morte e vidamorte e vida4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A morte significa mais do que o último suspiro.Quando ela chega não é o fim.Um imenso mundo nos acolhe. Um mundo em que nada é concreto,mas nada se escoe; Tudo eternamente ali.
Não existe céu ou inferno, mas a ideia do que ambos são . Neste mundo há dor e felicidade.A dor é diferente .Ela não nasce do toque. Mas do roubo de seus amores. A felicidade é a ideia do céu, são laços eternos e o voo na imensidão.
Seu espírito agora é morador deste mundo, cabe as suas memórias em vida descidir, qual é a sua casa, a dor ou a felicidade.Geralmente os moradores da dor tem agonia tão incessante, que seu sofrimento paira no mundo real, nascendo assim os chamados¨demônios". Os moradores da felicidade, com seus voos rasantes deixam cair penas envoltas em compaixão, delas nascem os chamados "Anjos", seres puros de amor imenso,por onde passam deixam paz e esperan
My Green ManMy Green Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rises
and I rise with her,
roaming in gossamer dresses
and bare feet stained with earth
and ashes from my hearth.
I bind flowers
and love knots
in my long hair.
The scent of roses follows me,
and he finds me,
The Green Man.
The beggar prince of the woods
emerges in his leathers
at his consort,
his wild witch.
They called me a goddess, once.
Now no one remembers my name,
but he knows, he always knows,
My Green Man.
He had a name too,
once upon a time,
"when wishing still helped"
as he says.
I like to whisper it to him late at night,
to remind him I still have power.
I wish on the stars I see reflected in those autumn eyes.
His eyes sparkle when he kisses me,
and the world goes soft and white.
He was mine since he saw me,
caught in the fairy ring of fate.
An arranged marriage of the souls,
with Mother smiling down
and a million fairy lights
forever looking on.
If he is the forest
than perhaps I am his sky,
two Gaian spirits
forever dancing that mad
I wouldI am told by the gods,I would3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the stars,
and the knights,
and the cards
that your path
is not my path
at this moment in time,
That it doesn't
if we fight
This is how training must be done
with struggle and hardship,
with tears and with blood
so that we are ready for
horrors to come.
But if I could defy my gods
just this once
I would call you back to me.
WaitI am little more than a stupid childWait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pushing too hard when I act out
stabbing through hearts with
my white hot tongue
and I'm sure it cannot go unpunished.
I am unsure it can go forgiven.
Mad, hurt, grasping for ideas
I abused because I felt you had abused
though I did not do it purposely, knowingly,
but you could not have harmed so greatly as I.
I forced you into horrors
that wake me up screaming
more often than anything else
and demanded answer
what should have remained
smoldering in my mind.
I wept in your arms
for these things,
I should not have made you
weep with me
when in truth,
it was not your fault
and we both know that.
I would rush to you if I could
and lay myself at your feet
to accept my fate as it came,
uttering the same two syllables
like a prayer
and I washed your feet with my
tears and my hair
But I cannot,
until the moment
comes when I am released
from that charge.
I must do as told,
in all things,
at all times,
and I will.
The only act of devot
Army of twoMy heart's not brokenArmy of two2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a bit used
I require no fixing,
I demand no mending,
just a bit of time
All I ask is that you stay
join my little army of one
and pay no mind
to the mud and the blood
that cakes on my armor
because I'm too
Just for now,
I'll have my picket fence
and you'll have yours,
and if we're quite lucky
roses will twine between the two.
I do not pretend to.
But I do know this;
that despite the waiting and the working
and the oh so careful tiptoe-ing
that feeling as I do about
this business of me and you
is like breathing
on a warm, fresh morning
on a tuesday in June.
Cancer SurvivorI am a F*ckin' Cancer Survivor!Cancer Survivor5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FriendsI tell myself you never loved meFriends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it's easier to face
than the thought that it's possible
to not be loved well enough,
to not be loved enough.
I lay the blame on myself of course,
for faltering too often,
demanding far too much.
It was me, after all,
that watched the years
build up like walls,
that couldn't build
a bring so long.
It was me that fell to my knees
over and over
at the thought
of being abandoned,
and did the abandoning
when I felt so lost.
I'm not angry,
you were not
the man I
that you would never
see me as I saw you.
Peter Pan never really
saw Wendy the way
she thought she'd be seen.
Peter Pan runs wild
with his lost boys,
for more friends,
or a wife.
That's not what he wants,
and who am I to tear
him from that world?
I hope it's a nice world,
even if you don't believe it is.
You've always been like that,
a bit too grim for you own good.
You could never tell
I can see your smileI can see your smileI can see your smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and almost hear your laugh,
and it makes me want to smile
and cry and scream
for things that have been and will be.
Everything I do these days,
is with you in mind,
in preparation for the moment
I can hold your hand in mine,
and really truly call you mine.
The fruits of endless hours of training,
practicing, learning, and waiting
the result of the purest love I can muster
a love that I hope will only be dwarfed
by my boundless love of you little dove.
I will teach you what I can,
how to make things
with your will and with your hands.
I will teach you to be strong
to know what is right and wrong
and when that it's alright to be unsure.
My home and hearth for you, little darling,
and the earth and sky below.
I'll cradle you in the crescent moon
and the stars will sing
their lullabies in the heavens far above.
Armies of your family and our friends
will raise swords and shields for you,
cross oceans for you,
die for you,
for no other reason
MaryI wonder if mother MaryMary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had days like this,
sullen over the delivery of her fate.
No, I'm sure she was grateful,
honored beyond honor,
unfaltering in her faith.
I wish I had the virgin's grace
but I've known for too long
at least an inkling of my fate.
I, like her, will make no virgin bride,
but sons do not eagerly make my belly swell,
too often they do not come.
It is always by some accident,
and it makes my heart ache still
but I rarely seem to make it to the sons.
First I must bare a child more fair
than little boys can be,
a daughter that without doubt belongs to me.
She is more than we ever knew,
she is everything light and good
everything destroyed and lost and taken
She is everything we're waiting for,
everything we could need,
everything worth protecting
And yet, I am torn,
scorning that feeling of being little more
than a priestess to breed.
Only I must find her father,
there's no hope of an immaculate conception
if anything is sure.
There is so much riding on his
AloneIm slowly breaking. My heart is cracking and the pieces are slowly falling into the blackness, my hearts being consumed. I have no dreams... no soul... my demon is taking over... and i cant but think that life is never going to be the same. Why is everything my fault... please kill me... put a bullet in my brain... i cant live like this!!!Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant stand everytime i meet someone I try to love, something always gets in the way, something turns my mind and makes me do things i cant control. It makes people hate me and they dont want to be near me, they walk away leaving me all alone. Staring into the darkness I wonder, thinking maybe im just not ment to live. I look at the gun in my hand and tell myself this is the ticket out. My ticket out...
WIP -Persistent Kills- WIPPersistent KillsWIP -Persistent Kills- WIP1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Scrunch Scrunch Scrunch
Fall beaten Leaves tumbling through the air with ever stride,
powering through the thick and overpowering forest trees.
Her breath showing with every puff of energy.
A howl lingered not far behind the beaten path she had created.
His chilling cry sending chills throughout her body,
her bird like legs were not made to run like she was.
She cried with every push,
her white pelt glistening in the moonlight that made it through the treetops.
Jessie's head tilted to one side to look from her peripheral vision,
spotting the coal black brute that was persistent in getting his nasty fangs on her innocent throat.
Frightening sounds swirled around her like a tornado,
one way was no better than the other.
Her mind was scattered like a jigsaw puzzle,
her legs scrambled here and there,
dodging all the rooted trees,
as though they were needles containing deadly poison.
Her hind leg nicked the o
Golden MemoriesGolden MemoriesGolden Memories7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I opened the door to the house and yelled Im home dad! There was no response. I thought maybe he was working late today. As I made my way to my room I heard some strange noises coming from it. I was just a child back then my curiosity got the best of me. I peeked through a crack of the door, and I saw my father holding my underwear in one hand and his in the other. I gasped, not knowing what he was doing. His head quickly spun around and as he saw me he stood up. He looked possessed, as if he were a beast. He walked to where I was and I noticed he wasnt wearing any clothes. I didnt understand I was scared, but I didnt know why My dad wouldnt hurt me, would he? I stepped back slowly. He just smiled at me. It wasnt the sweet smile he usually had around me; it was more of a perverse smile, as if I was just a tool to entertain him. He was getting closer to me. I turned around and started walking down the stai
Father and SonHe watched the trio from the small crack in the door that was the entrance to the Captains Quarters.Father and Son8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the room was a worn wooden desk with an oil lamp, a book and a pen with its bottle if ink nearby. The only light in the room was provided by the soft moonlight coming from the only window in the room. The light shone on the three sleeping on the bed as they slept unaware of their visitor. Shanks, his captain was asleep on his back, his left arm was hanging from the bed, his hand grasping a childrens story book that he had most likely been reading to the boys before nodding off along with them. Seven year old Luffy was curled up on the captains stomach with his head resting on the red haired mans chest, the captain had at some point brought his right arm to wrap around the boy, his hand resting on the little ones back. Ace looked as if he had, had an episode just after the other two had fallen asleep. The ten year old was sprawled out at the end of the bed face plated in the pir
unending hymnsi know you've met a new girl.unending hymns5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hope she's nicer than me.
i hope she's prettier than me.
i hope she loves you a little
like i do, but not
insects glued to my teeth,
i cannot speak
without knowing your breath;
i cannot beat
my heart against its cage
without the love that
broke it free;
i would probably
if i were that close to you,
to be your she,
to be your her,
to crawl inside of you
and ring the bell
that makes you tick;
love, know the power strung
between your claws.
maybe i am just lonely
but the wind is calling your name.
the crickets serenade me
on their knee-sitars and i hear your voice
joining their ceaseless hymns.
i am not myself.
i am the me i became
the second you became my life,
le raison d'etre,
reason to be.
i love you. i will always love you.
i am trying to love you the right way but i don't know how.
i know you care about me and that means enough for the world to turn.
it means more than what i'm worth.
i don't know how you make me feel this
100 Theme Challenge - Writing1] Beginnings100 Theme Challenge - Writing7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
451You were my burning bush,4513 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fire that did not consume.
Please don't let the flames consume it.
What we had, what we made, what I gave you.
Leather bound love,
the sweet smell of ink and devotion and longing.
Keep it, tucked away if you must,
like you do with the bit of my heart you still hold.
I will never consider it a waste,
never the ultimate heartbreak
though we broke eachother in half.
Knowing that I loved like I loved,
that you loved me too
and that we built eachother a fortress of words,
coffee cups and cigarette butts.
Keep it tucked away somewhere safe,
where your children
or your grandchildren
can find it.
I hope one day they do find it
and that they will know
that someone loved you so so much.
That they would have spent fourty years
in the desert looking for you,
walked across oceans to sit at your feet.
If only we had not been so clumsy,
if only we could have taken that leap.
You hate me now,
for slights real and imagined.
CANCERCancer is a disease that has no preference. It has many forms and kinds. It comes so silently that most of the time we don't know it's there. It doesn't care what our age is. You can be perfectly healthy, and still get it. It slowly invades your body. It shows up in many different place. It can completely turn your world upside down. Most of the time we hear about the good, and loving people who get it. It'll make you reevaluate your life, and what's important to you. It'll show you who're your true friends are. If you allow it, it can either bring you down or inspire you. It can have love shine through you. It'll make you become humble. It'll help you realize how precious life really is. It can bring you closer to your family. Sometimes it can help your faith grow stronger. It can open your heart to receive His love. You'll learn to appreciate life as a gift. You'llCANCER6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The HolocaustStep by Step,The Holocaust11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They march in line.
Hand in Hand,
Do they know
their close destiny?
They will not
Lines are split
into a great two,
depending on things
they can and cannot do.
Strong and skilled
are in line one; others?
Their life is sadly done.
Each a number
owned by others,
There were now
Old and weak
too little you could tell,
were all shot dead
into the pits of hell.
Beat and pushed
to a life of hate,
for many it was too late.
The Land was full of
Blood and tears,
Smells were full of
Flesh and fears.
Many drowned in
like a broken glass.
all were seen a futility,
except their bodies
reused to cope,
Hair for pillows
Fat for soap.
So what is left
for those who survived?
A number on the arm
they were in hell,
but they are alive.
SlipKnoT - To mr. Paul GraySlipKnoT - To mr. Paul Gray6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To wonderful Mr. Paul Gray
Pet name "The Pig".
That left handed wonder.
The best left handed bassist.
The one of the Nine.
Only Eight left behind.
The loved ones, friends...
They miss You.
The world will
never be the same without You.
You gave us a voice,
a place to go to get away
from the troubles in our lives.
You were a dear close friend
and a brother to us.
Who had a special relationship
with your band and fans.
You were a one of a kind person
who can not be replaced.
But. No matter what;
You might be gone but not forgotten.
You left us here but
Your soul is still here with us.
Please, guide us.
Lead us to the better world.
Watch us from the Heavens.
Rock the Heaven
with other wonderful
musicians who had left the World
and gone to the better place.
We all love You
from the bottom of our hearts.
Bath - for vashs-angel“I’m staying here.”Bath - for vashs-angel9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nobody protested. Maybe a couple of mouths opened, but closed again just as quickly.
Maybe Jak carefully chose the situation when to make his statement. But those who knew him felt quite sure that he spoke straight from his gut just as always.
Maybe he had only right then realized what he truly wanted, when he stood there – tense and silent before the fire at the heart of Spargus. Unmoving for a long time, while the flames sent flickering shadows over his features and black smoke cascaded towards the stars. Flames and shadows making him look far older than he was.
Jak said nothing for a long time, even though all around him cries of sorrow and respect rose from the ragged masses. He only watched the flames, dancing around the immobile body in their midst.
Cries at first, but then slowly, another sound – a dry th
A Normal Day In Enies LobbyA Normal Day In Enies Lobby7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Normal Day in Enies Lobby
What I had witnessed in the kitchen, well it was just too delicious to keep a secret! I knew I had to tell someone, and, with that someone in mind, I rushed from the table and flew into the hallway.
Almost crashing into Kumadori who was entering the kitchen, I rushed an apology in his general direction. However, I could hear him call after me, Where are you going in such a haste, Fukurou? And I stopped; I figured I could give him a hint.
Whispering in his ear what I had seen, he gave me a perplexed look. Oh? Is that all?
But this is big, chapapa! I exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down in anticipation. Who knows when this event would end?
Kumadori, who still didnt seem interested, turned into the kitchen and out of my view. Well, that was no problem for me. I still had to find him before it was too late!
Continuing through the large building that was Enies Lobby, I reall