Jayy and Dahvie Vanroe ch.4Jayy and Dahvie Vanroe ch.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After about an hour of walking and asking for directions back to our hotel, we made it. We walked threw the doors of the hotel to find Sally and a few other friends talking to the front desk lady asking if she seen Jayy and I. "Hey." I said walking up behind them, they all turned around "Oh my fucking god. What happened to you guys?" Sally asked laughing a bit and reaching forward to pull a twig out of Jayy's hair. "Uh." Jayy looked to the side. "Its a long story" I said giggling. "But here is one part of it." I turned towards Jayy and pulled him close to me and kissed his lips softley knowing that I had abused them a little to much earlier. "Oh." Sally said smiling. "Dahvie, I wanna go get cleaned up." Jayy said tugging on my arm. I nodded my head. "Sally we'll talk later okay?" She smiled in agreement and me and Jayy strutted away hand in hand. We finally reached our room and I ran in and jumped on the bed. "OH, so fucking cozy!!" Jayy shook
Bandstuck 1==> Be John EgbertBandstuck 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Your name is John Egbert, and at the moment you are sitting in the room of your best friend, Dave Strider while he mixes some sick beats on his turntables. Or, you would assume they were sick beats- you know next to nothing about music aside from the fact that you enjoy listening to Dave's. The things he does with his music sometimes makes you feel like you could just- up and float away on them, y'know? They're catchy and seem to wriggle under your skin, take over your pulse, make you sway to the rhythm and open your mouth and want to dance and sing and-
You clamp your mouth shut before anything other than a gasp escapes you, swallowing dryly and biting the inside of your cheek. Dave doesn't need to be subjected to that, you tell yourself firmly.
But it's too late- he lifts his head from the dizzying drowsiness the music creates and gives you a look. Or, well, you think he's looking at you, you can't tell through his shades. " 'Sup, Egd
A Silent Exclamation Mark"They're arguing again," Said the boy, "My parents always argue. If their relationship was punctuation, then theirs would be an Exclamation Mark. I'm quite sure of it."A Silent Exclamation Mark4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, who was sitting on the garden wall beside him, giggled, "How can you compare love to grammar...? The two things are very different."
"Not to grammarians!" pointed out the boy, "No, it can. You see, my mum and dad are always arguing but never seriously and at the end they always kiss and laugh about it. Go on, think on it, what would your parents be?"
The girl's smile slid like a tear from her face, "My parents would be a question mark," she murmured softly, "Ever since my mum got ill my dad doesn't seem to love her anymore..."
The frosty breeze blew. No one spoke.
"I'm sorry," whispered the boy at last, sobriety weighing down heavily on his otherwise youthful words.
"Don't be," she replied with a plastered on grin, "I li
Memories...Memories...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes I still dream of you
You made my dreams come true
And though we've been apart for like forever
I still imagine us together
I wonder if I'll ever stop loving you
And I'll feel so blue
While you already moved on
Each day I struggle to stay strong
And when the memory is here
I try to keep my vision clear
For I know I should forget
Because you did me wrong, just like that
I can't stand feeling this way
Wanting this, but trying to walk away
It's like you're inside my brain
Not causing much but pain
Goodbye..I guess it was the very pretence, that you believed to know exactly what I was feeling, that had me in utter disbelief. You left me, so how was it possible that my pain could ever seem significant to yours. Don't get me wrong.... I am not suggesting that it was easy for you to say goodbye to me, but it was I who was left standing in the rain, watching your back as you walked away, my tears mixing with the wet drops of a summer storm and my heart lying in a thousand, unseen pieces...Goodbye..4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My feet could not move.
I stood motionless and without feeling.
It was as if I was outside myself looking at some-one else.
My hair was tangled and wet about my shoulders and the eyes that were staring into the distance after you were red and full of pain. My mouth was open but no words could escape. It felt as if they were trapped within my throat and strangling me into silence.
This was exactly how I had dreamt my life
We Can Fly From HereWe Can Fly From Here5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up in the sky,
The birds fly,
The songbird sings in foreign ancient tongue,
The sky moving,
The clouds perk,
The bird flies away.
The sun calls our name,
We chase the light,
We cross the bridge that connects us,
Breaking the barrier that divided us.
We climb our favourite apple tree,
To kiss the sun,
The wind touching us,
Gentle wind singing,
The rain dousing us in love.
Our mind, body and soul are free,
We run towards freedom,
We can fly from here
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
Do not pity meI do not need your pity.Do not pity me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just because I cannot have what you are receiving, does not make me a lesser person. It only means that my life is taking different turns to yours. Everyone is different and makes different decisions. Just because my choices are different to yours does not mean that you have the right to look down on me.
You may think that my choices have made me bitter. Maybe they have. Time will tell if you are right.
But do not pity me my choices. They are MY choices and mine alone.
Letters Of LoveFrom the moment I turned on you,Letters Of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've felt deserving of death,
For my feelings are and have been true,
I scream your name under every breath,
I see your smile in my mind as vivid as a photo,
I could sketch you purely from memory,
Outline all of your striking glow,
But for acceptible ability,
Though these letters of love may fall before blind eyes,
It's for you I still write,
Praying you dont think they're lies,
That one day I may hold you tight,
But now I Fear to say those words in my head,
That may push you away so far,
But I'd rather see my blood shed,
Than to deny my feelings for you,
You're the first I've ever felt this strong for,
Let's make one last fight,
to open the door once more,
And make it right
Earth Mother EarthEarth Mother Earth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mihalis awoke in the morning,
The morning dew kissed the flower as it bloomed,
The young Elf plays his Harp
As his ears were sharp,
He heard the march
The Earth gives us life,
The water sings to us,
Takes us to lands afar,
The wind guides us,
The sun controls us,
The God of Light smiles upon us
Waiting for us to taste the fruit of the Suntree
Earth Mother Earth,
Save our children,
Save our voice,
Save our land
Earth Mother Earth,
Save us from man
IX. I am a poetIX. I am a poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
My verses empty
Themselves of their acid
My feather sinks
On a grey ground,
Earth without ages,
Roaming in the course of pages.
I am a poet
I do regret,
Young person without talent,
Roaming in the wind
The moon is full
I paint without trouble.
And this night,
Everything ran away
An old man's deathAn old man's death5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it until then. That would only be a month after the six month mark the doctors gave him back in March. Then she adds .
He didn't know what to say. He'd never make it that long. He knew he couldn't. For a moment, she caught the distress in his eyes, but he looks away quickly back at the cookies and milk. "Thanks for the cookies." H
deari am not meantdear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to feel this much
for you, dear;
i am not meant
to call you dear,
i am not meant
to write for you.
when i write
it means i
i am not stupid,
i know that
i am not meant
to think of you,
i am not meant
to feel for you,
to fall asleep
with a flush
on my face
as your name
and sharp images
of your skin --
red thoughts --
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
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
YouYou can't write a poem when you are in love--You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not in the sense of trying to capture what you feel,
What you see, what you desire because there is only so much that can be said.
A simple syllable which grabs the tongue in a choke-hold,
Suffocates the senses and drowns out any other thoughts of logic,
Until every math equation, grammatical structure, and fine pieces of literature
True LoveLove is like madnessTrue Love6 years ago in Open More Like This
That's why I love it,
- that is truly madness
Nature.Nature.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nature is how I am named,
And with power I have came.
Hear me Shout,
And the ground shall Sprout.
Watch me as I shad Tears,
Until your precious cities shall fall in Fears.
Make me feel Sadness,
And I assure you that my storms will bring you Madness.
If I fall in Anger,
The world will burn in Fire.
Now at the End,
I showed you I do not Depend.
So please keep me Clean,
Because I like this planet Green.
When I ListenI've never once hated snoring--When I Listen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or found the experience to be annoying
since the one I shared the room with
has always been with someone I liked sharing a room with
and the sound made by their breathing
was comforting to wake up to in the middle of a night,
especially after a bad dream.
Ricochet of bullets and the trumpets of war
become a lover's caress and a sound I adore,
a simple huff of air blows away the most frightening storms
and I snuggle up closer with my head on his chest,
eased by the fact he is well and alive
and still by my side.
The silence is what destroys me.
The distant ticking of a clock that I did not know we have,
passing the moments closer to an alarm,
passing the minutes closer to an end,
keeping time to the thoughts that keep buzzing in my head,
possibly the most nerve-wracking feeling of all,
just wanting to sleep and knowing you can't.
Then it's the chorus of the frogs croaking in summer,
the sound of the wind, dancing out in the snow,
the rustling of leaves al
Autumn FeelingsAutumn days come againAutumn Feelings9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
working its subtle transformation,
bringing with it sights and smells
that awaken the imagination.
The weather starts to cool down,
while the heart burns with an awakened fire
to reach the sense of transformation,
but is met with a different sort of desire.
Dreaming of a different world
filled with a true reality.
Dreaming of a different love,
and a different mentality.
Colors darken all around,
bringing out the sleepier tones.
Night keeps its gentle hold,
with the cool mists of the unknown.
Autumn's mellow temperment,
soothes the restless mind,
but the heart still stirs
to be full of love and break its confines.
The earth is aroused in the night,
starting its yearly preperation,
for the long winter days,
to complete the transformation.
Winter days will soon be come,
with its promised joy and good cheer,
and the days of hope and goodwil,
is gearing up and ready to appear.
Autumn days will soon fall away,
but the changes will be left behind,
the mellow and the sti
Lost SoulsDear Love,Lost Souls8 years ago in General More Like This
Its raining. Not the gentle calm rains in the middle of a season that make you re-evaluate the beauty of nature even in the worse of storms, but a more cruel rain. The wind howls and through the small crack in the wall sinks into this dank room and chills me. Im reminded of a wolfslick, quick, and I have fallen under attack. Im a prey to this weather; it can play such cruel tricks to my mood. A melancholy feeling has entered my soul, gnawing away at the warmth of my heart. The rain seems to represent an endwashing away the past with the fury of an ex-girlfriend ripping to shred old love letters and throwing away possessions she thought you would never want to see again.
I wonder if I will ever see you again.
Sometimes I wonder whatever would possess me to write such a letter, to you, long gone and moved on. Two souls, two hearts, who had desperately hoped to become one. Yet somehow the mold did not quite seem to fit. I wonder why. I look up at t
Silver Heart ChainGive me your heart, he whispered in my earSilver Heart Chain8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I looked at him curiously. My head tilted to the side
Not exactly understanding what it was he was demanding.
You already have it, silly. I kissed him softly
But he did not seem to believe me and shook his head.
I dont. I cant feel it. He pleaded. His eyes wide
Those blue eyes I can never deny
But I did not know what he meant as I placed my hand against his chest
Its in there. And yours is in here. Placing my own hand against my ch