Gay RightsI'm staring into your beautiful eyes,Gay Rights11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As we sit away from the world,
What people say about us is only lies,
There's nothing wrong with me and you.
Gently I press my lips up to yours,
Knowing we'll never be treated the same,
But I won't hide behind locked doors,
My love for you is completely pure.
I know you're a girl, and I am too,
But if you were a boy it wouldn't be better,
You know it's true that I'm in love with you,
But we still aren't treated like that's so.
Hold me close and hold me tight,
We can't marry or be treated fairly,
But please, let's never give up the fight,
This moment is perfect and so wonderful.
But one day the world will see us for who we are,
And know that there's nothing strange,
They'll grant us marriage everywhere, near and far,
We'll one day be considered the same.
Though as I wrap my arms around you,
I know we're pure and more in love,
Than any other two 'straight' fools,
That's all that matters between us.
Bizarre Ch1YU P.O.V.Bizarre Ch16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I turned on the T.V. and VH1 appeared. It was VH1s Top 10 Music Videos. Number 10 was already over so number 9 came up. It was Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. I got up and started to dance to it.
Yu where is the- Kiro said before laughing at my dancing.
Do you mind?! I asked.
No keep dancing. Kiro said.
He sat down in a nearby chair. I stopped dancing and gave him the finger. He stuck his tongue out at me. I walked closer to him and stuck my tongue out at him.
He got closer to me and crossed his eyes. We kept having our Tongue stick out war Until I felt Strify push the back of my head forward, and mine and Kiros tongue met.
I pulled away from him and started spitting on the floor.
Thats gross man! I yelled at Strify.
Why should you care? You guys kiss all the time on stage. He said playfully.
Kiro just stood there with his tongue still sticking out and a confused expression on his face.
Meeting The Most WantedMeeting The Most Wanted4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Marvel woke me up a few hours later. The sun was rising up slowly and I was just in time to see its first rays light up the forest. It looked amazing. The others were still asleep, me and Marvel being the only ones awake. I could tell he only woke me up to show me this. I would have gotten angry, and at first I did, but then I was grateful. I had seen a lot of sunrises back in District 2, but this was different. I felt like it was real. Pure nature. I knew I was wrong, of course. But I still found it beautiful in a deadly way. And fascinating at the same time.
"What is it?" I heard Cato mumble lazily and I turned my head with confusion. I saw Glimmer, wide awake with eyes as wide as the sun itself, poking Cato next to her and pointing at the beautiful scenery. I turned my head with disgust, feeling the rage inside of me, but the warmth of the new day made it go away and I could enjoy this once again. I looked around with amazement, only to see everyt
... this is not a love storyso pour a cupful of glass shards into my mouth, i want to... this is not a love story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
taste the b-l-o-o-d on my lips.
hopefully the screaming blasting in my ears is enough to
take the pain away from me. next time, warn me
when you're going to insert these painful splinters in my side.
it's hard enough to breathe as it is
without you constricting my esophagus as well.
there's nothing i can say but i want you to feel my
agony as you watch me hurt.
i can't speak, i'm
a shattered hotel mirror, pieces on the floor,
reminding you of the night before.
burn these masses of fleshy substances; i'm eager for you to
c h o k e on the putrid stench that clings to you.
like flies drowning in honey,
your desires are suffocating you.
you're going to break me.
you'll put your filthy, mud-stained hands all over me and
I Wanna Be A Real Punk RockerI Wanna Be A Real Punk Rocker12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna be a real punk rocker
I wanna learn my history
I wanna know every song by the Ramones
I wanna hate emo
And all that corporate shit
I wanna be sedated
Then I wanna get a mohawk
I wanna kill Avril Lavigne
I\'m looking at Good Charlotte next
I wanna wear my tattered Chucks
With my NOFX tee and tattoos
I wanna hate the government
For reasons I don\'t get
I wanna play bass guitar
And sing somewhat off-key
I wanna be a real punk rocker
But, hey, that\'s just me
Royally Forbidden Love Chap 9Harlow turned her back to the mirror. Purposely showing Sage her pale little butt. She looked at Sages reflection and smiled. Sage's sweet little face turned pink. Her eyes widened as she looked at her friend's amazing reflection. She dared not turn around. Sage wouldn't know what she would do if she could control herself Then Harlow spoke.Royally Forbidden Love Chap 96 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hehehehehe. What's wrong Sagey? You seem frazzled."
"No, no! Not frazzled w w why would you say such a thing," Sage quickly replied.
" Oh, no reason ," said Harlow as she pulled up her pajama shorts and put her bra back on. " It just seemed like .oh I don't know you got attracted to me or something ,"said Harlow with a seductive smirk.
Sage's eyes grew fearful when Harlow said this.
Oh no. thought Sage, Had she known all along? Oh why did I have to stare
+DEKALOG DOBREGO SEME+1. Jak najgłośniej i z jak największym naciskiem wyrażać swoje zdanie. Podopieczny musi dobrze zrozumieć, kto jest panem w tej grze.+DEKALOG DOBREGO SEME+8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. NIGDY nie ulegać słabościom, jakie wykazuje Twoje uke. Ty tu rządzisz.
3. Od czasu do czasu dawać się wyściskać biednemu stworzeniu, które może być dumne ze zwania się Twoim uke. Uke też mają swoje prawa.
4. Rozlewać umyślnie herbatę na dywan, tłuc kilkanaście szklanek dziennie, urządzać imprezy z kumplami w domu... Niech uke się nie nudzi w przerwach między jednym stosunkiem, a drugim.
5. Stosować najróżniejsze tortury w łóżku włączając urocze hity disco polo w tle, aby stworzyć odpowiedni, psychodeliczny nastrój.
6. ZAWSZE i WSZĘDZIE, o każdej porze dnia i nocy, udowadniać potęgę swego seksapilu poprzez starannie zaczesane
Wish You Were HereSo, so you think can you tell,Wish You Were Here8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Pink Flyod, Wish you were here
So, so you think you can tell,
If it is love, or fake?
When you have half
Of your heart
around your neck,
And he never takes off
his other half of it.
When your legs are
underneath where none sees,
when hands are forbidden.
When he catches you,
Even if you are not falling.
When he is all you
Ever think about.
When he is the only one
that can make you blush.
When you can count the stars,
Even if it's a cloudy sky.
When he plays your favorite song,
On his guitar just for you.
When he throws you in a pool in January,
But jumps in after you to see if you are okay.
When he kisses you at midnight,
In his own backyard,
On news years eve.
When you sleep on his chest,
While he protects you from thunderclaps.
When you cover the driveway,
With colourful chalk,
And it starts to rain and wash it off
but you dont care.
When he skips school when you are sick
Clouds In WinterI remember every day,Clouds In Winter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipping, slipping away
into memory's abyss.
Oh, what I'd give for this...
The relentless sway of time
rocks the cradle, trembling,
while I'm lost remembering
in the boughs of timeless trees,
shattered by the breathless breeze;
above me swaying candied apples,
perfect in a childhood dream.
My heart drowns
in the empty space
that no time ever shall erase;
left by the memory, the endless demand
of time immortal severed by our own hand.
Hours and days,
dreams gone astray.
Weeks and months,
of fruitless hunt.
It's all gone wrong
our years dying and gone
We cease to exist
as the chasm rips,
and leave only the husk of resplendent memory,
begging the sky for identity,
to grace the edges of the places we have been.
...will we ever be there again?
Sick and TiredI'm sick of the smoke, I'm sick of the cries, I'm sick of theSick and Tired6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thought of saying goodbye. I'll do what it takes. but don't expect me to care.
when I've caught you in a lie. Or in the arms of another. Because Honey. I've
expected this from the start.
set the broken bones.call me a fool.set the broken bones.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i won't sew your mouth closed, i won't block your path. call me heartless and i'll split open my chest to show you what's pulsing, what's bruised and lacerated and aching like hell but still alive. i'll show you my scars and my burns, i'll turn my neck and show you the jagged slice where i was foolish enough to trust a knife against my throat.
call me weak.
i won't rage against the accusation, i won't deny with vigorous defiance. i'll sit and absorb each and every slur because i know you'll never understand. i'll take the wicked slices and soak them in, my skin cut open and bare. i'll let you paint me into a corner and i won't try to leave. i'll open my hands and stand with my palms facing the sun. i'll sigh and stand with my ribs dropping slowly one by one to my feet.
call me broken.
i won't shake my head, i won't cut off the insults. i'll just lift my shirt and show you where i've staunched the blood. i'll show you the homemade stitches, the places where circumstance
closer1.closer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
TattooYou're tattooed on my armTattoo12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
so that I won't forget your name.
You're tattooed on my soul
therefore life will never be the same.
How could I ever focus
with your memory in my head?
how could I sleep at night
with your scent upon my bed?
How did I ever trap myself
inside such a dream.
Though this is all reality,
nothing is as it would seem.
You're tattooed on my arm
to show I belong to you,
and tattooed in my mind
with everything you do.
What is it that you do
that gets me this way?
What is it that you do?
What is it that you say?
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't I just shrug you off?
You take away my self control,
and conquer my every thought.
You're Tattooed on my arm,
my mind, soul, and heart,
to show that my love for you
was pure right from the start.
The GirlThe Girl6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Noch immer liegt sie in dem dunklen Wald,
kommt sich vor wie in der Irrenanstalt,
die ein Leben zu sein scheint,
Wenn niemand mehr um dich weint.
Liegt einsam da, blutüberströmt,
wird von den Tieren verhöhnt,
Der erste kalte Regen fällt,
Durchtränkt die Haut, durchweicht das Geld, das ihre Hand noch immer hält.
Sie weiß, dass sie es verdient allein zu sein,
Weiß, dass zu wahren den Schein,
Viel zu viel war, für einen Menschen allein.
Selbst geschaffen hat sie den Wald aus Wut und Angst,
In dem du um dein Leben bangst,
während verzerrte Schatten durch die Nacht streifen,
und nach deinem Körper greifen.
Sie fragt sich ob man versucht sie zu finden,
Sie vermisst, kommt suchet dort hinter den Linden,
dort liegt das Mädchen regennass,
Wie der Tod, so blass.
Unterm funkelnden Himmelszelt,
verlässt sie diese Welt.
Und noch bevor man sie erreicht,
ist sie bereits völlig durchgeweicht.
Ihre Augen trübe u
trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't existtrick candle emotions_c6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.
we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.
we're breaking the world between
our palms to watch the life spill
out of the fault lines and if we don't
know what we're doing, then neither do you.
we're just haphazard at best,
mechanical emotions crossing wires
and calling the misfires beautiful.
make me laugh until my lungs burst,
bleeding four leaf clovers spilling
out through my nostrils and tear ducts,
i'm smoking trick candles at our properly
The Only Thing You Did.I was recoveringThe Only Thing You Did.5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From someone that hurt me
Like no one ever did
The scars in my heart
Were just slowly healing
Then you came along
I thought that you could heal me
I thought that you could fix me
Like no one ever did
The only thing you did
Was stole my heart
With one smile of yours
And I knew deeply I was going to fall hard
I tried so hard
Again and again
That I do not love you
That I do not care about you
Or all the girls you have around you
The only thing you did
Was broke my heart
With one sentence of yours
And I knew that this would be the hardest I will ever fall
Tonight I stand alone
I'm completely broken
My heart torn apart
All I feel is helplessness
It hurts so much
What you said to me
Was the cruelest thing I could have ever heard
I pretended to be okay
But inside me I could hear my heart being broken
Did you hear that?
That is my heart breaking
Being torn and bleeding
I don't know what to do to stop it.
The only thing you did
Was take my soul
my name.my name ismy name.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alyssa, and maybe it means
hold your breath or
chase the stars. maybe it is
that awkward shyness
of saying hello to someone
for the first time
or the warm feeling
from hugs and held hands.
maybe it means
maybe my wishes will come true,
someday or maybe
it is the sound of the wind
caressing leaves and the lullabies
of wind chimes, or maybe
it is the voice inside your head;
the shade of moonlight and
maybe 'alyssa' is a synonym
for hopeful and dreaming and
'full of life'. maybe it is the rush
in your ears while running,
the challenge of catching your breath again;
the music of wishing and the thrill
or maybe my name is just
and maybe it only means
falling.he told me:falling.7 years ago in Other More Like This
when i think of falling,
i think of comets and
insomnia and midnight
rushes of emotions and
breaking down just to feel
again. he told me
when i think of falling,
i think of you.
but this is okay, because
falling things cannot be
you have always been the most
beautiful in a quiet way, like how
the moon outshines the sun, and you
have dreams like uncut glass,
waiting to be shaped or dropped or
maybe both and
you promise you won't let me
but i think, i think that maybe
i already have and you can't
undo the past and there's no point
in trying and
you are the kind of dream
i never want
to wake up from.
The Ref.General info.The Ref.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Do they fight:
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ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.ignite your bones.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it.
she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are strung together across her pale skin will tie lips together and will make fingers twitch.
she'll be beautiful.
misunderstood, but beautiful.
there's this girl and she apologises for everything. im sorry, im so, so sorry.
she doesn't know why but she does it anyway because sometimes it makes her feel better. she wishes, though, that she could answer them when they ask, 'wh