A Sparrow's WayA birdsong reverberates,A Sparrow's Way4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as one girl of peculiarity
mounts over one gate;
The angels will look after her.
A lonely door bemoans,
as one girl looks for a story
in one lonely house;
The angels will look after her.
A birdsong silences,
as one girl finds her story,
her adventure has started;
The angels are coming.
Not a blackbird, nor a waxwing
is here to congratulate;
As one girl finds her name
written on the wall of lost ages.
Beware the angels, Sally, it reads
as one Sparrow skedaddles.
curling greythe smoke curls in the air, coming from her smudged red lips. it's exciting.curling grey3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"i don't love you," she tells him as she exhales another puff of cigarette smoke.
"i need another one," is his only reply. it's all he cares about, she thinks. she passes him another tiny stress reliever and lights it for him, his own smoke curling above their guilty heads.
and that's all they'll ever be. guilty, guilty, guilty.
it's december. frost crusts at the windows, coating almost anything in sight. it's strange to think that this is some people's paradise. it was bitter and reminded her of herself too much. which meant another cigarette.
it's an addiction, yes, but she's quite alright with that.
"i want to see how long we last,"
"i thought games were supposed to be fun," he replies in his same old indifferent tone. it's as if he's never felt an emotion. she's both jealous and sorrowful.
Description of My SynesthesiaSongs are colors. For example, One Step Closer by Linkin Park is a green song, while In the End is more of a dark maroonish. Crawling by Linkin Park is yellow. Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones is kind of a pale blue. Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles is also blue, but bright blue with silver flecks. Certain classes of musical instruments are also colors. Brass tends to be red, while strings tend to be green. Percussion is yellow, woodwinds are brown, and electric guitars are fire-engine red. Despite that, a song that is almost completely strings can sound red.Description of My Synesthesia7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
People are colors and shapes. My friend Billy is kind of a blobby lime green. Zuko is orange with a dynamic shape. Katara is blue with spikes of red. Aang is kind of a blue-grey with a smooth texture. The Doctor (Doctor Who) has a different color for
Effluviawith a laugh like her's, like rain pattering on windowsillsEffluvia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i comment, watching arms the color of cream flail and reach for something not there
you'd think she'd sound better drowning
all i get is a shrug in response
bodies say more when they're silent
tongues and hands lie
eyes, not so much
skeletonlight searsskeleton3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the chinks of her arched,
she is eyeless and smiling,
her ribs a gaunt prison,
her shoulders an altar
eaten by moss.
there is a kind of silent
dignity in her thighs,
the crown of her head
in the way that she lies there
and will not be turned to dust.
Mein GesichtWie sollst du schmecken was salzig ist,Mein Gesicht3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wenn Tabak deine Zunge frisst
Wie sollst du riechen deine geliebten Blumen in der Vase,
wenn der Rauch wohnt in deiner Nase
Wie sollst du stehen auf deinen eigenen Füßen,
wenn du dir dein Leben lässt vom Wein versüßen
Und wie sollst du dich erinnern an dieses kleine Gedicht,
wenn du alles vergisst: dein Heim, dein Früher, mein Gesicht
Frozen MoonThe old moon rises,Frozen Moon1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a wrinkled man
shrouded by wispy sleeves.
Winter casts stones
over frozen lake beds;
cloud toupee slips.
stalk barren branches,
waiting for spring.
Old moon man sinks
beneath the horizon,
refusing to smile.
Bitten -twisted snow white- TEASERBitten -twisted snow white- TEASER3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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The pain was unbearable. My body was stiff all over, so much so that it hurt. I could feel something running through my veins, mixing with my blood and filling my body.
"I see you've finally awakened, sleepy beauty.. Or are you Snow?" there was humour in the voice I heard; I could imagine a cocky smirk. I opened my eyes, and I was right. There it was, playing on the lips of a gorgeous man, shrouded in darkness except for half of his face.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I heard him chuckle,
"Me? I'm your Prince Charming, can't you tell?" his voice dripped with sarcasm as he said this, and he stepped out into the light, and my line of sight. He was tall, much taller than me, with shaggy dark hair, and a good build, not too muscular, but he looked stro
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Earth ChildEarth Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest void,
A child is born,
Within a bright light,
Filled with joy.
She grows to be a beautiful lass,
With laughter and smiles,
She brings happiness to life,
Filling it with beings of light.
Time passes by,
She grows as well to give birth to a child,
Which shall live within her Heart,
That is why she will be called Mother Earth.
Undying Love part 1Undying Love part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Undying Love part 1
I'm trying to check my email when all of a sudden I see a dark figure emerge from the forest next to my house and start walking toward my bedroom window. I don't know who or what it is so I start to walk slowly towards my window. I feel my heart skip a beat when I see who it is: my boyfriend Connor.
Opening my window, I shout," Connor Hart, what are you doing here? You nearly scared me to death!"
"Trying to get as close to you as I can Isobel Vega." Connor says with a wryly smile that almost makes me melt in bliss.
"Come in, I need to tell you something." I nearly whisper opening my window wider and motioning for him to come in. How could I possibly tell him what I need to without worry? Connors tan skin was so visible even in the dark moonlight I could see his ocean blue eyes as it shines in the starry night. His light brown hair was moving in the late night breeze, he makes my knees weak with temptation.
I sigh when he climbs in through my window with that beautif
LifeTierversuche, MenschenlachenLife4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Zu unserem Wohle"
Das sind die Worte
Sie Lügen und quälen
Heucheln und stehlen
Sie wollen nichts kaufen
wollen auf keinen Thron
Sie wollen nicht rauchen
und wollen auch nicht zum Mond
Wir klagen über Leid
Das Leid trifft die Tiere
Wir könnten auch ohne
doch "können" können viele
Auf wunden KnienAuf wunden KnienAuf wunden Knien5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Auf starren Bänken kauernd
harrt dort ihr eurer Stunde,
wo von der Kanzel lauernd,
den Finger in der Wunde,
in wütendem Gebaren,
ein schwarzbefrackter Mann steht,
die Herde zu verwalten
und diese eifernd angeht,
sich sündenfrei zu halten,
will sie zum Himmel fahren.
Auf wunden Knien kreucht sie,
die falsche Nächstenliebe,
und den Verstand verseucht sie,
wetteifernd gegen Triebe,
seit viel zu vielen Jahren.
Doch die Megalomanie
liegt in den letzten Zügen,
einer langen Agonie,
um welche sich die Lügen
wie Rattenschwärme scharen.
VergissMeinNicht" Wer kennt schon das Gefühl vollkommener Gleichgültigkeit der Meinung anderer gegenüber?VergissMeinNicht4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Wie viele Existenzen dieser Erde können wirklich von sich behaupten, dass sie sich vollkommen ihrer Selbst hingeben und mit einem naiven und standhaften Lächeln durch die Welt wandern .?"
Als ich sie traf, wusste ich nicht, wer sie war oder wer sie werden würde. Was sie macht oder von mir und der restlichen Welt hält. Alles, was ich wusste war, dass ich sie weiterhin ansehen wollte. Nicht weil ich sie ins Bett bekommen wollte oder weil ich eine Schwäche für Zecken hatte. Sie war wirklich wunderschön, auf ihre Pogo-Punk-Langschläfer" Art und Weise. Das Lächeln einer wahren Pogo-Punk-Prinzessin flog mir entgegen und mein verschlafenes und verschwitztes Gesicht lächelte zurück. Dennoch kam sie zu mir und wir sprachen. Wir standen da, tranken und sprachen. Blicke trafen sich und nach kurzer Zeit schlugen zwei unbändige Herzen im wilden Takt von Ska-P. Sie war gerade zwei Jah
Courting DeathCourting Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
Leave MeHere we are at the endLeave Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the beginning
when everything was foggy and vague
before I knew your love
I feel this wish, this need
to have you all at once
or to be free once and for all
Tell me how it is
that you can capture the sun and the moon
into your arms and not be overcome
by this torrential wave that has swept across
the universe we've created with our love
Tell me how it is
that you cannot see the blood
that pours from my heart
that gasps from between my fingers
as I pull out the threads
of what we are, of what we have become
Who am I to think
that I could ever change
something that is so inherently founded
your deepest desire
to forsake me when we reach this place
I have reached a place
I never thought my eyes would grace again
I have made love
to an old friend I wanted
to share my bed with no more
You have brought me to my knees
to the end of my fraying rope
to this place where love alone survives
a wasteland, where hope cannot live
a place that does n
RenewalI realized today,Renewal3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Much to my dismay.
I may start to have to grow up.
No longer half-empty, my cup.
I need to be happy with what I have and stop lingering in the past.
It's time to unfurl, my ship's giant mast.
I need to explore the thing's I don't normally try,
Or confront the thing's that have once made me cry.
This is my renewal, the start of something good.
Stop thinking of the mistakes, that to fix, I never could.
I'm sick of my depression, sick of the self-centered hate.
Sick of thinking that in this life I can never mate.
I need to bring my old self back, out of the depths I killed her long ago.
Bring her back to to life among the new-fallen snow.
Immaturity should only be used at specific times.
Not to bring the sourness of a forgotten old molded lime.
Life is not bad, neither is the world.
Happiness among others is something we should all work to unfurl.
The battle raging in my head I'm happy to say I just might win.
So thank you to all my friends and family who have helped me
Nur ein MomentIch drohte zu verschwinden...Nur ein Moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Versunken in Gebilden.
Ein ständiger wechsel zwischen Traum und Wirklichkeit.
Schreibe ich ?
Träume ich von Worten ?
Bin ich hier...
oder eigentlich wo anders ?
So lange versteckt.
Versunken in Gedanken.
Ich wurde gefunden.
fühle mich glücklich.
Wie in Licht getaucht.
Höre auf zu verblassen.
Farben werden stärker.
Wie ein Feuer.
Ein loderndes Feuer.
Wandle ich durch einen Traum ?
Bin ich hier..
oder noch um Dunkeln ?
Doch dieses Licht...
Echtes Glück ?
Für den Moment.
Music of the Night - Part 3Tellus Jade wrote:</b>Music of the Night - Part 310 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Neighboring the Terran Kingdom is the land of Meradan, where the reigning families eldest daughter is about to be engaged. Lady Jacinta is a young and foolish miss, who is marrying for 'love'. Her betrothed is a handsome young fool. In the character of doing something unique they are having their engagement ball as a masquerade, in the historical fashion, grand and gothic in proportion.
Upon entering grounds of Meradan Castle, one is simply overwhelmed by both the ostentatious of the grounds as well as the general mood set about the place. It is as if something out of a gothic horror novel.
Trees overreach their boundaries, limb stretching and clinging to the whispers in the night. The full moon hung upon the edge of a turret from the castle. The gravel path leading up to the castle was guarded by two hedged labyrinths, stretching and overgrown as if more than alive. Secret meeting places for lovers, hidden portals for those spying on said lovers.
Music of the Night - Part 3.45themightyjello wrote:</b>Music of the Night - Part 3.4510 years ago in Erotic More Like This
He would not let her go, however, he would not let her leave him, not yet, not now... Perhaps he had jumped to conclusions, perhaps she was not ready just yet, perhaps she needed more training until she became the obedient pet he knew that she could...
"Is freedom what you want? I offer it!" he snapped back at her, plunging his own leg onto the fountain bottom as he spun on the stone seat, catching her before she took two steps. He caught his arm around her waist, his other around her shoulders, pulling her back down with him onto the bench, where her wet dress soaked the thirsty stone and rubbed coarsely against the backs of her thighs.
"I've done nothing but give you what you wanted, and your friends have done nothing but tell you it was wrong..." his tone was still harsh, still angry as he held her, moving his hands across her body to hold her to him and make her listen.
His left arm slid down into her waist, across her thighs, pulling her into hi
Music of the Night - Part 1Bringing up her flute to play a touch of an unknown love song, suddenly missing Wisto a great deal, it was something she had played for him before she understood the emotions behind the song. Now she did as well as feeling the emotions behind them as well.Music of the Night - Part 110 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The soft sound of music being played upon a delicate instrument drifted through the hallways of the stadium, permeating it with a faint resonance of sweet, soothing melody... It was like the tempting call of a siren to Tersiel's ears as he drifted aimlessly in search of somewhere to be; music had a way of playing with emotions, whether it fired them into existence or calmed them from a restless sea into the gentle ebb and flow of the tides...
It stopped, though, the music simply ceasing to be in a breath's time as the last traces of it faded from the echoes around him. Music played with emotion, and emotion was his business.
All he could do now was follow where it