Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
UnacceptedShe steps out from the dark,Unaccepted7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Viewing the world differently.
But she is shut out; isolated,
When all she needs is to be seen.
She takes a chance at life,
No one seems to care.
She has shed far too many tears
And wished upon unanswered prayers.
Never been taught the meaning of love,
For her only friend is misery.
She is broken from sorrow and hatred,
She doesn't know how to dream.
All she wants is to be heard,
But is consumed by fear.
She is practically invisible
No one would notice if she disappeared.
They have never understood,
How much pain she feels.
"Why can't I be accepted?"
This is one nightmare that is real.
She retreats back to the dark,
Lonely and unseen.
Her last attempt at acceptance
Had failed miserably.
it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt the most beautiful thing id ever seen since that would never count for anything. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt perfect since that tends to be so short-lived. but it was beautiful and perfect as you parted your lips and let your heart sing. it was raining outside when you said you loved me.it's raining in our hearts.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a week a
we're just cracks in the roadSometimes, your skin gleams silver and sometimes, I'm four years old again scribbling my name across your chest in sidewalk chalk. Since sometimes, I pretend that you're made from concrete since then we seem a little more permanent and I don't have to worry about my painted heart washing away from your surface. But sometimes, I'm blind. Since these days, I'm stuck tracing the veins that dart through your arms which remind me that you're temporary. And then they remind me of cracks in the cement and other things we can't fix. And then I remember maybe, I can't even fix you.we're just cracks in the road6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes I plaster makeup on my face trying to hide that childlike me with something so easily washed away and I'm fading away just like color in the sunshine when i think of you. I remember what it was like when everything was set in stone and 'temporary' was just a passing glimpse but now temporary is all it ever seems to be with you. I'm left sticking band-aids on our cracked relationship lying to myself with eve
Love, GirlDear Boy,Love, Girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to write letters to you. They were pointless and I'd never send them, but I wrote anyway. I used to have stacks and stacks, some just as long as this, others eight or nine pages, until I burned them.
I never signed any of them
I think I hate you.
When can I see you again? I miss you so much. I almost wish I'd sent those letters, now that it's too late, though you'd never get any of them. Come back.
I sometimes wi
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
defenstrating a window.collab.morning starts when daybreaks fragile security. its six am, and youre still alone at the bar sipping your best friends Liquor and Loneliness. the pub owners know your wallets name by heart and are used to your routine. you want to stop, but alcohol bottles pay your mind the rent and bills, so you let your liver take the debt instead.defenstrating a window.collab.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the day ends when nightfalls asleep, when the moon shoplifts the sun and pulls oceanic strings in its favor. its six pm, and youre still passed out on the taproom floor. the roosters are calling, but you keep hanging up when you should be hanging on. and all this hanging reminds me of your windowpain. your inebriation shattered the glass like a hammer, and the broken window frame hungover your once-ambitious wall of fame reminds you of yourself framed and hung: you framed the window for drunk driving, and the bribed judge sent it
tell me something that mattersyesterday, you were sorting through your pullover sweaters waiting for the winter to come as you thought about how you never feel warm even with your hands tucked into stretched out sleeves. you were wearing your favorite cardigan, buttoned sloppily down the middle so that the sides hung unevenly as you sorted through your even sloppier feelings.tell me something that matters6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
tell me something that matters.
tonight, youre in love with this wool coat that buttons uneasily and has pockets with holes in them so you lose both your rhymes and your reasons. youre finally realizing that your favorite song is the tune hummed by train horns at 2:40 am since you can hear the sound while you're lying awake thirteen blocks and four houses away thinking about how that was the backdrop to your late night romances in his house that lies parallel to the train tracks. youre convincing yourself that your heart isnt broken and you wear that coat even though it makes you sneeze since its dusty with memori
Legend of the Star Warriors :1 Legend of the Star WarriorsLegend of the Star Warriors :16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Once a long time ago in Dreamland, an evil Dictator appeared one day and with his armies he started to attack all the kingdoms on the planet till only one was left that was still free from his control, but that time may end soon. What kept this kingdom from falling was a strong group made up of all kinds of warriors from all over and range from swordsmen, knights, guards, bowmens, solders, and
prosopagnosia.bruised shins and cracked spines.prosopagnosia.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've been trying to align my vertebrae with my wavering mind.
i already forgot what i'm trying to remember
with my headaches and blurring visions.
there was once a time when i had memorized
your face down to the freckles that decorated your nose,
and i could tell you the exact angle that your eyebrows made
over ever dark eyes that sparkled grey,
but now all that's faded to that point where
i don't even know you anymore.
it pains me to remember.
the white-noise in my mind when i try to picture your
spellbinding face is deafening.
looking for your features in my mind is like
tuning in to a station with static.
and i'm searching for the cracks of clarity
where our frames break open and i can finally see
except there are holes in the picture where you should be.
all this breaking apart is killing me,
and it's getting harder to find a place to hide your image
in my rapidly deteriorating mind.
it scares me to know that one day,
you'll be a stranger.
The wall of fearI am the good Shepherd who delights in protecting his sheep. No matter how loudly your enemy blows our treats, no matter how utterly impossible deliverance seems, I will rescue you in the nick of time. I rescued Moses and my people at the Red Sea, though they doubted me. In their fear, they believed that the Egyptians had them trapped. The real cylprit, however, was fear.The wall of fear3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don't let fear be a wall that keeps you from me. Know that I will never fail you. Remember that the worse your situation is, the more glory I receive for turning it around.
Your prsent situation is not about you at all-it's about me, and about my will and my purpose in this earth. Relax child, I love you. And like a fierce lioness protecting her cubs, I always come out to fighting on your behalf.
Young Meta Knight Chapter 1Sir Metaknight, Ive always wondered: why did everything happen the way it did? Im pretty sure that it wasnt coincidence that I grew wings exactly five years after I got here. Can you tell me anything? asked Kirby.Young Meta Knight Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Kirby, it is true, it is no coincidence that you became more mature and gained the ability to speak like us. And it is no coincidence that you grew wings, as well. In fact, let me tell you the story of how I received mine. Or rather, how about I start from the very beginning?
Chapter 1: Beginning
Long ago, in this very land, there lived a mighty king and queen. They ruled with great concern for the needs of the people. They were loved by all, and did all they could to help others.
But what they didnt know was that a dark force was coming to conquer their land and shatter the peace, starting a new civilzation with him as the king.
He had been working for eight years on a project. He was attempting to create
Are you?Are you?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"oh, I didn't know you were religious.."
" Oh, they are very religious too..."
"Are you studying religion in school?"
No religious rules, or people speaking to me, could have changed my heart of stone. I attacked others verbally who even mentioned God, I had a disdain for faith. His love changed me. His real, true love. I follow God as a desire to be in relationship with Him who set me free. I know He is always there. He is like gravity, I could have yelled and cursed Him all my life, it would not change the fact He is. The Lord is without beginning, and without end, infinite in every aspect, righteous, and loving.
I understand now more than ever, it is not religion, it is a relationship.
And I know some will read this, and not understand, or scoff, and that's ok... though it is hard for me to say that. For I want others to feel His love too. But a relationship with God is a choice, and some will turn away his pierced hands, saying "no
Meta Knight's Dilemma part 4He started to put the mask back on when a soft moan stopped him. "M...Meda....Niie..." Kirby whispered, sitting up. Miraculously, the blow that Kirby received punctured the mask, not Kirby. He was still alive and well, unharmed. Meta Knight dropped his mask and stared dumbfounded, the tears slowly starting to come back. Kirby smiled weakly. "W..Wae...o..." Meta Knight grabbed Kirby quickly and held him close and tight, not wanting to lose him again., spinning around a bit, smiling happily. Kirby's blush darkened once more.Meta Knight's Dilemma part 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Come Kirby....We're going to kill that witch Raynu."Meta Knight told him as he sat Kirby down. Kirby nodded and Meta Knight handed his mask to the pink ball as they ran to catch up with King DeDeDe, who stopped outside the door to the throne room. "To protect you..." Meta Knight whispered to Kirby as he noticed the look of wonder on his face.
King DeDeDe stared worriedly at the door before him, having heard a few noises from the other side. Meta Knight kept his swor
Kitsune, KitsuneKitsune, kitsune, oh how I envy thee,Kitsune, Kitsune11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whilst thou are sitting in that tree.
Might I come up there to talk,
Or perhaps we could take a walk?
Even though you are in another dimension,
It is merely but an extension.
It is but one in many,
Although it could be any.
Your morphing ability is amazing,
As well as your dimensional phasing.
The fur you possess is so opulent,
I just stare at it in astonishment.
Oh kitsune, if you would transform me,
We would hold a jubilee.
Then we would frolic in the fields,
And later everything would be revealed.
You would then teach me the ways of the kitsune,
So we would all be intune.
Next you would teach me the way to fight,
In order to protect what is right.
After that, the ways of mischief would be taught,
So that others would be distraught.
Finally we would complete the transformation with a song,
And then I would know that I finally belong.
YouYou put your arm around her hip.You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You press your mouth against her lips.
You move your hands up to her waist.
You show her how sweet life can taste.
You slowly pull her close once more.
You warm her heart up from the core.
You gently kiss her velvet cheeks.
You give her the love, that she seeks.
She lays herself against your chest.
She finally sets her soul to rest.
Just watching you hurts my heart,
it feels like I'm slowly falling apart.
You once set my heart on fire,
filled my whole soul with desire.
Now every part of my body aches,
as my heart painfully breaks.
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly voice my thoughts and opinions. If anything bugged me, I'd do my best to brush it off and think of something else.
Ugh, I got distracted.
I sighed deeply, realizing I had missed a sharp.
Alright, just count down the time signature again...1-2-3...
It only took a few seconds for my body and mind to re-adjust to the tempo. My han
Be Thankful for everythingPretend you could take everything you dont like about yourself, every experience that pains you and peel it away like dried paint. Now place it in a box, an old shoe box from a pair of shoes you wore once and will probably never wear again. Seal the box, with duct tape, super glue anything to keep it shut, anything that will lock it away. Wander into the woods, a field, a place no one goes and dig; dig till you disturb the worms and the bugs, dig till you see the water break through the mud. Now throw the box in, cover it up and walk away. Don't look back.Be Thankful for everything7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Five years later you return, youre older, wiser and yet you still have come back here. You dig, dig back into the earth you cast yourself away in so long ago. The box is there, its worn and wet, almost not a box but something living. Open it.
You find yourself back at the beginning with the things you hated most. Yet, now you wonder why you did such a thing. Inside that box are not traits and memories that disgu
yeah, but it could be a myth-cnote to self:yeah, but it could be a myth-c6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you'll find someone. really you will.
you'll find someone since you just have to. since it hurts to feel this sort of inside out. maybe this time you'll find someone who won't spill dandelion wishes down your throat forcing you to swallow all these words like lies and beliefs like truths and every in between that makes you want to come undone. and maybe this time, your someone won't spread through you replacing your veins with roots as he becomes an integral part of your survival. because eventually, this boy who's spread through you like a sickness will pull away from you ripping out your insides, ripping out your silly little hope, ripping out the useless organ that doesn't beat synchronized anyways. and you just need to realize that boys like that are more common than the fields of weeds that decorate the sides of these country highways. i promise you deserve something more. you deserve something different. i promise. i promise.
maybe you'll meet him in an art m
Secrets of the Star Warriors Secrets of the Star WarriorsSecrets of the Star Warriors6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You all may have heard the stories of the Star Warriors, powerful warriors summoned from the skies above in times of need who are capable of great powerful that can save the entire planet, but how much do you really know about them. All you need to know about the Star Warriors will be reviled, from how long they live to how they turn into the sinister Dark Warrior.
Let's start from the beginning, as many already know the stars are really Star Warriors, who watch over the universe and wait to be summon down to a planet in need of their help, but what you don't know is that they don't just sit there waiting they're in consent battle against dark forces. The Star Warriors prevent evils from another u
December RainThrough mist, through my eyes, I see I am blindDecember Rain4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my soul hath no knowledge, heart hath no sight
through my ears the wind blows, cold as the night
deafening me to the sounds of my mind
The sun, his face shining, mocks me with light
his bright severe finger pointing at me
illuminates things I can't bear to see
nowhere to hide, I am faced with my plight
But rain falls, empathic, drowning my cry
her icy chill numbs me so I cannot
feel memories of a heart so distraught
thus consoling me with tears from the sky
And if the rain cannot drown my sorrow
She will cry with me until the morrow
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