Falling From Grace-songIve been clinging onto you for so long,Falling From Grace-song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That when I try to live without you, I cant breathe.
Oh, you make everything better, whole.
I cant believe how you turn my world around
But all good things, must come to an end, they say,
And I know this wont last.
Itll break my heart and shatter my soul,
And Ill cry .
And Im falling .
Im falling from grace
I look in the mirror and I see my falling tears.
And my heart crumbles as I think of what you said
You lied to me,
You told me wed be together forever.
And now youre gone
And Im losing my mind altogether.
And I cant bear,
The thought of us not being together
And I cant help
Feeling this way and crying, oh,
Ill cry .
Ill cry .
And Im falling
Im falling oh
yeah Im falling
Im falling from grace
Run AwayLets pack up and go.Run Away6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lets run away.
Don't look back,
we'll be okay.
The night will fall,
the moon will shine.
As we flee this place,
it'll be our only guide.
That song in our hearts.
The wind in our souls.
We'll have one another
to help us meet our goals.
A poetic melody in the air.
Smelling our sweet freedom.
We believe, we know
we are free from them.
Our hearts beating as one
in this field on tonight.
You whisper in my ear,
'We're going to be alright...'
You hold me close
and run your fingers through my hair.
And I finally see
that you truely care....
Life, Love, LostLightened Love-Lips lying,Life, Love, Lost6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a miserable murder mouth,
in the dark dancer's face,
hands holding the harmony,
shivering safe sanctuary,
enclosed eyes exploding,
Life, Love, Lost!
I Love YouThere must be some easier way to say these words,I Love You6 years ago in Ballad More Like This
but no matter what I try and say, the wrong thing might be heard.
I wish I could be there for you when you need me,
but it will probably not happen today, unfortunately.
I've been thinking over the same words for a while,
but I'm able to say them without you there but always with a smile.
There's always the vulnerability I've always had,
and it really makes me feel kind of sad.
Why can't you be here right now?
I need you, but the question is how.
I really miss your smile,
for it has been such a while.
Every now and again, I feel myself crying at night.
Maybe because I'm falling without a fight.
I want to be with you,
but it's hard because you might not get the clue.
Every night, I close my eyes and it's you I see in my dreams,
I feel like I'm not splitting at my own seams.
But one thing is for sure,
you're always in my heart and I don't want anything more.
Don't get me wrong,
I realize this sounds more like a song.
But everything I've s
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
A Story is WrittenA Story is Written3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. I am a blacksmith.
She didn't take off her heavy black hood when she walked into my shop, but the air didn't go cold and the wind didn't pick up either, so I figured she wasn't a witch. I was about to ask if she needed anything made or repaired, but she spoke first.
"Do you have any sons or apprentices?" she asked rather abruptly.
"I have an adopted son. My nephew actually."
Really? she asked, a little too eagerly. I swore her eyes lit up. "How did you come to adopt him?"
"My poor sister died in childbirth," I explained. "She never talked much about the boy's father. I really don't know anything about him....Why do you ask?" Why did she want to know?
"Perfect!" She actually rubbed her hands together. "I need him to go on an adventu--er--errand...to the next town...to deliver a letter."
"The boy's only ten," I exclaimed.
From the look on her face, that didn't seem to make a difference. I tried again, speaking much more slowly this time.
"Which means that I'm not sending
Scribbled OutScribbled Out6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been scribbled out ~ lost it all in the fight ~
at one point I even forgot what I was fighting for.
But I do know this: they are all gone. I am not sure if I just misplaced my pencil or someone else won my words ~ as if they are stapled to some random wall with a pretty blue ribbon and I am left with an honorable mention plaque made from Paper Mache.
Or maybe it is me that is scribbled out. Someone has taken their dulled pencil in fist and rubbed the paper raw, rubbed it right through until all that is left is a huge hole and the desk is covered with a thick layer of lead.
Is that all I am? lead on plywood? Someone's stick figure to delete at their whim?
I dont know.
Its been one of those days weeks years
She promises it will get better.
Or she would if she knew how to word it without coming across cliché.
Either way I understand. That part at least. The rest well Im going to see if I can find a new pencil and
The Bad ManGather round, children, and listen to the tale of the bad man.The Bad Man6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Now remember, the bad man isn't here and he can't hurt you.
It's just a story about a man who was very, very bad.
Quiet now, listen to my story of the bad man.
When I was a very young boy, I knew another young boy.
We used to play football on the big, green fields.
One day the young boy who was not a day over six,
stopped playing football with me.
Two years later we were in the same class.
He was quite fat, and I, quite slim.
I always made sure to never sit next to him
because he was the fat kid, and I was slim.
It was only a few years later when the fat kid
was sick of being told he was so fat.
He punched me in the mouth and knocked out a tooth.
I believe this is when he became the bad man.
When the bad man and I were in high school
we had English and Science together.
He was always a good writer, and understood the world like I never did.
Naturally, I barely passed, and he barely worked.
That year was quite a nice one for
What you mean to meIn soft whispers I long to call your nameWhat you mean to me6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Softly wanting your heart to tame
Telling myself it isn't true
That I don't think that way of you
I turn my thoughts away
To the things of the day
Then my mind wanders back to your soft eyes
My heart begins to beat it's gentle cries
I tell myself that things are already done
That there is nothing else to say, nowhere to run
I've tried to hide it deep within
Only passing glimpses seep again
The link that pulls between us now
I try to avoid it, somehow
Whenever we speak or touch
I feel it overwhelming, too much
I refuse to run or cower
I won't hide away again in my tower
Yet, your heart you've locked away from me
Nothing I've done has brought forth the key
So while I hope and I try to dream
I know that nothing is what it would seem
The doors seem to open and then to close
Sometimes I wish that it was my heart that froze
This little game of chess we play
Holding back the things we want to say
How much longer must we wait
Before we truly try to ope
HopeCan a broken heart truly feel these things?Hope6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is willing to be shattered yet again,
for the sake of a fool's fancy called love.
Feelings new bring to life memories old.
The mind laughs at the heart for ignorance,
continually searching for its mate.
The heart carries on despite the wounds
trusting in a force unseen it trudges on.
Willing to accept the ultimate pain again,
for a promise to be fulfilled.
Its hope is that the one that could do the most damage
would bring the most joy.
For when it finds its match
Love will find its home
Security intertwining the two,
forever, together, in the promise made so long ago.
apologies.youre cryingapologies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every shudder feels like an earthquake
and every death is caused by me.
its a bit late for apologies now, isnt it?
It will never be the same,
You and I: we went through
No, the heartbreaks came and went
and we stayed put, my friend.
But when one breaks the other
how can we still love one another?
You are the better person here:
you bear it. somehow.
(I cannot; it drowns me
skins me alive
breaks me to see you hurt
and I want to murder whoever did it to you)
I love you, and
you will always love me,
just a little
Waiting to askI cant dance till Im with youWaiting to ask6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im stepping empty steps til youre here
It takes two to dance the tango
Takes you not to arrive for a tear
We feel wings lift us up
as I wrap my arms around your waist.
and we trip and you stand on my foot,
your smile assures me you were worth the wait
before I see you again, let me remember this night,
and wish that every night was like this, just
to see your face as those keys take flight,
and you smile because you must
snap back to now and forget about then,
every nights different with the same basic feel.
next time I ask you only need to answer when?
how long till the dance-floor is real?
Undress MeYou undress me with a single glance followed byUndress Me6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A solitary smile of upturned lips.
The kind of smile that shines from your eyes.
One that wrinkles your nose and underneath your eyes.
The fire dancing across the deepest of blue hues that ignites the passion inside.
You undress me by layers like peeling a banana or an orange.
Getting down to the nitty gritty of what makes me tick.
Like clock work I can see the desire etched across your face.
You undress me from head to toe without having me in your bed.
Stand at the bar naked in your eyes.
No need for intros, you're already fucking me in your mind.
Parched lips and hardening dick, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Already lovers in your fantasy land filled of hot girls riding you
Like a bull from across the bar.
You undress me with your eyes as I encourage it
As I lower my breasts to hard wooden table.
Soft, delicate giggles slip past my lips
As I let my tits do the talking for words don't need to be said.
It would ruin this moment of eye se
Coffee Breaksthe mugCoffee Breaks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lies like a bouquet of spring bloom in your hands
coffee, the seeping beauty through your lips.
I remember the times I learned to make coffee.
4 AM blues, a mother crying and a father
fathomless words bury themselves alive into my skin
hollow, raw scars of teeth craving to rip them out
the cat stuck in a corner of my mind shrieks
that I love you
and the way you drink your coffee
5 minute energy-packed tasteless shifts in our realities
but I silently watch you instead.
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
Nefis Contest Entry - TCoRThe Colour of RosesNefis Contest Entry - TCoR7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roses float through the still water
Twined in love's last embrace
Their gathered kin wave goodbye from shore
It is not yet their time.
The shadows of my body chase the moonlight away
The light is leaving
I gaze goodbye, content that my time has come
Goodbye, my love.
Do not follow me, do not set foot in these waters
The ripples deceive as they mingle with rose petals
Fragrant incense floats from its surface
But it is for the dead's peace, not the living's.
My mourning shroud holds me where I lie
A dead weight of fine silk
But I am at peace.
My glance drifts upward for a last glimpse of life
Of light and love and softly falling tears
Then the current sucks my pale form in
And all that's left is the red roses
Sighing in the moonlight.
Mensa Neologisms[Read Artist's Comments to understand]Mensa Neologisms6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A. Scimitar : A broad curved sword with the edge on the convex side.
B. Scimibar : The ghetto substitute for a sword. Usually some kind of metal piping or crowbar.
A. Microbe : A microorganism.
B. Midrobe : A tiny personal wardrobe. Has magical properties similar to Mary Poppins's purse, as many things can be stored in it despite its size.
A. Penis : The male genital organ.
B. Peni : Multiple penises, sometimes together.
A. Vagina : The female genital organ.
B. Vaginia : A fantastical nation in which a tribe of women rule over all, and the men are enslaved.
A. Scot-free : Being without penalty or obligation.
B. Scot-free : In the state of having been relieved of a particularly annoying Scotchman.
A. Demijohn : A large bottle usually encased in whickerwork.
B. Demijohn : A male offspring of a godly port-a-potty, toilet, or other form of object that consumes human excretions.
A. Machination : To scheme.
B. Machination : A natio
flames of insanityThe flame is litflames of insanity6 years ago in Other More Like This
Screams fill the air.
but not of fright,
God no, not of fright.
Of excitement, that's what.
God damn pure excitement.
Gotta fucking love that.
But you're under the impression
That the flame is a physical fire, yes?
Sadly we aren't burning our bodies to death.
Our minds though,
They are raging of heat.
We are burning our selves to insanity
And we're taking you for the ride.
A Sweet PeomTo the hear the siren's songA Sweet Peom6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For which I have longed.
The question in which
Where has my siren gone?
From my sight she has fled.
For which I have dreaded.
I miss her face
And all of her grace.
Her words so sweet
Her smile so wild.
She was such a treat
And a temper so mild.
I miss my siren
She has been gone for awhile.
My heart is trying
Not to forget her smile.
So if you see my siren
Please please tell her
My heart is crying
And wants to hear her.
So siren please come along
And sing you song.
That is all I long
To hear your song.
A Place For YouA Place For You:A Place For You6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wait before you go,
Dont run away again,
Why dont you stay and talk it out
Ive heard what you said,
And Im trying to understand,
The decision was yours to make and you did
A few months sharing everything thing
Is all but left behind
And I would do anything
To keep your devotion alive
But I didnt need it,
And I didnt want it,
Denials all Im left to hold
And how can I face you
And try to hold onto
The only love Ive ever known
Can I put you away?,
Inside a silver
To keep you safe when it comes around,
Ill save a place for you,
Where ever I go
But you say just walk away,
But I dont know how!
But I didnt need it,
And I didnt want it,
Denials all Im left to hold
And how can I face you
And try to hold onto
The only love Ive ever known
Ive ever known
I didnt need it,
No I didnt want it
Whyd you have to hurt me this way?
This moment feels lik
I never told youI never told you...I never told you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much I really loved you
How much it meant to me that you never told me I was too young or too small
How much influence you had on my way of thinking
How much I appreciated and treasured you
How proud I was of you
How much I wanted to know of your life
How I admired your steadfast faith
How I loved your sense of humor
And now that its too late, I wish- .
That Id asked you so many more questions
That Id taken the time to listen to you more
That Id come to visit you more often
That you could come and have coffee with me now
That you could put things into perspective for me again
That you knew how much I miss you
Why do we need to experience loss in order to appreciate what we already have?