A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
Solitude of a Broken HeartA glass falls to the floor, shattering, and everyone looks around,Solitude of a Broken Heart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You sit there in the other corner, bound, while you stare at the ground,
Tears in your eyes, they come as no surprise,
But no one sees your worried frown,
No one hears that you're down,
Cause the heart is the only thing that breaks without sound
BrokenMy wounds wont healBroken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scream into the darkness
no emotions inside left to feel
just when I thought I could trust you
Broken Body, Broken MindBroken body, broken mind,Broken Body, Broken Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken pieces, left behind.
Damaged lover, damaged heart,
Damaged soul, torn apart.
Stolen thoughts, stolen life,
Stolen secrets, full of strife.
Broken body, time may mend.
Broken mind, finds no end.
12 Virtues1. Courage12 Virtues6 years ago in Open More Like This
When you encounter a challenge, and are unsure what to do, never hesitate.
Go with your gut.
Have the integrity to realize what is right, and the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Always stand up against those who mock you and those you care about. And always have the courage to admit when you have done something wrong, or are doing wrong.
Take hold of your body and seal it.
Sex is the gift of completion.
The mind and heart must be truly fulfilled, before you engage in the act of lust. Let yourself not be alleviated by the stirrings in your body, but rather by the care and affection of others.
Sex is connection between you and the one you truly love.
NOT mere lust.
Do not put your cravings farther than necessary. Eat food and drink only to keep yourself in good health and in good spirits. Waste none.
Food is the essence of life.
It is NOT the essence of being alive.
If you have all you need, do not
Lost. (Rivaille/Levi X Reader)You slowly walked to the walls, it took 4 years to find but you did it. "HEY SOMEONES DOWN THERE" you heard a male voice from on top of the wall. "NO THERE CAN'T BE ARMIN WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" 'Who recruited these fucking kids?' you sighed and saw a titan noticed you. "Shit..." you whispered under your breathe.Lost. (Rivaille/Levi X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"UHM HELLO GUYS ON TOP OF THE WALL, I'M ABOUT TO GET EATEN BY A TITAN AND YOU DON'T WANT HUMANITIES GREATEST SOLDIER ACTUALLY DEAD DO YOU?" You shouted.
All of a sudden a girl with black hair and a red scarf came down on her 3DMG, swooped in and picked you up. "Thanks.." You said and she just nodded. You walked up to the kids. "Yo if you see somebody on the ground i think it'll be the right choice to go and fucking g- Eren, Armin?" you turned around. "Mikasa?".
They looked at you until Armin spoke up. "Sergeant [F/N]?" You nodded and you were engulfed with hugs. You closed your eyes while the group hug and passed out due to exhaustion.
You woke up in a bed, feeling cleane
Poetry in MotionThey call it poetry in motionPoetry in Motion6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the lines flow one after the other
In endless eddies through the tide of rhymes
To make their own little song each time.
They call it life in motion
When the time slips by in a daze
And you forget that today was yesterday
And tomorrow is on the way.
They call it love in motion
When two people reach out and hold hands
And tell the world that whatever they believe
The two of them were meant to be.
They call it hope in motion
When the broken and the beaten smile
And stand up tall, becoming strong
Through right and wrong.
They call it courage in motion
When one man dares to stand against the crowd
And stand with the innocent victimised
With undisguised, distinguished pride.
They call it dreams in motion
When someone finds the courage inside them
To set the ball rolling down the road
And follow wherever it goes.
They call it humanity in motion
When someone takes the hand of a crying child
And sings to them, to ease their fears,
To somehow end th
Remember, RememberRemember? Remember?Remember, Remember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I?
Who are you?
I say who I am,
But you never do.
North America, North America,
That's who I am.
A portion maybe,
But I am.
That's my name
Remember it well,
For it will always remain.
To the Feminist from the Battered ManIt would be so easy to wear my emotions on my sleeves, to wear my pain on my skin and display my feeling publicly for all to see like a newly painted canvass in public museum.To the Feminist from the Battered Man1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I would think of their hands roaming my body, their words of hate and cruelty piercing my soul and their fist cracking my bones, I’d love it if I could just break down, tremble with tears and erupted into sobs.
Exactly like a …like a girl.
Don’t get me wrong ladies; you’re not all like this. I’ve seen you too when you’re corned, when you want only what you deserve…Justice. So you blame me for what another man did to you , besides, what one man does amplifies what we all do, does it not?
According to your standards it does.
So if I cry and scream, will you think differently of me? Will you think for just a second, that I’m human too? Will you finally believe me when I say that I’m not the man that hit you, not the man that raped your or beat you, not the
My sisterBefore the story starts lets set the scene. Im teenage boy around 13/14 who is spending the week his sisters house. Jess is 21 and lives alone, she's had her house for a couple of months and its not the first time I've spent time over there with her. We both get along like normal siblings and hardly ever fight...My sister1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a typical average Monday, it was raining quite heavily outside and I had no intentions of going out for the day. I was watching TV in the living room when my sister came into the room. You could tell by the look on her face that she was bored too and desperately wanted something to do. She sat down on the other sofa and watched Jeremy Kyle whilst playing with her hair. She was sat facing me as she played with her hair, after about 30 minutes or so an idea sparked into her head and she left the room. Soon after I heard her return as she sat just behind me. Jess began to brush my shoulder length hair, I knew what she was doing but didn't really react. The sensation of the
It Was Love, Not Lust"Mu'doc, I-" He began, tears of frustration and rejection welling up in his eyes.It Was Love, Not Lust4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"But Muds, I only meant to-"
"I said no."
"Pwease, Muds, I-"
"I SAID FUCKIN' NO!" Murdoc roared, glaring deeply into the trembling singer's eyes. Tears ran down his pale cheeks, glimmering slightly in the dim light of the Winnie.
"B-" He was cut off by a sharp punch across the face. His trembling hands flew up to his cheek, fractured dents stretched wide as he stared up at Murdoc in fear.
"GIT OUT, TUSSPOT!"
The lanky man shrank back, stumbling towards the door as the tears began to fall faster. He just couldn't believe.. he'd really thought.. all those times they'd..
The door slammed shut behind him, knocking 2D off of the steps and chin first onto the cold carpark cement. He groaned, rubbing his skinned and bleeding jaw. He didn't feel it, however; he was far too numb by the already gaping wound in his heart.
Sobs racked his thin body as he forced himself to sit up, glaring regretfully at t
My hair was put in pigtailsThis morning at school I was dropped off by my grandparents and it was about 30mins early. I went into tutor and sat at my desk waiting for people to start arriving and school to start. After about 5 mins of sitting on my own 3 girls who were in my class walked in talking to each other, I didn't know them so I just ignored them and continued to wait. Shortly after they approached me and sat around me. "How come your sat on your own" one of the asked, I explained to them why I was in so early. "Aww don't worry we'll play with you" she responded giggling. "Can I brush your hair?" One of them asked. I've got shoulder length hair, I replied no. "Your hairs the same length as mine...it could look cute with a few alterations". Before I had chance to respond the girl sad beside me sat on my lap facing me, she was fairly large and quite heavy so I couldn't move. "Get off!" I shouted but they didn't reply.My hair was put in pigtails2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the girl sat on my lap the other 2 girls started brushing and combing my hair. After
ep. 1: Casus belliIt was the sort of situation that would cause a loud shriek to resonate across the house. By this time any normal 13 year old girl would have deafened the entire block, but not Lisa. She wouldn't give Tommy the satisfaction of knowing his little stunt worked. She got out of the shower after ten minutes of useless attempts to get the stuff off and went to the mirror to get some damage assessment. The sight only helped build up the rage she had towards her little brother. While the bottom two inches of her hair remained as black as ever thanks to her quick reaction, the rest was dyed an awfully bright neon pink. The worst part was that it seemed to be permanent dye. She would have to walk outside looking like an anime character to get some black hair dye to switch back. Nevertheless, she had her priorities, and first priority was revenge.ep. 1: Casus belli6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lisa wound her hair up inside a small black towel and tightly wrapped a large white towel around her chest so that it hung neatly from her B-cup breast
It Was Love, Not Lust-Side 2Murdoc stared down at the thinner man, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Wot did yew just say?" He hissed.It Was Love, Not Lust-Side 24 years ago in Sketches More Like This
2D gave him an odd look, as though not understanding his reaction. "Jus' 'at I love yew, Muds." A smile crossed the younger's face as he leaned in for a kiss, confused further when Murdoc released his warm grip on the singer and stepped back.
The bassist glared at him, baring his fangs slightly. "Yew wot?" He growled.
"Ah.. love yew?" Stu's smile faded to a nervous frown as he searched Murdoc's eyes.
Murdoc's glare only harshened. "No." He replied in a low, flat growl, not lessening his intense glare as tears started forming in 2D's large, black holes. A sickening feeling came over Murdoc as he stared into those dark eyes. Eye's he'd fractured. Eyes that'd caused the younger unbareable pain because of him.
"Mu'doc, I-" He began, tears of frustration and rejection welling up in his eyes.
"No." The tears only served to remind him of all the times he'd beaten the man until he
Through-out The NightsThrough-out The Nights4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Through-out The Nights
a poem for the end
When the day has ended
When you think your alone
If you keep lookin
Ways to Annoy Severus SnapeHug him. Say you were on strict instructions from Dumbledore to do it.Ways to Annoy Severus Snape6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Shout da da da dum whenever he passes by or enters a room.
Look terrified and leave the hall ANYTIME he picks up his spoon at mealtimes.
Dress like him and dye your hair black. Refer to yourself as 'mini-snape'.
When he leans down to inspect your work - Grab your wand, place the tip of it directly between his eyes and shout 'Lumos!'
Ask him why he saved Harry Potter. Ask him every day.
Clap noisily when he finishes telling someone off.
Hide in his chambers at night. Wake him up by jumping up and down on his bed shouting 'Rise and Shine Professor!'
When he leans towards you in class, looming over you and generally looking menacing - reach up, tweak his nose, then twiddle your thumb between your index and forefinger and say 'Got your nose!' triumphantly.
Ask him if he knows who Alan Rickman is.
Make a habit out of grabbing Harry Potter and dragging him into Snape's office by his ears, crying 'Here he is Sir! I've got
Bothering to Reply"Yew guys 'ave fun!" 2D chimed, sniffling and dabbing at his nose with the sleeve of his over-sized jacket. He was standing next to the Geep as the other Gorillaz all piled in for a quick trip down to Essex. The singer had contracted a cold and would have to stay home; which he didn't mind as the others had promised to pick him up some medicine and some soup.Bothering to Reply4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Course we will, 'D." Russel nodded from the back seat, buckling himself up and glancing over at Noodle as she spoke.
"Yoo go get some rest, 2D-kun! We will bring yoo back some soop to help!" She gave him a light hug, tugging his jacket a bit tighter around his thin frame and zipping it up. He thanked her quietly, then backed up a bit.
"Bye guys!" His voice easily gave away his stuffy nose, making himself and Noodle laugh a bit at how funny his high-pitched cockney accent sounded when paired with a cold. Stu turned happily to Murdoc, a grin still bright on his sickly pale face.
He gazed up at the singer with an unamused look as he
Love You Hate YouHis body was trembling numbly as he forced himself not to look out his window. He knew he couldn't rest until he was sure there wasn't a whale watching him, but there was also a chance it'd be there and he'd end up scaring himself even worse. Hugging his knees to his chest and lowering his head so his hat blocked his veiw of the room, the frightened singer squeezed his eyes shut and hoped it would be over soon.Love You Hate You4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Of course it wouldn't and he knew that full well, but the sounds of the lift told him that he'd at least have a bit of a break from his constant fear. A moment later his door swung open loudly, bouncing off the wall with a slight crack. A bit of the moldy garbage fell to the floor. Sooner or later that little section was going to fall apart completely.
There were footsteps coming towards the bed but he didn't bother to raise his hat. He already knew who it was. A pressure beside him on the bed told him that the other was beside him and, as expected, he heard the curtains pulled
It's Okay to Believe in MagicIt's okay to believe in magick,It's Okay to Believe in Magic9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and to spell it with a “k”.
To let your mind reverse,
and wonder to the olden days.
They will indeed tell you you're wrong,
that you're evil, cruel and vile,
that the beliefs you follow,
are a result of your own self-denial.
They'll say with a puff, that theirs is the only,
religion you can follow, to remain pure and holy.
But I tell you Wiccan girl (or boy), to collapse and embrace the earth,
to cry to the four winds,
of which your magic burst.
Let the power course through your veins,
and the voices fill your head.
For when you cast you incantation,
your fears will fall dead.
So it's okay to believe in magick,
i've had my experience with a few.
And take it from a Christian,
it's really nothing new.
To feel the earth vibrating, it's energy at a high,
to hear the spirits chanting, their voices through the sky.
The trees will sing and whisper,
of stories young and old,
of secrets that they keep,
that only you can unfold.
Be proud to be a Wiccan
It Was Love, Not Lust 3- FinalAnother beer; another mind-dulling buzz.It Was Love, Not Lust 3- Final4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Another smoke; another lung-killing dose of nicotine.
Another sigh; another sneeking tear.
Murdoc couldn't take this. Life without his singer just seemed so terribly depressing and wrong. He wanted desperately to go down to the basement and apologize- but he dare not. Since the incident about two weeks ago 2D had managed to get by with only a few clumsy bruises and marks instead of the usual abusive ones.
This was the only high-light in the bassist's life. Stu seemed just as broken as he did, but if he knew anything he knew the singer had a way of bouncing back to his usual bright and happy disposition. Murdoc, on the other hand, wasn't quite sure what would become of him.
He'd tried convincing himself that this whole thing was just a phase, perhaps a mid-life crisis or something. He wasn't really that in love with another man that he couldn't get over it.. was he? Murdoc groaned, cigarette smoke drifting from his mouth as he leaned again