His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .maybe tomorrow or. . .another day.
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Our fearful trip is done.The captain was called for it was a cry for distress,Our fearful trip is done.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when he was informed of the ordeal, he ordered for a signal of SOS.
His voice unfaltered as he told his men to keep the people calm,
listening and inquiring, he began to calculate the doom coming before long.
The architect was soon informed of the awful plight,
his heart, unlike the captain, faltered had he not done everything right?
Puzzled and confused after he was left alone what had he done wrong?
Falling to his knees in unspeakable grief, the architect began to sob.
Passengers began to find out and soon the panic began,
scurried feet started to rush and they soon they ran.
Chunks of ice spewed on the top deck very well,
down in the boiler room, it was truly a form of Hell.
Icy watered flooded the halls, stinging its prey with pain,
many struggling to out, they would never see the light of tomorrow again.
Those on the life boats, though they were safe from strife,
heard the cries those in agony it wou
TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD(How Titanic and his siblings came to live in Belfast)TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Young Titanic blew his whistle playfully as he chased after a seagull that was flying overhead. He was about two years old and his sister Olympic was 3 years old. The seagull landed on a post near by at the harbor he an his family was hiding out in and Titanic crept up to it as if he were a lion creeping up on an unaware bird. He crouched his bow lower as his stern wiggled in the air.
Titanic what are you doing? His mother, the Katharine, asked as she was caring for his sickly little brother, the Britannic.
Nothing. Titanic lied as he lunged for the white bird. It flew away just in time for him to bump his nose into the post. The seagull was so agitated with the young liner harassing it that it circled back and began to peck at Titanics forecastle deck causing him great pain.
Titanic yowled in pain as the bird continued to peck away at him. He was sailing around trying to get away from it, but being st
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
Reading Too Much Harry Potter****WARNING SPOLIERS AHEAD******Reading Too Much Harry Potter6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You Know youve been reading too much Harry Potter when:
1) You stop every black haired boy with glasses and green eyes, searching their forehead for a lighting shaped scar
2) You try to send all you letters by owl post.
3) You think Quidditch should be made into an official Olympic sport
4) You check your mailbox in the hopes of getting that special letter from Hogwarts and become very depressed when there isnt one
5) You search high and low in every hardware store for a Nimbus 2000 or a Firebolt , becoming very annoyed when the clerk tells you that there are no brooms by those names
6) When ever you see an owl winging its way over head you wonder if its Hedwig, Errol, or Pigwidgen
7) You search stores for the sorting hat because you want to know what house you belong in
8) You decorate your room in your school house colors
9) A cloak of invisibility is at the top of your Christmas list
10) You search London for Ollivanders Wand
Nightmare Part OneNightmareNightmare Part One7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hes not real. It was all a dream.
Waking up with tears in my eyes and sweat on my forehead, I realized that my nightmare ended. Thank God. I thought it was about to get even worse, but my senses gave a jolt to awake. It was awful. Everything in my dreams was all that women fear. The loss of their family and their womanhood. But, it was nothing but a dream. And yet, it felt so real.
I looked at my cell phone to check the time. 6:30 A.M. Well, good thing its Friday. Ill be able to find out my math test results today. I know I did well. Im sure of it. As I sat up in my bed stretching, my little kitten, Phantom perked up her head and yawned. She stretched with me and came up to my lap.
Well, Phantom, I said as I petted her, your mom had a little nightmare, but Im glad youre with me to hold onto.
I know cats cant understand what youre saying, but they do listen. I got out of bed and walke
I RememberI remember thinking that Kimberly, The Pink Ranger, was the best because she was so pretty.I Remember7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember marrying the neighbor girl using a rainbow blanket as a dress.
I remember playing base ball with the boys and being bruised and muddy.
I remember sneaking to watch Titanic because I could see Kate Winslet naked.
I remember watching Star Wars, Mars Attacks, and other movies so I could watch Natalie Portman.
I remember hanging her poster up across from my bed so every morning I could wake up and stare at her.
I remember all the girls having crushes on boys and feeling awkward.
I remember the first time I saw All The Things She Said and how it made me cry that everyone found it disgusting.
I remember my friend and I talking about how it must be a phase and that we were normal.
I remember going online as a boy so that I could flirt with all the girls.
I remember seeing Ellen DeGeneres for the very first time and wishing I could be as brave as her.
I remember crying myself to s