The heart will cry out.
But the mind will remain silent.
Tears will only reveal
The hidden desire deep inside.
Diamond stars glittering in the skies.
Diamond tears shimming within the lies.
The heart will be alone.
But the mind will delve in company.
The tears will only reveal
The abondoned hope residing inside.
Diamond tears will glitter in this lie.
Diamond stars will shimmer in this sky.
The heart will dive into the darkness.
But the mind will shine in its light.
The tearls can only reveal
The lost pain hidden inside.
fairiesfairies10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's walking through the wood,
Daises in her hair,
A long silken dress,
Like the ones that pixies wear,
Her bare feet rustle the leaves,
As she walks forward at a slow pace,
She's ever so thin and looks lonely,
With a sad look upon her face,
I make a sudden rustle in the bush were I am hidden,
She spins around fast and I know I am forbidden,
I shouldn't be there watching her but I had seen her dancing at night,
From my bedroom window she'd visit the wood every night,
She would collect the daises that grew among the grass,
But I sneaked out tonight and I can see her properly at last,
I told Mum she might be a fairy but Mum says I'm going stupid,
"There's no such things as fairy's, there's not even a cupid"
But why would someone dress like this… I've become very suspicious,
I'm hoping the young girl doesn't know I'm here otherwise she could get vicious,
But she carried on looking around her then looked up at the sky,
Her eyes glinted by the light of the moon and she looked about to cry,
The dying of the fairies.We have been dying for some time. Some say it is the children, that they do not believe. They say they have forgotten childhood, that they have forgotten how to play in the streets with scrapes on their knees, like we did and do, still. Others blame the clouds of poison that roll across the earth, carried by dark winds across the country. Some blame the metal of the modern world, the iron that is everywhere you turn these days. There is even iron in the air, and we breathe death with each lungful of it. The flying ones among us say the skies are turning gray. They say they can see flames and blue sparks everywhere they go.The dying of the fairies.7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The truth is, we do not know why the gates are closing.
The birds speak numbers these days, and chitter air-wave nonsense. Their necks twitch violently from the strain of too much civilization. The squirrels are starved and dress in rags, and the foxes no longer trust us. They once had such beautiful red coats, and now they look like children wearing their parent's c
ShatteredShattered9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fairness of your mind,
Describing you in time,
Slit marks are so deep,
Enough for you to drink,
Blank stares into space,
Just like your ribbion and your lace,
That's put up in your hair,
And put up round your arms,
They cover all your scars,
The horrid marks from your past,
You can't remember childhood,
But it's all good to you,
The hurt and the abuse,
That you were suffering through,
No one sees inside,
The disorders in your mind,
Back and forth you go,
And no one seems to notice,
Your drifting far away,
Letting go, wondering astray,
If you let me live to die,
I'll die to live a life,
Do the oppisite of what you're told,
Reversing things to behold,
A life not quite worth living,
But also not quite worth losing.
I want you to be a strangerI want you to be a strangerI want you to be a stranger5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So I could meet you again
I would say 'you look gorgeous'
I would ask your name
I would smile
You would smile back
I would ask you to dance
And we would dance to the music
I would offer you a drink
And we would be drunk together
You would walk me home
And you would kiss me
I would ask you to come in
And you wouldn't doubt a minute
I would walk to my room whit you
We could get naked and sleep together
I want you to be a stranger
So we could meet again
And fall in love with you
I would say I saw in your eyes you were perfect
And you would fall in love with me
I want you to be a stranger
Now you only talk about our messed-up relationship
I want you to be a stranger
So I could ignore you
Valentine'sDayatSpringbrookFor most people, the worst thing that can happen on February 14th is a little bit of heartbreak and a maxed out credit card. But, for the residents of Springbrook Camp for the Young and Unstable, suicidal roommates, barbaric parents, overbearing psychiatrists and way-too-creepy-to-be-funny sexual advances are all things you have to watch out for on a holiday such as Valentine's Day. I know what you're thinking: "You're one to talk. You're a resident at Springbrook, too. You're probably just as messed up as everyone else here." Well, maybe I am on some deep level, but I'm functional. Even more than that, I was functional before they decided to put me in this place. I guess just like people aren't ready to accept gay love, they aren't ready to accept a boy's love for fire. It wasn't like I'd hurt anybody--I'd gone inside all the places and checked for people before lighValentine'sDayatSpringbrook5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
cloud - eight Fistfights, shotglasses, lucky pennies,cloud - eight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Starlit nights, first kisses, and goodbyes.
Beaded necklaces, Rubix cubes, cobwebs,
Glitter, sidewalk chalk, jail cells,
Paper clips, thumbtacks,
Watergun fights, broken wrists,
And envelopes in the mail.
Mangos, tangos, and failed attempts to fly,
Bonfires, stained glass windows,
Sour grapes, spring rain,
Hope, Strength, Faith, LoveConsumed with greed,Hope, Strength, Faith, Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Indulged with wealth,
Brainwashed with power,
By lacking dexterity.
Ensuing half lit souls,
Overthrown with ache,
Yearning for peace.
Hope for beatitude,
Strength must conquer;
Strive to achieve,
Accept and believe.
BurntBurnt8 years ago in Horror More Like This
The sun was melting down into someone else's tomorrow. Aching buildings stood tall amongst the last few strands of light and night began creeping up from the other horizon. Dust dampened windows of cars and trains reflected pieces of sky as shards of the burning sunset.
A block of flats had framed, within one of its tear stained windows, the face of a young boy. One of Hitler's lost Aryan children. Or so it seemed. White blonde hair encircled a gaunt face and above each raised cheekbone lay an ice crystal encased by dark lashes. Wide-eyed he stared over the edges of the city as he had done every night since he was old enough to stand. His tiny fingers scratched paint of the peeling windowsill as he waited in taut anticipation for the sun to disappear completely and for the dark of the night to reveal his beauty.
Behind him, his small room, with its bedraggled and sordid possessions, was slowly welcoming the night's cold into its cement skin. A mattress and a blanket lay in one corner n
The Day My Cat Exploded Today was the day my cat exploded.The Day My Cat Exploded5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't spectacular – it just exploded with a furious carnage across the sitting room. Perhaps I shouldn't have let it bite the wires in the fuse box… The mess itself was uninspiring; the walls would need a good bleach attempt and the couch itself was ruined. I took my coat out of the cupboard and, shifting a stack of unopened bills and other pleasantries from infront of the door, made my way outside to go to my depressingly dreary work.
The blisteringly cold air of January assaulted my face relentlessly as I did my coat up. Plugging in my headphones, I shuddered as an alarmingly loud GaGa began to screech in my ear about her bad romance – in my haste I had seemingly picked up my roommates iPod. Making the decision to endure it, I began my way down the little steps and up the road to the bus stop, known affectionately by locals as the public urinal.
Standing In front of the age-bat
Obligatory LoveJonathan loves his brother. He does, he really does. It's just that sometimes Emil can be rather... strange.Obligatory Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you've ever met Emil, you'll understand.
If you haven't, well, Jonathan and Emil are polar opposites. Really. You might think you've seen people who have nothing in common, but this is beyond that. And yes, on Jonathan's part, that's on purpose.
But that doesn't mean that he doesn't like his little brother.
Since the car-crash that killed their parents, Emil has been quite clingy.
No, no. Before you roll your eyes and think great, another 'tragedy' to make someone seem sympathetic. I'm outta here, you need to understand: it was not a tragedy. The road was slippery. The car their parents hit was that of a young couple and their 3-months-old baby daughter. The only one to survive was the kid, for some strange reason.
(Jonathan sometimes wonders if that girl will have mental issues when she grows up, wherever she is)
Jonathan and Emil weren't in or anywhere near the accid
The Dream DancerUpon the cheeks of memoryThe Dream Dancer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On sunlit smiles and starry tears
She climbs a stage of woven nights
Built upon our hopes and fears
Wrought of nought but silver mist
Her gracious float, it heeds no wind
And through her eyes of liquid glass
She sees where every joy is pinned
Her feet so soft, her hands, they drift
To silver cords and golden strings
Bundled in her arms, she lifts
And now the moon can see her prize
Its beams of light enclose her feet
On velvet steps she soon ascends
And where they meet
She bows her head to deep applause
The music starts, she now begins
To roaring rain and whistling breeze
Her ropes unstrung, she gently spins
And from her hands,
Her starry hands
These ribbons trail and lengths expand
Her fingers clasp
On glowing strands
'Till slumber pulls, and there they land
Woven of those frozen tears
That she had stored in hollow heart
Knitted of each flimsy smile
'Till night may come, and now they part
Around our sleep these cords
MoondustMoondust5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She twirls in her diamond gown,
a silver mask sparkling with stolen stars,
a galaxy crown.
Her ballroom is an attic,
warm with chestnut and maple
and the musk of roses, dried and tied.
A chandelier of gathered shells,
each alabaster jewel glinting in the half light of sunset.
The honey of the sun pours in through the window,
streaming into colored bottles,
the jewels of autumn.
A draft whistles through these jewels
and tickles those of the chandelier,
a soft tinkle of mother-of-pearl,
an abalone chime.
A precious ringing, held gently in the wind.
The gramophone is mute,
but she can feel the music swell around her.
There are the ghost of harps,
the whisper of violins,
the sigh of a well-tuned horn.
Inviting eyes scan the room,
the crowd melts into moondust as she lays them on one individual,
solid, upright, tough skin, face cast in shadow.
Slowly, they spin,
beckoning wisps of feathery dust from the floor,
sparkling powdered moonbeams.
They waltz like water,
fluid and graceful as if on
Fairies DanceFairies Dance10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With glittering wings,
And delightful sounds,
The Fairies dance in no gowns.
They are free to this world,
Which holds us in our terrible binds
Given to us by our corrupted minds.
With enchanting music,
And mesmirizing laughter,
The Fairies dance is ever after.