Inbreed IntelegenceVerseInbreed Intelegence2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm in a cage
With good reason to be enslaved (be enslaved)
Your reasoning is flawless and I'm not just saying that
With years years of anger
Pent up in rage
Don't whip me again
I might crack this time
Do you hear it?
You should fear it?
Hes coming back for you (Coming back for you)
Its the faint whisper
A constant reminder of what you've become
What a misfortune
Your experience has been
Some people exist to whipped
Some people exist to be wiped off the planet
I'm in enraged
To this day with good reason to be
Can feel my hate on back of you neck
When you give me this crap
Cyber Space HaikuAn easy off switchCyber Space Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
No real harm in cyber space
Real life is obscene
Our World is smaller
But intimate touches are
So far in between
Depedent on computers
We become machine
Revolution of YouBroke free of my shackles in a revolution of mind,Revolution of You6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Body, and spirit with no desire to ever remind
Myself of those days so far done with and gone
To my eyes that now sees the rising dawn.
Bring me the heads of those bastards plagued my past
Death is your name now, you knew this wouldnt last
The day you tainted my own presence with your lies
Let me guide you to your rightful place as food for flies.
Never again will I fall to those agents of the wicked
Whos very touch left me bleeding and sickened
By the banks of a char-black river writhing in pain
Unable to breathe, to feel no, you whores, never again.
I fed off my
a fish on a linea fish on a line2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a fish on a line
you reel me back further
deeper into the darkened cavern
you draw me in
to that cage that glows
saying "look oh how that light shimmers"
you point to the cieling, to the small little light
telling me that everything's ok, everything's alright
I nod quietly and lay on my side
you reel me back further
into that deep cavern
I am but a fish on a line
Good to disobeyIf I had listen to my parents,Good to disobey3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Would I have been a better person?
Let me think
If I had listen to my parents.
I would still work just as hard,
But my intentions would only be for money and wealth.
I would only want useless material possessions.
I would go to sleep before 10 pm at get up at 6 a.m.
I would be working as secretary at some corporate job
If I had listen to my parents,
I wouldn't have made friends with the strangers on the street,
I would care what people think,
My friends would be ordinary people who only care about celebrities,
Do my best to mimic them and be exactly like them,
I would be wa
look what youve donelook what youve done2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
look what you've done,
you striped away all my emotions, left me ice cold.
now i sit here, pretty doll, crying behind my china mask.
but my makeup is bleeding away, showing the real me.
letting my natural feelings show, filling my empty shell with despair.
i was pure, colourless, a blank canvas for people to leave there mark on.
your mark left me nothing but a rose pure and delicate, draped in passion and sin.
Mei's ProfileMei's Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Interests: Sewing, studying, cooking.
Siblings: Mina, Kuro, Reita (adoptive)
Personality: Mei is very shy..she often doesn't realise when someone tries to say they like her in a romantic way, and breaks many hearts unknowingly ^^;; she is really soft spoken and nice, and gets upset really quickly if she angers anyone. People dont usually pick on her because she is so nice. She often tries to criticise Mina's rash attitude, but doesn't press the matter very often.
Under all the sweetness, she has a darker side...she hates herself and thinks not
void-dwellervoid-dweller1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it is chaos given form,
one our minds cannot embrace.
its foul tongue, a locust swarm;
click and whir and carapace.
in bleak depths it was still-born,
the soul spawn of a dead race.
our battle is lost;
our will: less than meaningless
to the varelse.
FMA - Roy Mustang POV - WarЧто значит "армейский пёс"?FMA - Roy Mustang POV - War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Это жизнь по расписанию и смерть по приказу. Это мысли в рамках директивы и дорога, ч
yaoi Rp charactersName: Kaitoyaoi Rp characters3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Appearance: link found in artist's comments below.
personality: He is somewhat shy, but once he gets to know the person, he is actually very clingy at times and out going.
History/Background: he belongs to a rather wealthy family, but due to that fact, his father really never accepted his sexuality. His mother didn't care really and just supported him as best she could. His father believed that it was a disgrace and that he should have instead taken a wife instead. Kaito refused, thus, constantly being on his father's bad side. So after a few ye
character sheet: EmyName: Emycharacter sheet: Emy3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: looks 16
Eye color: blood red when angry, sky blue when normal
Hair color: charcoal black
Clothing: random pair of jeans, tank top and random shirt over it.
Weapons: a bow with a small sword coming out of each end (not a bow and arow, i mean bow as in the one they use in martial arts)
Ability: fire and earth
Background: she is Mia's little sister,(doesn't know it yet)she doesn't have to drink as much blood as Mia, and is slightly more stable, less of a temper. she can be just as sweet as her sister, and at time a little hot-headed. she do
That Winter 2064... for JacabThat Winter 2064... for Jacab3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He woke up in the middle of nowhere. At least that was what he thought. Then the music kicked in, and he realized that the place he was at or in, since there was a roof over his head and walls around him, but luckily not too close around him actually existed. Loud, screeching noises and dark sounds. Not a track he would remember, but the music seemed at least a bit familiar.
Shadowy figures were moving all around the big, black-walled room, reflected in more than a dozen of mirrors. Black light, holographic pornography in certain room sections, competing with live go-go-dancers in metal cages, a bar in front of him
...Walk Away, Stranger...Oh stranger, stay a stranger...Walk Away, Stranger...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No Stranger, stay a while
Walk away, my stranger
Stranger, stay and smile
I do not know you, stranger
Only that your hands
Are worn to bloody blisters
Where streams of music ran
Swift between your fingers
From the tortured strings
That you shed your skin for
Teaching them to sing
Stranger, stay a stranger
Do not let me find
That your tunes are soulless
And your heart is blind
That you might be callous
Petty and unkind
That your wounded hands deceive
Do not let me find
Oh stranger, stay a stranger
Stranger, walk away
Let me dream your strings might sing
Sincerely when you play.
smiling dandyTrue, he wore hearts upon his sleevesmiling dandy5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All trophies none his own
And true, he smiled, but his white teeth
Cut mercy to the bone....
Swifter Than The DaySwifter Than The Day7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, my love; lonely is the grave.
Keep the gift that the water gave:
Silver pearls, buried once in sand;
Thread them now on a golden strand.
Once I laughed, and again you sang;
Sunlight danced, and all the shadows rang.
Now the moon shines icy on your face,
Withered flowers, torn and tattered lace.
Tall oaks grow where you laid my grave,
Leave me cold in the whispering shade.
Oh my love, as you turn away,
Silver pearls bleed silent into grey.
Autumn comes, and all the swaying trees
Rusty shine, and all their sighing leaves
Paint the world in splendor, I was told;
I see blood, crimson, never gold.
Years run on, swifter than the
...old song...The sea in the throat of a shell...old song...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind blowing over the steeple
Faith in the voice of the evening's last bells
Life in the murmur of people
A song for the final embers of day
Made from colours plucked up by the wind
As it slipped through the grass, tangled in hair
Swept the blush from somebody's skin
Older than cities, though sung in their voice
In the late afternoon's lilac haze
Older than voices, than shells, bells or gods
A song for the last light of day
...I Wish...I wish to wake up to a day where struggle was non-existent to our ways of living...I Wish...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where Impossible was Nothing and Opportunity is Everything
I wish for a day our youth can move to their glory path of life by choice and not be subdued to the groove of that to which they view upon their tv screens, as all dreams are attainable through persistence though living within a fantasy while based within reality is only a trap for failure down the line that my mind could never set forth to my people
I wish for happiness to all, no matter shape, size, skin tone, sexual preference, or religious beliefs... As no human being is deserving of li
Silence, pleaseTake the secrets you stole in confidence,Silence, please2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread them aloud as you would a disease,
for I haven't the gall to say what I mean
or show who I am
This is why I provoke your vengeful hearts
I invoke your tongues to speak my word
I'm arrogant enough to think I hold your concern
My life is a performance in the most beautiful empty theatre
From vacant seats, a million deluded eyes of grandeur stare
Spotlights boil down on my frigid stage
When I drop a curtain of reality,
and the glare averts from my rigid amble,
I breathe and reach a level plane
until I lose meaning and purpose
then I'll dance again
© 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
The Sorrow of the Undead.The Sorrow of the Undead.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Sorrow of the Undead
O' to the children that sing and play
despite the setting of the joyus day.
O' to the flesh that peels off thy bones
Rip, Snap, Crack the sounds of it's tone.
O' to the little wise man that once said
has thy ever seen the dead.
O' to the fear the laughter and dread
the screams of millions die in thy beds.
O' to the warmth of the blood and fear
for it quenches thy thirst, and bleeds my tears.
O' to the unbreaking of the new day
the time has come, so please be ready.
O' to those who knows no pain
be weary of those who have been slain.
O' to the undead for it may stay
and suck the life out of anything in
My Best Friend is a VampireMy best friend is a vampire.My Best Friend is a Vampire5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always known it, though others haven't.
All the evidence points towards it.
Doesn't fidget much.
Sometimes she even forgets to breath.
People think she's weird.
She makes them uncomfortable.
She can't help it.
even her eyes change colour.
I love her.
Me? I'm a werewolf.