La Trilogie des PrintempsLa Trilogie des Printemps4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La trilogie des printemps.
Ici, le printemps est une trilogie du temps.
C'est un fruit fragile qui s'ouvre en trois pelures.
Il s'en vient en douce et se sauve à toute allure.
Et un jour on se dit que c'était le printemps.
C'est une entre saison d'un temps qui se compose
D'un hiver qui s'étire pour ne pas partir,
D'un délavé austère où tous les bruns chavirent
Et d'un temps où les fleurs et tous les verts explosent.
La saison du printemps blanc allonge l'hiver,
Cet amant éconduit qui lutte et qui s'accroche.
Plein de chutes de neige en rappel des hier
Où le froid mordait même l'acier et les roches.
La neige fraîche tombée au sol le matin,
L'ivresse troublante d'une chair frémissante
Que la douce clarté habille gémissante
Tel le nacre du sperme léchant une main.
Le froid qui mord la nuit et l'insensibilise,
Le soleil qui tente de réchauffer le jour.
Les matins et soirs basculant presque touj
Fever chapter 6Lenalee sighed for the umpteenth time. Timcampy had struggled and refused to show her anything. She tried cuddling it, offering him food, and sucking up to him, but the little guy didn't break.Fever chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Please Timcampy! For the sake of my curiosity and sanity! Did anything happen between those two?!?" The golden golem only rolled on it's side on Lenalee's bed. It was truly loving all the attention.
"Timcampy, please, I'm begging you. Please show me at least one little hint! This is for the sake of research and seeing if Allen and Kanda have something going on! Not to mention that I would totally love to see those two going at it like mad." That was when Lenalee went into fan girl mode That was also the moment when she threw all reasoning out the window.
"Ok, listen here you little bastard! You show me something or I take you to my brother and have you taken apart bit by bit!! Now show me something god damnit!!"
Timcampy began to quiver in fear at the once sweet girl. She truly was related
BSoul Chapter OneBSoul Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young girl, small for a seven year old, practically leaped into the waiting car through the open door. Her parents, a young man and woman also wearing evening clothing, followed a bit slower behind her.
"Hurry, hurry up, mommy and daddy!" she then spoke in her best royal tone, made even better by her British accent. "We cannot be late to visit the Queen!" She bounced up and down as though her seat was a trampoline.
Her mother laughed softly, tucking her daughter's cream silk dress under her to avoid to getting crushed by the car door. "Settle down, Scarlett. Please be a little more ladylike in front of Her Majesty!"
"Of course," the child smiled brightly, "thought it is me who she wants to see, not a stand-in fake."
Scarlett's father raised his eyebrows as he climbed into the front seat and started the engine. "Very true. Though I am still scratching my head as to how you scored so high on your school's entrance e
Give me a chancePlease give me a chance to say,Give me a chance4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's not what it looks like,
Please give me a chance to convey my point,
to prevent a verbal fight.
Please give me the chance to be who I am
and now who you want me to be
Please allow me to flourish and do as I wish
give me the chance to be me.
I do things diffently than the others,
I should be given respect and pride.
You are not one to judge me,
and tell me to hide it inside,
Please let me say what I need to say,
to prove who I am isn`t bad.
Please let me be who I desire to be,
Don't treat me like a clueless lad.
So, Please give me a chance to say,
That I want to be something I like.
Can you please accept me for who I am,
or it will turn into a fight.
I Love You More"I Love You More"I Love You More8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love you more than life itself
For life itself is worthless
Without someone with which to share
The beauty of life's purpose
I love you more than you can know
You've helped me more than you can imagine
I once was lonely, now I see
That miracles still happen
I love you more for who you are
Than what you can or will be
Whenever I am feeling empty
You come along and fill me
I love you more than happiness
For my happiness comes from you
For so long I waited for someone
And now my wish has come true
I love you more with each passing day
More than anyone before
And no matter how much you love me
I will always love you more.
I Love You LessYa know I loved youI Love You Less5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From my very first breath.
Maybe a bit too roughly
Because I loved you to Death.
You know I must be
Out of breath.
Getting a little rusty
Because I broke your neck.
Somebody stop me!
Before I slash your chest.
You know it's not free.
It's not a test.
Do you think it's easy
Just to let you rest?
Because you complete me
And I love you to Death.
Some say I'm crazy.
Covered in blood.
But I've been feelin' lately
Like a sane man should.
Your body makes me
Feel so damn good.
Can't believe I found you
So cold and alone.
Now I have to
Get you on your own.
Don't you know I love you?
Though I must confess,
That I can't wait to
Make a bloody mess.
Don't you know, girl
That I'll love you to Death?
LetterDear,Letter8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are my dearest, and closest, and most amazing friend I could ever ask for, and yet, all I want is to ask for more. I will never be able to thank you enough for sticking with me when things were at their worst; when I was at my darkest, and I couldn't see any way out, you were there. You treated me with the utmost kindness, love and compassion, and I have been only able to show you so little. Doing the best I can will never be enough, and never has been. You taught me to love myself, but to know when to fix and change when I need it.
For a time, I was the type of person who showed my "love and compassion" to people through gentle talk, kind, but shallow gestures, and perhaps even the few occasional genuine words, but you have helped me come to see that I must actually take sincere action and care when I want to show others that I truly love them--as a friend or how I like you; which is to say, even more.
I have been so misguided by this world, and so useless to those
valentines day.scattered dreams on the crumbling floor, dying in the stench of failure.valentines day.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken glass in your heart and cigerettes in your eyes,
spell out my demise.
every human is repulsed by what they themselves have become,
until they look into my face and realise
it's only us they dispise.
yet when you wander lonely through the silent chaos
blood droplets trickle from his lullabies
drowning all your allibies.
HateI'm here to say that I hate you.Hate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate how your eyes find mine and freeze me.
I hate how your arms always find the right spot around my waist.
I hate how your voice floats deeply into my soul.
I hate how your hair covers your face when you look down.
I hate how your fingers fit perfectly between mine.
I hate how your smile brightens my day.
I hate it all.
But none of it is true. If anything, I hate the moment I met you.
Because I wish it had come sooner.
Perfect MelodyYou're the track,Perfect Melody4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'll never skip,
Much music comes and goes,
But your song won't slip.
You're controlling the beat,
The rhythmic pulsing of my heart,
When we're close it races,
And it slows when we're apart.
Your beautiful song,
Washing away all my fears,
Never has such a tone,
Soared so gracefully around my ears.
Your harmony so precious,
It's become an addiction,
Please don't leave my ears alone,
This is my happy affliction.
You're my secret love,
No one else can hear what I do,
You just needed the right listener,
Someone who could appreciate you.
You're my perfect melody,
Not to be replaced by another,
We both had something missing,
And now we found each other.
do you know?01.do you know?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't pu
It Almost Feels like CheatingRight now,It Almost Feels like Cheating4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care who's arms I'm in.
They're all the |s|a|m|e|;
Just shells of people with names that don't matter;
None of them are you
I wish I was better then this,
That I wasn't some whore seeking some attention just so she's not so
a l o n e
But baby, what can I do?
You're gone & there's nowhere for me to go;
I've lost my direction, darling.
I wish I could be strong;
& not just sit here and try to lock away
Painful, S-U-F-F-O-C-A-T-I-N-G memories,
Memories that used to make m
Evil Nursery RhymeA tisket, A tasketEvil Nursery Rhyme6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A severed head in my basket
I cut it off
And watched it bleed
And now I wash my hatchet.
You all look on the brightside
Well I'll be there
So best beware
Or I'll show you the downside
Sweet pies, Meat Pies
All you want is white lies
So you'll make it rhyme
And it will stay in time
Then you wonder why it cries
While all you know are weeping
Children know we're real
We haunting them still
But it's you who we'll be reaping
So sleep tight, sweet dreams
You don't know what nighttime brings
I'll slit your throat
I'll kill you dead
They'll all think it was the Mrs.
Nervosa"She's so tiny, I wish I was her,"Nervosa5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the girls would whisper as she walked past them in the halls.
5'1", blonde, size 4, she never heard the compliments.
In her mind they were whispering how fat she was
& how they noticed how much weight she gained over the summer,
3 & 3/8 of a pound to be exact.
"No more dessert for me" she thought
& no one even noticed that she didn't take a cookie that day at lunch.
"She's lost so much weight, how does she do it?"
all the girls would whisper in the back of classrooms.
Cheerleader, honor student, size 2, knew the whispers were about her
She would stare at her body with disgust
& pick out all of her flaws in the mirror every night before bed,
132 to be exact.
"No more lunch for me" she thought
& when her friends asked why she wasn't eating she said she left her money at home.
"She looks so frail these days,"
all the girls would whisper in the locker room.
Skin & bones, size 0, she could feel them all staring.
To her they were looking at her "fat" bu
HoboIf I were a hobo what would I do?Hobo9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd live in a box and pee on you.
I'd sleep on the ground instead of a bed,
and bugs would live in the hair on my head.
I'd live on the streets, homes aren't an option.
And kids, if they're lucky, get put up for adoption.
And in the winter I might get frost bit,
but nobody cares, not one little bit.
I do not eat and I will not live long,
so when you see a hobo remember this song.
Envy Has Many SlavesSlowly.Envy Has Many Slaves5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeds suffocating in layers of saran-wrap. Held within walls of translucency.
Ask me to grow?
Weak hands scrambling to
b u r s t (colors into invisiblity)
at me with static
letter.dear youknowverywellwhoyouare,letter.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i hate you.
exact hours of sleep.
exact hours of actual sleep.
last night i spent hours on the floor of the bathroom trying so desperately to paint my feelings with words. but after countless poems and angry rants, i couldn't crank out anything close to decent. so a letter will have to say what i feel. i don't think i can make this sound good with pretty words and captivating stanzas. if the truth doesn't pull you in, then i don't know what will.
yesterday, i sat on the floor wondering why i was me. i don't like myself and i can't like you. but whatever it is on the outside i can fix it with a bit of make-up and clothes. i can make myself un-plain and closer to beautiful, but underneath all the materialistic crap, i am ugly and [very unfortunately] me. plus, you're being you. and this is why we have problems.
i don't cry of little things anymore. it used to hurt so much more, but it's just numb now. my body functions, but my fee
SheSheShe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My friend is not just a "she".
My friend is She.
With a capital S.
Because She is amazing.
She's one of my best friends.
I laugh with Her.
I dry Her tears.
I sing (loudly and badly) Her.
And I think I might love Her.
What's not to love?
And She's perfect for me.
I wish I could tell Her how I feel.
But I can't.
I'm not even sure if She knows I'm bi.
So I have to settle for writing down my feelings in a crappy Hello Kitty notebook.
(Seriously, the thing cost two bucks.)
Maybe someday I'll show this poem to Her.
Maybe someday I'll tell Her how I feel.
But for now,
this will have to do.
Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,Description of a Poem8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.
Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.
To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.
What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.
Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.
LoveLove.Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A vulnerable state.
A strong desire.
A physical embrace.
A goodnight kiss.
All these things
we often use
to describe love.
But Love is something
that is much too powerful
to be able to describe
justly and accurately.
You won't know
what Love truly is
until you've felt it.
It is an experience,
or many experiences,
that is impossible
to truly put into words.
Fragilei.Fragile7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wrote this for you.
i wanted you to know
that i am always
i burned my mouth on my coffee
and remembered the scorch of your lips
burning, stinging, lingering.
and i finally lost those ten pounds
that you told me i didn't need to lose
but i felt the need to be underweight
and at night, i curled my little self up in a ball
and thought of every part of me that
you could never love.
i guess a part of me always wanted
to be fragile.
you will never know how many times i saw you
in the backs of other men,
and i ran to them, calling your name
and they'd turn, confused.
they'd say, "Can I help you, miss?"
and i looked into their unfamiliar eyes
and wished with everything in me
that i could say yes.
"could you promise a certain boy
will see me again? because i seem to have
and I'd walk away disappointed
because that was the day I'd decided I would tell you:
you are the sunlight
streaming through my window in the morning.
i spend h