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That simple.That simple.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Whenever I talk to you, I feel so special.
Sometimes you don't bother even looking at me.
I wonder if you even know how I truly feel toward you.
I make a lot of effort for you, and sometimes it feels as if you're ignoring it.
True it might be my imagination, but who knows.
It's so hard to read your mind with every day passing by.
Sometimes I imagine us as a couple, and I imagine us kissing and doing things a couple would do, like going on a date, watching a movie together and more.
I might tell you how I feel any day now.
I might never tell you.
I know that I'll never forgive myself if you'll date another girl.
I know that I will b
Emily LennonEmily Lennon2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and sh
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...„
Chapter 5
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
Betrayed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...„
Chapter 4
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch – yeah, you heard me.
My crazy BAMFMy crazy BAMF2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well," Started Murdock "this may sound crazy but,"
"Oh here comes some screwed up plan that won't help us at all and will probably get one of us almost killed." raved Hannibal.
"Why do you think I'm called H.M?" Murdock reclined against the side of the abandoned plane. You could say that the plane was their "thinking place". That's where they all went to plan or think (hence the name).
"Howling Mad." they all recited in unison.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Face, I'm going to need to talk to you about some trucks and stuff." Murdock gave him a maniacal smile.
"Damn." Face rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I hate being the supply guy. Just becau
Hide it.There are those moments where I feelHide it.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that, if, at all,
my hands were thought
to shape and form
to bring to life what did not move;
that, if, that given,
I would show
what sprang forth from the empty page,
I should not whisper it to any
yes, to nobody but you.
white blank pageThe problem.white blank page11 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes, I have to rinse my mouth out because of that. I still have their taste on my tongue. Hers and his and yours.
(Especially yours.)
I can't get rid of this and start scratching my tongue with the sharpest words I can find.
Piano Strings. Thorns. Glass. Edges. Fear. Grasp. Coldness. Heart ache. Claws. Saturn. Lemons. Tango Argentino. Summer Camp. Lips. Beer. Razors.
But now the taste is a composition of other peoples' souls and an aeruginous copper coin.
Like tea brewed with sewerage and withered moments. That and 300 grams full of blood.
I try to fight fire with petrol and end up in an uncomfortable faint. Deep in
Ciao. Qua la mano fratelloCiao!Ciao. Qua la mano fratello2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Qua la mano fratello
che vieni dalle onde,
con il tuo bagaglio di stracci e
con la disperazione stampata
sulla fronte.
Sai, anch'io come te
ho fatto un sogno,
ero libero, ero felice e
sentivo che mi apparteneva
tutto il mondo.
Ovunque andassi
vedevo sorrisi e braccia aperte,
non avevo paura
né delle onde del mare
né della morte.
E c'è n'era per tutti,
di vita serena e
di bocche sfamate,
non solo per quelli
che raccontano storie
come fanno le fate.
Mi sono svegliato,
non ero da solo, ma
neanche felice.
Il sole non c'era e
delle nuvole nere
oscuravano la luce.
Ti ho visto arrivare,
su di un
The nightmare :S"Hi Cursed One xD I'm leaving Germany soon xD" I pressed send on my phone and looked up, we were driving over some bridge so I just simply looked out of the window and enjoyed the view. Suddenly my mom stopped the car and I looked at her, she said she saw a person walking on the bridge and he looked like someone who could use some food. So she went out of the car and so did I. took some food from the back of the car and made a sandwich. She handed it over to a person, the person looked like he hadn't been in bath for month and his pants and shirt looked like something from the stone age, destroyed to pieces only holding him a bit warmer and oThe nightmare :S2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Ain't the Broken HeartedI know on the outsideI Ain't the Broken Hearted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look so calm and together
but inside you will never know
what a wreck I am,
a tornado spinning round
kicking up high winds
and tearing me asunder,
but don't think that means
I will fall away, fall apart
because my strength overrides
the pain.
Now I find myself stranded
between two different worlds
in one I see you waiting there
and in the other I walk alone,
but it is left to you to decide
just which way I will go,
because no longer am I chasing
after fool hardy dreams,
so will you beckon me forth
or let it all just fade away.
No longer will I be your Atlas
holding everything on my own,
A Woman's HeartA Woman's Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was caught in a moment,
frozen eyes fixed ahead
in a dead unmoving stare
while her lips remain staid.
Her fair flaxen face
held in immortalized beauty
reveals nothing beyond
the beauty of the skin,
for she remains empty inside,
A painted vase in which
no flower shall bloom,
poor soulless vessel
however so adorned
is made no more perfect
for that very flawless unchanging
beauty in youth.
Condemned to eternal grace
and infallible poise that
however you gaze
no matter her admirers
she will forever remain
unknown.
Immortal Lovenow and forever,Immortal Love2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
endless,
fearless,
unbroken,
immortal,
our love...
now and forever
Don't say that you don't want me,
don't say that you don't love me.
Don't say that you're too weak to live your life.
Just think twice before you'll do anything.
You don't have to kill yourself,
you're not asshole as you think.
You're wonderful person.
You helped me away from the pain and sorrow.
You promised to me that you'll ever leave me,
should I believe you anymore?
Should I trust you?
Somehow I feel that this will end soon,
maybe too soon to us.
Why that happens?
Why this is so difficult?
Why this only hurts day by
Cartas RotasICartas Rotas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
GKF:
Sufrir, no es, muchas veces, una opción.
Pero yo decidí hacerlo.
Decidí que lastimarme, hundirme,
Hacer lo que fuese por alcanzarte.
Lo haría.
Si bien los amores platónicos vienen y se desvanecen,
Sé también que el dolor no tiene que tornarse eterno.
Las memorias no tienen color.
Son recuerdos agónicos de quienes creímos ser.
Y nuestros errores pintados con sangre.
Los sentimientos machacados, olvidados, perdidos,
Lastiman, hieren.
Atormentan.
A cuáles cabellos dorados tengo,
Aún frescos en el corazón,
Torciendo con crueldad,
Y fría indiferencia,
Lo que
Reoccurring NightmareSearching in this endless fieldReoccurring Nightmare2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
for the memories that were mistakenly left behind
But all I can see is me - I am alone
it haunts my heart, weeping sadly
and now the darkness once forgotten
is awakening, bringing in the darkness
It pierced the hole in my heart - the emptiness past
To see this life, I await for you
So take my hand... welcome to my reality
A hidden world to escape the darkness
But what happens as the surrounding wall crumbles?
Nightmares are turned into reality
"It is not real" I continue to tell myself
Yet I awake once more, with the scars remaining
the pain has followed me back to this world
and I am, again, st
Love Hate HeartbreakYou had me regardless, you had me still.Love Hate Heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You had me despite, and said you always will.
You had me spellbound and blissfully blind.
You had me awed of true love refined.
You had me wrapped about your slender finger.
You had me bewildered by sweet kisses that linger.
You had me believe when your love was of lies.
You had me chained down when I begged to fly.
You had me ignorant of my stars and my fate.
You had me love, now have me hate.
Story in Pictures Chapter 10Story in Pictures Chapter 102 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The witch had not left her cave since the last time we moved. How was I to know she would follow me? At the time, I admit, I would not have cared either way. I was on the hunt. I returned to where I had attacked the girl, then began to follow her blood trail. Strangely, I lost it before long. I was forced to return to the place I had first found her. I knocked politely on the door and showed the red scarf to the woman who answered, asking for the address of whoever had lost it. Apparently the world has grown slightly smarter than when I was truly alive, because she did not trust me. I sensed no one else in the house so I forced my wa
Broken Promisesdoesn't words mean anything to you? don't you care nothing about that what you say to other ones? Don't you care about them's feelings?Broken Promises2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you say so often those empty words without feelings. Don't you know how much it hurts while the subject doesn't seems so? maybe you don't just care about that. you think that you can say anything what you want to other ones because you think that you're always right while you're not
Come To MeAgain I'm feeling this feeling inside me.Come To Me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's killing me so sweet and tender.
I give that do whatever it wants,
I don't care anything anymore.
I'm just zero piece on this insane puzzle.
Will it ever be complete like after all this shit what reminds about all that suffering inside this needless world?
I'm missing you so much,
you can't image how muchs this hurts me when I'm not with you.
You don't know hoe pain it brings to me.
Love seems to be a one murder sometimes while I love to be loved.
I'm just a empty piece in this impossible world without you.
Please come to me,
I want you back to my side and hold me on your arms.
Th
Requiem*There's no single thought inside your head,only shadows of air vibrations.My heart is filled with emptiness.We are ideal for each other.Requiem3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
*Outside someone's clanking with keys,trying to find the one,opening up your door...In desperation plaintively calling you.You pretend there's no one at home...
*And they beleive you: the empty-hearted person and the Wind,who lost his key...
*But when you relize that the only human holding your hand is a doctor trying to feel signs of life in your body...When you learn that the new morning is just the ashes from cigarettes the Night has smoked for her time above us...Then you 'll wish to call me,but you
VampiresIt's dark outside, it's late.Vampires4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm the only one awake,
There're blood suckers about,
Luckily I've got a big wooden stake!
~ Baldpagan
Adam"Adam"Adam11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To my only son do keep your head held high
And please may you treasure these words after I have died
My thoughts have become mysteries lost among the sea
People choose to behave as they please and so I shall let them be
But to you my only son who I shall never truly know
I speak to you through my writings before it is time to go
Your mother in all her beauty will raise you up so strong
And tell you stories about your father after I am gone
To my only son this one favor is all I ask
To preserve my writings forever is not a difficult task
It pains me to know that soon my life will end
With that I act so quickly to heal and ma
Echo of the past 14 [ENG]Echo of the past 14 [ENG]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took 4 hours to translate this chapter
14. The Blonde
Closed eyes.
Head bent back.
Long neck.
Parted lips.
BOOM
Blonde mohawk moved swiftly.
Brows lifted the eye lids followed.
Brown gaze.
Confident and strong.
Staring.
At you.
Hand moving down the cold, vertical stand.
Slowly.
Lightly.
Delicately...
Lips.
Parted again.
Low sound.
Whisper.
Sensual.
Craned neck.
Long fingers leaving red long mark on the skin.
Sliding down the neck.
To his shoulders.
QUIET.
Stare.
At you.
As if there were only him and you.
No one else.
Quiet.
You can hear your breath.
Your heartbeat.
As if in a slow motion.
Eyes. Closing.
Sta.sh
