Memories of a Stuffed Bear When she was a little girl, those where the treasurable days. Her and I where never seperated. I remember the nights when she woke up crying, and she'd reach for me. Her little tears would soak into my delicate fabric, and without words, I would tell tell that I loved her and I was there to fend of all those thoughts of things trying to harm her. She'd mutter back that she loved me, and fell asleep with me in her arms.Memories of a Stuffed Bear10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
During the daylight hours, she'd run with me, toss me in the air, and swing me on the tire swing, giggling when I fell off. I would occumpany her in tea parties, and stare back at her with my button eyes as she told me about her little thoughts and reveries about her parents, flowers, trees, and the tiny animals she had seen in the pond.
Afterwards, always came dinner, and oh how she complained when I wasn't allowed at the table! But through the livingroom, I'd watch her eat as fast as she could to return to me.
These days where a treasure to me. I saw
Angel's AngelAngel's Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With each breath I take
You hover on the edge of my thoughts.
Each time my lonely heart beat
I'd think of all I got.
No longer can I wish for an angel
For you came to me in the dead of night;
And as the morning gradually came,
I saw your wings, ever so white.
Slowly, they had been exposed to me,
I hadn't known at the start;
And as I look up to your outstretched hand,
I take it in mine, and you pull me up.
And slowly, you become mine, all mine;
I had an angel to call my own,
And wings started growing from my own back,
As you blessed me in your arms.
You held me as tightly as our love binds us,
And I held you just the same.
We stood there together, as my wings grew;
We knew we both had gained.
Then you started calling me yours
I would not refuse;
An angel's angel my title became
All because of you.
Forever My AngelForever My Angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sorry,
For what I have done,
For the heart I have broken,
That though could of never been won,
You thought that i have moved on,
Left you behind,
While you still loved me,
When I really did love you,
I could never stop loving you,
For we both share the same,
I wish sometimes that we could be face to face,
Hold you forever long,
And never let go,
To Be beside you,
To love you,
The way I want to,
To hold your hand,
Be the kind and loving person that I am,
To heal you heart,
So that others will too,
So you will not lose a friend,
And make a new enemy,
beacuse for what I did,
When i didn't mean to,
I wana be with you,
For our love is unbreakable,
Forever my Angel,
Forever my love,
Forever in my spirit,
Angel of Dreams...
Don't cry, Little MaidenDon't cry, Little Maiden10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't cry, Little Maiden,
There is love all around you.
You are what makes us so strong,
You are the one that keeps us going on.
Don't cry, Little Maiden,
You are adored.
Do not let your sadness bring you down,
You are the maiden I have been searching for.
Don't cry, Little Maiden,
I will come to see you again.
My power to you, I lend,
I will give you my helping hand.
Don't cry, Little Maiden,
You, my maiden,
have always been before me,
and now I see,
that I love you,
and that you love me.
Dead InsideHe sees the world around him falling fastDead Inside11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like an eagle's first flight from its home
Shards of glass await it at the bottom
It was doomed that it would never last
The world mirrors his perceptions
Distorted imagery and opaque lies
He never thought it would be this way
His dreams always become undone
I take his fragile hand and press it on mine
It hurts me so to see the pain in his eyes
I brush a tear from his porcelain face
Watching as the ashes gently fall away
He's dying inside.. . . . .
He closed his eyes so no one can see him
His eyes glued shut because he's too afraid
That he'll see the bird that lost its grace
Fallen from the tree's highest limb
There are times when he can't seem to forgive
The days when he feels the sunlight betray him
Leaving darkness to taunt his weary self
On days when he finds no will to live
I take his fragile hand and press it on mine
It hurts me so to see the pain in his ey
The EndThe End11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another distant scream...
Another shattered dream.
Lost another bet...
The world's only getting stupider...
Mother nature's crying, but no one hears her.
"God" damns you America...
Open eyes see right through ya.
Independence burnt at the stake.
Mass produced welfare...
Never ending warfare.
It's American to hate...
Forecasting your own fate.
Money is where the power's at...
An open minded minority disagrees with that.
Your God would be ashamed...
This world is satan tamed.
My life's lottery is one ###### up game...
Under your masks, you all look the same.
Discriminating, superficial, ignorant waste...
Never gonna give your life another taste.
Kill me more...
I'll never be your bitch.
Look at me, and you will see what's real...
A life your culture couldn't steal.
Close them eyes...
Another friend dies.
And no life is what you will find.
A world of rape, murder, and beer...
The outcasts are who you need to hear.
Nothing lasts forever...
Hide and SeekHide and Seek9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm playing hide and seek with God
He hasn't found me yet
He counted to infinity
And didn't break a sweat
If you were me, where would you hide
What tiny sinful nook...
Where's the place, upon this earth,
Where God won't think to look?
First I hid behind a stone
Too big for God to move
He hoisted it above my head
With not a thing to prove
I realized that God could see
Where I would choose to go
The future is an easy thing
For omnipotence to know
So then I thought about my will
It seems that fate is bound
How am I supposed to hide
When I'm already found?
Then I thought about the souls
Of everything on earth
I thought of every bloody death
And every bloody birth
And then I stopped to ask myself
Of all the things to see...
Why would my God spend his time
Seeking hidden me?
For if He can see everything
Why must we play this game?
And why if I refuse to play
Must there be threats of flame?
So here I am, out in the woods
And both of us are bored
So I propose another game
To my immortal Lord
Starlit PeaceStarlit Peace11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Revel in darkness, the moon as a nightlight,
In this one moment, the future is bright.
For here in the valley, surrounded by pine,
And great waterfall softly singing liquidy notes divine,
Beneath curtain of grass and sweet scented flowers,
In the star shine nature shows us her powers.
Veiled sleeping a sweet lamb so small,
Wool soft as eiderdown, shielded by evergreens so tall.
Hiding in shadow, bulk never waylaid,
Great tawny beast with mane golden made.
Prowl he forward with cat's curiosity,
Night's world holds her breath, fearing an atrocity.
But fear not quiet valley, this lion means no harm,
His hunger abated, he's no need for little lamb of yonder farm.
So great velvet paws pad into moonlit glade,
And unseen angels then him bade:
Welcome Guardian, hold this lamb in your safe keep,
Littlest lamb in serene sleep.
Wet nose touch woolen white,
Warm breathe tickle on so light.
Curl about like a mother,
Love is born never to sunder.
Mighty Hunter Lion, and Tiny Babe Lamb,
Waiting near the Dark "Shizuru… stop. Please?"Waiting near the Dark10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Natsuki's face wore a distressed expression, eyes begging for me to stop with the soft Kyoto-ben. My teasing never got to her, my small touches never got to her, and the occasional hinted dreams never got to her. Only when I spoke in the delicate, slightly nervous voice that masked terror sneaking from my soul did Natsuki feel the need to make me stop. Once again it seemed I had crossed the line. I couldn't help but bite my lip, holding back so many thoughts that protested to be let loose. Those fiery thoughts ignored costs that would shoot all beautiful intentions behind them dead.
"I'm sorry, Natsuki. I've said too much again."
"No, it's alright. Don't be sorry. I'm more to blame than you."
Shaking my head lightly, I headed towards the window of the room. It was pointless to argue, she would never allow herself to be the victim. Unrequited f
Mario's my fatherMario's my father11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Mario's my father, the princess is my mom
I fought goombas, turtles, and those little wind-up bombs
Sonic is my brother, that little spikey guy
He runs far too fast for your pathetic human eye
You joke "life force is running out!"
And nobody knows what you're talking about
Except for the geeks, they get your bad joke
Crack open another vanilla coke
I remember the days, the days of 2D
Come on and reminisce with me
Those rainy days with sega and snes
Where tricky games would be the test
Now here we are, in great brand new 3D
Big markets, huge games, and lots of money
Large corporations pump them out, fast and quick like water
We buy them up, like little lambs, ready for the slaughter
Remember your old games, and dig them out to play
'till your pupils are but squares, and your girl runs away
Every Friday night, the guys try to get laid
Except for you, you head to, the ol' run down arcade
So jump on the turtle, and crush that red toadstool
And shout out to the world, that you're still old
Time, as a GodTime, as a God11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to know Time
as a man who tiptoes
between my eyes while I'm asleep,
wearing socks and walking softly,
trying not to disturb me;
a telephone call
from an ex-lover
where hanging up
is always an option,
despite the repercussions.
I want to know Time
as an alarm clock
that rings only when I want it to,
and willingly shuts off
at the touch of a button.
Or else I'd know it
as a garage sale, where I could
pick through items that interest me
and leave the rest to other strangers.
Instead, I know Time
as a fresh man in a suit,
who stands in front of me
with a nametag over his heart.
He always wants to shake my hand
while I'm trying to talk to other people.
He pulls me aside and tells me,
in his slick voice, "Hey, man -
I've got a business proposition
that I really think you'd be interested in."
The Samus Letters - 1The Samus Letters - 111 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Samus Letters – 1 by Samus-Merid
There is more to life than a circle where all you do is wear away at the path below your feet till nothing is left,
There is something left to fight for, even at the end of the days where hopes seem to fade away,
Eyes that are not tied to a situation often see the answers to problems of those who are inside,
But understanding never was gained by watching life pass you by.
Life is made more beautiful by the reality that each moment may be our last,
That we may never see these colors, these faces, these places with the same eyes again,
And there is an equal opposite for every force in the universe,
Leading to the depth of emotion that is equal in faith, or love, or violence and peace, or despair and joy.
In a person's life, most come to the realization that life is far too short,
That or it is far too long to endure such painful things,
Life is, and always will be the greatest and most difficult of tests,
Because nothing is solid, standard
ED's Phractured Phairy Tales 1Evil Danny's Phractured Phairy Tales – Chapter 1ED's Phractured Phairy Tales 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or Evil Danny, or any of these fairy tales.
DS: Yo, dudes!! ^_^
Danny (Fenton): Argh.. what kind of sick, twisted fanfic have you gotten us into?
DS: A very strange one. XD
Malik: You know, why are you calling yourself DS instead of MS like you normally do?
DS: -___- *sigh* Because this fic will probably never see the light of fanfiction.net… a very dim light, actually; "no script form" allowed… dear Ra..
DS: Malik, what are you doing here? O_o
You Chose Him Instead.You Chose Him Instead.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cut the curtains
Burn the props
The actors have left stage
But I have not
You've ripped at me
My skins in shreads
Entangled my heart
In these puppet threads
Bloodied and battered
Broken and ill
Left alone in the dark
With tears to spill
Covered in filth
No light shines through
I'm only accompanied
By these thoughts of you
My soul's in ribbons
My heart is dust
You've left me here
With these thoughts of us
How could it be
That you feast upon
My very sanity
And now you've gone
How could it be
This is what I dread
You've left me by myself
And chose him instead.
The Diary of a VampireThe Diary of a Vampire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"The Diary of a Vampire" by Samus-Merid
Oh my sweet, sweet child of the light,
I hope you are sleeping soundly,
And that your burdens are soon to leave you.
And when you finally wake,
I have a whisper of hope,
That you enjoy the day, for both of us,
Because, I have been cursed to know nothing but the night,
And it isn't fair, that I miss so many things,
But I do find some solace, with the knowledge…
That I have you, to give my dreams to,
In hope, that you may live them,
And make them shine, in the days of your joy,
And when it's all over, and you have a chance to look back,
In the sunset of greatness, and a long path of wonderful memories behind you,
I have but one request...
That you remember me,
And tell me, just how much my dreams meant to you,
But until then, I will whisper from the shadows,
Watch over you by night,
And be the battle before your demons,
I dream for you, all my greatest dreams,
And give to you, all that I can,
One does, what one can,
But for yo
I Imagined..I Imagined..10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must have been lonely
in the shadows
Where the sun never caressed
(never radiating with the heat
that burned deep inside your stomach)
I don't think you ever
the way normal people would
You probably broke plates
whenever you felt
You never cried when
you were sad
I imagine that you would
plaster on a facade
whenever you had to go out
I hated knowing that
your Pacific Ocean eyes
(oh how I loved
in your eyes)
were hidden in the darkness
I bet you wouldn't show it
when you were happy
(i longed for your lips to curve into a grin)
I imagined that you only smiled
when you were sad
ManifestoManifesto11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The Art Institute develops the philosophical
mind to the undermineing of skill and talent.
The Art Institute has been infiltrated by fashionable
woodworms that seek to deconstruct the foundations
The Art Institute that adopts
deconstruction cannot be rebuilt
The Art Tutor is confused by their role
and if not, the student definatly is.
The greatest injustice affecting the visual arts
today is not controversy but indifference.
The true artist sees beyond trends.
7. Contemporary conceptual art cultivates
the narcissistic ego.
The majority of abstract art is
Drawing is the intellectual and
rational part of an artwork
True aesthetic has been taken over
by anaesthetic, the sister of conceptualism.
Artists need to think with their own minds
instead of using freud's.
Contemporary conceptual art
attacks all manners of thought and
discipline to the eradication of its
History will continue to speak
Flash PhotographyFlash Photography11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep me still and blind my eyes,
Force a smile, thin disguise.
Frozen now in space and time
On flimsy paper, glossy shine.
Catch me now, just as I am;
Preserve my state as best you can.
Shutter, trigger, lens, crosshair -
The photographic sniper stares.
The face I present to the 'verse
Is just a mask that hides my curse.
But you want to catch this untruth
Intrusive cameras so uncouth.
This image, my identity;
El-cheapo knockup, fake ID.
Keep me out or let me in -
But not to smile is a sin.
Trapped inside an airbrushed life
Easily destroyed with your knife.
Kodak moments every day
An hour later, you will pay.
Take a photo, take my soul
Take my youth, render me old.
Flatten me to paper thin,
Coloured ink and hollow grin.
Happy snap or candid shot,
Memories of good times I forgot.
You are flash photography.
If I hear one more "smile!" or "cheese!"
I think I'll scream, so if you please,
Here's the sign, now read it. See?
"Please no flash photography."
The Art of SolitudeThe Art of Solitude11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Art of Solitude by Samus-Merid
Here I am all alone,
Alone in my heart.
What is life, or moments passed…
If the time is not in your heart,
Where love should overflow?
And what fear could take hold,
That this could never end?
Here I am, alone still.
Alone, yet… unafraid,
Retreating to my most peaceful thoughts,
And soon to my soft cloud dreams,
I find comfort in my solitude,
It's a place hard to find, and near impossible to escape.
My solitude, is more real than my sadness,
It drives deeper than all my pain,
It's my place to go, to be at home,
At home in my mind, where there are no limits to where I can go,
Where I can spend hours tracing the same lines, with no one to criticize me,
It's my temple of peace, my sacred ground, my mercy from justice,
Until I can once again, be where my heart truly is.
But what justice is found, in keeping these gifts to myself?
Or in painting all these pictures, in a locked up room?
Is there still beauty in color to blind eyes?
Do the deaf still
Opiate ::revised::They line up…Opiate ::revised::11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two by two,
Four by four,
The cult of conformity breeds incessantly,
Idiocy, made establishment,
Just a number,
Just another chump, in the queue of life,
Chasing their tails,
Chanting the mantra,
Hamsters, trapped in the wheel,
Stamped with the sign of '84,
The human machine… grinds on,
I remember you from trainsI remember you from trains11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next train to depart from Platform One will be the four-thirty-two, Flinders Street, stopping all stations to Flinders Street except East Richmond.
...And right on time again, she shows up. Yellow t-shirt and denim skirt. Today, she's wearing glasses that I haven't seen her with before and they make her look like a librarian, especially combined with the long, deep, deep, brown hair. I don't need to look her up and down like I have in the past. I have her memorised. After seeing her every Sunday at the same time for six weeks, I could almost convince myself that I know her. After all, I have seen a multitude of her moods. I know how she looks when she rubs her eyes, when she walks, when she smiles, and when she closes her eyes. I could nearly fall in love with her for real when she's asleep.
The train arrives, I open the door for her and sit down about six seats away facing towards her. I have to do this surreptitiously though. I can't let her know that I've chosen t
I Do It All Right"Why me?" Megan Voories asked, again.I Do It All Right13 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"We've already been over this, blondie," I responded, sighing and slumping in my chair. "I pick people based on the harshness of what I think will happen to them. If I could save everyone I would." I picked my drink off the table in the commercial space station and took a chug, the action giving me time to organize my thoughts.
Since humanity had begun using its advanced space travel and tracking technology to its fullest, we had discovered most of the galaxy. Of course, after discovering this territory humans and all the other intelligent species within it began spreading out to new places. With the notable exception of built-up planets and the areas surrounding them, this made lawlessness the order of the day. Part of that lawlessness was a thriving slavery business.
I'm Heinrich Ungar, all around nice guy and champion of the people. That causes reward money, a lot of wh
Bi-CuriousBi-Curious11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You put pride in front of your pleasure
That doesn't sound fun at all
We'll see how far your values go
When I have you against the wall
You've blinded yourself from ecstasy
But I will make you see
So come get bi-curious with me
You say black and white is what you're based on
But I know you've a deeper hue
You're accustomed to the common ritual
But I can show you something new
I'll show you a variation
Of your classic "birds and bees"
If you come get bi-curious with me
I know all the right spots to make you feel hot
I know just what to touch to set you aflame
I'm used to these tools, so forget all your rules
I'm quite good at playing this game
Now don't get me wrong if I come on too strong
I'm just trying to show you the way
Don't put on a fight; Just turn off the light
I'll lead you to happier days
You say that it's against nature
But honey, you'd best look around
We've been distancing ourselves for ages
Ever since we hit solid ground
The desire lies latent within you
The same goes for
From Myself - PoemFrom Myself - Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want her
Her messed hair
Her salty sweat
I need her
Far away from the reality, we are what we are. We smile when we need to, we cry when we have to. With no make up or mask covering our true essence, we are naked in each other's eyes.
Her whole being
Which i wish could belong to me
Nobody can reach us here. Our little world, far away from any harm and pain. We are two free birds who fly freely in the blue of the skies. Our only wish is never to wake up and be like this forever.
The darkness fading
The birds singing again
The city noises coming back
I wish the time could not pass.
And when the sun comes out again, we put our make up and forget who we were that night
The desire which tries to fight back
The warm of her skin crawling back to me
Her soft tongue on the nape of my neck
But that bright light takes us back to the reality. We must fight the so strong desire, in order to