'd get your three demands.The Genie of Marriage5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
For example one wish is money in your hands.
So you've wished for that now. What else do you desire?
You want me to be there for you, for every waking hour?
Then I have made it so, but you don't want me to natter.
As now I know your final wish, my heart on a platter.
To use a fellow being is horrible,cruel
But your soul is filled with nothing but nightmare fuel.
I understand why you'd demand for all of this,
So I'll just fade away with an almost unheard hiss.
ClassRegressing and repression and recession. These words i know to be true. When i write them on my hands and from there on the paper underneath my hands so many times that the letters just look like blue curly cues in the deep indentation of my schoolbook with this blue pen of mine. With the teacher gone i sit alone in the bright fluorescent lights of this classroom and look out the window and see the dark blue and black November storm clouds raging on towards us. I'm not scared though. I don't know why. "I'll be right back"s he said and you could tell in her voice she wasn't sure if she would be or not. The building doesn't shake but you can feel a coiled energy trembling within; when the teacher runs back in screaming i don't know how to take it. Also, i can't her hear. In the savagery of the wind and the storm you can't hear anything. And then the classroom door slams shut and the lights, all of the lights, everywhere you can see, all go out at once and then there's nothing but darknesClass6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrist BreakerThe snowWrist Breaker6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white shroud
Sucking up the sound
From what life dare defy
Winter’s icy hand of death
Masquerading in the beauty
Of sacred purity
Poisoned by malice
Eyes riveted in the depths
Of one another’s pupils
Fixed on the dancing spark
Of life and quick-paced thought
That tries to hide
Behind eyelids and words
And glances back and forth
Manmade clouds still trapped
In a fleeting infancy
Escaping the mouths
Of the two statues
Who only betray their vitality
Through the cold steam
Fleeing their lips
Clenched as tight as
Of winter gloves will allow
Fingers locked in place
To keep the ever important grip
From shifting too far
And into the wrong places
The cold weather birds
Sing no songs to the heavens
And the slow, indomitable breath
Beats a soundless rhythm
Into the growing dusk
That glares in indigence
At what sound breaks its beauty
A flash of black from white
A boot dragging itself
Up from the frigid e
It can mean Anything to Anyone.ChristmasIt can mean Anything to Anyone.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it about giving?
Is it about Sharing?
Is it about spending time with those dearest to you?
Is it about happiness?
Is it about the passion of the christmas spirit?
Is it about the caroling?
Is it about one's imagination?
Is it about one's desires?
It could be about a red santa hat to a kid
Or a Bag of gifts to a parent.
It could mean the colors of christmas
Or it could mean another Holiday
It could mean the carol of the bells
Or they could be laughing all the way.
Christmas can mean anything from someone's view
It can mean anything from another's.
In the Eyes of a ChildI saw God in the eyes of a child today.In the Eyes of a Child12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swear her chocolate brown eyes were like embers.
And the color of her dress reminded me of-
No. Of December.
The smile on her face was like the sun.
Actually, it was brighter.
And she turned that shy timid smile on me-
Well, my heart couldn't be any lighter.
So I smiled at her, and she smiled at me.
We'd both look away at times.
Then she disappeared 'round the corner of the aisle.
But today...I saw God in the eyes of a child.
do not readbthis. unfinnished UntitledGrid linesdo not readbthis. unfinnished Untitled19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sipping your fad of the week
Reading what will be forgotten
by the stroke of one Tweet
Your sophisticated foche
will be considered the largest fauxpe
when I am done writing this
Taking yourself so seriously
the societyy you set yourself in
It is saddening to think
Jasmine Tea and Whispered PromisesDarling, the demons run free in my mind, tooJasmine Tea and Whispered Promises21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't feel alone, don't feel grey, I suffer too
I don't expect that this will make you feel better, still
I can't leave you alone, I don't think that you've recovered, still
So long ago, it seems, you reclaimed what was once yours
How do you feel, knowing that it doesn't change that heart of yours
I can only stay by your side and wait out the nightmares
Even though I know your past was just a collection of nightmares
I believe that things will get better, darling, in time
We'll know happiness, but be patient, it'll take some time
Hold my hand and remember that I'm still here for you
Though I know that feeling will be too hard for you
I'll wait here, your head warm pressure on my chest
Stroking your hair as panic begins to rise in your chest
Go ahead and cry, I promise I won't think any less of you if you do
You can murmur that no one understands, but I swear that I do
Sleep now, close to me, gripping my clothes
This has been hard for you, yo
Jinzou/Artificial/Manmade Enemy (English Singable)Artificial enemy english singable lyricsJinzou/Artificial/Manmade Enemy (English Singable)19 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(wip 1/2 done)
If I cant live out the life that I wish
then theres no reason to put so much effort
into finishing it.
What a very foolish thing to say.
Sure you can pretend youre ok with this
say you "love this mundane life" you type it so quickly but I know
where did the words you really wanted to say go?
A strong connection to strangers unknown
You know nothing of them and they know nothing of you
How you could possibly mistake that for a love I just dont know
But thats just the way that it goes
day in and out until its time to go
Pretending to live-learning nothing at all
until until until you can sleep
ahh its too painful so you try to look away from it all
But no matter what those curs-ed crimson eyes will always see
Hey, if its really something
that you dont wanna have to see
would you rather waste the rest of your days
just staring with glazed eyes at me
through the screen alone and unseen?
Thats not the way that t
'Bara to katana'Bara to Katana'Bara to katana'2 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Flower and sword,
one hard, the other soft.
Flower and sword,
together were born.
The rose flower's red, as red our hair is,
our movements are elegant, are blooms in the wind.
That's the only point our nature's agree;
she's calm like a lake, with a prayer on her lips,
I cannot be still, my rage controls me.
We grew up together, were "the redhead twins.
the eldest's a fighter, the youngest a witch".
We waited for the moment when we could use our skills,
'cause we knew the reason why they were within.
Flower and sword.
one's hard, the other soft;
I know she's the flower
and I am the sword.
I couldn't react when I knew the battle was
not a physical fight, but the battlefield of the heart.
alto -And I wasn't trained in the matter of love,
I was so confused, I couldn't say a word.
The rose flower's red, as red our hair is,
our movements are elegant, blooms in the wind.
The battle we waited was simply a mess,
her heart could be saved, but mine found the death.
Flower and sword
Psychotic PsychoticPsychotic13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running forward, eyes are black,
I hope that I am still on track.
On my mind is nothing else,
But empty books and empty shelves.
Miracles don’t happen here,
Mesmerizing thoughts appear,
But they’re only in my head –
Reality is grey and sad.
Stones are covering their ways,
Fire’s burning in their eyes,
Silhouettes in misty haze,
Dark and black against the lights.
I’m just scared, a lonely soul,
I search for help, I need a goal!
Something that’s worth fighting for,
Something else – just so much more.
The stain of blood cuts through the air,
The battle’s raging on and on,
Silver Surfers everywhere,
But they’ll soon be dead and gone.
The sun is sinking, night will fall,
I cannot see, but hear a call,
It’s deep, a thunder rolling near,
But suddenly my thoughts are clear.
Through the clashes, slow at first,
Lightning strikes above my head,
I’m a walking, stalking dead,
Bloody thoughts and bitt
NovemberBut not remembering or at least not forgetting all of those things she said to me, once at least. In the fields in Kansas, in the end of November when the sun starts to crash into the earth and the moon and night sky rise up slowly in its' burning embers and you get that magic hour sunlight, you know what i mean. And standing behind the movie camera looking to her as she looked away from me and the whispering waves of the wheat fields caressed her legs and she writhed like a dream in a white cotton dress in her creamy skin and creamy chocolate hair, raising her arms to the sky, to God, like she's wanted him to notice her all along. And not saying a word because what was there to say? Smoking a cigarette, letting the ash blow away in the wind, the smoke burning my eyes as i leaned into the eye piece. "yes, that's just fine" i say. She can't hear me of course and she continues to dance in the wind and when i look back she's almost being blown away by it, she grabs a grain of wheat and hoNovember6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This