My Blue ChildI let you go now, my blue child.My Blue Child5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fly away, I make you wings of memory and pain.
The wings that offered healing once would not come again.
Your pain is now complete, your pain is past.
Our pain is torn and tearing, our pain will last.
I played a counting game upon your back when we were small.
Then I had your wounds to count. I could not count them all.
A prince come from a star, with golden hair;
I took you to my heart, I held you there.
You were my own, and every threat to you made me fierce.
Now I must be, yet cannot be, fierce enough for this -
to let you go now, my blue child
I Didn't Mean, I Didn't MeanI didn't mean to make you cringeI Didn't Mean, I Didn't Mean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I mentioned the strength of your shoulders
- didn't want to see them fold in
to protect vulnerable organs
from words protruding rudely
out of disguised compliments.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to shut your eyes
when I admired the specific shade of chamoisee
- didn't want to see you wince
as you prepared for an unfelt slap
and the long-lasting sting
of a bare, misshapen insult.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to laugh
when I said that I find you beautiful
- didn't want to see you shake
and hear your voice choke
on the ridiculousness
of a misspent commendation.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to hiss a sharp inhale
when I smiled at the sound of your voice
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to frown
when I stared at you too long
I didn't mean, I didn'
Un el ....comunImi ziceai:- Iubito, n-am sa te parasesc niciodata.Un el ....comun8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Iar eu te intrebam: - Cand?
-Nu, iubito, nu intelegi! N-am sa te parasesc niciodata.
-Nu inteleg de ce esti inca suparata? Iarta-ma, uite nu ne vom despartii niciodata!
-Cand? Cand iubitule? Cand dracu' ai de cand sa taci? Toata relatia mea cu tine a fost un studiu.Limite, clisee, orizonturile tale false.....Mi-e greata.Defapt stii, eu nu m-am suparat niciodata pe tine, la fel de bine cum nici nu te-am iubit.
-Da, la studiul meu.
-Esti nebuna! Si ...stii? Te imbraci groaznic, mirosi intodeauna a fum de tigara, si tocmai seara cand vin eu iti gasesti sa citesti.Iti urasc toate poeziile lipite pe pereti si doamne esti jalnica in pat....
-De tinut mine : animalul riposteaza!
Fairy Tale Princesses are StupCinderella cleaned house all dayFairy Tale Princesses are Stup9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why didn't she just run away?
Instead of sweep sweep up the mess,
And scamper about with the little pest.
She could have worked in a restaurant,
Where her stepsisters couldn't taunt.
But she listened to her fairy godmother,
Who gave glass slippers quite a bother,
A carriage from pumpkin,
Dress from drags of country bumpkin,
A curfew of midnight,
Then she was away with a flight.
The curfew nearly she did not break,
For glass slippers tend to break.
She then married Prince Charming.
Which is very alarming.
For she quickly marry,
Someone she didn't know from Harry.
If Sleeping Beauty slept for 100 years,
Wouldn't her breath bring you tears?
She was cursed by an evil fairy.
Which to her parents was scarey.
A spindle her finger would prick,
And then the dust she would bite and lick.
But the others got a bright idea,
So they could lessen this ordeal.
They changed the spell so she would sleep,
100 years, not a peep.
Her parents still quite a
I Want to Feel PurpleI Want to Feel Purple4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel so Blue
Blue as Cinderella's ball gown
Blue as the clothes I'm wearing
Blue as my desktop background
Blue as my ipod's casing
Blue as facebook's theme colour
Blue as the tiles in my bathroom
Blue as my evanescence CD cover
Blue as a smurf cartoon
Blue as the Israeli flag
Blue as the color of Squidward's blood
Blue as an avatar dressed in a rag
Blue as the town that drowned in a flood
Blue as the sleepy twitter whale
Blue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'
Blue as the scrubs that doctors wear
Blue as the hottest flame of fire
I feel so Blue
What should I do?
I think I'll mix a little red
So I can feel purple instead!
StrangeIt would be really strange if pigs flied,Strange9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if happiness cried,
if truth lied,
or a knot wasn't tied.
It would be really strange if July had snow,
if the wind never blow,
if a finger was a toe,
or high was low.
It would be really strange if leaves never fell,
if sickness was well,
only quiet would tell,
or a store didn't sell.
It would be really stange if fear was bold,
if love was sold,
if health caught cold,
or the story never told.
It would be really strange if bees had no honey,
Easter had no bunny,
Bill Gates had no money,
or comedy wasn't funny.
It would be really strange if happy was sad,
if a frown was glad,
if understanding was mad,
or a lass was a lad.
It would be really hard to miss, if anything happen like this.
I am a silenceI am a silence3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a silence, a small disturbance,
a flatness in the field of voices.
Voices rise like weeds and flowers,
rise like chimneys, rise like towers.
And there are voices high as hell
from whom we hear that all is well -
with some exceptions, we should know.
These are the fault of those below.
Weeds and flowers, for shame, for shame.
So much wrong and you to blame.
But I will not curse, I will not bless.
I am a silence, a small disturbance.
FallFall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip down a stair,
from one step to the one below?
Whose was it, then? Or was it yours alone?
In the morning you will know.
It was not a dream. Something fell.
Still Missing YouStill Missing You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has made me doubt
What I originally thought were my wants.
I miss you.
I miss us.
With these thoughts, I'm not sure what to do.
And I don't know who else to trust.
I can't just go up to my friends and say this,
What would they think about my choices now?
But I can't help what I feel and miss.
I'm still trying to figure out how!
I mean, how can this happen?
How can this
Rap of the CthulthuCthulthu, he's a mean green dudeRap of the Cthulthu9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Coming at you with some new attitude.
So you better settle down and listen,
Before you a start him a hiss'en.
Looking in his eyes will drive you insane,
Speaking his true name will blow up your brain
He's an Elder Deity from another sphere
But he's made an impression here
He's H.P. Lovecraft's infamous chimaera
His appearance certainly will scare ya
With the head octopus, and the body of a dragon
Join the cult and jump on the wagon
In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulthu waits dreaming
Says his cult, while they are scheming
He came with the Star-spawn, his posse
Because he wants of Earth to be the boss see
But his city pulled an Atlantis
But the high priest do miss
So when the stars line up just right
They'll bring Cthulthu back into sight
But his origin history
Really isn't a mystery
Nagoob and Yog-Sothoth are his lineage
But they knew him for just a smidge
Nagoob and Yog-Sothoth were mated
Which Yog must have really hated
For she rose out of the bed
The Giraffe IThe Giraffe8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the sun
Reach up to
Touch the sky above
Tonuge as long as head
Legs as long as the spotted
reac hing o
This Fruit Called LoveI understand we didn't make itThis Fruit Called Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say
Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten
So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too late
The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Many Christians wonder how anyone could doubt the existence of God, but it turns out it's right in the bible. If you read between the lines, it tells you there's no God
1) The bible claims that God sacrificed Jesus for our sins. (John 3:16, Romans 3:25, Ephesians 5:2, Hebrews 9:26) (This is ignoring Deuteronomy 24:16 and Ezekiel 18:20, which state that everyone is to be responsible for their own transgressions without anyone else dying for their sins, thus undermining the primary basis of Christianity.)
2) Since Jesus is God (2 Peter 1:1, John 10:30-33, and other verses), premise 1 means that God sacrificed himself.
3) A sacrifice involves the destruction of the entire being, including the spirit. This seems intuitively obvious especially for a self-sacrifice, since it's not much of a sacrifice if the martyr is guaranteed an eternity in heaven.
Open WoundsOpen Wounds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
ElementsFire, burning with untamed rage,Elements9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying both fool and sage,
Trapping you in flaming cage,
Killing all in the age,
Uncontrolled by any mage.
Water, gently heal,
Away agony does it peel,
Pain and misery away seal,
Flowing in the shimmering teal,
Causing all joy to feel.
Air, sweet peaceful bliss
Blowing with soft kiss,
Calm heart tis,
No more reason for hiss,
Vanishes, an is miss.
Earth, from which all are born,
Under light of might and morn,
Growing treasures are adorn,
Though like all mothers, is worn,
For by all, it is torn.
Ice, the heart take fright,
Stealing all once right,
Friend to villainous spite,
Bring forth panic to new height,
Taking hope from sight.
Lightning, holder of power,
Striking in a hour,
Above the rest tower,
Even metal cower,
Souls turn sour.
Elements, balance all,
Heeding only nature's call,
Making others so small,
At creation does maul,
But keep us from a fall.
BozottuzBozóttűzBozottuz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Futnak. Az erdőből. Az állatok.
Sorba rendezett ágakon arcok.
Lógnak a madarak fejjel lefelé.
Hamu és lángok. Perdülnek kifelé.
Zokog az avar, füstből a látomás.
Szívem egy horgon,
Tőrbe csalt a szivárványos élet.