EvanescenceYou told me I was the only oneEvanescence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used to be my immortal, my tourniquet
An imaginary anchor to hold on to
While I'm being crushed by the weight of the world
I am now haunted by your once gentle voice
Missing is the love I once had for you
But I shall not lose control like you did
No longer your star, but your sweet sacrifice
The lithium carries me farther away
Until I breathe no more
In my last breath I shall whisper softly
That I was good enough for you
While the doctors try to bring me to life
You hold my hand, look at me with dry eyes
And call me your snow white queen
SeamstressSeamstress4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the gleaming blade of the knife,
and I just love it dearly so,
I love the call of steel and blood
and can't help it, don't you know?
I take the blade to gnarled lips,
and cut away, I do!
The seamstress will have quite a job
when I am done with you!
My friends love me to death,
it makes my tummy tickle!
I take the blade to bleeding lips
and watch the sweet blood trickle!
Please don't leave,no, please stay!
I adore your pleads and cries.
Just play with me till your blood's ran dry,
and we'll all have quite a time!
HichiIchi: Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 5HichiIchi: Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The warm and fluffy blanket wasn't covering him anymore so the sunlight disturbed his sleep. He woke up, growled and looked around. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Urahara looking at him with a creepy smirk on his face. The teen didn't want to know what that guy was thinking.
' Are you alright?', Kisuke asked smiling at the confused teen. 'You know, it's not healthy for you to sleep with your face covered with a blanket.', he added with a worried voice.
Ichigo yawned and scratched his head then he said with a grumpy voice that he was fine. He threw himself in bed and pulled the blanket back. For God's sake, he just wanted to sleep! What was so hard to understand?
But Urahara didn't leave him alone.
'Ne, Kurosaki-san, was I interrupting something? Like some perverted dream..? I'm sorry if I did interrupt you.', Kisuke tease
all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am thankful for the difficult people
and people who have hated me,the enemys
i have met, that where in my life because
they have shown me exactly who i don't
want to be,they have help me grow
and have help me become a better person.
Bleach OC: Bullit FarrigonBleach OC: Bullit Farrigon4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Bullit Farrigon
Age: 256 ( Appears to be in her mid-teens )
Alliance: Segunda Espada
Appearance: Bullit Farrigon appears to be a rather quiet and shy individual that always has a innocent yet sad expression on her face who stand about five foot, four inches. Bullit has beautiful jet black hair that is about medium in length and is kept in a very nice fashion. Her hair is swooped over covering about half of her right eye and connecting with the rest of her hair on the right side of her head. The swoop is not a clean swoop to say instead of starting from the top of her forehead it starts near the middle of the left side of her head passing right over her right eyebrow. The right side of her hair stop about five inches past her ear and cover a little of the half inch gages and on the left side her hair covers her ear completely concealing the gage on that ear. On the edges of her hair n her right side are dyed a
A flower called hopeA flower called hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
DawnDawn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
FRIGHTFRIGHT4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up all night,
talking in fright,
of the things that might,
hold us tight,
or minimize our sight,
upon one another.
And then she comes,
my dear sweet mother,
then along comes,
my only brother,
telling me stories.
I refuse to hear,
because they bring back fear,
the fear I told you of,
which was the fright,
of holding on too tight.
Yet we pulled through,
I held on to you.
Where my fear flew,
I have no clue.
Yet one thing is true,
that fear, was the fear of loving
Stangled Screams.Stangled Screams.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As of late the passions for your craft still seem to crane
Missing now your ever-human face behind the pain.
No feeling has taken hold, or so it seems to be
Someday soon the pain you scattered will cease to flee
Split the silent scream and sweetly sing your siren songs
Once you told them stories and for each aware of the wrongs
Should we tend to your poison flowers
Or have you let them go
Will you come to pull the poison the world was soon to know
Once you dreamt up words, like the flowing currents, that you drew out with ease
Bluntly now you state the facts as they flock toward the growing breeze
Indescribable beauty that still shuts off and on
Breach the walls and break our minds before they've dissapeared and gone
From the farthest cities will your voice still follow
All the while your dancing demons will still wallow
El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que aún está sangrando,
que, la eternidad se posa ante nuestros ojos
borrando los recuerdos y dejando los despojos.
Dejaré mis señales dibuj
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as weird by the other kids at his High School; he wasnt interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely he had his little friends. Neils friends werent the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldnt allow him to keep his precious pets anywhere near the house and he was worried about jackasses from school harming them. Of all of them, one was his favorite. A fat eight inch male emperor scorpion. His glistening black chunky carapace, heavy looking stinger and huge claws made him look like the stuff of most peoples nightmares, but Neil could handle him with ease,
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and