rets a sid das arets a sid das a4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes I like to play my life backwards
watch the dead come back to life
being able to see them again
touch them, see them
charms and distractions explode from the nothingness
dangerous uncertainty follows a decision
a sinking feeling in my chest lifts into excitement
it burns with warmth, I can see your smile.
we make conversation
we forget the information
tired but beatified
a badly kept secret is hidden
you appear in a window
you help repair a war torn room
a stranger walks in with a greeting
I'm not looking for anything
I walk slow and carefree
a tear streams up my face
i calm down
you cheer me up
you put a hand on my shoulder
a thunderous roar is silenced
a blinding light diminishes
a large shadow fleets into the sky
a sodom world is rebuilt
this tomb, a palace full of light
this desert, gardens bursting with life
shadows are unveiled to reveal familiar friendly faces
I'm surrounded with wonder
I can go anywhere
the world is my oyster
and i have no
The FallI took the stepThe Fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I held my breath
Closed my eyes
and prepared to die
The rush of wind
the warm summer air
I let myself fall into the abyss
my secrets you will miss
a rag doll
letting herself go
choosing to release from the world
no longer waiting to fly far away
the screams of people below
in the panic as they try to stop her
the horizon melds with the ground
and the gravity brings me down
your heart will shatter
mine will crumple
to the pavement
as you watch
The Fall from the greatest wall
GlassThe youngest souls, are like soft glass,Glass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pliable, resilient, yet at that time,
So many prints and cracks are made.
As it hardens, and cools, all of those
Cracks and prints are made apparent.
Finally, through trials and pressure,
This fragile glass, breaks, shatters,
Falls apart, splinters, into a thousand,
Tiny slivers and pieces.
Never to be fixed, never to be put
Back together again.
As I kneel among a room of broken glass,
Shattered pieces of once-bright crystal,
I wonder, why is it that, in the end,
Everything must shatter?
Soul Eater the Musical ScriptSoul Eater the Musical Script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Track 1. "I Want to be a Meister"
School Entrance scene
Track 2. "DWMA"
Rocky, Maka, Lord Death
Intro to Soul scene
Rocky, Maka, Soul
Track 3. "What is Cool"
Rocky, Maka, Soul, Tsubaki
Outside training scene
Track 4. "Yahoo"
Personal Conference scene 1
Rocky, Death the Kid, Liz, Patty, Lord Death
Track 5. "Perfectly Arranged"
Rocky, Death the Kid, Liz, Patty
Kid's Tissy Fit Scene
Lord Death, Death the Kid, Liz, Patty
Soul Mates scene
Rocky, Maka, Soul
Track 6. "We're Partners"
Rocky, Maka, Soul, Black☆Star, Tsubaki, Death the Kid, Liz, Patty
Classroom scene 2
Rocky, Maka, Soul, Black☆Star, Tsubaki, Crona, Sid
Track 7. "Gotta Get this Right"
Personal conference scene 2
Rocky, Lord Death
The Laboratory scene
Track 8. "My Cur
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The Fabric of DreamsThe Fabric of Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's that single moment of perfect comfort,
that instant of bliss that occurs
staying only long enough to make a memory.
Life Has Many FacesLife has many facesLife Has Many Faces4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Even for the strong and weak
The ones with wisdom
The ones who leak
Life is a circle
No matter what
But there is no chance
To discover the plot
Life has many paths
One different from any
But we have to choose
From one of these so many
Life will end
For anyone of us
But till that day
Life is our greatest treasure
SufferingEyes grow wearySuffering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of staring straight in the face of lies
You leave me disgusted
A bitter aftertaste on my tongue
Empty promises still waiting to come to fruition
I never said it would be easy to care
But you never told me it would hurt this much
You swore it wouldn't hurt this much
perish.perish.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Recollect the thoughts
for the paralyzed minds lost
to the imagined dilemmas
given by the hands from the devil.
though i get lonely
s l o w l y .
make no sound
lie awake sleeping
quietly loud while
the rest are nosily silent
imagined dangers creep
but its all an illusion
distorted reality is all
as the world spins
or perhaps the world
was left in the dark, to decay
rot in its own despair
I'd like to set the world
ablaze, to perish in its
futile flames forever.
maybe then, there will
light to illuminate the
crimes gone unnoticed.
My AngelTake my hand,My Angel4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hold it tight,
Don't let go,
Till morning light.
Breath me in,
Deep and true,
Dream sweet dreams,
Of me and you.
Cling to me,
If those dreams turn sour,
I'll hold you tight,
No matter the hour.
I'll hold our child if she weeps,
And kiss her better till she sleeps,
And if you should wake,
Scared and in tears,
Worry not, I'll be here,
To chase away your fears.
A Passionate KissJust like a passionate kiss.A Passionate Kiss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's like a passionate kiss?
Yes, they capture me.
Yes, they seduce me.
I seduce you?
You want me?
I want you to want me.
And what if I do?
Then I am yours.
Just like that?
Because I love you?
What about me do you love?
Your passionate kisses.
A Writers PassionI want to write,A Writers Passion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if the words are pointless.
Even if the none but me
Would read them
I was dying of
A need to pen in my
Own private thoughts
In elegant scripture
The beauty of words
Written by the thousands
Can sometimes be captured
By other arts
But only the written word
Can sometimes fully
Describe our desires
Or our thoughts
They can sometimes
The beauty of the world,
The darkness within it
Writers' hands are a tool;
Writers' words are their voice;
Writers' words are their thoughts.
That is a writers passion
My 9 OC MemeMy 9 OC Meme5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome to The Official '9' OC Text Meme, the first and official text meme/questionnaire specifically designed for '9' fan characters! Please read the following before you fill out this meme:
1. All you need to do is fill out the answers that is asked about your 9 OC in the meme. That's pretty simple, right?
2. Some questions will allow straight answers, but others will require a bit of thinking power on your part. Take your time on those questions, and if you can't answer one, skip it and answer the rest of them, and then go back to it.
3. If you still can't answer it because it contradicts something about you OC to the point where it's impossible to answer, let the creator of this questionnaire/meme know about in the commenting section so they can either help you out a little, or if they REALLY need to (which would be n extremely rare case), edit or add another question that might suit it.
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self-imagecan we tradeself-image4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just for a while;
i want to see myself
the way you do.
They Both LoveThere sits a girl,They Both Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on her window sill;
hair blowing in the night's whispered breeze.
But she's no one's Rapunzel.
Not Juliet on her balcony.
Because no one's coming to collect this girl.
She won't be whisked away
on horse back or in her lover's arms.
She's destined to sit here,
wrapped in midnight's embrace
until she wastes away into the endless night.
The stars kiss her lips,
and beg her to sleep.
Tears slip down her cheeks,
"But I'm waiting for him!"
Every noise in the silence
The Essence that is LarxeneThe Essence that is Larxene3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lets get something straight.
I'm not your little housewife.
Piss me off?
I'll fucking kill you.
I must say I like having you wrapped around my finger, though.
Not that I...like you or anything.
No way in hell!
Don't make me repeat myself.
Hey, they don't call me "savage" for nothing.
I'm super angry.
Call me a bitch, what's that gonna do?!
I'll still kick the living shit out of you.
Don't walk away from me, ever!
o-or I'll have to stab you in the throat!
heronheron napping on the lakeheron2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as tourists wield
their oars and cameras
(a perfect catch of wing span
for the family to exclaim about
at Sunday dinner)
its delicate bone dance
drowns out the cerulean
in our ears -
birth of moon and stars
invisible to the ripple
lapping sand and silt -
just the thin scream
of winter fleeing
Incendiarism - OneIncendiarism - One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That smell... It was really something else, that's for sure. Stepping into the grimy office building managed to bring a grimace to my face every time. The entire place reeked horribly of cigars and stale sweat, and some mysterious odour that no one could quite pin point the cause of. How reassuring. Blinking away the sting in my eyes, I crossed the small room to the desk where the secretary, Bonita, sat smoking a cigarette. She was a bony old woman who's cheekbones alone could likely kill a man from a fair distance. With her sunken face and a permanent frown, she was one of those people you didn't particularly want to cross paths with if it could be avoided.
I nodded to her, grimacing around the cigarette between my lips. No point in pretending to play nice here, she knows I hate her, and I know she loathes me. Any mockingly friendly gesture from me inwardly drove her right up the wall with fury. Some days it was amusing, but today I had business to attend to.
She just watched me with
Lose YourselfWhat's the point in leaving footprintsLose Yourself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if no one's going to follow them?
And what's the point in screaming
if no one's going to hear you?
And what's the point in crying
if no one's going to wipe away the tears?
What's the point
in getting lost
if no one's going to notice you're missing?
if no one's going to come looking for you?
if no one's going to care?
Falling faster than your tears.
Pounding on the cement,
only sound louder is your heart.
Do all these houses look the same,
or have I been here before?
Feet scraping on gravel,
sound too loud to belong.
dancing a taunting waltz with the headlights.
Monsters creeping in alleyways.
No, just another lost soul.
I smile small, recieve a glare.
Do you know that sound?
It sets your hair on end,
clenches your stomach in it's claws,
the starting gun for your heart.
Tires, crunching ro
The silence of a beating drumOnce upon a time the silenceThe silence of a beating drum4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.