A couple poemsA couple poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love Is Blind
Love doesn't look at black or white
For those are only colors
Love doesn't look at 25 or 30
For age is only a number
Love doesn't look at rich or poor
For money is only paper
Love doesn't look at faults only perfections
For in the eyes of loved one everything is good
When you love someone you love them for what's inside
Not because they're black or white, not because they're you age not because they're rich, but because of what's inside
Love is blind to everything but what you love them for
Never again will I trust someone without reason
Or count on soeone who will not be there
Never again will I give away my heart
And let it be broken by a nameless wonder
Never again will I let my dreams carry me away
To a world beyond reality
Never again willI let soeone get to know me inside and out
But hide myself from everyone
Never again will anyone see me for someone else
But they will see me for me
Never again will i be judged for what I'm not
Celty SturlusonCelty Sturluson5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Character Name: Celty/Certy Sterluson
Occupation/Status: Vigilante, foreigner/Ikebukuro resident
Description [Headcanon]: Celty Sterluson is a Dullahan, who has been searching for her missing head for many years. She is very determined and won't quit until she finds it. Although she isn't human, she is able to portray emotions, such as when Shinra tells her that she should just give up on finding her head, which results in her feeling very strongly against it and storming off. She also isn't completely heartless, because she ended up saving Rio Kamichika from killing herself. She lives with Shinra Kishitani, and has been working as a deliverer for certain people, like Izaya. She is known throughout the city as the "The Black Rider" or "The Headless Rider" but few people know who she truly is.
Celty had just finished a job for Izaya and was just about to call it a day, but then looked at the time, and it turned out that s
She's a DisasterWatch me laughShe's a Disaster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's so fucked up because
I walk around
and I don't even know how
because my bones are gone.
I think I've been reduced
to a pile on the floor.
Look over that way,
do you see me
folded up in the corner?
laugh, laugh, laugh
Really, it's all just funny
even though it isn't.
I'm cracking up and melting down
and freaking out
and I'm laughing all the while.
And then I'm crying.
Look over that way,
do you see me caving in?
cry, cry, cry
and I don't even know why.
The Dance of the Shadow BirdThe shadow bird soars across the tilesThe Dance of the Shadow Bird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And dives along the cobbles
A free run in a freedom-less city
Where even now
Hunters seek to clip his wings.
Warrants for the immediate, indeterminate,
Of thus joyous pestilence
This disease named freedom.
It’s been five years now
Five years since they outlawed freedom
On the grounds that it was the number one cause
Of spontaneous, enthusiastic entropy
And that it was all for the greater good.
Terracotta cracks and shatters
Under pounding soles
Heart drumming like a humming bird
The shadow flits from roof to roof
Longing to take full flight.
Revolution sparkled, flared
Only to burn out as fast as it appeared
The world vaccinated
A swift needle to end it all
Rebellion shots on every corner.
The first amendment of many
You have the right to
Say what we tell you to say
Do what we tell you to do
Freedom to comply.
But he does not comply
He has broken the bird cage
He rises on the thermals of freedom
And in his skyward spirit
Monsieur Diablemonsieur diable, mon seul amourMonsieur Diable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who comes to me with kindness
whom I cannot repay
my brilliant illness!
my shimmering demise!
my bones are freezing diamonds
like the midnight desert stones of Arabia
the wire grass of frigid Russia that
snap at a child's touch
monsieur diable, I am weak
I am a soundless mourning dove
I am the weeping rain
my roars turn to smoke against my teeth
like starving hands that reach at such
pregnant nothingness through innocent bars
you have mapped me with scars
that bloom like lilies
that unfold like winged petals under
the pouting kiss of the moon
the sorrowful catchfly of my skin
monsieur diable, my sweet
my cherry thing
my sharpened stem
09.Singing seamstress and midnight sprite,09.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will I find you dancing with your hair amongst the wind
behind the swing and float of your shoulder's sway;
will you sit like a nymph with the curve of your
knees to your chest?
Will you kiss me full of blackness?
My love, my own, my fluttering bat
my falsely judged spider
the one whose shadow I see against the orange harvest moon
the one with her slender legs
Black Anansi, her nature's dance,
will you sing in the voice of trees
that solemn withering of leaves?
Though your skin is a river dark
the dodging shadows of the forest
the faerie things that sprint from the nighttime star,
I wish your darkness to be mine
for yours is out and mine is in
His IntentionThe mortals clasp their hands to prayHis Intention3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when I snatch their souls away
How very queer they pray to he
who hated them and sent me
Memory and Passion-CEMemory and Passion.Memory and Passion-CE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunlight pushed itself through the few clouds, sprinkling the Destiny Islands with drops of heavenly light. A boy and a girl, both 15, sat in the sand on the beach, watching the waves glow in the Sun's glistening rays. The boy's dark brown hair bore blonde tints when the Sun reflected upon him, and the girl's soft red hair blew gently in the warm summer breeze. The two looked at each other with soft smiles and their conversation began.
"Sora?" The little girl blinked.
"Yeah, Kairi?" The little boy's voice was gentle.
"If you ever have to leave this place again, can I come with you?" Kairi asked hopefully.
Sora furrowed his eyebrows, studying her question.
"Well, I've never really thought about leaving again."
"Of course not Kairi,"Sora paused for a moment,"unless the other worlds were in touble again...then I'd have to go,"he thought for a moment again before continuing,"but, honestly, I don't think I'm going anywere." He turned to sm
my undead heartI always hoped that I would find a love that would last forever,my undead heart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Someone to stay with me, as we spend eternity together
I always hoped that I would have, someone to call mine
To hold tightly in my arms, away from the sunshine
My lonliness always used to cut me like a knife
But suddenly that all changed; when you came into my unlife
I've never been happier, than I do right now
And my love and devotion to you I will vow
You make my long dead heart warm and start to pound
I swoon and sigh in awe at your sweet sound.
The time has come for you to become my beloved mate
For you I feel so much love, for so long I only ever knew hate
So feed from me; give me your lust filled bite
So we can walk hand in hand forever into the night.
All these things like love to me are all so new
But now I'm no longer lonely, seras ..and its all because of you.
Love is...Love is like a flower,Love is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Delicate, but strong.
Love is a power,
That can't be used wrong.
Love is what we wish,
and what we dream.
Love is that first true kiss,
It's everything we need.
Love is true,
A beautiful sight.
Love is you,
You are my light.
She Doesn't KnowShe runs to himShe Doesn't Know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And not to me
Her hair flowing in the wind
Her smile raising her cheekbones
He doesn't deserve her
He doesn't love her
But I do
I love her
She speaks to me as a friend
Because she does'nt know
And she doesn't know we could be more
Oh, the things I would do with her
The things I would say
They remain unsaid
I wish I could tell her
My promises I will not break
Yet she runs to him
And not me
He envelops her in his arms
And whispers poetry not of his own
He doesn't love her
But I do
He calls her "babe"
That is not a word you say to the one you love
Nor is "sexy"
She is NOT sexy
She is a beautiful creature sent from the gods
But she doesn't know
And she stays with him
He who doesn't love her
And I have to watch her fall
Where Life Starts"I don't hate you because you're gay," he said with a brittle calm, "I hate you because you're hurting the girl I love."Where Life Starts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tyler blinked up at Luke, dumbfounded. Nadia could say the same for herself, but she was beet red and he was a drained white. Paul, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit surprised, in fact he watched Luke with an air of respect. The silence that followed was thick and awkward. Nadia's boyfriend opened his mouth to speak but, found no words. He turned to Paul, as if looking for help.
Paul shrugged, and then crossed his arms, "He's right, you've been selfish."
Tyler's eyes widened, like a hurt child, "But-but, life is so hard for me for us Paul "
A fist cracked down on the table with a deafening bang, Luke had found his fire, "Grow up, Tyler! She's in love with you! But you know that, don't you? She must love you something awful to cover for you, to let you have your happiness; while she has to spend every waking moment trying to be the perfect gi
Perfectly ImperfectPerfectly ImperfectPerfectly Imperfect4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I look in the mirror,
My face is looking
Back at me
Through the glass.
All my errors
Behind the made up mask.
Pointing out each and every flaw,
Covering them up;
Making sure they are all gone.
I look in the mirror,
But this time,
Everything's in perfect order.
Standing before me now,
Is a perfectly imperfect stranger.
I have become
- Kayla Janice Sheetz
If I write you a songEveryone is talkingIf I write you a song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About how you want to make it big
That you want to be a Rockstar
That you've already booked a gig
You've always been so beautiful
But never content with who you are
Think you deserve to have the spotlight
And to be married to a Star
They say that you want someone
who'll sing for you in front of the whole world
Who'll dedicate you all his lyrics
Who will scream you were his girl
What if I wrote you a song?
will it change the way you look at me?
I wonder if it'd take me like long
Can I use this love to form the perfect melody?
Use the rhythm that you give my heart
A fast tempo like the way you make it beat
Turn these feeling into lyrics
That can make this song complete
I might never be a Rockstar
People will never know my name
But I promise you that no one
Can love you quite the same
I've never been good at singing
But I will scream this to the world
You will always hold the spotlight
If you decide to be my girl
Everyone is talking
That you want to be a star
Memories of youI am laying here begging forgiveness,Memories of you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But even my sorrows have left me be.
What ashes can remain of this mortal self?
When flames of guilt incinerate all the curtains of truth.
Awake have been my existence,
Since eternity stole the sky above me.
Now I am only a shadow staring at myself;
Staring at myself through the eyes of the night.
Even the rains deny to bathe my soul,
Their tears are meant for the pure.
I speak to what remains of my memories;
A flickering light in the gloom of a distant storm.
Those days of you now come flooding in.
When in the corner you sat,
Holding a part of me inside you.
Your emptiness, it was where I belonged.
I was drifting, into your world of silence.
Engulfed in your tranquility, I was being reborn.
All the faces that I proudly wore, I have burnt them all down.
No more was I left familiar.
No more did I even care.
All the noises inside me ceased.
I was calm; I could hear the whispers,
In every corner, in every aisle;
The candles burned.
Breathing ever so s
Revealing Her Bias - Ch. 5Revealing Her Bias - Ch. 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 5: Dancing with Donghae
[JENNA'S POINT OF VIEW]
I ran my hands through my hair as I looked through my suitcase for some sweats. I wondered how many schedules were going to suddenly change like this one had.
I only had twenty-three more minutes to get to the dance studio. At the last second, I found something to wear. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and rushed over to Michelle's to ask if I could borrow a sports bottle and a duffle bag.
"Kamsahamnida!" I said and bowed.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh sorry! I don't have to be polite to you!" I said as I waved my hand and ran off.
"Ahaha! Don't fall down now!" she called after me.
By the time I got off the bus, I only had four minutes left to find the studio.
"Jenna, where are you going?" a voice asked calmly as I frantically made my way down the street.
I stopped running and took two steps back. "Donghae-sshi?" I said.
He was wearing sunglasses and leaning against a car with his arms folded.
Don't Be Like Me: The Five Reasons WhyHello.Don't Be Like Me: The Five Reasons Why5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Rachel for those whom may not know.
And I am here to tell you about myself.
The first thing is that I don't like myself.
Well, my body, to be precise.
My hair is too brown and bland, never long enough for my preference and always tangled.
My nose too big, my eyelashes too long, my eyes too green.
I'm too short, my nails too chipped, my lips too chapped.
The second thing I don't like is my personality.
I am far too shy in front of strangers.
I am far too loud in front of friends.
I say the wrong things and come off as insensitive.
I don't say anything and come off as uncaring.
So I'm stuck with being completely sarcastic, so I can easily say:
"Of course I didn't mean it."
The third thing I don't like is my mentality.
I am technically smarter than most, my IQ higher than average.
I can read faster and comprehend more than most teenagers should.
I think creatively, not analytically.
Which translates to my fourth thing.
I don't like my social skills, if I have any.
A lonely soulThe moment he touched me,A lonely soul4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My once pure, white wings began to turn,
rotted by his touch, they started to blacken,
My soul along with them,
Holey with the disease caused by him,
My mind deterating to the darkness,
Saught ways to ends it's pain,
Till my savior arrivied,
With her healing wings of white,
She showed me a different world,
One of happiness and laughter,
She bestowed upon me three gifts,
Hope, happiness, and friendship,
Of which I hope to return in kind.
WalterWalter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walter is a boy, who is only ten.
While friends play outside, he watches horrors instead.
He unscrewed the bulbs, for the lights in his room.
And replaced them with bats, and spiders and ghouls.
His teachers all say that he's not all there
Because during lunch, he eats under the stairs.
And when recess comes, he sits under the table.
When his friends want to play, he says he's not able.
He hides in his room drawing vampire bats
And wishing a lot, that he had a black cat.
His name would be Frankie, just like Frankenstein.
And he'd always cheat death, cause his lives, there were nine.
Walter wore black and long sleeves all year.
And when he went out, all the kids peered.
They all laughed and pointed, and no one came near.
But, Walter knew that it was all due to fear.
Walter wanted to be just like Tim Burton
This he knew, and of this, he was certain.
He'd write his own stories but nobody would read them.
He'd write his own movies and oneday they'd see them.
Walter had a heart that was coa
MoriartyI met you with Molly,Moriarty2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wore clothes to seduce,
Left hints here and there,
A little something to deduce.
John talks in your place,
I knew there and then:
To get through to you,
I had to use your one friend.
Had people on the inside,
Broke into the tower.
Found not guilty for it,
Just playing for power.
Came round to your house;
A visit was due.
Engraved with a knife,
The letters I, O and U.
Richard Brooks is my name.
No-one will believe you,
Play along with the game.
With help from your brother,
There are truths interweaved,
With the lies and deceits,
So it’s easier to believe.
The knights told the king,
And they came round at last.
Now Sir Boast-a-lot’s ‘feats’
Are a thing of the past.
But you ran hand-in-hand,
Behind buildings you’d dart.
Nearly got yourself killed,
On the way to St. Bart’s.
Mrs Hudson’s been shot,
But you don’t leave with John.
For you know it was a distraction,
A red herring, a con.
Up to the ro
My Top Ten Albums and Why YOU Need to Hear ThemDookie, 1994, Green Day - A punk blast that'll make your mother blanchMy Top Ten Albums and Why YOU Need to Hear Them2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Released in 1994, two years after Kurt Cobain's death, this album filled a whole in the market where Nirvana once resided; teenagers were looking for something dirty and relatable to occupy the void left by the fading-out grunge era and Dookie more than fit the bill. This album is what got Green Day into the mainstream, even if most of the songs do consist of a simple structure of only three chords it is still a relevant and influential breakthrough album that bought about the popularity of punk's second coming. Who knew that these three boys playing songs about getting high and jerking-off would one day become the biggest name in the rock music industry?
Song of the Album:
If, 2008, Mindless Self Indulgence - Fast paced and downright dirty tunes to make you dance
Very few parents would regard Jimmy Urine, lead singer, as the ideal role model
Ending ItYou thought that you would end this,Ending It4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stop the pain,
You thought that it would change nothing,
Everything would stay the same.
People around you are hurting,
Searching for answers everywhere,
You thought that if you did this,
No one would care.
It's so cold where you left everyone behind,
You're selfish and crude,
You ended what was something amazing,
Instead of staying to fight.
You ended it,
When they needed you there,
You stopped your life,
Because you were insecure
You left us all.
I'm crying now because you think that you were no one,
A single soul,
Broken and completely undone,
You ended it at only 18 years old.
Poets make the best liars. His black eyes were stars, andPoets make the best liars.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the c o n s t e l l a t i o n s in their depths
told me sad poetic stories of-
past lovers, grey mornings
you with the writer's soul,hello. we haven't spoken for a while - how are you dearest? i've been busy, and i'm sure you have been too. after all, we're only human, and we all have our own little lives which keeps us on our toes. but really, enough of that.you with the writer's soul,4 years ago in Letters More Like This
what i really wanted to ask is: are you still writing?
yes, i know. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it? school work, family, friends, bills, anything and everything. it always seems like you have no time left to write, doesn't it? and then when you finally sit down in that moment when you do have a breather, you find yourself drifting off to do other things instead.
so my advice to you, dear, is to keep on writing. no matter what.
write about anything. anything you want. anything which makes you think, even just for a second. things which make you happy. things which make you want to scream into your pillow until you fall asleep from the exhaustion. things which make you feel. if even if the feelings come out all jumbled and messy and raw a