My Light Releases MeI call for my Angel,My Light Releases Me8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
She hears my cry,
The Darkness hides from,
The Light in the sky.
I hear my Angel,
She calls out my name
I see my Angel,
Her smile is the same.
I take her hand,
She leads me to the Light,
She saved my from,
My terrible Night.
The Darkness hides from,
Her guiding Light,
The Darkness is gone now,
It causes no fright.
My Angel guides me,
She shows me the way,
She lights my heart,
And she's here to stay.
How Much Longer...?How much longer will I be able to say I love you?How Much Longer...?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much longer will I be able to hear you voice?
Or hug you and smell the sweet scent that lingers on your jacket?
I hug you tight every time I can...
I say I love you with heartfelt sincerity all the time...
I pray when I see you I'll have you for another day...
I refuse to believe the day when you will no longer be walking this earth...
It hurts like a knife to even think or mention it...
Just promise you won't give up yet...
I still have many "I love you's" to say...
Obituary for Yankee StadiumObituary for Yankee StadiumObituary for Yankee Stadium6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
By Tedd Heide
This Sunday marked the last game at historic Yankee Stadium. Next year, the Yankees will be moving into the $1.3 billion new Yankee stadium, located directly across the street.
Yankee Stadium was built in 1923, after the New York Yankees were kicked out of the Polo Grounds by their rivals, the New York Giants. Built by the Cleveland firm of Osborn Engineering Co., it was the first sports venue to call itself a stadium. During the 1970s the ballpark went under major renovations. These included shortening the distances, reconfiguring the seating, and making general repairs to the structure. During its 85 year existence, The House that Ruth Built hosted 36 World Series, 4 All-Star games, and 3 papal visits.
In many ways, you could say that the end of Yankee Stadium marks the end of an era. Not just the era of Yankee Stadium, but of this modern era of baseball too. With the new retro ballpark craze, it seemed like base
YouWereMyMistake- Liberate MeLies seeping through my veinsYouWereMyMistake- Liberate Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time your cold gaze glares upon me,
You bury me under guilt and betrayal.
I didnt know humanity was this cruel.
Misery prying scars through my skin
Filled me with unsatisfied hate
You like to watch me die inside,
But only from a distance
Trust breaking through my bones
Emotionally, you probed pins through my heart
Just waiting til you hit the right spot
which would have me relapse in hysterically tears.
Happiness paralysed at the thought of you
I cant live this way any longer,
What must I do before Im free from you?
or am I condemned to suffer for this mistake?
AloneNever before in her life had Toph felt so alone.Alone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not before she had joind the gaang,
Not before she had become the Blind Bandit,
Not even before she had found the badgermoles.
The worst part was, no one could help. Katara, through all her motherly sympathy, would just make it worse, Aang was too lighthearted and carefree and Zuko was Zuko.
Sokka was why she felt so alone.
Back when they were hiding out in the fire nation, Sokka had been there for Toph. He'd been there to talk to her, and laugh with her, and generally make a fool of himself. When she had been dangling from the airship, seconds away from falling towards her death, Sokka had been the one desperately clinging to her hand, trying to keeps her alive for a few more seconds. But now, Sokka only cared about HER. Even though he had met Suki first, Toph couldn't help but feel like she was an intruder, stealing away Sokka fro her. He was TOPH'S best friend, TOPH'S companion. Sokka used to look at Toph for acceptance w
You Are BeautifulAm I fat? Am I ugly? Am I stupid? Am I hated? Am I a failure? Am I loser? Questions. Questions we ask ourselves, questions others make us think about. The kind you ask yourself as you stare in your bathroom mirror, wondering if what they say is true; wondering if what you're thinking about yourself right now is the truth. You'll try and push your stomach in, you'll try and hide your spots, hide the wrinkles that you think you see. You will do all this and pretend; pretend to be different, pretend that this person you're imagining is who you should be; is a person better than who you are right now.You Are Beautiful3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Before you know it, you're looking at those around you, wishing you were them. As you walk the halls of your school, as you walk down the nearby street. You'll convince yourself that they have everything and that you have nothing; you want their smile, their body, their hair, their face, because to you, they are better, they are something you could never be, they're beautiful and you're nothi
A wonderful Zemyx storyThey had sexA wonderful Zemyx story6 years ago in General More Like This
Snowball"Snowball!" clover yelled, "What are you doing here?" "Shhh..." Snowball replied, "What happed here? You look much thinner than I remembered." "It's Napoleon. We all have been starving & I think Squealer changed the seven commandments." Clover confessed "Let me see." Snowball said. "Hmmm...It look like he did. And look here, at the beds commandment. Aren't BLANKETS made from feathers?" It took clover a few minutes to put 2 and 2 together. Then she finally said, "Yes! It was Napoleon all along!" Clover cried. "what was Napoleon all along?" A tall muscular horse trotted out of the stable where he had been sleeping. "Boxer!!" Clover cried, "Don't tell Squealer or Napoleon that Snowball came back, or anyone else for that matter." Boxer was still groggy when Clover told him that snowball had come back, so he didn't remember. Then he finally replied, "Ok *yawn* I'm going back to bed..." Boxer bowed his head in respect and trotted back to his stable where he quickly fell back to sleep. "CloveSnowball7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A dream?As I sit and begin to ponderA dream?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my eyes close and I start to wander
into some sort of a dream scape
glance to the clock, my its late
Lids fall heavy and without a fight
as I set a drift tonight
Out on a voyage, destination unknown
going to or leaving my home
This path I follow is rough
sometimes to rough to swallow
but drift on I must, to the end
to one ultimate destination
I stop plant a seed shallow
and pause to watch it grow
it grows and I move on
drifting off a silent yawn
Slowly and steadily i move
to music like a trains groove
observing and planning, never under handing
my comrades whom which I'm understanding
Riddle or puzzle which is my fate
to love and never hate
on this journey through dream scape
glance to the clock, my its late.
InsperationOk heres the deal these quotes are not mine but there worth their weight in gold.Insperation6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
All Quote (C) Their Owners
"You Grow Up the Day You Have Your First Real Laugh at Yourself" [Ethel Barrymore]
"Creative Minds Have Always Been Known To Survive Any Kind Of Bad Training" [Anna Freud]
"Minds Are Like Parachutes they only function when open" [Thomas Dewar]
"Reality Is Something You Rise Above"
"Attempt the Impossible In Order To Improve Your Work" [Bette Davis]
Man Must Shape His Tools Lest They Shape Him [Arthur Miller]
Great Things Are Not Done By Impulse, But By a Series of Smaller Things Brought Together
[Vincent Van Gogh]
You Must First Have a Lot of Patience to Learn To Have Patience [Stanislaw J. Lec]
Just Dont Give Up Trying To Do What You Really Want To Do. Where There Is Love and Inspiration, I dont Think You Can Go Wrong [Ella Fitzgerald]
We Must Never Forget That Art Is Not a Form of Propagand
A Weakened Heart part 5The next morning. Evan opened her eyes to find the sun up. Evan yawned then she heard her mom yell at her from downstairs.A Weakened Heart part 58 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
"Evan wake up or you'll miss the bus to Wesley." Said Ms. Lyoko. Evan rolled her eyes got her clothes and ran downstairs to the bathroom. "Hi mom." She said as she ran right by her. Ms. Lyoko got confused. Most of the time when Evan wakes up she is a bit crabby.
Evan walked out of the bathroom in her red tank-top and her blue jeans. Then she ran into the kitchen where her mom was in her robe making breakfast. Evan ran up to her and gave her a kiss. "Well, aren't we happy today?" She said to her daughter. Evan smiled with food in her mouth. She nodded and then left the kitchen grabbed her bag and her French horn and headed out the door. "Bye sweetie. Have a good time." She yelled as Evan left.
Evan sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come and pick her up. As she waited she read a book. "Hummm…" she sighed. "I hope it isn't boring over at this schoo
The Culinary Tastes of Aliens"What have you done?"The Culinary Tastes of Aliens6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"The juices on your planet are delectable," he said, as though he hadn't heard her. She looked around her kitchen. There was blood and fur everywhere, and were those bits of bone?
"You ruined my juicer!"
He gave the appliance a dirty look. "Yes. You should probably go and purchase one of higher quality."
She was afraid to ask, but morbid curiosity took over. "What did you use?"
"I believe you call them 'squirrels'. Tomorrow I shall catch the avian you call a 'bluejay'. If it tastes half as good as the squirrel I believe I shall stay here for a long time."
For Mr. BushI've never felt like I wasn't aloneFor Mr. Bush7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Searching the same places never finding home
my feet are tired and my arms are sore
from the wieght of the world I carry aboard
These shoulders cant take it for much longer
If it dosen't kill me I get stronger
But if it does and I am dead I could rest my head
Until then I'm invisible unless proven otherwise
I dont hear the lies
All those lies that are forced on me
violence is no answer until it seems to be
then its acceptable like a good chat
so with pain in my eyes I grabbed the bat
and with a heavy swing I made you all crack
I shattered the glass of society in no time
Brought down hypicritical rulers with this line
I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR BULLSHIT ANY MORE!
:heart:why does my heart beat so fast when I think of you?:heart:8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could it be?
why does my stomach do flip flops before I know we're going to met.
it can't be.
how come I sit here waiting for an email that half of my heart doesn't think will come?
how can it be?
when you don't smile, I get sad.
when you don't see me, I feel invisible.
but when you smile, my head spins.
and when you see me, my heart leaps.
your laughter is intoxicating,
and when you bounce up and down like that, it makes me want to laugh too.
you suddenly make my late nights later, because I can't stop thinking about you.
even if I try to focus, my wayward thoughts wonder towards you.
could it be?
it can't be?
The Wind of DestinyOh how I see the beauty of the Gokko Bird,The Wind of Destiny5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in times of the ancient Groak Desert in the Unnamed World,
They were worshiped as gods and were always served.
About the size of an ox but green like the grass,
And flies away when sensing danger,even from the scent of poisonous gas.
4 different collors of green,but most say it is the collor of emerald,
Their chicks are trained,fed,but never scold.
Related to a mo-hawked parrot,but doesn't talk,
It flies,it pecks,it nurses,and can sometimes walk.
The way it flies,Gokko Birds drag strong winds behind their tail feathers and wings,
Oh how the Gokko Birds wings are beautiful then when it sings.
As I ride on the back of the Gokko Bird,
I can hear voices somewhere in the skis saying"God has written the word Truth on your soul."
Then I soon realized that truth was another word for "live."
As the Gokko Bird migrated to Sidney,Australia.
I later figured out that the voices weren't signs of madness nor illusion,for it was calling to me,for it was a