Life CycleAs a child you said you would protect meLife Cycle7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When in the darkness you used me
When I reached out for your help
There was no reply
Now I look at her and tell her I will never leave
When I take her innocence
My heart is like stone
I have no reply
So she grows older and moves away
Each time I visit the shelter
The police come to take me away
The circle remains unbroken
Each time I repeat it
Until at long last
Verfuhrung-part 2She hung on her best friend's arm as they gushed (maybe a little too loud) about the amazing concert they had just seen. Her heart was still beating along with the drums when they were walking out of the stadium, and everyone was bumping into them and giving them weird looks for being so American. Either of them cared. They just freaking seen RAMMSTEIN! Nothing could ruin their mood.Verfuhrung-part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Holy fuck! Did you see the WING SPAN on that fucking thing in Egnel?" Aiden babbled, spreading out his arms as wide as they could possibly go. "They were like THIS BIG! AND THEN FUCKING FLAMES CAME OUT OF THEM! It was AMAZING!"
"I know!" She replied, just as enthused (and drunk) as him. "And I had no idea they were going to do 'Buck Dich!' DID YOU SEE FLAKE'S FACE?! IT WAS PRICELESS!"
"I don't know how you think he's cute," she said, "I mean I can see Till, or Richard, or fuck, even Ollie! But really? You're into Flake?"
"Hey, take off the nose and I'd fuck him." She slapped his arm and
Favourite SmellMy favourite smellFavourite Smell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the smell of aged books
They smell of
Sweet Azuki beans
1000 different perfumes
but most of all
They smell like my grandmother
Who never went
and that is
Growing UpI used to be a good girl,Growing Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always doing what I'm told.
But very soon I found,
That being good gets old.
I want to let my hair down.
I want to have some fun.
And don't try to stop me,
'Cuz you and I both know,
I'm not the only one.
I'm sick of being pretty,
Of being prim and proper.
If a girl wants some fun,
Why try and stop her?
I want to be free.
I want to be bad.
Give my best wishes to dad.
Tell him his little girl,
Is becoming all grown up,
And living out her life,
Just the way she wants.
LifeLife3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought I told you to be kind
Why can't I just hit rewind?
And relive the moments that were so great
There's just too much on my plate
I want to hit play
For the good times, and stop
For the days that were grey
Can't you just put me on top?
Oh time, please rewind me back to my golden days
Because back then I was happy, always
I just can't trust them anymore
The voices in my head, the ones I loved before
I can't stay angry, just can't be at war
But these things, I can't really take them anymore
I wish it could get better
But what I wish doesn't really matter.
What matters is starting over and letting go
And not things that happened years ago
But somehow it isn't all that easy to forgive
To forget and still have a ocean of love to give
I just can't stand here on my own
Because the future is so scary and unknown
I need some help along the path of life
So at the end I will arrive.
I Survived SuicideTalking to him on the phone I heard him cryI Survived Suicide4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A silent tear slips down my cheek
I can't feel this for him... no matter how much I love him
Why am I doing this???
I take the knife and slice up my wrists
A call comes in
I reach for the phone
One last word with the man I love.
He begs me to stop
He says he'll never leave
He reminds me of the good times
And what we could be
The kids we'll have
The life we'll leave
I struggle to stand
And stop the blood
I let out a cry as the pain sears through me
As I fight for conciousness
As I fight for life
Now four months later
I look at the scars
The darkest ones the run up my arms
He left me
But I'm still alive
Praying my way through each and every day
Fighting to not die
I cry each night
Till the morning light
Why did he leave me
Why didn't I die.
Fear DreamIn fearFear Dream3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but unsure of why
my hands, wet with blood
What have I done?
looking at my hands in agony
terror fills me
Did I kill again?
I quickly look away
and feel my body
shoot up from my bed
I force my hands
to move closer
to my face
Only sticky with sweat
did it really happen
or was it all
just a bad dream?
The Player of heartsHe says hes got time on his handsThe Player of hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a simple little dance
sweeping me off my feet
as we make our way to the dance floor
holding hands, close to each other slowly going
back and forth
to and fro
He`s the worst kind of boy
full of sweet promises
full of half lies
but I can`t deny
He`s got the face of an angel
he tricks my heart into thinking
that he`s going to stay
foever in my arms
Before I know it
dissappeared from the dance floor
without a single
Death RisingDeath RisingDeath Rising4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind blew over the Valley of Death. A crow flew low to the ground that was littered with rotting bodies, searching for something good to eat. It stopped at a human, larger than all the other ones. It gave a loud squawk, cocking its head to the side, searching for grub.
There was a shudder.
The crow flew off instantly, squawking with fear. Dead men did not move!
The man moved his arm up and rubbed his head. Why wasn't he dead like the others? He opened his eyes. Laying there for minutes that passed into hours, letting his eyes adjust to the bright sunshine.
He lifted his head up to see the mass of black birds flying over the dead soldiers. The field reeked with the stench of rotting flesh and the sound of fighting birds filled the valley.
He slowly sat up to look around at the faded uniforms on the dead men. He stood even slower and looked down at his own uniform. The green almost faded to brown and the brown to a dirty gray.
He looked dead. He felt dead. Hell, he even
ValentineValentine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know who you are
Or the sound of your name
I don’t know where you may be
Or how far we are apart
I don’t know the touch of your skin
Or the warmth of your embrace.
Will I meet you by chance?
Or some other way?
It doesn’t matter.
I know I will find you
So I can wait.
I am in no hurry
Though I long day to day.
Because when I find you
I will know your sweet name
And the melody of your voice
I know we will be together
Though miles may go on
I will know how I feel
When you hold my hand,
When you hug me,
When I hear you say you love me.
I know I will love you too
I know I will be yours and you will be mine
And most of all
You will always be my valentine.
CantarellaCantarella4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ten out of ten,
The Konoha kunoichi.
He burned for her,
Yearned for her,
Lusted for her.
His soul burnt,
Just for her.
Since the beginning,
Had he watched her,
Gazed upon her,
Looked upon her.
Even the moment,
He had learnt that she
Would be by his side,
Fighting to protect his family's kingdom,
Despite his emotions hidden physically,
He was in pure ecstasy.
How much he wanted her,
How much more he needed.
Wished for her.
In his dreams
Did she call out to him,
To take her away,
And to teach one another,
Of the hidden passions,
They "both" did feel.
But only in the night,
Did these visions occur,
And when day peeked over,
Would they vanish,
Fleeing with the sin, darkness.
Overcome by the righteousness,
And thus did his anger,
Bubble and froth,
For he could no longer again,
Feel the sensations Tenten inflicted on him,
Seeking AsylumCome into my weary armsSeeking Asylum3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will take refuge
Your sorrowful gait
Gives you no right to refuse
You tire of life,
Of its expectations
Your mind and my heart
Have a strong correlation
When one misbehaves
The other feels the sensation
What on Earth is the purpose of our creation
We lie & we cheat
And the feelings congeal
Barely giving us time to heal
Each day passes
As milk rots in the sun
Our mentality grows
Yet neither has won
Crawl into my weary arms
From the depths of despair
You will take refuge
As I stroke your hair
And the tears will fall
One by one to the ground
In this world where only heartache can be found
9 July 2012
Music of AngelsI find it difficultMusic of Angels4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to imagine life
any other way.
Again, starting over
but learning more
Every smile seems
fresh at the beginning
of a new day.
I dance along with
the beating, of this
heart of mine.
I sing, getting more
lost in the song
Τραγουδήστε με τη μουσική των αγγέλων.
μουσική των αγγέλων
The Only OneWe laughed like mad men, as I hung on his arm and stumbled along with him into the deadened street. Funny, I thought it should have been a lot more crowed oh well. No bother. I I mean, we were too drunk to care at the moment, with all the wine I drank and the cocktail of everything that was in his system. It was however kind of strange how he and Paul could handle so much and be so small in such different ways.The Only One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"FICK DICH TILL!" he yelled into the street. Till was long gone back to his house, but it was still so funny that I almost fell over myself in tears from the laughter. "ICH BIN DER VERDAMMT BESTE SÄNGER DER WELT SCHWULER!!!!"
"Wait, wait," I croaked out, hanging onto him so I wouldn't fall over, still choking on my laughter. "I, I can't understand you!"
"Good! You don't wanna!"
"Yes I dooooo!" I playfully slapped his arm, which got a smile out of him, and landed me a kiss on my forehead. Smelling the booze on his breath as it wafted down to my
JakeJake3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never wanted to hurt you.
No, I never meant to leave you alone.
I wasn't trying to desert you.
You were the best friend I'd ever known.
So why was I so unprepared?
Why wasn't I there?
Now everyday I'm scared.
Why can't someone wake me from this nightmare?
I could have saved you with a call.
But instead I lost it all
Today you're six feet underground.
I'm too afraid to make a sound.
Your voice still lingers in my head.
It's too hard to accept that you're dead.
Every night I lay awake in my bed.
Your tombstone was our last message read.
Shades of GreyShades of GreyShades of Grey3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You see it as Good, you see it as Bad.
Typical that that particular view you should embrace;
The furthest view point your own nose. How sad.
It's those like you that force me into my personal space.
Cold has to be cold. Hot has to be hot.
What you say must be; your rival, must not.
Can't you just, for but a moment,
Open up your mind
And see the picture in its full?
No, you remain blind.
By Angel of Broken Halo, April 13, 2012, Armageddon Year
Within Her GraspShe reaches for the dial on the radio and turns up the volume.Within Her Grasp3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Charlene? Are you even listening to me?!"
Staring out the window she watches the trees flash by. While her mother rants and raves about ungrateful children and their lack of respect, she hums along to the music. Another commercial rears its ugly head. A car advertisement.
She turns off the radio.
She reaches for another cigarette.
"That's a nasty habit, Charlene."
She lights it with a match and the conversation shifts to more important things. Taking a long drag, she feels temporary satisfaction. Her father eyes her with a look of disapproval.
"You need to quit, Charlene."
She reaches for the dial on the radio; this time, she turns it down.
"What the hell? I was listening to that."
Her brother hoots and hollers along with the melody.
He notices her pensive expression. Playfully he musses her hair.
"C'mon, live a little, Charlene."
She reaches for a bar of soap.
"I hate you."
the liarwords dressed up so prettythe liar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laced with poison and sorrow
the fault lies within our selves
darkened by lies and deciet
calling for angels that can`t help you here
as you drown in your own lies and deciet
only dreming of devils and deamons
blocking the path to the escape
you`ve sealed off
with your own kind of hellish actions.
.:: you watch over me ::..:: you watch over me ::.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watch the trees in my front yard sway so gently, i begin to feel myself move slowly with the motion of the wind. it whispers softly in my ear, the way my lover would whisper sweet nothings to me in the early morning. i feel the hair on my neck tickle, and i shiver, as though the wind faintly brushes and kisses my skin tenderly.
my hair dances and twirls gracefully with the cool dawn breeze. i close my eyes and hear your voice all around me. you tell me that you love how passionately crimson my hair is, and that it suits me so perfectly. i laugh, and for a fleeting second, i feel you with me. i open my eyes, and watch the first aurora of light that glimmers- and i feel myself glowing under the warmth of the sunlight. euphoric colours of honey yellow, rose red and flesh coloured pink illuminate a glimmer of hope for the new day.
but i imagine that time stands still for me. for you.
what is love to you? i would ask. and you would answer the same: love i
Deja vu. Again.I had moved here two weeks' ago, but had never visited this section of town so late at night. I had been invited to the pub by my neighbour, to make me feel welcome. An hour ago, she had phoned to say she had been asked to work overtime, and wouldn't be able to make it. Seeing as I was there, I drank a couple of cocktails. I was now walking back home.Deja vu. Again.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drunken people yelled out across the street. A couple of cars drove by, their horns blaring as the inebriated stumbled into the road. A bright yellow car stopped, flashing its headlights. A woman in a red dress banged on the window. The passenger door was opened, and a shouting match started between the woman and the driver. The woman slammed the door closed, and walked away. My stomach churned. I felt as though I had witnessed this before, and a weird protectiveness came over me. I had a strong urge to warn the woman about her actions, but warring partners were not unusual on a night out, and it wasn't my place to offer advic
FallingAs my million brothers and I pummel towards the groundFalling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but wonder
What horrible beast would throw us
Helpless and naked to our doom for his own sick jokes?
For does he not realize that rain has feelings as well?
Does he not notice the fear in us all of our end?
However, I soon stop and look around at our surroundings
I realize myself that this is not a malevolent monster
Controlling our destiny
But a hidden guru
For though our time is short, beauty is all around
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
The TwentiethThe TwentiethThe Twentieth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I say, old boy, can I have a sip?
There are varying tastes of varying substances. Some like their coffee black. Some like their veggies in a spicy sauce.
And then there's tea.
They say a lot can be said about what kind of tea you drink. An aging-old alchemist, Yrnelioptas, wrote on the matter in his work "Of Grains and Gentles" in the early 1500s. This alchemist - and a precursor to psychologists, some claim - divided the types of men according to their favorite way of having their tea prepared and consumed. The first issue was temperature. As stated in chapter three, "Those who are eager to have their tea as hot as the fires of smelters are themselves living flames. They are with passion, even lust in their eyes and want in their souls, for they will not cease to pursue something until their flames burn out." The cold tea drinkers are equally criticized. "...for they, they are those that prefer the coldness of Lapland in their tea, and it is this coldness that ref
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe