All i can do is keep breathingThe storm is closer but I don't mind
People keep dieing around but I close my eyes and
All Ican do is keep breathing
And dreaming of you
The hair falls, the skin wrinkles
But I smile and keep breathing
I close my eyes and I see a child smile
And I keep breathing
I want to change the world
Instead I sleep
I want to see the world
Instead I'm in an hospital bed
But all that I know is that I'm breathing
All that I do is keep breathing
My pain is so deep
My body hurts so much
But all I can do is keep dreaming
I'm drowning in shallow water
And I struggle to get out
Then I close my eyes and I see my self breathing
And i keep breathing
The pink colours make me smile
So you paint the house pink for me
And I come home after another day of pain
And dance around
All I can do is keep breathing
All I can do is keep dreaming
All I can do is keep hoping
All i can do is keep sleeping, now
Ribbon SyncopationIt started with a whisper that echoed through my ears. My fingers began to twitch and burn, coursing through every pulse and vein. That sweet tune began to flow, filling every void and hole, and my feet began to gravitate closer to yours.Ribbon Syncopation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every sympathetic beat pounds into my head, moving me into a dance parallel to yours. My lungs stop breathing, and for a moment my world starts ending. And then you take the lead.
A superhero of sorts: taking a ribbon for a cape and flying on waves of radiation. You lead my pirouette, pointing sore bones through days and nights. It starts slowly, taking over time. Every tear wiped into a sea of mixed emotions, of memorials and joys and celebrations.
A light you set takes over, convulsing with every move you make. The fight we've watched you wage is a dance you lead, a dance you've been forced to choreograph.
The words singing out of your mouth enrapture and consume
.:Hope Makes Me Stay:..:Hope Makes Me Stay:.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such a fragile, feathered soul
That trembles with a touch.
And yet, though worn, has weathered all;
Has faced and endured much.
What keeps the soul so tethered now?
It has not blown away
Despite its tattered, feathered bow.
'Tis hope that makes it stay.
August 26, 2010
SylvannasShe was once a great GeneralSylvannas3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She sworn to protect Quel'Thalas from harm
Once the Ranger-General of Silvermoon, Sylvanas Windrunner
was murdered by the death knight, Arthas
Once her friend, he was consumed by his hate and power.
Brought back as a creature of undeath,
she was turned into a bunshee
she didn't feel, she didn't thought
she only stand as a creature of death, an undead.
But her memories returned
and the pain of treason roam through her veins
She rebelled against the scourge and her maker
And she possessed a body of a fallen.
She morns for the life she lost
She grieves for the city she couldn't protect
But she swear she will make them all pay
And she sings for the life she once had.
Lady Sylvannas Windrunner will prevail
She frees the mind of the ones like her
And she raises an army of people
Those people who call themselves
The show must go onLife sometimes plays tricks on usThe show must go on5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And we loose the strength to cary on
She cuts our legs and break our hearts
And we loose sense of reality
We loose our way
We think about our loved ones
About what will be of them
And let tears drop down our face
But we cant let the bad guys win
We need to fight
And cary on
Nothing really matters
The show must go on
And like actors we try again
We fight again
And until the END
Because that's what's the most important
Let our Angels help along the way
Let friends clean out our wounds
Let family clean out our tears
Because you are not alone
We all fight our good fights
We all fall and rise again
Like warriors we fight
And in moonlight we scream
You wont win again..........we fight until the end
The VampireI felt the sweet pain in my neckThe Vampire2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like little knifes cutting deep
I felt my heart beating faster
Pumping blood towards an open wound
Felt it flow down my neck
and felt you lick it softly
Angry tears fell from my face
as you touch the curves in my body
You are so gentle and so deadly
I felt my life slipping away
While you feast over my body
I felt like going into a slumber
And calmly left this world
But when i faint into the void
Something pulled me back and woke me up
and i felt an hunger i never felt before
i felt a need to feed like no other
You were looking at me, sitting in the corner
Smiling kindly, like to a child
A child who was just born
Your child and eternal lover
I felt angry at you
but i fell in love in a second
in a heart beat, the one i don't feel anyone
and then is when i became......
Demon insideSo close but some how so farDemon inside4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your rage is growing inside
The sorrow is consuming the light
And hate is taking over you
The words are stuck inside you
You feel corrupted
You can't speak, you can't even breathe
You feel the fire inside your chest
Your blood is boiling
Your skin is burning
The pain is unbearable
The words don't come out
And then you blow up in rage
You scream from the top of your lungs
You transform into something inhuman
Your eyes turn red in blood
Night in AfricaShe was only tenNight in Africa6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I first met her,
washing her bloody underwear.
Its normal I assured her.
I didnt understand that
I was in Africa.
This wasnt from maturing early.
At night is when it hurts the most,
and I cry.
I could help her,
keep her safe
keep all of the orphans safe.
I tried so hard to keep my girls
out of harms way
yet harm has a way of coming back
and half a world away
I cant help
Theres nothing I can do
At night is when it hurts the most
Lying on my bed
Nightmares dancing on my ceiling
She calls me from the hospital
He got in again.
Was it my fault?
Anthro: a Short poemAnthro is unmistakable.Anthro: a Short poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can be anything you want to be.
Whether it be an animal or non-organic,
Anthro is the new black.
Writing Challenge ExerciseI have decided to share with people some of the things I have done to try and get myself to be a better writer. Now Im sure that more professional writers probably have a few tricks that are probably far better than anything I can come up with but it still might be nice for those that are interested. For the most part these are means in which you will handicap yourself for a while and in so doing get a better handle on how to write well. For each little exercise I will say the what as well as how it would improve your writing. As similar to some of the other stuff I had in here, if anyone has any other techniques they use to learn to write better beyond just practice or reading feel free to comment and Ill add it in (and of course give you credit for your input)Writing Challenge Exercise6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
For each the idea is to try and write a story using each method (preferably only 1 at a time).
Since it is best to start off easy, the first exercise is a handicap of name. For this exercise write a scene or short s
I don't want these oppinions People try to KnowI don't want these oppinions6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Where do i stand, holding on with one hand
Why don't you tell, you know me so well
All that's in hell, is all I can smell
Waiting to find, my story to tell
VIAinda o sol não tinha nascido já eu aprontava o meu cavalo com provisões, quando ouvi um restolhar de folhas atrás de mim, era Ellion que chegava com o seu saco as costas, deu-me uma palmadinha nas costas e sentou-se encostado a uma árvore.VI1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um a um começaram a chegaram todos e decidi dar uma palavra antes de partimos para aquela que iria ser sem dúvida a mais importante missão das nossas vidas e quem saberia a última.
-Quero-vos dizer mais uma vez que aprecio a vossa iniciativa de virem comigo, não esperaria mais de vocês mas de qualquer forma poderiam ter escolhido não me seguirem nesta missão. Os detalhes da mesma só vos direi quando estivermos longe do acampamento, como sabem existem muitos espiões e não podemos deitar tudo a perder, esta missão é da máxima importância.- disse-lhes.
-Bem quem te ouvir parece que é a nossa última.- riu Arathon.
Eu não respondi e limitei-