Juega con mi corazon.Juega con mi corazon.10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Por favor juega (no juegues) con mi corazón.
Yo imagine al corazón como el cuerpo humano. Que dependiendo de donde lo muerdas puede causar placer o dolor, de acuerdo a donde le claves las uñas, ligeras cosquillas o intenso sufrimiento.
Y vi, te vi, como un gatito pequeño, un cachorrito (ya fuiste vaca, perro y ahora gato... bueno, siempre, gato). No se si alguna vez viste uno, cuando toman un ovillo de hilo, una pelota, o cualquier cosa que encuentran por allí, y se tiran panza arriba con el objeto entre sus patas y lo muerden, lo rasguñan, lo patean y lo lamen, todo a la vez y sin ninguna secuencia establecida. Todo sin maldad... y también sin bondad. No lo hacen porque sea su presa, ni porque tengan hambre. No lo hacen siquiera porque les pertenezca o porque lo quieran. Mucho menos porque les represente amenaza alguna, ni siquiera tienen particular interés en el. Tan solo lo hacen porque así lo aprendieron, porque así lo hacen el resto de los gatos con los que conviven. Y te vi un ga
Damn DepressedMissing that part of my life that gives me a reasonDamn Depressed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am taken again into the darkness of depression
With suicidal thoughts running through my head
I struggle alone in my feelings of regression
There are a thousand demons calling my name
Which one will I give into, is there any chance for me tonight
The alcohol, the knife, the recklessness of immaturity
And they are all there with my name on their lips ready for a fight
So I turn up my music in a hope to escape this false reality
I seek to replace the nothingness with some sense of fantasy
Will one of the poets on the radio save my life tonight?
Or will they cause more heartache and contribute to my mental delicacy
Oh God I pray that this lifeless emotion will somehow leave my soul
I have endured the endless nights without an escape route many times
It is my own blood I drain, it is my own body I poison and I regret it each time
But without an outlook or a future on the horizon I will delve once more into my crimes.
I Think You're Sort Of...The light bounced off her features, as her long slender legs bounced up the stairs of her high school. She was only 16 but some how had managed to win the states modelling championships and would be heading off to start her new career as soon as she finished year 11. Her parents thought it was a waste of her talent, but really she couldn't help it that she was blessed with beauty and brains.I Think You're Sort Of...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small gust of wind crept past lifting her dress somewhat. The boys would stare and point at her from afar, but nobody had the guts to come and talk to her. It wasn't her fault she had better then average looks. Really all she wanted was a boyfriend, a nice one at that. Nobody would take the chance. The fear of being rejected kept her alone. The other girls didn't want to speak to her and the only friends she had managed to get, were so jealous of her stealing away the modelling contract that they too had no time for her.
She headed towards her class, looking down to avoid the other students eyes.
El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que aún está sangrando,
que, la eternidad se posa ante nuestros ojos
borrando los recuerdos y dejando los despojos.
Dejaré mis señales dibuj
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
A flower called hopeA flower called hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
The Ghoul FeastThe Ghoul Feast6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.
The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.
Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.
Then begins the sucki
My LordMy Lord10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He has always been there
He has always been everywhere
He walks in the early morning dew
and He is always true
He is there when the sun rises and sets
He is there for those he has not yet met
He watches through the eyes of birds
He listens to every single word
He is there happy or sad
even when we are glad or feeling bad
He died for all our sins
for children,women, and men
He is there in good times and bad
when the struggle called life makes you mad
He will not deny you life after death
but He wants things that are good for your health
He loves you and I
and does not want you to die
Walk with Him. Talk with Him.Be Close
Be all that He chose
Let Him wrap His arms around (you) so warm and tight
even when the world gives you a fright
Let Him be the one to wipe away your tears
that you've had through the years
the ones you hold in your heart
until they feel (as if) they would tear you apart
Don't hold onto that pain
until you go insane
Don't hold onto the things you've done wrong
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as weird by the other kids at his High School; he wasnt interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely he had his little friends. Neils friends werent the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldnt allow him to keep his precious pets anywhere near the house and he was worried about jackasses from school harming them. Of all of them, one was his favorite. A fat eight inch male emperor scorpion. His glistening black chunky carapace, heavy looking stinger and huge claws made him look like the stuff of most peoples nightmares, but Neil could handle him with ease,