Irish BalladPick up your crowbarIrish Ballad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pick up your knife
Don't forget your baseball bat
Put on your rosary
Once for God
Twice for good luck
Take a swig from your flask
And refill it for later
As you pass your children's room
Promise you will see them again
Walk out your front door
Maybe for the last time
Join your brothers
Collecting in the street
As ready for battle as you
Some may die today
But your cause will not
Unless you flee
Instead you lead them
Down the street
Toward your final goal
They follow you to their fate
Never ending clan warfare
You walk toward the square
More of your brothers join in tow
You see the square
Already flooded with Germans
They tried to kick you out
Now you're back for revenge
You won't give in this time
You won't break rank and run
If they want a fight
You'll give it to them
If they want a battle
You'll give it to them
If they want a war
You'll give it to them
If they want a massacre
You'll never give it to them
You'll never let'em take your city
Digital PaintingDigital Painting10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I have sat hesitantly in this chair, a supposed master yet apprentice before this computer. Making the decision to show up is eighty percent of the matter, as Woody Allen says. But I wonder how to step through the vault of this daunting image file; an overwhelming expanse 5000 pixels wide, and 7000 more in depth, reaching past the visibility of my screen's self-contained 17 inches. The possibilities are intimidating, yet it eagerly beckons me, challenging my creativity to show it all I have.
This digital drawing tablet is a smooth, technological surface of receptors. Its design is purely to translate the ever perpetuating canvas of my mind into languages that microchips can understand and spread back before me, in an outward, tangible reflection of my inner world. It seems like an ideal relationship, but that relationship remains barren. And so I wonder, where does the ribbon snag between my dreams and the screen before
Irish FieldsIrish fields made my eyesIrish Fields10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I make the Irish skies
Irish sun made my hair
Irish blood everywhere
Irish travels made my face
Irish horses set my pace
Irish blood made my veins
Flowing through like Irish trains
Irish rivers made my curves
Irish temper made my nerves
Irish fields made my eyes
Now I make the Irish skies
Boys Do CryBoys Do Cry11 years ago in Open More Like This
if you told her
that you loved her,
and your heart was denied,
if you ever
really loved her,
wouldn't you have cried?
i tried to tell you
that i am happy,
i'm sorry to say i lied,
how can i be so happy
after all these hours i've cried?
we tried to see
what you and me
i'm not a flea,
it's not your fault
that my heart died,
it's not your fault,
before i met you i still cried.
Synchronised SilenceSynchronised SilenceSynchronised Silence10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the light in here is flickering like
a match at war with the wind
and the warm air circulating about you
echoes the running of rivers beneath your breath
i am paralysed between trembling pauses
with our slender arms outstretched
and as we rest in this synchronised silence
i close my eyes
IrelandIreland9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today, on this day
I rekindled the dying fire
Is Éireannach me
i love the land of Eire.
I cling to it, it is my rock
It stands tall, a great spire
forever, my love, Éireann go Brách
i love the land of Eire.
IrelandRolling hills of home,Ireland11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Windy days of green meadows.
Forests of trees,
Rainy days of gray shadows.
My land is never ugly,
The truth obviously shows.
Ireland, that beautiful place,
Where everything magic goes.
The Willow TreeThe Willow Tree6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meet me under the willow tree
It's our own summer shade;
The sweet, warm grass between our toes
Inside the emerald cave.
Kiss me under the willow tree
The leaves an autumn gold;
They flurry by as you walk me home
Before the night grows cold.
Hold me under the willow tree
We'll watch the winter snow;
Sharing warmth and sharing love
I'll pray you never go.
Marry me under the willow tree
Spring blossoms above our heads;
Birdsong follows the eternal vows
As you carry me to our bed.
An Lamh an Luascann anCliabhanAn Lamh an Luascann anCliabhan10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Lámh a Luascann an Cliabhán
Bhí an fear óg ag troid
Leis an gclaíomh's leis an ngunna.
Dhíshealbhaigh sé an rí gallda
Ach fuair sé bás
Tá an seanfhear ag troid
Leis an vóta 's le focail.
Cuireann sé a dhuine don Dáil
Anam an Phobail a shábháil
Ach is fearr an ógbhean a dhéanamh
Le focail Ghaeilge a rá i gcogar le leanbh
Ná na claímhte 's na gunnaí go léir
'S dlíthe 's óráidí mórga
TRANSLATION, FOR THE UNADVENTUROUS
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
The young man fought
With the sword and the gun.
He evicted the foreign king
But gave his life.
The old man fights
With the vote and words.
He sends his man to the Assembly
To save the countrys soul.
But the young woman does more
With Gaelic words whispered to a babe
Than all the swords and guns
And laws and lofty speeches.
HeldWe loved like arson:Held8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
glow floats around like smoke, and distorts us,
restless, and tangles around the rafters,
the room imbued: remnants of star-fuelled lust.
We loved like fireworks, comets and fireflies.
We traced paths through constellations for hours,
across freckled skies, tasting the stars
with every kiss. The night went on for miles.
Now a cathartic still whispers, lingers
as the room burns orange in the morning's
luster. The carmine light bares a warning:
To keep my distance, or I'd clash with hers.
I leave her to draw the blinds, casting shad-
ows like prison-cell bars across the bed.
Dictionary of Northern IrelandDictionary of Northern Ireland12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ah - I or me. "Ah don't feel well"
Ahm - I'm
Aminal - Mispronounciation of animal.
Ampinat? - "Aren't I not?" in context of asking for support from a peer of a claim etc.
Aye - Yes.
Ballix - Bollocks, thats bollocks (in centext of disagreement).
Bake - Face
Bate - Beat. "I'll bate u about"
Beef - Penis. "I slipped her tha beef."
Beezer - Good/great.
Beg - Bag.
Bout ye? - Hello. How are you?
Banjaxed - Broken/drunk.
Blacks - Police.
Blackneck - Member of paramilitary organisation.
Buck - Sexual intercourse.
Cheeser - See "beezer". Also slang for the drug ecstacy.
Chinky - Chinese food/take away.
Childern - Mispronounciation of "children".
Cracker - See "beezer".
Creamed - Quite tired.
Cyar - Car.
Cyat - Cat.
Carry out - Substantial amount of alcohol purchased from an "Offie" or off-licence.
Crack/craic - Atmosphere. "Whats the crack like?" meaning "what's up?"
Cheerio - Goodbye.
Dander - A walk. "Im away fer a dander."
Do'er - Door.
Doughbag - A silly person.
lamara - tomorrow
DifferentYou know how in the third gradeDifferent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone had to make a poster about themselves,
And they had to name their favorite song
Their favorite actor,and the person who inspires them?
And you know the way
We would never know what to say?
So we simply made things up
Because we weren't sure the real world-anywhere outside the playground
Would accept us
So we repeated what they told us instead
Our parents inspire us,or our teacher does
Or some famous family-friendly athlete
We weren't quite fake,but we definitely weren't real yet
We were just carbon copies of our elders
And I used to think nothing could change that
Then my sister said she wanted a Whoopi Goldberg themed birthday
Instead of Justin Bieber or Hannah Montana
And she filled out her 'about me' poster when the third grade started,
Listing Ozzy Osbourne as her favorite singer
And her inspiration as me
She said I was a genius,funny,and pretty
And that she loved me
She said she wanted to be just like me someday
And she smiled innocently,
I wanna protect you:NaruSasu11I wanna protect you:NaruSasu117 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 11: Don't think... that everything has a second chance...
Somewhere in the drenched Konoha village, Sasuke thought he heard Naruto shout his name and he looked back towards the direction of Naruto's house.
He started to walk towards it but then paused.
How am I supposed to see Naruto again? Thee one who broke his promise and friendship? Sasuke thought, No... I can't go and see him...
Sasuke turned his back, away where Naruto currently had lost his mind and unintentially had unleashed the monster from deep inside him.
Naruto woke up to find himself on the floor, not recalling how he got there.
He didn't know what happened until he sees his hand and find it all red with blood.
When he tried to stand up, every inch of his body burned.
He forced himself to sit up with great difficulty and then looked around the living room where additional scratches were made, splattered with fresh blood.
Naruto skipped school that day and walked around town where unfor
For One Night OnlyTick tockFor One Night Only6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
GHOST OF YOUCome into my prisonGHOST OF YOU8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I dare you to escape
In these walls of beaten marble
Every failing is the same
Will you wander there to save me?
For in darkness you will find
You'll lose yourself to shadows
In the safety of your mind
Step into the silence
And I wonder if you'll scream
There's no one here but phantoms
And the fallen do not dream
Will you stay there just to hold me?
For in death you'll see the truth
I lost myself in darkness
Just to be the ghost of you
SomeoneSometimesSomeone6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder what it'd feel like
To find someone who cares
Someone who's alway there
He'd hold me in his arms
And never cause me harm
I'll sit out here in the moonlight
And hope my dreams come true
I'll be waiting here for you
So baby if you hear my plea
Please come looking here for me
Cause nobody wants to know their all alone
People just want to know that they belong
That somone is waiting for them out there
That love is waiting for them somewhere
And I know
Deep in my heart and soul
That if I wait patiently
You will come and rescue me
And there'll be no more tears
Cause you'll be right here
And I know that day will come
Someday I'll find someone
EarthBig green treesEarth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Clear blue skys
Fresh planted flowers
All a disguise
A perfect picture
Of natures way
It rots with decay
Clear blue rivers
Lap at the shore
Covering the fact
It's roten to the core
Birds sing out loud
As they nest in the trees
Covering the sound
Of the earth as she screams
Our earth is dying
And we should know
But we do nothing
To help her grow
Maybe not tomorrow
But in days to come
The earth will die out
Then what will we have won?
We must act now
Before it's too late
We have to change
To avoied our fate
I wanna protect you:Narusasu:1I wanna protect you:Narusasu:17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: The characters of Naruto and settings are all owned by Masashi Kishimoto not me.
This story is not true.
Note before:I should warn before you read this story, that you might not understand some of things I say and think of me as a bad writer, but this is probably because I write in Japanese expressions. There are things that may only be understandable to Japanese people, and I dont know which part involves these cultural feelings is Japanese or not (or its just me being really bad at writing stories), so sorry for the inconvenience.
Chapter 1: Who in the world would love me?
I don't know why... but everybody dislikes me.
They don't go near me, child or adult...
At kindergarten I met new people my age.
I knew nobody and nobody knew me but I smiled and was bei
Weep for the worldWeep for the world, peopleWeep for the world6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As we sit back and watch it die
Do nothing and ignore her
Pretend you can't hear her cry
Weep for the world, mothers
As she claims your children
One by one she takes them
And leaves you in ruins
Weep for the world, fathers
As your sons head off for war
They come back in body bags
Never knowing the freedom they fought for
Weep for the world, sisters
When your brothers don't come home
Shot down in the streets
Where in the night they choose to rome
Weep for the world, brothers
As your sisters get abused
Never knowing their worth
They stay to be used
Weep for the world, familys
Look at what we have done
You can look away from it
But from the world you can't run
Vintage 1998I opened your bottle tonight,Vintage 19986 years ago in Other More Like This
10 years of dust
shaking you free
I smelled our year,
an Italian sun on your skin,
and felt the thunder
of late night storms rumble
up my throat.
I held you in my mouth,
remembering the warmth of your lips
pressed to my own,
the way your grapes
ripened on your fingertips,
and burst sweetness in my cheeks.
I held you there,
Tuscany on my tongue,
the music of a foreign language
bringing laughter up my throat,
and a shy blush,
like wine spilled on a tablecloth.
It warmed my belly,
like the touch of a first love.
You told me once
wine was a wandering word
with no roots,
and had called my name
in an accent that tripped upon my heart
for a moment.
I wonder now how I wandered
so far from you.
I know that old expression
that the best wine is the one being currently sold,
but I must admit
I am partial to our year,
to this dusty bottle
with a faded, crumbling label,
60.SchoolPack your bag and grab your books60.School6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Change to blind the dirty looks
Shut your mouth and fire your shrink
So they can teach you how to think
Close your eyes and pass your tests
So youll be just like all the rest
In a crowd you shant be seen
Another cog in the murder machine
Theyll mould you, in no time at all
To another brick in the corporate wall.