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You should...Put your misery into stiches.You should...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Engrave your wounds on the wall.
Walk away from pain
Eventhough you turn your shoulder to look back
Feel your freedom coming
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You should escape long ago
Finally you know
You knew it all this time
It was not worth the efford
You are not a God to ressurect
No more heroic deeds
Protect yourself
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You will find something else
Brighter than before
Thought DistilledThe music changes.Thought Distilled4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The dam before a river of thought breaks.
Emotions, desires and dreams escape down onto yet another page.
A brush stroke on a virgin canvas.
Raindrops in an ocean, they hardly matter.
The things I keep in my heart and in my head are both fluid and concrete, the stones as well as the river. Some break down as boulders into sand, while others flow onward...
to where, I don't know...
Faking a smilefaking a smile is no way to live,Faking a smile5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting a smile upon your face,
forcing it upon your face, cutting it into your felsh,
a life stainec with fear and blood, everythign dies
now or then its up to you.
sticking the mask between your ears ,
placing a gun between your lips,
draggin the blade amidst your skin,
forcing the smile between your lips.
pretending your fine, that nothing is wrong
you think no can help, no one cares but thats not so
im here to save you, were all here to save you,
always and for ever a shoulder to cry on.
sticking the mask between your ears ,
placing a gun between your lips,
draggin the blade amidst your sk
Always Dark insideΚαθισαμε εκει για ωρεςAlways Dark inside6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ατενιζοντας το τελος
που παντα μας πορολαβαινει γιατι παντα ειναι κοντα
και μετα ηρθε η βροχη
να καψει
Just A Scratch...Just A ScratchJust A Scratch...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a scratch
Just a little scrape
Time will heal the wound
Just you wait
It's just a scratch
Just a little cut
Time will make it go away
Just keep it clean and shut
It's just a scratch
But if it is
Why does it hurt like hell
And why does it seem
Like time alone will only become a shell
But it's just a scratch you say
Hopefully you don't become this way
Reason EnoughWhile walking home in the dark late last night,Reason Enough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stopped at a corner store a block away,
It would just take a minute I had thought,
I would not be there long just in and out.
It happened so fast.
A flash of lightning.
A thunderous pop.
Again and again.
Two people down and I was next in line,
The pain ripped through me making my eyes blur,
Brought me to my knees, feeling nothing else
Then a cold hard unfeeling cement floor.
Seeing only red.
Feeling only pain.
Cold seeping in me.
Darkness invading.
In the fog I hear a siren blaring,
The touch of professional hands working,
A mask over my face, tubs in my arm,
Sound of erratic
Hell's Journey ThroughBrick by brick you built the fortressHell's Journey Through6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The protective shield
You use religion
You hide behind your god
Your sacred books
Your shiny places of worship
For hell is a mysterious entity
Used to frighten children and well adjusted adults
A weapon with no form but tangible in your mind
Never understanding
Never seeing
Always afraid
Envisioning firery pits
And never ending pair
I've been there
But there isn't any firery pit
Cold seeps inside deep
Unable to shiver or even move
Darkness stifles your thoughts
Steals all perception and sight
There isn't never ending pain
Soon indifference cements you whole
Never caring about life
The Rose and The WindShe is that rose.The Rose and The Wind8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Budding there fresh and fragrant,
Full of beautiful promise,
A sweet yellow rose,
An untamed, summer rose in Winter
He is the Wind.
Dancing Zephyr,
Keeper of the seasons,
His breath, a howling gale,
Or a heartbreaking kiss.
Will anyone remember,
The tale of the rose and the wind,
Love in this December,
A rose that bravely bloomed,
Before the frost-bringing Zephyr?
The leaves have changed
And are now gone.
The moon is bright and low.
The air is clear and cold,
But a hidden rose blooms.
Her leaves are glossy and green.
A rose of the softest dreaming dawn.
With each unfurling petal,
Her heart opens up,
MachinesMACHINESMachines4 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes people remind
me of machines.
They go about calling
facts of the task at hand
to mind in bleak
mindless discourse.
We condone convention
to panegyric oaths
mouthed in boredom
by shameless shamans.
"Thanks for a job jolly
well done," becomes our epitaph,
and the joke of history
is, "I think
therefore,
I . . . huh?"
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:The Epic Chronicles of....4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: A
KLIK- BIB BIBκλικKLIK- BIB BIB6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"μονο σενα θελω μονο, γα κανενα δε σηκωνω τωρα πια το ακουστικο"
εινα εκεινη η στιγμη λοιπον....
με την ελπιδα να το σηκωσει παλ
dixrwma matiaμε τη ματια καρφωμενη στο πατωμαdixrwma matia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
και τις αναπνοες της να συμβαδιζεουν με τον ηχο απο τους δειχτες του ρολογιου
ετοιμαζε τις απ&#
Heavy Metal(title: Heavy Metal)Heavy Metal6 years ago in Open More Like This
it absorbs the blood in which my veins drip out
I just listen to music and let my soul shout
It takes every sad moment and fills it with rage
because lyrics are written every word on the page
I listen to metal because it frees my pain
it says how i feel...the words i cannot explain.
The Mythology of MetalDISCLAIMER: If you're "emo" or have emo friends, or disagree with what i place up here take no offense. it's all in good fun.The Mythology of Metal7 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Pantheon
Ozzy Osbourne - First god of metal
Rob Halford - He is, THE METAL GOD!!! He resurected metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself
Eddie the Head - Minion of Bruce Dickinson
Vic Rattlehead - the god of war
Danzig - God of Hardcore, a distant cousin to metal. He is known as the bridge between metal and punk, for he is well known in both
Manowar - the gods of Black wind, Fir
Throw It All To The WindThrow It All To The Wind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel the drum of your heart beneath my lips
I can smell the scent of your hair
But it isn't real, your not there
So much time apart
Stealing desperate kisses
And holding each other in the dark
That I have taken to the wing,
That I have learned to fly,
Makes it often that i must say goodbye
Tomorrow I throw it all to the wind
To spend it all with you my love
To discover you anew my friend.
Moondreams and LovespellsMoondreams and LovespellsMoondreams and Lovespells7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The window shatters the sunlight into diamond rainbows,
The last leaves from the pear trees,
Lie scattered about like rose petals.
Rosy apricot petals strewn across my frosted woodland bower.
The sky that eternally clean blue color.
Everything is beautiful, bright and cold.
I sit in my cold bower
Perfumed with flowers and summer,
And the moon has curled my hair.
Daydreaming of last night,
And smiling at how magical it was.
Your smile soft and hesitant,
Your eyes full of a quiet yearning,
You lips still keep a silent question.
I suspect the question,
But not even I dare to answer,
A question yet t
The Price of BloodThe Price of BloodThe Price of Blood8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air so cold it slices like sword,
And as the blade of wind cuts through me,
I feel my soul crying with a metallic voice.
The night is indigo velvet,
The stars are brighter than they've ever been.
Orion is rising,
His eyes sparkling bright.
Does he favor this huntress tonight?
Nay, only the evil favor sins.
My stallion stomps his hematite hooves,
Plumes of slivery breath whisper from his flaring nostrils.
The moon's face is black,
Lady Luna does not approve of the hunt this night,
For it shall be one of her own creatures to die,
The Silver Stag, brother to the Unicorn.
Equally sacred, equally powerful
Jackie and Jason - The Eight Pages -Page 1-Jackie and Jason - The Eight Pages -Page 1-7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Page 1~ (P.S. Some slight strong language at beginning)
It was around the middle of October, the leaves were falling off the trees and the ground was covered with various shades of orange, yellow, red and brown leaves. As the sun set, a young man with jet black hair and a long pink highlight bang across his right eye walked into the living room in his home. He walks up to a girl sleeping on the couch, the girl was about the same as him, she had black hair with yellow tips on the sides and back of her hair. She was sleeping peacefully; she decided to take a nap when she got home from her morning college class. He taps her shoulder, “Ja
Tuesday AfternoonGOD:Tuesday Afternoon6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Next, please.
MAN:
Yes, hello again.
GOD:
I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN:
Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD:
I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN:
Eleven thirty-one.
GOD:
No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN:
You expect me to remember that?
GOD:
Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MAN:
Yeah, that's right. That's what I wanted to discuss with you.
GOD:
Did you miss your stop?
MAN:
No.
GOD:
I only sent you off a few hours ago.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Sta.sh
