Journey To HappinessJourney To Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The deeping twilight silence heard
In the whispers of a half dreamed word,
With new moon in a dreamless sleep
And sun, nostalgic vigil keeps.
The black-red light, a pulsing flood.
The ocean sky, from her virgin blood
That drains a living death, is born-
From the edge of time are softly called,
Two women walking, their sacred feet
On either side of the horizon meet.
One stares with eyes of burnished gold
And round her shapely figure holds
A robe of molten, blinding light,
Her face, in which, is hid from sight.
Each footstep burns an eternal road,
A tuneless song around her flows.
The growing things she once did mind
Have quickly withered, slowly died.
The other weeps from cloudy eyes,
A world of pain in each tear she cries.
Buried in a grey-mist gown,
Her face of steel, once more cast down.
Each footstep is a sodden march,
Her moaning wind is drifting past.
She regards her charges with a shifting frown,
All living things, she slowly drowns.
In the world upon the line,
We, between the tw
Forgotten heartForgotten heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i was lonley,
maybe i was sad ,
but maybe i wasn't the only gril that ever had,
a forgotten heart,
a heart that needs to learn to restart,
a that is covered in woodworm and cobwebs,
a heart that doesn't want to see day again,
and maybe if i wandered back into the sun a god would gentely touch me,
and make me whole again.
DangerousDangerous10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
A Tale O' EscapadeA Tale O' Escapade3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Thou add cubes o' sugary falsity into a cuppa Truth
just for a taste o' bitter drenched ruth.
Thou coated that harsh surfaced wedding cake
with gleaming White chocolate Lies a little too fake.
Thou muted these blood curdling screams
lulled away with thy violin's Symphony o' sweet dreams
Thou placed a fancy mirror in front of reality
just to pretend it's a gateway to thy Sanctuary
Thou brush off Monochrome Land's bitter cry
an attempt to paint a rainbow on a stormy sky.
Thou put ancient Memories to sleep
then broke into a run, into a forest too deep.
Thou dropped suitcases along thy journey
rid off the past like it's some plain ol' history.
Thou put an end to this tale
slammed this book with a hand so frail.
A feeling that refuses to leaveA feeling that refuses to leave2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"My dear let me tell you a story about the past, about a feeling that never goes away no matter how hard you try. And that when we believe in the theory of reincarnation."
July 4, 2000, was the moment I first saw you and noticed you. A memory that far away of course it would be vague but what I could remember was the year after that was when we became classmates. It got me curious on how could you skip one level was when I first saw you, you were only in nursery.
June 13, 2001 was when we became classmates; it was when I hated you and at the same time fell in love with you. At first our relationship was just similar to a cat and dog; I was the dog and you were the cat, back then you were always trying to start a fight with me, trying to provoke me that would lead me to chasing you around our little campus, at first I felt annoyance when I was determined to catch you and beat you up afterwards, but then that feeling slowly dissipated and transformed into fun and enjoyment, I knew you we
Promise MePromise Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll let me know
You'll love me so.
You'll hold my hand
That this is real
The heart we feel.
You'll make me smile
You'll stay a while.
You're truly "fine"
That you'll be mine.
And promise me
We'll sail away
ChainedChained3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have so many enemies
They swarm me till I Fall
Into an abyss of fear
No one knows I am here
I cant move or scream
I cant make a sound
It seems I am bound
And to fate
Cant ask a question
Cant say a word
I'll never be heard
I am bound
I just have to sit and wait
Cause no one can relate
So what if I'm weird?
You wouldn't care if I disappeared.
To me, That seems best
You don't care
Its so unfair
I want to have no breath
And go and meet death
Embrace the cold
Or else I'm controlled
I don't have a heart
I don't have a soul
So I'll take a stroll
To meet death and darkness
To a place not living
And a lot less giving
Temporary EtherealityTemporary Ethereality3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
One moment you're there,
Bringing beauty to my life.
Next moment you're gone,
Leaving me here, all alone
To cope in this hard, grey world.
Life As We Know ItLife As We Know It3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Life is a lot of things: it can suck, it can be happy. It can be so bad of a place that you kill yourself and suddenly, in Heaven, or Hell, or wherever you go when you die, you look at yourself and see that maybe your life wasn't so bad after all, that there are kids who are orphans, and adults who are narcotics, and teens whose lives are destroyed by rape and sexual abuse. But your problem, whether it is a severe name-calling issue, an abusive bf/gf/parent, sexual harrasment, or even a bully who puts you down and beats you up every chance they get, it can be fixed. So if you are thinking about commiting suicide or have plans to already, please just consider what I said and look at the millions whose lives have been destroyed, whose parents have been killed, whose homes have been burned down, and whose lives have been ended for no reason whatsoever, just killed for getting in the way. Please. Just consider.
ChangeChange3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart has ached for much too long...
Tearing at my soul...
Ripping at my mind...
This ache, unbearable...
This pain, unshakable...
This nightmare, unbelievable...
All of it, was too much for me...
Now, the ache is gone...
Replaced with warmth...
Replaced with joy...
I no longer have to hurt.
I can be myself.
I am alive again.
A MemoryA Memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sickly sweet starbursts,
pink shiny wrappers,
encasing the love of my death,
covering up a murder.
packed into God,
oh the irony!
oh the pink!
the saving, the waiting,
was it all for not?
unwrap one at a time,
shaking from the waterfall,
let it flow,
while the bitterness grows,
I can taste it,
but why stop?
filling up with my death,
I was Juliet once more.
underneath bubbles of sick pink,
sharp corners are turned,
crusts of rust on red velvet.
they say it's where character is found,
all I find is temporary morphine.
addicted to the sweet,
to the sickly,
the blanket of pink,
covering the joyful lie of alone.
hate and love,
I gave you pink,
you gave me rust,
Romeo took it all,
more than Juliet could bear,
and one day she snapped,
the rust turned to liquid velvet,
with pink wrappers on the floor.
MaskWho am I?Mask9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
More importantly, who do I want people to think I am?
Tears streak down my cheeks,
my arms aching for something
or someone to hold on to.
An anchor of sorts, to tether me
to this infernal world.
I’m sure none of my heroes would have broken down
or cried like this,
like a child who’s lost.
I’m sure they would have relished it,
this feeling of an uncertain wanderer.
would I be able to do that too?
Because I need to find a new mask to hide behind –
the previous lies crumbled on the floor,
mere shards remaining from the image
I’d carved out for myself.
Would someone be able to tell me what to do?
Would I be able to ask anyone who to be?
I’m sure the answer to this from anyone and everyone would be;
But I don’t know who that is.
I can’t ask anyone for help,
though I desperately need it.
For no one to suspect that I’m wearing a mask,
I need to make it so original that one cannot q
The Secret of Mortality A mellow light poured in through the open window, the interior of the hotel suite smelling just like metropolitan New York. The curtains danced and twisted about as the breeze whispered cool life into the suite. Nikola Tesla consistently kept his window open to allow the local pigeons entrance; he always believed that the pigeons of Central Park were the best fed in the country, due to his mix of special seeds and grains.The Secret of Mortality1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, there was one who he favoured above all the others, a female. They shared many hours together in the park, and she provided him with more hope and encouragement than he fancied he could ever need from a human companion. They were positively in love; all he had to do was call and she would land gracefully on his shoulder minutes later.
This time, in the suspense before the dawn, she blew in like a heat storm. The swoop of wings awoke Nikola, who was draped on an armchair in the living room. He was t
It's okay thoughI thought once that life was like a raceIt's okay though3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
run beneath the sky
with an end in sight
and a line.
But it turns out its more like painted faces,
and dark jungle wars,
with no doors.
Water FallingWater Falling5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
white water tumbles, droplets
hammer solid rocks.
StormTowards us the darkened clouds are rollingStorm3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A force of nature that is beyond controlling
The black night sky is momentarily brightening
The momentary illumination coming from lightning
You hear people scream in excitement and fear
The roar of the thunder makes their cause clear
Soon to follow the thunder is ever cleansing rain
Lack of interest in this spectacle is difficult to feign
Even though this storm has lasted for less than an hour
It served as a reminder of the greatness of nature's power
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,constellations, ambitions, and things in between10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
Be StrongBe Strong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be strong, Land of the Rising Sun,
We are praying for you.
Even if we are very far away,
We're always right beside you.
The fury of the seas
And the anger of the Earth
Won't be able to take you down.
You're like a Phoenix
Always return from your ashes.
Brighter than ever.
Fight, Land of the Rising Sun.
We're always praying for you.
Dark Rao UMVC3 MovesetDark Rao UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Gender: Female (Ninetails = Unknown, possibly Male)
Voice actress: Luci Christian (Not official, but possible Choice)
Game Series: Okami
HP: 850,000 HP Points
Fighting Ability: 6
Theme Song: Red Helmet Extermination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYTBCO_kdvQ)
Description: The Demon Lord Ninetails, finally revealing the fact it has possessed Priestess Rao's body, designed off of the first form that Amaterasu fought in the Dragon Kingdom level of the game and revealing its true identity.
Entrance: The Normal Rao walks onto the screen, Spinning around and gaining the Ninetails mask after a spin of dark aura around her body. She then gets into her battle stance, which greatly resembles that of a Praying Mantis martial arts stance.
#1: I will show you the powers of the Ultimate evil!
#2: Draw your weapon, and face the almighty Demon Lord N
Rainbow Dash TG VIIIRainbow Dash TG VIII2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright, everypony! Welcome to your first day here at Junior Speedsters Flight Camp. We've got a lot to learn over the next few weeks, so we'll need to move quickly."
Rainbow Dash could not have been more excited.
"All I have to do is out fly the other ponies here, and I'll be a Wonderbolt!" The little filly thought to herself while her fellow students mingled amongst each other.
Rainbow Dash eagerly hung onto her instructor's every word.
"Now, the first thing we'll need to do is assign each of you a cabin to stay in. To get started, I'll need everypony to split into two groups. Fillies on one side, and colts on the other."
The pipsqueak pegasus took her place with the rest of the boys, and patiently waited for further instruction. She was far too zoned in on her instructor to notice the ponies around her, who had begun to laugh and point in her direction.
"She thinks she's a colt!" one of the boys jeered.
"I wonder why she's not over here?" a filly whispered into the ear of an
A Pirate's InvitationA Pirate's Invitation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As legend has it...
and as tales have been told...
the veil between worlds
grows thin as October grows old
The worlds of the past
and the present grow near...
causing you to sometimes see
things fantastic and queer
I went to the beach,
with camera in hand...
to record the moon
the water... the sand
I sat up my gear
and what should appear...
but two ghostly ships
on the horizon so near!
Then I was making my adjustments
for exposure and light...
when a pirate of old began
to shimmer just off to the right...
A gull on his hand,
and rum on his breath...
he smelled of the sea
and was as pale as death
Come with me...
he said with a smile..
I invite you to live
a pirates' lifestyle...
We sail the high seas
in search of women and gold..
and live our grand lives
in the high style of old...
All you must do
is walk with me
to the black ship on the water...
that you see in front of thee!
His voice was compelling...
I really wanted to go
but my senses were warning...
with a very firm NO!
So as not