Push To TalkPush to talk, pull to playPush To Talk6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dream your life
No respite, no reprise
Push to talk, pull to play
Take a chance
Make your day
No regrets, no goodbyes
The tapes worn
Push to talk, pull to play
Let it be
No concealment, no disguise
A new toy
Push to talk, pull to play
I wont obey
No appeasement, no surprise
All it lacked was
My LifeMy life is an unMy Life9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
attatched to the Converse I wear when I feel like it,
getting stepped on
and drowning in the puddles I've splashed in
It's a hard marble statue
that someone took the time to carve
and now it's just fa
The details are smoot
Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.4Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.47 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just the Beginning
By the time Dante had made it out of town, the sun was beginning to lower in the sky, but there was still some clear daylight. It wasn’t long until he came upon the abandoned warehouse. It looked like it hadn’t been touched for years. It was all boarded up and didn’t seem to show any signs of an entry.
“Heh, no entrance huh?”
He casually walked up to what appeared to be a boarded up doorway as he pulled out his Rebellion and slashed a big X into the hardwood that covered the door. Seconds later the wood caved in, allowing access to the inside. He strolled inside with his sword resting on his shoulder, ready to use just in case an unexpected attack occurs. He gazed around as there were cobwebs everywhere, silence surrounding him, the stench of stale air and the only light beaming was from the entrance. However, the silence gave him a lead to where the real entrance to the lab could be found. With each step he took it
Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.1Devil May Cry- The Hidden Essence Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story Summary Arkainius is at it again, failing to recapture Vincent and now has set his eyes on a new subject, Nero. Fortuna is attacked, catching the attention of the Devil May Cry shop as Dante ventures to go save Nero and Kyrie while being guided by Vincent and a mysterious ghost like figure that has attached itself to Nero.
As the day broke, the sun shined down about Fortuna as the citizens among the city became lively, playing out their everyday life with shops and items to buy and food to cook. The sun shined just as beautifully not too far from Fortuna, upon the building of Devil May Cry. Dante woke to his usual phone calls from clients asking for tedious tasks with demons as Nero awoke to his lover Kyrie smiling upon him from the doorway.
"Good morning," Kyrie spoke sweetly.
"Kyrie," Nero said her name gently.
They both smiled at each other warmly as he got out of bed and stuck on his usual trench coat and red jacket. The weather was perfect to
Love me NotUnto you I give myself.Love me Not6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into your darkness, hate I've felt.
Feel my power, black and cold.
Feel my hatred sear your soul.
Taste the blood and touch the life.
You're the blood, but I'm the knife.
Drowned is sorrow, your own saddness.
Taste the fire, take the maddness.
Feel the shadow breathe it's death.
Draw the life in painful breaths.
Kill your pain, kill your roots.
Drink your shame, death your food.
Live in darkness, die in pain.
Life resists not fear nor shame.
Death is quiet, in peace you rot.
Give me hate, love me not.
Childhood's OverI curl myself into a ball.Childhood's Over4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm now so very, very small.
I press my legs against my face,
And think of Mars and stars and space.
The dodo's dead, the stars are gone.
I have a friend named Megatron.
We like to lay upon the grass,
And watch as all the Voguls pass.
A kid I knew once said to me,
"You're only big as you can see."
But what about the gods I know?
And emokids, and juggalos?
And what becomes of chivalry
When all you know is tyranny?
I wish that I could tell the truth
Apart from all the lies of youth.
I look at me, I look at him,
I look at God and let Him in.
I throw my heart onto the ground.
I stomp on it without a sound.
How's a robot like a bath?
Both clean up the aftermath.
But what if, at the robot's fault,
The water lost its greatest thought?
I grow old, I grow old--
I have patches of green mold.
I have Sun and I have Moon;
I have me and us and you.
It's so terrible, you see:
We were born to not be free.
We were born to sing our songs
Separately, and carry on.
Born to hope,
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboardShe Called Herself a Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
Up and AwayWe embraced like old friends, but somewhere between the half-hearted hug and the awkward after seconds, I felt as if we needed an introduction. While you were living on your own and finding life outside a sheltered nest, you had become a foreign substance to me. I tried to find the young boy who never grew tired of lying on a grassy hill, who never ran out of facts to fill my head, who never neglected to tell me what I was doing wrong...but I couldnt, that boy grew up and away from me.Up and Away6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Did you think seeing me once every six months was normal, when we used to spend every weekend together? You lived farther away then, but distance was never a barrier like the one between us now. Its a barbed-wire fence; I can see the same person you used to be, but Im tired of getting cut every time I try and climb over the top. We never had secrets, but Ive been closing myself off to spare you the effort and I, the disappointment. You never meant to hurt me, youre not even
Smile Pretty, Spin WordsAt long lastSmile Pretty, Spin Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive found the
muse I yearn for,
one who makes
the stars cascade
in a fountain
candescence to my eyes.
A thousand miles
yet across borders
my heart has been guided,
as if the destination
and all it really had to do
was read the signs.
The way your words
would have Aphrodite
crashing to her knees,
not even the goddess of beauty
could withstand your gentle tongue.
You are romance personified,
who can share the silence
and the night with me,
I am not a child to you
but an equal
from a different world.
I make you shake,
you urge me to soar
and the strength you
see beneath layers
of reserve makes it
possible to believe.
the imperfect shadow
with just enough light
to radiate your confidence
and introduce my thoughts.
You are the
Intoxication Ive searched
so endlessly for
and theres still
so much to know.
I want to be
and trace your scars
The PhotographerLong, lanky stapled thin sharp boned limbsThe Photographer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the opaque frame
reaching up past her deadbeat eyes
milky cheekbones razorblade jaw
papercut smiles, willow head hair
sunken shoulder, blades that protrude
The shiver of the trees places
a peached glow on your
you exhale an invisible pipe of
smoke, swirling around the air
Can almost see straight through
as you nibble, softly at your
green delicatable apple
watch it go
oesphagus straight into your stomach
I can almost feel the growling
I see your ebony, twigged hands
reach for your pale stomach
defined by your
poking out, trapped under the vein ridden skin
Sometimes you bring your quaint smile
to meet the starry night
folding your feet under your twelve year old knees
I know you're much older
Red wine lips pushed apart slightly by
pearly teeth that protrude only lightly
you can rest your face on the warm
sun kissed bitumen
drinking vodka and lemonade from a used
Live My ArtWould you like to paint my canvas?Live My Art6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the stone colours of the ground you stand on
In the unique colours of the eyes you see with
In the dryed colours of the air you breath in
In the dark colours of the jealously you contain
In the simple colours of the rainbow you hide
In the definitive colours of the heart you love
In the silk colours of the lips you touch
In the light colours of the happiness you hold
In the plain colours of the sorrow you carry
Would you like to paint my canvas?
A true Guardian AngelA true Guardian Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A true Guardian angel, is a fallen one. She is the only one who understands what it's like to be beaten down
to the lowest point, cast out from her home, turned back on her only light... That is a true guardian angel.
She will not turn on you, but she will help you through what she knows best, hoping she will be salvaged herself.
Fallen angels roam the Earth, looking for their way back to light. They usually watch over the dead, and if you're
lucky, you will see one, and if you're really lucky, you have one protecting you. Not all angels are meant to
stay in heaven, so they are abandoned, beat, and lost... A fallen angel cares for humans, where high angels care
only for themselves, and their light they are surrounded in. So, when you see a fallen angel, instead of kicking
kicking her down, pick her up and help her... you never know, maybe she will become your guardian angel...
PercentilesWe're the different ones; the artists, the poets,Percentiles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the musicians sitting in a far off world at the back of all your classes, those that don't
say much unless amongst friends, who
slowly sink into their skin as the years
go by and who find themselves by the maps
on the backs of their arms, not the front
We're those kids who get far too passionate
about history, discussing philosophy as though
it were the changing weather and ridden
with unsatisfied answers about the way
this place works, not merely content with
the spoon-fed ideals so easily consumed.
We're that one-third of young people
actually caring about who's ruining
the country, who let themselves be heard
if it's worth cutting through the noise
and the understanding that sometimes
one song can mean more than an entire string
So here's to the thirty-three percent of us
who would rather live for something
meaningful, as opposed to the latest trend,
the ones that don't mind a shade of obscurity
Swelling Curse-HaileyHailey had just arrived to her home, it had been a long day and she needed to relax. Yawning, she grabbed bottled water from the fridge and chugged it down in one breath. Sometimes, she wished that she had a car, it was a long walk from the café and she was sweating like crazy. And needed something cool to help her cool off. Thank god she kept lots of bottled water in the fridge, and a few frozen in the freezer. Taking a deep breath, Hailey had grabbed another bottle of water and walked to the couch and started to drink that as well.Swelling Curse-Hailey4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She didn't bother to change out of her yellow t-shirt or her black shorts. It was just a beautiful day that she wanted to enjoy the great feel of the coolness against her skin
Yawning, Hailey grabbed a book and started to read, she was happy to finally catch up on her book, she had been meaning too but never had a chance too with work and trying to keep up with her friends. Sighing once more, Hailey just started to read her book.
After all, what could
Devil May Cry - DanteThe hunter dresses from black to red,Devil May Cry - Dante11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the demons he finds end up dead.
Losing his family to evil years before
he has vowed to close horrors door.
Faster and better he gets,
he knows his promises will be kept.
Standing alone in the dark of the night,
this hunter has come to protect the light.
Standing above the ones who threaten the peace,
'The legendary dark knight Sparda?! It can't be!' they cry
'You're right' the hunter answers
'I'm his son, Dante. Now, time to die.'
Masochists Do Not LoveIt is not the love that inspires me,Masochists Do Not Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the pain.
The sounds of my aching heart
as you devour it;
Each strip torn away
and held between your teeth
with the glint of a warriors triumph
held so neatly behind your eyes.
Who could love a masochist?
One who openly welcomes
the cold touch of disappointment
by each unguarded smile and
I planted the seed of my
watered the very ground I
would soon trample
with broken feet and
tended to a garden
filled with unshed desires.
I am but a weakened play-thing,
conveniently placed for the
frustration of others,
there is no sign of life beneath
the arched back and serrated sighs;
Only the hollow conviction
of what was once set in stone.
There is nothing like comfort
in revelations one should
only the self-loathing
and quiet deterioration
that have made poor companions
in the past,
coming now to point fingers
and whisper what could have been.
Depend on no one but yourself. they said,
Hold OnWaking up in a twilight sceneHold On4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
won't be long for sun to intervene.
Her face as wet as morning dew,
she's so beautiful yet never knew.
Pity and regret make haven in her mind,
from a past that she can't just toss back behind.
Even the songbirds couldn't spare her a whistle,
and every rose she picked up seems to bear a thistle
She now sits in the yard
and tries very hard,
to keep it together
in chilled fall weather.
Sometimes things empower her, and the darkness screams,
wanting to snatch her soul from her and devoid her of dreams.
Yet, realizing in time light shall break out
she faces her fears and erases her doubt.
Knowing Heaven will put her heart back in its place,
she basks in the sunlight that falls on her face.
To Heaven she thankfully gave a bow,
it's not what she did then, but what she does now.
And what better truth is there by far,
than to know that you can come as you are!
She's been weak for so long, now she's ready for strength,
she will walk her path regardless of length.
The day the Heavens went outToday the mighty heavens went outThe day the Heavens went out6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stopped shining their stars so bright
Because your fire was extinguished
And you passed away in the night
Living alone makes my blackened soul scream
Seconds become decades and I in agony I writhe
Are you happy now youve abandoned me?
How do you expect me to remain alive?
Poison darling, couldnt you have fought it out?
My nightmares see you hanging there
So lifeless, cold, unnecessary
Asking me to stay here was too unfair
Heaven turned out her lights so she could welcome you in
Roll out the red carpet at the pearly gates
But dont go in just yet
Im coming to join you so just wait
And guess what, Ive got someone for you to meet
Inside me is your, no, our child
We shall raise it together in heaven
I thought of that as I died and then I smiled
That fateful day that I met you at the park
Was the best and worst of my life
It brought me such joy
But was the reason I killed myself with a knife
For All Intents and PurposesDeath is a peaceful thing.For All Intents and Purposes6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
When I was four, my grandfather died, and my mother said he was in a better place, that he was happy and peaceful. I didn't believe her. I thought that, when you die, you go to a horrid place that no light touches. No, I didn't believe her at all. I do now though because, when you die, you feel as though they can never hurt you again.
Who are they?
People. Are they?
Everything hurts when you're in the real world.
Here, no one can betray you. Nothing is real, nothing matters.
My name is Thomas Hunt, and I am, for all intents and purposes, dead.
Time.The first timeTime.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your face was blurry.
I had to leave, I was in a hurry.
Three years ago, I remember well.
Like my favorite flower, that significant smell.
All the time
My mind never sleeps, you're always there.
That's how it's supposed to be, that makes my life fair.
The last time
I hope it is far away for the both of us.
I hope to go first, I could never bare such a loss.
To see that there is no time left to see.
It's getting too dark to see that there is nothing left to see.
All I want honey, is to be real.
I want you to believe in what you see,
when you look at me.
Convince her that she's...Tell her that she makes you happy. That sex is great. That it's all you could hope for and it fills you. Satiate her. Walk her through tall trees with your hand protecting her delicate fingers. Teach her all the things about horticulture you once knew but really don't, and engross her in chat about the arts instead - how theatre is dead and colours don't mix.Convince her that she's...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smile when you wake because you are next to her.
Smile pre-wake semi-conscious because she is next to you.
Spill her poetry over breakfast and tea with no milk (you are a connoisseur, after all). Tell her you stand in dawn at 4AM just to see her breathe. Just the way you like it. Just the way the light touches her breast and smooths her lips for your hunger-love. Convince her there is no other, and "we" are all that you can guarantee. Tell her to live in the moment. Make her laugh like golden silk at the naked truth that is your soul. Tell her she's your world and you could die trudging her horizons. Then switch roles and give her
Home-Schooleddo not teach meHome-Schooled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do not stand in front of a
chalk dusty black board and
expect me to listen
do not bombard me with
long phrases and dreary
speeches and expect me to
hang on to every word that
falls out of your drooling
do not show me diagrams
and pictures and expect me
to tear apart the symbols
and reach a deeper, more
do not teach me, for i have
already been taught
i learned my arithmetic by
counting each star in the sky
every night until i knew my
multiplication table forwards
i learned history by listening
to the stories whispered to
me on windy days by trees
that have lived through
each war and revolution
i learned english by reading
the words written out by
clouds that are more
complicated than any
shakespearean play could ever
i learned science by watching
the world around me grow
and die in a never ending
cycle that no text book could
ever capture the true lesson
do not teach me, for i am a child of nature
and i've already been home
new style try-outspeak your mind,new style try-out4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
mind your words,
words can hurt,
hurt is pointless,
pointless should not be,
you are perfect,
perfect and unique
unique like me
me and myself,
myself and I,
I know I am
To the beat of solemn life.Heartstrings are stuck in her throat.To the beat of solemn life.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They pull out like spaghetti and tangle like a Lady with her Tramp.
They are pulled and they tear like barbed wire, poking peepholes and caution through the walls of her soft, freckled flesh.
This makes her throat like a battle field; saggy bodies torn from landmine and limb, no legs, no legs. She chokes like the distress calls of a mother searching boldly for her duckling, with gunshots and screams filling the air among the sirens and smoke,
blood pouring from lagoons of overflowing tissues and bandages and hostile wounds,
Suddenly and achingly calm, she breathes and her throat clams.
It dries up like the ocean in a rut, and she is a crumpled heap on the floor,
heartstrings half-splayed-half-clutched in coiled fingers,
no legs, no legs and struggling to stay afloat.
She splutters and coughs up fluid and grease, tar and gunmetal grey. She coughs up memories half-forgotten on purpose, tormented souls of the damned, and the realisation that