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.
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
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.
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
VergissMeinNicht" Wer kennt schon das Gefühl vollkommener Gleichgültigkeit der Meinung anderer gegenüber?VergissMeinNicht5 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
Frozen MoonThe old moon rises,Frozen Moon2 years 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.
skeletonlight searsskeleton4 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.
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.
curling greythe smoke curls in the air, coming from her smudged red lips. it's exciting.curling grey4 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.
Ohne Grenzen"Das Ausmaß der Liebe ist grenzenlos"Ohne Grenzen4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Nicht einfach Wörter. Es sind Gefühle.
Gefühle die über das Universum hinausgehen.
Über das Leben hinaus, bis in den Tod und das Nirvana das folgt.
Lass uns fliehen. Grenzenlos, egal wie weit.
Lass uns leben. Realitätslos, egal wie lang.
Lass uns atmen. Frische Luft, egal wo.
Lass mich sterben, konsequenzlos in deinen Armen liegen.
Ich möchte meinen Atem mit dir teilen.
Meine ganze Existenz.
Zwei Seelen am Wegesrand des Highway to Hell.
Lass uns Pogo tanzen. Schmerzlos, nur um des Spaßes willen.
Lass es uns nicht verstehen.
Verständnislos bis wie es selbst mal leben.
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.
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
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
a city's kiss"you look rough."a city's kiss5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"like sandpaper, baby."
"i'm the pg-version of the rock-bottom girl. got my big-ass cup full of...tea. sitting on the curb with my hand subtly in my pocket...texting. texting my mother. i'm asking her to pick me up. chewing gum like it's tobacco. instead of rotting my teeth, i'm preventing cavities."
"are those the clothes you wore yesterday?"
"absolutely. got lost in the city after..."
"no. are you going to make me talk about it?"
"most certainly. were you hurt?"
"funny question. ask a better one."
"was it a boy?"
"ugh. well, yeah."
"tell me about him."
"well see, i don't really talk to him but that's less out of choice and more out of necessity. and i don't really talk about him but that's more out of choice than necessity, because if that wasn't by choice, it'd be a necessity."
"but you do talk to him?"
"and i will until he tells me he doesn't want me at all."
"but you're subjecting yourself to being used."
"so it really just
federal express EDITon wednesdays, anne would wake up at nine o'clock.federal express EDIT6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
she would take a shower at nine-thirty, after she made herself a small cup of coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a drop of milk.
by ten o'clock, she was dressed. anne would spend the next hour and a half in the kitchen, baking cranberry scones and picking tea leaves from the small pot next to the coffee grinder.
at eleven-thirty, anne would be finished with the scones and fresh tea. she would take to pacing in front of the large picture windows at the front of her house- he would be here in thirty minutes.
anne's nervous tics showed when she was pacing. her fingers would wrap around her projecting wrists within the first few minutes; she would begin to wring them shortly after; then she would begin scratching along the veins with her always-painted-red fingernails, never drawing blood but leaving welts. her hands would move quicker the closer the minute hand crept toward twelve.
he would ring the doorbell. anne would stop d
what i notice about peoplepeople cannot sit still. they fidget, they worry about their weight, they lie on stiff bones, they twist nervous hairs. awkward situations call for awkward laughter, but it is never funny.what i notice about people6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
people form habits to feel there is consistency and a ledge to grip on this slipping world. wake-up-at-seven-oh-three-and-get-out-of-bed-by-seven-oh-five-and-put-on-size-seven-blue-slippers-right-next-to-bed-and-brush-teeth-and-shower-and-bring-coffee-to-work-and-drive-to-work-and-walk-in-at-eight-thirty.
people will happily call their favourite song (shoes/beliefs/friend/mother) stupid if someone says so first. people see differences as swimming against the current: certainly, they'll drown.
people imagine love where there isn't any. if there is an arguable position of love and hate, they will admit that it is hate, but believe that it is love. tell them that they are loved, they will trust it. tell them that sex is another name for love, they will use the words interchangably. romantics at heart an
pheonix in elephant skinendless bell strikes on faint candle light.pheonix in elephant skin6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a childs final plight as broken wing take flight.
a planned demolition for a reconstructed sight.
faded visions of demons lure us into the night.
like a pop-up book and tale of never land.
animals cross-breed and evolve into dust and sand.
with the brains of the sun and the eyes of the moon,
take flight you angels, take flight you demons.
Unintended figures of beauty,
the demonic device of a death wished day.
spreading disease like gunfire on glowing phoenix wings.
beauty in threes, moulting rock and all.
born from the ashes of our forefather's last wish.
embers glow bright. embers grow dull.
reignite this tapestry that faded from the sun.
the colours look so much better in tragedy.
in the nervous light pushed upon us by elk.
with the horned beauty and mistakes so clear.
we've learn the right way in the frigit light.
the way to salvation. to our saviour.
heaven's lost in the city of sleep, paradise lost for first child Jones.
with infinite sm
we're all glass bottles.1.we're all glass bottles.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
somewhere, there is a superhero meant for me, clad in a black cape and hope, adrenaline jumping in iron veins.
we could be a racing river, and no dam could ever hold us in. we could be a fire that no one could put out (i'd be the ashes if he'd be the flame), or maybe even a gust of wind that no wall could ever stop.
maybe we could live in a cave, away from the noise and pain, or maybe we'd live in the clouds and eat dreams all day. maybe we could catch fireflies and pray for the lights to stay lit another moment, just so we could finally hang onto something.
maybe i'd learn to bottle my fears and doubts - and then, maybe, i'd break the bottles and everything they hold. maybe i'd close my eyes and find comfort in the silence, or maybe he'd teach me it's okay not to fly. maybe he'd teach me how to be happy on the ground.
somewhere, there is a superhero meant for me;
but it's a shame he's not here.
it's a shame he'll never save me.
the sky is empty tonight, just like my heart.
Flagitious. I am made up of jealousy and arroganceFlagitious6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and every sinful thing you could think of; but
mostly of unattainable dreams.
. They are like crashing waves and accumulating sand,
a pain that draws up and aches ceaselessly. My courage is
concealed by the secrets my heart hides from you.
. It is impossible to stay with you, but
your melodies and harmonies fill up the cracks
and gaps in the sidewalk and in my soul - for the time being.
. Memories of murmuring in the grass with our heads in our arms
filter through my head as you smile that crooked smile at me.
"Whats your biggest dream?"
Such a cliche response, "To stay with you forever."
I laughed at the unlikeliness of it.
"You know, the most unattainable dreams are the best,"
You turned with a serious look in your eyes, "They keep you striving 'till the end."
. Things don't seem so unattainable now.
falling sickness.one.falling sickness.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell you pretty words, and you believed every one of them.
his breath was like autumn wind, soft and sweet, and he was the only thing that would chase your nightmares away.
you didn't realize that he was the nightmare.
he was the water and salty tears. he was the waves, pulling you under, begging you to surrender. he was the sweet breeze hiding the terror
itll always be thereThere will always be a place inside my heart for you,itll always be there6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but its not much a vacation home.
It has wear and tear,
with a few rips and holes,
and imprints from ones who last held it.
The weather there does not count on the clouds,
but for the amount of love it receives.
Most of the time it is partly cloudy,
with a few thunderstorms in between,
but sometimes it can become a
Its not much of a place, but I'm
hoping that you'd find it as much as a home
as I could with yours.