BetrayedBetrayedBetrayed7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Betrayal is what hurts the most, especially when you know, that the person you love the most, is the one who did it. (background: who- who did it.)
* I gave my whole life for you. I was always there for you. And now here you are, saying you dont need me (background: dont need me.)
You know hurts the most? Its that you said, I shouldnt be there for you. But whats hurts the most, is that, (I-)I love you.
I remember when you needed me, when you always came to me. What happened to you now? Its like you just threw me away. (*)
Its like my feelings never mattered to you, I was just a toy to play with. Looking back, I gave my whole self to you, and now I know you never even cared.
I dont know why Im so surprised, when Ive been betrayed so many times. So why is it that it feels different with you? (*)
BETRAYEDDont make a fool out of me!BETRAYED7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont fuck with me you bastard!
This isnt a stupid joke!
This isnt a freaking game!
You betrayed me!
I feel like an idiot!
I trusted you but you
Turned around and betrayed me!
Does it feel good
To make an idiot of me?
I feel so stupid, so dumb!
You must be laughing at me!
You meant so much
I thought you were pure
I thought you were honest
And you back-stabbed me!
My heart hurts!
My eyes burn with anger!
My blood seethes with hate!
Just how many times
Have I felt like this?
We humans all deceive
And in turn are betrayed
But if we dont trust again
Life loses all meaning
We merely exist
We cease to live
So, even though
Im scared of it
Ill trust again and
Hope to not be betrayed
BetrayedTrustBetrayed10 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
You know, I think that's a word I can't say anymore. Maybe, once upon a time, I could accept people; welcome them into my little personal bubble. But somewhere along the way, they all left me to myself, spilt my secrets, stood with my enemies and turned their backs.
And it hurt. More than anything else. The feeling of betrayal was so strong that I couldn't hold under the pressure. So I let it go; dropped all that I knew, and just left. That burden you forced me to bear? It's been discarded, along with what was left of my mind. Whatever little sanity I had left, I dropped with everything else. So what if I lost my mind? It was already halfway gone anyway. There's no use in prolonging the inevitable.
So I welcomed it, that sickness you call insanity. If it was
BetrayedBetrayedBetrayed12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world has been
I have no one
I scream aloud
I don't even care
All, what do
I have to care
Everyone I love
Is gone and I
Am left alone in
The winter cold
Standing in the
Snow with nothing
But my soul and
I fear that I
Have sold it for
Just a day of
I can't shake this
Feeling of loneliness
I am afraid to face
Myself for fear that
I am gone
Sailed away on
A mystical boat of
Fate to argue with
My destiny and to dance
With the devil in
The pale moonlight
And I see my life for
The first time
When first I sought
To trust, I felt that
I could love, now
I trust no one, not
Even my thoughts
But why should I care
I should just fly away
Into the night and
It does not matter
They don't see me
A Brief Summary of The HumanPeople are like the planet they live on.. a swirling mass that is slow to change but has beauty in some of the most unexpected places.A Brief Summary of The Human7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Way Of The ChickenNone know why the chicken doth cross the roadWay Of The Chicken7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the chicken,
went down it.
Symphony of Fire and Ice -EDIT[Arthas, spoken:]Symphony of Fire and Ice -EDIT11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"This moment has come.
Finally, the battle shall end.
Go now, my warriors, the throne awaits!
The throne of heavens and glory for ever!"
By the rising sun
on two sides they stand,
on each of them
are hearts aflamed.
The warriors strike,
blood is all around.
between the light.
Steel cutting air here and there,
bodies falling down one by one.
Shouts and battlecries echoing
on the stony walls all around.
Fire, the warmth of willing hearts,
the song of night and of hope.
Ice, the chilling souls from the grave,
melody of death and of pain.
Their echos a concerto
of ages and of blood,
the eternal symphony of fire and ice.
Sounds all around the battlefield,
the throne of ice singing to
the warriors dead.
The enchanted blades and cursed sword,
silver armour against magical runes,
dance in circles all around,
dances the fire, dances the ice.
"This sword of destruction shall drink your blood.
Hasten your doom and come to me!
TrennungAuseinander gerissenTrennung7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
eine der unumgänglichen Wendungen des Lebens
wie der Einschlag einer Bombe
sich wehren ist vergebens
In alle Himmelsrichtungen verteilt
ein Ding der Unmöglichkeit
eine Wunde die nur schwer verheilt
in den Händen der Zeit
Ich könnte von einem Funken Hoffnung berichten
doch würde das meinen Schmerz nicht schlichten
Ich möchte einfach nur noch flieh'n
diese Qual nicht mehr hinter mir her zieh'n
Ein Gefühl des Verloren seins
mit einem Herzen wie meins
LovesicknessLovesickness is an awful thing.Lovesickness7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When every time you think of them you have to smile, but at the same time, you want to cry . . . that hurts. When you cant stop thinking about them and you know that youll never be with them, when you fumble through every day in dreams and fantasies even though you know that theyll never come true. Its unbearable.
When youre with them, everything seems perfect. Its like nothing can hurt you when youre with them. You just cant stop smiling. But theres still a part of you thats in pain, because being near them simply isnt enough.
Then youre apart from them, and all you can think of is the next time youll be with them. You live for memories of times with them. The thought of how it feels to have their head resting on your shoulder, or how their hair feels against your cheek. Every last thought is about them.
You find yourself reading into everything; wondering if it means anything
betrayedyou give people a second chance for a reasonbetrayed7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if your betrayed for that second time you may never trust again
my life is full of second chances for the people i love
i gave someone a second chance a few days ago but they
completly betrayed me
i guess i was pretty stupid to let that certain person have a second chance
oh well, my life is also full of betrayels.
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
Is It Not So Bad To Be Lost?And, my dear, is it not so bad to be lost?Is It Not So Bad To Be Lost?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I for one quite enjoy the brambles in my hair
And mud between my toes.
Never will I wish now, for red drawing rooms
To take the place of the green canopies I sleep under.
Or for great gold chairs to topple my thousand year oaks
(Which make just as good a seat).
And should I ever say nay to the symphony of birds,
Orchestra of crickets or the chorus of frogs
That lullabies me to sleep,
Please hang me by my neck until dead.
For never again do I want to be among counterfeit friends,
Not so long as I have to wear such tight shoes.
Or pull my hair into styles so tight
that the strands are near pulled from my skull.
And never again do I want to bow, and kiss, and hug
Someone who I secretly despise.
No! Let my hair go uncombed
And my dresses go torn!
Let me shout and scream at those that I loathe,
Then calm myself, not to pretentious tea,
But to the symphonies of pleasant forest
Under my canopy of green and stars.
I suppose, my dear, what I am trying
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
betrayedbetrayed11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world has betrayed me, your love has as well. My heart burns with fury, for the fact that you walked away, for not even knowing my pain. I walk threw shadows. Disguising myself for the hatred that wells inside me. Will I ever find someone to cure this curse that lay apon me?
The Symptoms of LovesicknessWhen you fall in love with a girl, a million things happen;The Symptoms of Lovesickness8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair becomes the fabric of the universealways there and indescribably perfect;
Her eyes turn into beautiful, crystalline mazes that you enjoy getting lost in;
Her skin becomes the most perfect pillowsoft, silky, and easy to fall asleep while touching;
Her voice becomes the most perfect melodyalways changing, always beautiful, and always leaving you wanting to hear more;
Her heartbeat becomes the rhythm of your lifepressing onwards, driving you and keeping you alive;
Her body becomes your living reference to perfectionevery line, curve and crevice all falling into place in all the most perfect ways;
Her scent becomes the most perfect drugintoxicating, calming, disorienting, and euphoric with no side-effects and all the addiction;
Her taste makes all others seem blandshe charges every taste bud, every nerve, and every inch of your body in a single kiss;
Her tears become typhoons
DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
OciOčiOci7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Oči nejsou jen k dívání se na svět, ale také, a moná předevím, k tomu, aby se svět mohl dívat do nás. Ne nadarmo se říká, e lva odchyceného v přírodě od odchovaného v kleci poznáme podle očí. Oči neumějí lhát, ukáí ve. Mohou se stát mocnou zbraní i tou největí slabinou. Proč lidé větinou nesnesou delí pohled do očí, ale při prvním kontaktu, či setkání jej vyhledávají? Jeliko vichni podvědomě tuíme, e v očích ostatních se dá nalézt jací jsme lépe ně podle pohybů, vystupování nebo oacení. To ve se toti dá připravit, zahrát, avak lhát oči
VergessenVergessen möchte ich, was geschehen ist.Vergessen8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mir nicht mehr vorstellen wie es mich auffrisst.
Der mir zugefügt wurde, brach mir das Herz.
So oft geschah dasselbe,
Egal auch wenn ich mich melde,
Dass es mir beschissen geht,
Immer wieder tut es weh!
Um zu vergessen,
Versuchte ich nicht zu essen,
Nicht daran zu denken.
Doch die Angst holt mich,
Immer wieder ein, ohne Rücksicht.
Kann einfach nicht vergessen was war.
Es bleibt unklar.
I hateI hate every couple I see on the streetI hate7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate them because it isn't you and me.
I hate every kiss I see on TV,
with their stupid love, and their stupid deeds...
I hate it because..
it's not you and me.
I hate looking myself in the mirror just to see a ghost
with the eyes all cried out, and the lips all bled
I hate it that you aren't there to cling,
but most of all..I hate all of me.
My hair reminds me of your caresses
My lips reminds me of your kisses
My body reminds me of our touches
My nails remind me of your skin
My heart reminds me of your love
My hands remind me of how nice we've held.
I hate myself with the strength that I love you
I hate myself for letting you
I hate myself for not knowing how to keep you
I hate myself..for watching you leave
I hate myself with every dried blood that runs my veins
I hate myself for the empty stomach and being
I hate myself for losing weight..
and most of all..I hate me for not getting over it.
It aches and it torments. It plays with my sanity i
Angel: 10th StrideRunning runningAngel: 10th Stride7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Learning to fly
Trying to soar to the air most high
Train and train
Attempting to glide
For my wings must alter the stride
What if my wings come in late
And all were to deteriorate
Id have no halo more that day
Should all seem to fade away
I saved you from the edge
I took you off the ledge
And now its time to journey far
To see what I saved you for
Every man has to have a grungephaseL'incertezza.Every man has to have a grungephase1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il dubbio, è la base di ogni intelligenza. La capacità di discernere, dubitare, trovare il falso nel vero e la verità nella falsità, è ciò che ci espande. Ci dilata, ci esagera, fino a frammentarci, a dividerci, a SPEZZARCI. Tanti piccoli pezzi, che rotolano giù per il buio. Combatti il buio, battiti contro il dolore, districati fra i fili del destino che ancora una volta ti hanno intrappolato e fottuto. Lotta, stringi, sanguina. E non ne caverai un cazzo.
Il dubbio dilania chi osa affrontarlo.
Abbraccia l'incertezza. Falla tua, amala. Non sarai mai il padrone, ma non essere nemmeno lo schiavo. L'amante è il ruolo più furioso che esista, fra giorni senza risposte che scorrono come un fiume incontrollabile. Non puoi nuotarci contro, figurati se puoi controllarlo, idiota. L'unica cosa sensata che tu possa fare, è librarti nelle sue acque. Apri le braccia e sentilo scorrere, sopra ogni lembo della tua pell