The MarionetteShe was angry..confused...and frightened..The Marionette10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jade colored eyes flashed at him, fury seething in the glittering pools as she responded with tightly reined anger." Nay Teiranon I know well what would happen should I try to betray you. You take glee in driving the point in as much as you take glee in twisting people to your will, or impaling a wayward man upon your sword." She fell silent a moment, her heart a thunderous roar in her sensitive ears. With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, then opened them again to peer at him with the distrust written in their depths that she held for him as she asked" What is it you want?" The smile that etched along his lips sent a cold chill up her spine.
MangoMango11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She could eat a mango with her eyes closed
Her fingers well acquainted with the fruit's soft hairs
Then peel it back slowly with a sharp paring knife
As I watched, intrigued by how the smooth grain
Of the kitchen table matched the hues of her arm.
But this was one time, when the soft summer night's
breath exhaled long into the kitchenette
That I found her head down, her eyes withdrawn
To a breeze tossed curtain above her.
And I noticed her stomach swelling as a ripening fruit.
And knowing quite well that a seed separated from the tree
At such a young age could fall into another garden
And be fruitful. And this she knew, for her rough tan legs
Still remembered the back scratching at her when
In her old country, men would climb up and into
The trees, selfishly tearing a fruit from its mother.
But only once later in life did I glimpse the ghost
A dull red that broke from my sister's finger when once
She peeled a mango with the knife coming towards her.
The blood smearing across the orange
Tell Me You Love MeTell Me You Love Me10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tell Me You Love Me
~Please don't love me.
~I would never do anything to break your heart.
~I don't wanna tear your soul apart.
~Please don't love me.
~Don't associate me with love and virtue.
~Cause in the end, I might hurt you.
~Please don't love me.
~I really do want to honor and love you.
~But I don't want to hurt, harm, or shove you.
~Please don't love me.
~I want you to be happy, this I wish most.
~Don't be with someone who is morose.
~Please don't love me.
~Fill your life with joy and glee.
~Please! Stay away from me!
~Please don't love me.
~I can't bring you joy or happiness.
~I'd pull you down and make you depressed.
~Please don't love me.
~Show the true gentle person you are.
~Just leave me alone. Alone in the dark.
~Please don't love me.
Please let me love you
I am willing to let my heart break
For I know it is something my soul can take
Please allow me to love you true
For loving you is something I must do
My joy and virtue are what I am willing to stake
I want to see what
HeyHey, somewhere along the way I lost youHey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind still follows those lines of orange sand
and wonders about peculiar lightings
and the smell of everyone around.
Why is melancholy so similar to happiness?
Why are the thoughts I have of you
the same I had
again and again.
And why are they different this time?
(I know, I know damn well.)
Hey, somehow I made it all across
just to notice I left someone on the way
I guess he was important
I think I knew him, did you?
Why don't I turn when you scream
and where is my nose, my face, my fucking
horse. I'd love to ride into the sunset
with my outlines clearly defined against the horizon
but you manage to fuck up the photograph
(blurry, blurry mess)
in the end it amounts to a mess of dangerous luck
and a pretty box of shit
and not all change is golden
but what really is.
Yeah, who really is.
+Fallen Angel++Fallen Angel+5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gently, slowly, the feathers fall
Go on and tear off your wings my love
The blood travels, seeks, searches
It mixes, dances with the water, overcoming, tinting, a crimson red
Feathers floating, trying not to break
Stained, damaged, sinking
Is this what happened to your soul?
What were you thinking?
Just leaving like that?
Can't you hear the whispering?
"Don't go, don't leave, stay with us"
Surrounding, echoing, fading...
Couldn't you see the tears, flowing down, silver drops in the night sky
Were you that clouded by hate, by rage?
Don't listen to meNote, if you so will, that I am troublesome to you.Don't listen to me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning falls on us like shadow;
we don't need it.
Tell me you will stay forever.
(How I need it.)
Note that I am wooden, and
if ever, seldom moved.
One day and more than seven nights
at this place far away
in the woodlands
the cold lands
the lands of love.
Open your eyes and see my mistakes
I beg you, forgive me not.
In sleep, all children of the wind
share something of its beauty,
of its charm.
Just see that I am worse than most,
as good for you as sand.
But through their sleepy eyes
they do not see:
Who comes to love,
will come to harm.
So wake now, I am begging you
for I can't leave you here
(one more defect
if not my worst)
But still, I must, I will endure
this harm to see you stay
another day, another
seven hundred nights with me.
Behavioral Expectations.Decent behavior is a reasonable expectation that everyone should rightfully be able to have. In a classroom environment, people cannot get along as a group and learn what we must if the collective group fails to cooperate. Everyone should be equally expected to behave in a civilized and respectable manner. Chaotic arguments waste everyones time. It is important to respect others as well as be respected yourself.Behavioral Expectations.6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a teacher, you should have the power and the control to make the class listen and cooperate. If you give students cause to respect you, they may do just that. However, because you spend so much time cultivating negativity throughout the classroom, class time is being sacrificed and your leadership is being compromised.
As a student, I expect that my teacher will control the class. Yelling at students cannot be tolerated, as it creates a hostile learning environment, wastes extremely limited and valuable learning time, and is extremely disrespectful to the students. Stu
OPEN WINDOWSevergreen sifts through open windows,OPEN WINDOWS7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains;
mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheels
and light hitting the dashboard.
and in this wood-grain scene of tree-tipped timber,
my fingers tap the measured breaths of my parents.
theres string and air stretched taught over every precipice
they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
each breath breathesone, two
the unpredictability of emotion and movement.
and I am good at words and water,
stumble with brushes and bills
my tongue loosed is fast and fire,
evades capture by a meandering mind.
mouths mouth stay afloat,
but often my arms fall fast to flailing.
but belly-up in sun, everything is
incandescent, iridescentcaught and carried in water
a river of raindrops not yet forced into stagnancy.
An open letterI'd like to write about meAn open letter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the plainest words,
or, better yet, not utilize
a human tongue at all.
For words are seldom meaningful
and only sketch where they should strive
to care- and thoughtfully describe
the detailed truths and hidden lies.
Yet still I wish to write of me;
explain, in detailed sketches
things I do not understand
nor ever hope to have explained.
Consider this an open letter;
friend to friend,
from fool to fools,
a message to the wind:
Were I to tell you of myself,
in person, not in written word,
I'd joke, tell excerpts of my life
and never show the storm inside;
This storm, so meagrely described
by all I'll ever do or say
is source of what goes on in me
of motion, movement, peace and strife;
It leads me from without within me,
lets me dream the world outside
with waking eyes and fully conscious;
paints the ways in front of me.
In some ways I am good and righteous
or at least prefer to be
shown other situations you would surely
break your bonds and ties with
Communicate your questions"Your proximity un-weaves meCommunicate your questions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
threads and scarecrows everywhere:
Who cuts, who sews, who dares bring sorrow
to this live
(but you, my darling
killer, lover, cold and bloody?)"
"Your proximity bereaves me
all I had just yesterday
lies scattered on the ground and
in your pockets, dark and dirty
(how do you find time to make me
hand myself away each time?)"
"Luckily, in utmost darkness
no one knows who really stands
who really stares and preys at whom
or if the feeling in their hearts
is more than salt and wind and dust:
A move, a sudden turn, a thrust:
A knife, because for you I must
see through the darkness
(bring the end)
walk through the mornings
step through the fire
(steal the heat)
wash states in ice
"I like the way you turn around."
"I think it's in the way it kills.
I like the way you bring me down."
"That comes with expertise in scars."
An Emergency PoemMy dear,An Emergency Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave up trying to sleep.
I gave up trying to keep these words inside.
The smell of powder and pain is still poisoning the air.
I can still hear my mates crying at night.
But we are not going home yet.
This is the 1000th letter I sent, I know,
but this one is different.
This is a message.
An emergency poem.
I am writing not to report
how many men and women
have lost their souls in the battlefield.
This time it is for you. And me.
Because I am so sorry we ended up like this.
I am sorry the last few hundreds of letters
were all about blood and pain,
fights and revenge.
The war went to the head
and I only realised this now.
I turned this wish for revolution into war.
I turned the war against you.
I translated my pain into letters
and sent them.
I nearly forgot why I am fighting here,
but now I remember.
There were so many mistakes,
so many wrong choices that I have made.
You probably forgot whatever you used to feel,
and I cannot blame you.
I ended up doing the same thing.
As the AirI'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to meAs the Air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
Your ImaginationClose your eyes for I am your visionYour Imagination5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clear your mind for I am your truth
Open your heart for I am your haven
Show me your desire for I am your greed
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
+Decomposition+"Let me examine and decompose your wonderfully arranged lyrics"+Decomposition+5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thank You My FriendA long time ago we met,Thank You My Friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So it seems as I look back now.
Our paths in life joined,
And thus we met on that fateful day.
Days passed and our friendship grew,
We ever stood by each other,
We learnt a lot about the world,
A lot about each other, and.....
...stronger grew the bond between us.
We had our share of quarrels too,
But we still stayed together,
United by our bond of friendship,
That pulled us together in that part,
the school going part of our life.
Now though time has passed,
I relish those memories in the same way,
The way I did so long ago.
I still remember our jokes and pranks,
Our quarrels over silly issues,
The way we enjoyed our life.....
....And my eyes mist over with thoughts,
Thoughts from the springs of memory,
Through the tides of time we sailed,
Sailed together prow to prow.
Through the sands of time we walked,
Walked together hand in hand.
We left a mark wherever we went,
And never did our friendship wane.....
And now as I look back my friend,
Back into the past....
Prize: Fairytale-PxF OneshotOnce upon a time~</b>Prize: Fairytale-PxF Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I were to say that I believed in happy endings when I was a child, Id be lying. As a young girl, I never experienced love. All I ever experienced was approval and disappointment. You see, my mother died when I was only three years of age and that left me to grow up with my father. In my fathers eyes, I was a mistake. I was supposed to be his heir, his son. But I ended up being a female which left him with two daughters and no one to continue the family name. Therefore, my father saw it fit that I become a prodigy, someone who could bring honor to our name and continue his legacy.
When I was five, my father took in a boy by the name of Miles Edgeworth and began to train him to become a prosecuting attorney. He cared for Miles and treated kindly, just as he would a son. I grew angry with Miles and refused to accept him into our family. I constantly teased him and I would call him Little brother just to show that I was the
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
It's HardIt's HardIt's Hard5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's hard to say when or how
It's hard to realize the time is now
It's hard to bask in self-comprehension
It's hard to understand such cruel intention
It's hard to tell what's going on
It's hard to know when they're gone
It's hard to fight a cunning foe
It's hard not to get lost, the undertow
It's hard to kill a man's honor
It's hard to hear "He's a goner"
It's hard to murder for your home
It's hard to make things seem monochrome
It's hard to be a man apart
It's hard to say goodbye to your counterpart
It's hard to pray day and night
It's hard to witness the gunfire ignite
It's hard to be in the army
It's hard to know Landry and Clarmy
It's hard to fight in a war
It's hard to know that Bush keeps score
It's not hard to say "Good job"
It's not hard to pray and sob
It's not hard to aid and support
It's not hard to defend and retort
It's not hard, give them hope please
It's not hard, we function past the knees
Scented LettersI love how your letters smells so good,Scented Letters5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That despite all my conscience,
I want to hold them to my nose all the time,
And fall asleep with you on my mind.
I love how you use few words when you mention something intimate,
Then telling me you are leaving the rest to my imagination,
Something you know I use well,
Whenever I miss you in ways words can't come to describe.
So as I slowly touched the pages,
I am reminded again that soon,
When our hands are together,
There will be no need for lovely letters in between