Unrequited LoveUnrequited Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see me watching
From afar? Gazing
At you steadily
As I see through your silhouette
Flashing, before my very eyes
Thinking. Hoping that someday
I can make you see,
Make you feel
The love. The passion.
beneath the chambers
of a yearning heart.
Hidden within the coldness
Of a dark, still façade
Waiting to burst out,
Hoping that one day
I can make you smile,
Stop and think for a while
On how beautiful
Life can be,
On how you mean
The world to me.
As I stare at you, slowly
Watching your silhouette
Fade into the night
Wishing for a chance
To let this feeling
Pass me by.
Imperfection is Beauty.People move by day after day.Imperfection is Beauty.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One can start to notice the faces,
which Im sure you do.
They see you every day.
You see them.
But I see more than they do.
(Everyone has a story, you know).
They see clothes,
a face, eyes, hair,
they see you.
But a story is not inferences,
or something you can see.
[The things we see, hair, eyes, skin,
only make up 0.01 per cent of our DNA].
But something you must close your eyes to.
I've seen more than they have,
as Im sure they've seen more than I.
I've seen past masques,
and seen, in a different sense,
Because there is always more,
than a face. Than clothes.
(Some say our eyes are the windows to our souls).
Did you know that when you talk,
I close my eyes and listen,
with every fibre in me.
Sometimes words cease to be words,
yet become blurred sounds.
Even so, they keep their beauty.
And tell me things,
I would never had known
from a glance.
It's Time To ScreamIt seems to meIt's Time To Scream9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost my words
Somewhere in the mess and dull lights
of this city
Perhaps I spoke too quiet
Perhaps I screamed too loud
Or I just don't deserve them
Maybe they ran
Like I ran from the tears
Until I stopped
And still no words
All this running has only left
My feet cracked and dry
And my lungs sore and tired
So I still want to scream
"It's time you stopped this"
I told them I don't know how and I won't
Until I find those words
That will arrange to spell what 'this' is
They will make you fall
With the weight from my stone heart
It suddenly becomes apparent
I have lost my words
They lost meaning in the devastation of this city and
the fog that collapsed my lungs
Want a Life Lesson?Your eyes are shining diamonds,Want a Life Lesson?6 years ago in Other More Like This
like they're a jewelry store case.
I just stare and I can't look away,
but they burn through my own
and set my throat ablaze,
till I can't help this without delay.
Confession OneRecently I've been wishingConfession One6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could explain the
love you and
I Love You
nightmares.there are demons in your eyes, darling;nightmares.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall asleep listening to their screams, fall
asleep tracing your ribcage and wonder if maybe
your heart is a ghost, maybe your heart is haunting
someone, somewhere. fall asleep and dream of
needles prodding at your mind, pulling out the weeds
as if your mind was a garden, your mind is a
garden but once the weeds are gone, there is nothing but
dirt; dirt and worms and nightmares and screams.
dream of fingers shoved down your throat, and they have found
your heart and your heart is not a ghost, no, your heart is alive,
because the fingers are clawing your heart and it hurts like
fingernails on blackboards and you scream, and someone is listening but they're
fall asleep and forget you're dreaming.
Girls are stupid and boys suckMy older sister used to tell me, "You'll like boys someday."Girls are stupid and boys suck9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my mom would rant, "Boys always get their way."
But my dad yelled, "You're to stay away from boys!"
Then my brothers all said, "We won't tell if you give us toys."
This made me think, "Wow, boys really suck."
In elementary I was the tough girl who beat up boys.
You see, no one else wanted to stop their stupid ploys.
All the other girls would just point, giggle and hide.
There was like some absolute law that they all had to abide.
Things that they did just didn't make sense to me.
I never dreamt about becoming a princess.
Or going to balls and wearing fancy dresses.
I liked to run around and play in the dirt.
To me, it wasn't a good game unless it made you hurt.
No one liked me because to them I was weird.
They would tell me to be more like other girls.
Like I should wear skirts and put my hair up in curls.
'Cause as a girl, I shouldn't make boys want to flee.
Everyone forced me into what they thought I should be.
No one c
imperfections are perfectthe imperfect momentimperfections are perfect6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the imperfect time
gazing into ur eyes
i was authoritative
so ur now by my side
for so long i have watched you from a far
i have you now
and i'm not letting go
i'm not meak
i'm not timid
but when it comes to her
my knees buckle
she wants me and i want her
to hold her
to kiss her
is so rewarding
it's easy to lust you
but it's much easier to
simply because she's so
To Write Love on Her ArmsWere riding in the car like we always do, always on our way to somewhere else. Im driving, passing highway sign after mile marker, counting the interstates until we get where were going.To Write Love on Her Arms8 years ago in General More Like This
Shes asleep in the passenger seat, skin porcelain pale in the choked dawn sun. Its streaming through the windowpane in flashes that mark time with the gaps in the trees, just a few hundred miles more.
Somehow I cant see how this is a real thing, real like the way hearts break, but like floating up above here, just looking down into her beautiful face. I shake myself like it was only a dream, but here she is, right here in the passenger seat.
Concentrate, just for a second, curve around the bend before I return to contemplation. I don't like where were going now, because to me she is too perfect for the fate that awaits her there, somewhere out beyond my lovers reach.
But still I drive on through the puddles of sunlight, hoping that she wont wake up
How to write Death Metal lyricFor almost 30 years, death metal has been a rising style of music amongst the metal community. Infamous bands such as Cannibal Corpse and Slayer were the early pioneers of such raw music in the sound of a guitar and vocals. Death metal not only has a certain sound to it, it is also written in a particular way that sets itself aside from all other forms of metal. Im talking about the lyrics. Words of brutality, just one track alone on an album gives the CD a Parental Advisory sticker.How to write Death Metal lyric8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Being a death metal fan, you start to expand your knowledge, and this expansion leads to experimentation. Writing a death metal song can be a lot harder than it seems. I know that death metal can sound like a lot of noise, but underneath the shredding guitar solos and raspy vocals, their lies a message within. Before I continue this How to, I will need to let you know that their can be offensive material involvin
Growth: SoKai - Ch. 2 Kairi yawns as she walks out of school. The first day was over and she was glad. Now, I can get some sleep, Kairi uttered as she rubbed her eyes gently but careful with her make-up. Sleep? a young mans voiced asked behind her. Kairi jumped slightly and she looked back. Y-yeah, just couldnt sleep well and all, you know, she giggled nervously. Riku was leaning back against the stair railings, just outside of the school building as students pass on, talking and what not. The silver haired boy raised his eyebrow. Say, Kairi, how come youve been acting unusual since we came back?Growth: SoKai - Ch. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kairis faced drained of color until her rosy cheeks lit up. She quickly thought of something. Well, Riku, you two havent came back since a year so I just so happened to grow up into a little lady is all. Riku saw right through her with a chuckle as he stood up.
Growth: SoKai - Ch. 1 The light barely gleams through the glass into the soft blue room. Soras closed eyes twitched until they slowly opened gingerly. He yawns loudly, stretching his arms out. Man, what a drag, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He sits up, pushing the blanket to the side. He was wearing a sleeveless red shirt and khaki shorts. He peered through the window, towards the ocean and at the island of his childhood. He smiles softly. Im glad this isnt a dream this time.Growth: SoKai - Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He shakes his head, scratching the back of his head. I gotta pull it together. Youre home, Sora! No worries, he proudly exclaimed as he pumped his fist into the air. A knock came to his bedroom door. Sora, you better get up! Todays the first day of school. Sora froze with his arm still up. His head sulked hard. I wouldnt mind just today being a dream, then.
.:shaking:.shaking:.:shaking:.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until my form threatens to collapse
you rattle every pulse and synapse
and after all your enticement
after all our mischief and excitement
you will pause and I will stammer
filling the air with idle chatter
because our connection is still shaking
(just like me)
LoveLove12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
A and A : First ImpressionsFirst Impressions.A and A : First Impressions5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was midday.
Quiet footsteps echoed as they crossed the floor in the large spacious room.
Sunlight poured in from the windows along the far walls, filling the room with light.
There were a few desks and chairs scattered about the warehouse, with no real pattern or sense of reason. They looked old, worn out and used, which was probably the case. The same could be said for the walls and floors.
The footsteps slowed, they were light and hesitant.
"So...this...is where....you work?" Ariadne asked uncertainly, from where she stood in the center of the room, it didn't look like much. And she was doubtful it was going to get any better.
"Well, it's not the best piece of real estate I'll admit," said Cobb, who was standing a few feet behind her with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and comfortable. "But it's cheap, remote, and easy to access," he stated, and in a lower voice added, "and escape if necessary."
Ariadne had on
-Escape--Escape-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
⌐ Escape ¬
Water leaks through the crack on the ceiling in my room
Rain: just another sign of doom
You don't know how badly I want to get out
You don't know how bad I want to shout
Everyplace I go I get ignored
When people are around me they always get bored
I am more worthless than a speck of dust
That left over pizza crust
I sit in my house that is not my house
Tears flowing down onto my blue blouse
What do I want?
What is my goal?
These things I ask myself with answers unknown
Here is me, trying to escape from this death zone
I have yet to relinquish my fears
The sorrow seeping through these wasted tears
A wall of emptiness stares down at me
Trying to figure out what it sees
A sapphire heart inside my chest
Failing to work, but trying its best
Wallowing in this utter sadness can get me no place
But where is the light?
I find not a trace
Not one trace of a sunlit field
With grass and flowers where the sun shines bright
Birds singing and horses galloping about
Living free w
Black and whiteI.Black and white6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sometimes, I saunter off on a path, humming in song of my language; the one erased by foreign tongue and simplified dreams- because I know that I can keep that language alive. At least for a few more sleepless years. I trod through that path, beside keeping the language of HATRED on it's feet, to keep every form or even shade of color, away from my dying language. You see, I live in a world of black and white, a language and culture enveloped all in itself.
Black and white is painted in my veins, carved into my skin, and burned into the iris of my pupils.
[But, I've learned to enjoy it]
Hatred is black and white because it is so simple now-a-days. Indeed, it is so simple that when you close your eyes and imagine that you live in a world of hatred, you don't see any shade of color. But perhaps the theory is just that. Maybe, because that there is no color, that black will substitute because black is "the absence of color"! I could be claimed a madman or a genius for th
Transformers:What If...Transformers: What If...Transformers:What If...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Of course. I do not own Transformers. Shoot me now if I were to say I did. Also I do own the film and its epic story line or its epic characters. But I had an Idea so I just wanted to use them. Transformer fans...Please...do not kill me for this.
Give me the All Spark and Ill let you live to be my pet!
I couldnt really think fast enough to say anything quickly. I glanced down the side of the building from my position against the statue, clinging onto a cube which meant the world to these aliens , who were now putting everyone I knew and loved in danger just to have their own planet to live on again. And what if they did get it? The Auto-bots would probably just go back to their own planet, victory won.
Yet what about all the people whod died during this. The ones who had no reason to because it wasnt there problem. Sure. Megatron didnt like humans, but he at least would have killed them inste
Squishy Skipping on SundaysIt was a bright, clear Sunday morning over the Hoover Dam, and Prime was enjoying his early morning drive. It had been difficult to get his brain around the concept of days, weeks and months on this little planet, but Sunday days were definately his favourite because they were always so quiet.Squishy Skipping on Sundays7 years ago in Humor More Like This
As he was returning to the old S7 site which had now been converted into his official residence, he noticed two pairs of wings perched on the very top of the dam. One silver, one gold, both neatly folded up and very close together, obviously trying not to be noticed. There were only two Cybertronians on Earth who had wings - Megatron in silver, and Starscream in gold. These two never sat together for long without fighting, so Prime immediately knew they were either a) doing something that would get them in trouble or b) already in trouble and planning their way out of it or c) lying low until they could cause more trouble later.
If they're swapping rude websites again they're both going over t
Mankind is Not Evil: ProofHUMAN EQUATIONMankind is Not Evil: Proof6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Outcome: Human is Equal to Animal.
-Animal does not equal evil or good. Driven by instinct.
-If mankind is equal to animal, then man is driven by instinct. Neither good nor evil.
-Therefore, mankind does not equal evil.
Outcome: Human is Not the Same as Animal.
-Possible cause 1: They Possess Morality.
-If mankind possesses morality, mankind has the capacity for both good and evil.
-Therefore, mankind does not equal evil. He has choice.
-Possible cause 2: Mankind is Worse then Animals.
-Mankind is evil by default and without choice, therefore evil has no meaning.
-Mankind is equal to evil, but evil has no meaning.
Outcome: Good and Evil are Meaningless Concepts.
-Evil and good are equal.
-Therefore good and evil have no meaning.
-Mankind could be either, but mankind does not equal evil because evil has no meaning.
Sally in Wonderland Chapter 1 In the land of Halloween Town, dozens of citizens were strolling through the main square, anxiously awaiting for the arrival of the day they get to create mischief and havoc...Halloween. Some were practicing their ghastly screams and howls, while others scared one another by pretending to pull their own arms out of their sockets. Mischievous laughter filled the air and everyone seemed to be happy. Everyone, except for a certain ragdoll.Sally in Wonderland Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sally, a beautiful, yet curious ragdoll, looked sadly out of her bedroom window, scanning the smiling faces of the citizens that passed by below her tower. Once or twice, a citizen would look up and wave, but Sally didn't have the heart to wave back. Normally, she would be excited for Halloween to come every year, but this time, it just felt like any other day. She turned away from her window and walked over to her bedroom door, which was locked on the outside. She quietly knocked on it and a few seconds later, it unl