Sad you'll never by gayIf what I feel, what I know,Sad you'll never by gay9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
were fake, were untrue.
Then I wouldn't love you.
You wouldn't haunt me.
And cry as I might, through tears I shed.
I can not change you, make you love me.
So even the silent sobbs I drift to sleep with,
won't change a thing, as much as I want them to.
However... though I want you to know, I do not at the same time.
At risk of killing my emotional being.
For is it unjust to fear the thought of you becoming distant?
The thought that the truth would drive you away, as it would so many others?
So let my tears flow like the rivers of blood in my body.
Let me cry myself to sleep, and let my feelings be true.
I'll let you haunt me, as sad as it is to me.
It's sad that you will never love me.
Sad to me... that you'll never be gay.
Hidden Behind Masked BeautyHidden Behind Masked Beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cover my face in this gorgeous makeup
So that I may feel beautiful inside and out
She takes a tool with a beautiful color
And brushes it across her face
Just the slightest touch
And her face can be transformed
Into a beautiful work of art
Putting on this makeup
Has become a daily routine
And without it on
She feels as though
She is naked
It gives her a boost of self confidence
Without it on
She doesn't believe she is pretty
No matter what people say
She feels ugly without it
This makeup you see
Is a guardian unlike any other
It has become a mask
That hides her pain
And all of her insecurities
But in reality
Her natural beauty shines brighter
And all that truly matters
Is what's on the inside
Not the makeup of worldly beauty
I have loved you...---I have loved you...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In another time, I may have been your late night
confessionary, a Parisian whore to your
gentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see us
loving each other without knowing names.
We are at times both romantic enough, and tragic
enough, for that.
And if I was not full of sin enough
to beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps I
was only a girl you met for
un café au lait. You laid
your hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and we
made small talk about the world. Perhaps;
we are masters at making love with strangers. And you
peu importe. Je sais que je t'ai touché, dune
sparrowsparrow8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The trees are unsettled, their limbs tossing in the violent tempest -- gauges for Natures wrath or love. The storm plays like a silent film as I sit in the cabin of my car. My old campus gym sits in the distance like a stolid mountain.
The world comes to life in stereo as I step out. Dashing down the side of the parking lot, my umbrella mimics the trees. Trying to avoid the rain, I notice an upturned creature on the wet pavement. I stoop to examine it. Its pale legs stick up like flags of resignation. People must think Im crazy, a university student examining some dead thing. He must be studying taxidermy.
Its a baby sparrow.
Its feathers are maturing over its soft pink underbelly, bunched into a mangy blanket by the rain. Its feet shiver in the wind. Dirt, pine needles, and assorted debris are stuck to its bo
Yellow haikuWind catchesYellow haiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the yellow sail
of the tulip
One Part Pink, One Part BlueLife is like soaring aboveOne Part Pink, One Part Blue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And like drowning far below
All it takes is a push and a shove
My thoughts my own personal foe
Laughing and playing with everyone
Crying and sleeping all day
Headstrong, stubborn, and ready
Not caring if I've started to decay
Optimistic, loving, and caring
Depressed, run down, and worn out
On top of the world, forever daring
Sickened and always in doubt
Sunrises, rainbows, and adventure
Grey skies, bitter tastes, and dead ends
Two halves, but one whole together
Polar opposites who can't remain friends
RelativityRelativity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grandfather handed me his pocket watch
and spoke of how it saved his ass back in the day.
It was as old as his shoes
and its pointers flickered clumsily,
speaking a language I was yet to learn.
Son, war is a filthy ballet of dust and hissing bullets;
I swear, they were like flocks of doves whose grey wings
split the air into fractions.
I'm just damn grateful your grandma
woke me up one day and told me:
'My dear, when the fields are soiled
by the ever unforgiving rain of souls and lead,
think of this watch. My father gave it to me, you see.
I remember him telling me of how gorgeous my mother looked
as he took it from his pocket and the pointer struck noon.
"I swear she looked at me right there and then', he had said,
"and right there and then we fell in love'".
And I did. I had it with me when that little arrow
punched my chest so hard it threw me to the ground.
About time, too; I wouldn't be here if I had been standing there
for another second.
His eyes shatter
opposite's day - collab.i. today i ignored the dismal beatingopposite's day - collab.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blues of yours
will tell me that i'm beautiful,
and maybe for a minute
i will believe them.
iii. your smile looks all wrong
when it's upside-down, like the
sea is dancing in the sky and the
clouds sleep on the floor.
i tell you everything i've ever
held back, like how your freckles
looked like glitter storms and
the way your fingers were like
[anything to mak
Rare BeastHis beard baked yellowRare Beast8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stained with rusty tobacco -
I smell him coming.
Tuesdays for the Match
Magazine - red title pops
in rank clammy hands.
flat feet scuff carpet
and his brown mallet stink hits
my keening nostrils
his grunts grate lonesome
through a blunt two-tone moustache
as patrons reel back
on the busy day
he counts armpit soggy notes
on my trembling palm
reek like vagina
gone bad - perhaps there is a
stenchlady at home
she waits, nose deaf for
the weekend, when she will turn
Sunday Sun pages.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
The Fucking ItchMy mind is short-circuitedThe Fucking Itch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
intense and inane
this state of mine
resonant, and lacking reason
Insanity, I love you so...
denying any solid thought
forcing on me disillusion
killing every moral kept
I'll keep you in the darkest bind
slowly tear you with my mind
save you with my love, and then
fuck you up, my twisted friend
Self no longer innocent
poisoned deep with this scent
toxin burning far inside
demons ripping though time bide
Cutting myself with this lust
strangely feeling only trust
truly why I stare you down
unrelenting even 'til now
Call me lover, call me bitch
I'm gonna cure your fucking itch
and the only thing I'm going to say?
... singame. <3
TranquillityThere is night. And there are stars.Tranquillity7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
There are clouds. And there is rain.
There is storm. And there are thunders.
There are people. And there is darkness.
There is me. And there is love.
There is blindness. And there are blind hearts.
There are lies. And there is faith.
There is knowledge. And there are fools.
There are bodies. And there is soul.
There is me. And there is you.
Hold my hand
And we are fire.
We are all.
And we are nothing..
More than soul.
Boys Like GirlsBoys Like Girls8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my Thunder so I needed to make The Great Escape on a Holiday. I was Heels Over Head for you, now Im Learning To Fall because it was just Me, You, and My Medication. You were just a Dance Hall Drug, made me feel On Top Of the World, like we were Hero/Heroine, saving each other. Now its Five Minutes to Midnight and Im just a Broken Man.
Football StarFootball Star10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look so great in your uniform,
Out there on that football field.
I'm the only one that knows your secret,
And your the only one that knows mine,
Cause when we kissed in your room,
After your tutoring session,
We both knew.
I love you, my little, football star.
I watch you every move,
Cheering as you score a touchdown,
And admiring your butt in those pants.
I just want to run out there,
Tackle you to the ground,
And just start kissing you again.
My lovely, football star.
I can't wait to see you after the game,
And come over for your tutoring session,
One that ends with you lips,
Upon mine, in a sweet embrace.
I love our little secret,
And I know you do too.
My sexy, football star.
sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how to breathe. her heart still knew how to breathe back then.
and when it rained, she would close her eyes and imagine it was a beautiful poem filled of fairytale happiness and promises that no one would ever break.
now, she just closes her eyes and wishes it would go away. now, she wishes the silences wouldn't drag on because maybe then her thoughts wouldn't suffocate her. s
GN: The begging(BGM: Will of Heart)"...." a girl, about 5'7" walked down the sunned skies of hueco mundo, her long purple hair swaying in the silent breeze. Her mask remains were on the back of her head, similar to a spiky hair pin. Her blank expression remained unphased, until she stopped. She looked down, eyes wide, and hand over mouth. She let out a quivering breath, kneeling down. "No..." she cried, tears falling on the sand. She shook the dead body before her urgently, "NO!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face. "NOOOOOOOOO!" she slammed her fists on her knees, eyes tightly shut. ".....I can still feel the riatsu nearby...someone elses..." she mumbled. "I will...I will kill whoever did this to you, Grimm-kun..." she kissed his cheek and began to walk...she paused, and took a sharp bone from one of her pockets, and cut her long hair into a short cut.."I will not let it grow long until I find the one who killed you, grimm-kun." her fists clenched, she continued walking, tears stGN: The begging7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
PuzzleYou lift the lid of my battered box,Puzzle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tiny pieces: odd shaped
blanks and tabs.
The finished picture on the cover,
is what you want to achieve.
crumbling under nothing but air;
with bright displays of buckets and spades
to grab the attention of children
who've pocket money to spare.
Vast forests with no sense of direction.
You try to join
pieces, in hands I know
like water through your hands.
The corners first --
begin to structure.
Edges next --
A look of concentration
across your face
as you try and solve the puzzle.
Time filling in,
provides the detail.
Youll attempt to make pieces fit;
forcing straight tabs into rounded blanks
to try and complete this picture.
Those forests don't exist;
towns been pulled down;
castles already fallen.
Finished picture different
from the cover.