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The GlassheartSometimes I can write the words wich are singing in my headThe Glassheart5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lights mirror shadows to walls
I'm trying to find a glassheart, I wanna run away I wanna run away
Thanks for that what was given
Still heaven will fall and life tranishes
Maybe someday we remeber how we met
I will never let you go
I will never let you go
The Glassheart hurts in hand
Some creature, which isn't me, is crying at the corner
Lights mirror shadows to walls
Sparkles cover the red body on the floor, as beaitful as you are
Thanks for that what was given
Still heaven will fall and life tranishes
Maybe someday we remeber how we met
I will never let you go
I will
Morning in the EVEs apartmentBright sunlight wakes me upMorning in the EVEs apartment5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tv feeds me with disco music
You dance in front of the white drapes
I laugh
Not because of joy but because of sorrow
You flinch like a slight flower
Why do you fear me in the other side?
Your every word sounds empty
Eyes are moving with the drapes
One finger moving makes you fly
You say that everyone lies sometimes
I laugh
Not because of joy but because of concern
You turn away at the same time you touch the sky
Why do you fear me in the other side?
Some dead roses are crying in the kitchen
There are two black bags waiting their owner in the hallway
My voice turns hoarse when you close your eyes
S
Stupid girlStupid girl7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you count?
1 then its a 2 and a 3 for sure
the number of boyfriends
youve had behind your door
times it by 10 then
its a little more
and wonder how many
sneeked out before 4
and its not me who is calling you a whore
only the guy who you dumped
for being to short
its not me but it wouldnt matter for real
cause I would just kick off my high heels
but when you go down its a whole other deal
stupid girl
now we know what you want
everything that you can or cant
get your hands on
and if you cant get it then
you start to sulk
if he takes it away
then you start to shout
thought you were cool
when we went out
its not go
Him and HerHim and Her8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't meant to be like this,
it wasn't meant to happen,
He weren't meant to fall for her,
She wasn't meant to fall for him.
She didn't want to do,
she didn't want to get hurt.
he was afraid,
he didn't know she felt the same.
She so desperately wanted to tell him,
He desperately wanted to hold her.
Her mind was made,
her mind was set,
she had to tell him just how she felt.
For she had fallen hard for him,
He had no idea.
She didn't want to hurt him,
she knew she couldn't stay.
Deep down inside she knew,
it was worth the chance.
Just to hold him that one time,
she knew it was what he wanted,
he had told her himself.
H
full moonfull moon8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Jessica falls away by her own prey
maybe shell wake up
and look at me
someday
maybe shell believe me
maybe she leaves
who really knows
as long as she does what she can
she hates change
prefers them big bucks still
shell never change
just like her daddy who walked out on her
but does she care
when the wind blow through her hair
because shes pinned in a short skirt
running from the cop car
for standing on a corner
even there is no bus
she thinks shes being pretty
looking all glitsy
chewing on gum strawberry
running from the cops that
are after her fast.
Shell buy a dress and then cut it in half
theres really nothing that
Burn MeI'm burning, I'm burning.Burn Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The angels are screaming,
Begging me to stop.
Stop Stop, look around.
I keep on running, straight down the path.
Hear the sound.
My feet thudding softly.
My heart pounds, blood rushing.
But it’s still not enough.
To drown you out.
I'm curled on the stairs, spitting out the blood.
Screaming for help.
Begging, pleading, wasting my time.
Asking for someone to notice.
Façade, Masquerade.
Slam me into the wall.
Break me, Bruise me.
Make me, Shake me.
Run your filthy hand through my hair.
Over my cheek, my bleeding mouth.
I am what you make me.
That’s all I ask of you.
Your doing.
You'
Hydra And Ophiuchus.blood will seep through wounded starsHydra And Ophiuchus.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
dripping red to colour mars
band-aids heal but leave a scar
and that's what makes them who they are.
blood will seep through wounded stars
dripping red to colour mars.
safety pins hold points together
strong as metal tough as leather
hope will float just like a feather
through all different sorts of weather.
safety pins hold points together
strong as metal tough as leather.
constellations formed by friends
seen through a magnifying lense
the neighbor star it comes and mends
and this is how the story ends.
constellations formed by friends
seen through a magnifying lense.
Peace Forever.those damaging thoughts were scuttling freely throughout my thoughts again, and yet, the enveloping darkness was oddly comforting - some how i cannot manage to distinguish the difference between panic and relief. the wind kept blaming itself for making me cry, whispering those words to me as if they were terribly obvious; and yet, it could not hear me, so what was the point it trying to whisper back how mistaken it was? i only cried because i was so grateful that it was there, filling up my lungs.Peace Forever.4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
please come back and push these swings higher.
Monster Under The Bed. . - . . - . . - .Monster Under The Bed.4 years ago in Other More Like This
- ' `- . - ' ` - . - ' `- . - *
cute and cuddly, nestled amongst dust bunnies;
words not resembling a monster -
feasting on dreams with inspirational themes,
disguising each gnaw with a soft purr.
his fur is confetti, and
message in a bottlemessage in a bottle7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant listen to music
I just feel like my heads so full
melody in my head
of things I should have said
emotion anger and insults
theres too much anger in my thoughts
need to get it out
before it builds like a wall
I always see you in my dreams
but you didnt look back
you just kept on walking
and I simply couldnt catch
I want to send a
message in a bottle
but it doesnt matter
Im not in trouble
I just need to hear you stumble
so I can step in
everytime I miss you
theres always an empty bottle around
so I say this to you
I fill it with my sounds
and send it underground
Im looking for the waves
to take my thoughts so far
Busy ConfusionBusy Confusion7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im sorry I was so rude
was busy being confused
and I didnt want to lose
my world and my own place
but by being so rude
I meant Id spent it with you
kill a few hours
and come down to
the common ground
when Im around you
I melt
but inside I curse
I like to control
but with you its worse
Im reaching into the wall
pulling out my heart
with you on my otherside
of me hence
I am so sick of sitting on the fence
Im sick of being owned
by the world
like a prostitute
you pay me for hours
I didnt agree to
but still Im over here
trying to explain how I feel
when I used to play with dolls
not long ago
but sitting in the traff
Empty Handedbut girl, I am doing fine that’s what he saidEmpty Handed5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I laughed and cried while i was standing in front of him
couldn’t even talk anymore,
thinking please boy don’t act like a fool
you know what you are doing
trying to destroy yourself, bit by bit
I am begging you, don’t lie to me
over again, baby boy, please don’t deny this
drinking all the shit you simply could find
and how could I, how should I hate you ?
would I even hate you, after all I don’t think so
cause you 'just wanted some fun', that’s what you said
and that’s what I told you, enjoy yourself m’love
I had to stop acting like I could
Un-cagedThe monster is no longer cagedUn-caged1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With its release brings destruction
So prepare for the war
Between mind body and soul
It has barely begun but I know who will win
The monster
Always the monster
It is beyond my control now
what I do from here on out is not me
I am being controlled
Being absorbed
And taken prisoner by the monster
Its over and done now
There is nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
What is done is done
Time to accept what i will now become
How I will be
The monster
Me
THE MONSTER IS NOW ME!
Inner Monster 2Inner Monster 21 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The monster grows stronger day by day
I was the one that kept it locked away
But it grows stronger
Beginning with my mind
And eventually my body go's too
Soon I will be lost within my self
I will not be known by anyone anymore
Walls building higher
Monster being un-caged
My soul becoming lost within
I have lost control
My thoughts or actions
Unknown to me
They are not mine
They belong to the monster now
What I do from here on out
I will not remember later
Thanks to my monster
I don't know who I am
Can I keep this monster locked away
Or is he coming out to play
Taking control of all of me
No longer will he be caged
He i
75. ShadowsDo you believe in evil?75. Shadows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe it comes out at night?
Why do we believe this?
It's darkness.
So why believe that
It comes out at night?
Isn't darkness all around,
Hiding in every corner?
Evil lurks in every bit of darkness.
The night.
The soul of a corrupted individual.
The shadows.
I fear shadows the most.
They follow you everywhere,
Showing the evil in everything,
Waiting for your guard to drop.
No, mine will never drop.
I will not let you get me.
The Amateur Turned Artist "That's it," she mumbled to herself. "I will do this!"The Amateur Turned Artist3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took a deep breath, picked up a piece of charcoal, and made contact with her paper. Her arm moved, stroking the paper. She felt a sigh of pleasure escape her lips as she was a minute into her "masterpiece." This confidence and pleasure did not last for too long. Her strokes grew too thick and dark. In a fit of anger, she slammed the dark demon onto the table, crushing it into pieces.
"What a piece of crap!" she exclaimed, startling the others in the room.
Just as she was about to pick up, destroy, and throw out her attempt, a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked u
With Eyes Sewn Shut...Full Title :: With Eyes Sewn Shut, I've Never Felt More AwakeWith Eyes Sewn Shut...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of suffocation,
Not of the physical kind,
But of the kind that holds tight onto your soul,
So tightly that you think it will never let go.
The feeling of fear,
Not of the immediate danger kind,
But the kind that leaves you questioning
Everything and fearing the worst will come true.
It's as if my day is nothing but a nightmare,
And sleep is the escape from all the suffering.
Thinking only makes it seem less hopeful
With the only solutions being permanent solutions
That even the most regretful
Wouldn't be able to take back.
That endless darkness and comfor
ThreadWeaving around us, oh so carelessly,Thread3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Causing knots, loops, and many connections.
It appears to have no intended purpose,
And doesn't seem to have any certain path.
So did we end up attached by chance,
Or do you believe in fate?
Ties that loosened for so long
Are being pulled righter than expected
While we're connected by this thread,
We are not alone.
You with them, them with me,
Too many people for just one string.
Though I doubt that we'll get any closer,
I'll take a chance.
I'll hold on tight, and pull with all my might.
I don't know if it'll work or break,
But for you,
It's worth the chance.
Blood And Cherries.deathless trees are dusky silhouettes, somber shadows, shaded in with burnt charcoal; they are branded into soft, plum, velvet drapes portraying the phony lining of naked throats, with the torrid flame at the tip of a dripping birthday candle - and the velvet sleeps upon cobblestone streets, while serving as a royal carpet for wicked majesties.Blood And Cherries.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and the lace of supple, rose-coloured silk is frayed, raw and bloody, from dancing too close to the sharp edge of gleaming, ground down diamonds (strung on chains and clasped around fragile necks) - and within these necks are boxes filled to the brim with lyrics and languages, now reduced to mere whee
SnapCracklePop.like pushing away writer's block, an object barricading your inspiration - it's merely a feather, but portrays a bolder, it's catchphrase ('hahahahahahahahahahaha') carved tauntingly into it's mass. oh, to push all the bad things aside never seemed so impossible until your muscles turned to jell-o, now did it? just squeeze out every last drop of energy, use a bit more with each shove, and don't give up until that brick wall is in ruins on the tile floor- oh stop it, you're making yourself dizzy.SnapCracklePop.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unluckily Lucky.the air,Unluckily Lucky.4 years ago in Other More Like This
it's thick,
thick with this scent,
this scent of stale perfume,
stale perfume and rotting heads-up pennies,
pennies of luck that don't quite feel too lucky, and
the air,
it makes my brain itch,
itch, like wounded, scabbed flesh,
flesh sprinkled with needles and scars,
scars that tell a million different bed-time stories,
stories of trapped leprechauns that don't quite feel too lucky, and
the air,
it's bitter,
bitter with a sweet taste,
a sweet taste of nostalgia and chalk dust,
dust composed of all these long-lost eye lashes,
lashes of forgotten wishes that don't quite feel too lucky, and
the air,
it's thick,
thic
Omens And Augries.a puff of humid air murmursOmens And Augries.4 years ago in Other More Like This
through tightly wound tunnels
of sap and timber,
budding into a frosty vapor
which clouds crystal mirrors
and bottles hung from last nerves.
++++++++++++
plasma boils, softly melting
over ghostly candles,
affection scented,
caressing tongues with sweet confusion -
coating pearly razor teeth
that sink through rosy chapped lips.
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a merry-go-round carved from wood,
a once healthy maple,
or perhaps willow,
composing a distant lullaby,
woven into blue carpets
as dead as old traffic lights.
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and yet frozen, cracked teapots continue to whistle.
Water Balloon Fight.i splashed through a glass puddle, ballet slippers and all. elegant cracks danced out from beneath my feet, a massive spider web, silky destruction; a perfect dream catcher. and it caught every dream. lightening had slashed through the sky, reflecting off of fractured water, yet clues of the passing storm have evaporated - the desert sky is blazing bright, puddles nothing but perspiration. i hate this umbrella; i'll tear holes through it if i have to.Water Balloon Fight.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watergun Showers. it is not just water, but inspiration-coated lemon drops raining down from that sterling silver cloud. they are melting on my chewed lips and dancing on my taste buds; choreographing something new, something hopeful. they taste like chocolate milk through bendy straws, brewed in a cauldron without the poison. the vapor is rising in rainbow mist that is filling each breath with clarity - clarity that finally stays behind when i exhale.Watergun Showers.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
breaking reflections of monsters in puddles with simple splashes from playing hopscotch - the chalk dissolves, but i can examine the patterns these colours create without a magnifying glass. i panic to
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