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World of my own...If I´d have a world of my ownWorld of my own...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I´d be a queen with blue eyed stone...in my left palm shining as a silver rose
I´d be a queen with white eyed bone...in my right palm watching with a smirking pose
My crown made of skull...my robe sewed of rotten fairy skin and spider´s leg
My hair black and dull...my shoes of broken violin and sad men´s beg
If I´d have a world of my own
My wish should be command
My word should be law
My dream should be demand
Demand, future´s flaw
If I´d have a world of my own
I´d live in a castle, high, high on a glowing Moon
On reflection
Of perfection
And there woul
Pinky Promise "Pinky promise?"Pinky Promise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sure"
They link pinky fingers. Then one went to touch thumbs and the other one went to bite her thumb. The end result was his thumb on her nose.
Giggling "what are you doing?"
"Apparently petting your nose," he starts to move his thumb in a circular motion on the tip of her nose, "what were you trying to do?"
"Bite my thumb to finish the pinky promise."
"I've never heard of that. I touch thumbs."
"Why?"
"To complete the promise and it's supposed to symbolize an unbreakable vow since circles are typically harder to break. Why would you bite your thumb?"
"Tha
End In My CryYou're irresistibleEnd In My Cry2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You're unpredictable
You're seductive
You're restrictive
I'm original
I'm invisible
I'm repulsive
I'm destructive
I know
This love will never be
I know
That you won't look at me
I want to be
Your one and only
I don't wanna be
That one who's lonely
I want to be
The one with you
I don't wanna be
The one who's blue
I know this story
Faith is running short
Hope is disillusionary
Down to my last resort
I know I'll try
I'll look you in the eye
I know you'll deny
I'll end in my cry
I know
This love will never be
I know
That you won't look at me
I want to be
Your one and only
I don't wanna
RapunzelThe way towards the tower covered always by mist, cold, dark, accompanied by hidden whispers and tangled in between the branches of the night trees: an owl taking flight, the tree branches as voracious claws, whiny wolves and beasts… If you passed by sometime, the warm blood that goes through your veins would freeze, the ghosts that you hold inside you, those ones that you have locked up somewhere, would come out to devour you; only the dying yells will stay.Rapunzel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of the world, there she was, inside, locked up.
The tower hold itself up over the trees, it was lost in between gray clouds and white snow. That turret was i
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arachnophobiaCaught up in the shadowsarachnophobia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the bed.
A familiar warm spot,
burrowing into my forehead.
1’s and 0’s played out
a sick fantasy.
Hold on to lesser dreams
Play in the fields of the
Lord.
Hope against Hope to
remember.
Right now.
Hold on, stay inside.
Loose radio transmissions
reminded me that this was
all an illusion.
Deeper voids in the Closet,
shook me all night long.
The rain outside played
with my heart.
Tip-tap
Trip-trap
Along came a spider
and made me love her.
downCatching the last scents of Duskdown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Fallen beneath you
Goddess of the severed light
Snatch nature to your Will
More lust than forgiveness
Penetrating resolve from
temperamental Holy fires
I came upon you there
Praying for the kill
Another serpent in the grass
Spill blood
Make water into wine
Darker clouds marking Black reasoning
I was always tired of being
Alive
Walk forthright into those teeth
Dripping insanity pushing me further
Here we were all 7’s again
Maybe this time the cold earth
would beg resolve
Gripping tears onto the thing Man fears
And here you come, wrapped in ashen wings
Again harder than light
Off
In Oz: SternenkindIn Oz: SternenkindIn Oz: Sternenkind5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* Eine Eskalation von BeautifulExperience *
Wenn es jemandem gelingt, mit dieser Leichtigkeit Schuhe so zu fotografieren, dass sie zu etwas Besonderem werden, dann ist dieser Mensch etwas Besonderes. Und das bist du, Leni: Du hast die Füße auf dem Boden und den Kopf in den Sternen, und dir gelingt es in sehr spielerischer Weise, ganz alltägliche Dinge als das zu zeigen, was sie wirklich sind: Kleine Wunder.
In Oz: For You, For MeIn Oz: For You, For Me5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: For You, For Me
* Eine Eskalation von BeautifulExperience *
Ich weiß, dass du mich ansiehst. Ich weiß, dass dieses angedeutete Lächeln für mich ist.
Und ich weiß, dass das scheiß arrogant klingt, was ich sage, aber es spielt keine Rolle, denn ich fühle, was ich fühle. Dein Lächeln beginnt in den Augen, und es erfasst dein gesamtes Gesicht. Und jetzt sehe ich dich richtig lachen, nur in meiner Phantasie, und ich muss mit dir lachen, ich kann nicht anders.
Ich muss mit dir lachen, weil du vielleicht über meine Anmaßung lachst, mich so wichtig zu nehmen für dich, und weil ic
leadenFields of sodden and gray wonderleaden5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held sway on bubbling laughter
Just see the edge of forgiveness for another
wandering Death smile
Too many questions in the air
Too many faces in that lonely place
Grasping straws and letting go
Drowning in the cemetery
Ribbons tying love to regret
Blasted furnace of her heart
Blackened ashes snowing
Tightrope walking from the start
There she was again; just normal control
Pulling clumps of weeds
as the best friend died
Build complicated reasons
No net to catch her now
Out-shined by brutality
It’s all old now
Faithfully lapping sweaty tongues
on fading Percocet
Who gets Mystified?
In Oz: Geschichten von GottIn Oz: Geschichten von Gott5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Geschichten von Gott
* Eine Eskalation von Beau Cyphre *
Als ich klein war, habe ich viele Geschichten vom lieben Gott gehört, aber niemand konnte mir wirklich etwas über ihn erzählen. Der liebe Gott sorgt für uns, er ist gut, und wenn ich ihn sprechen will, muss ich nur beten, und er wird mir zuhören. Der liebe Gott sieht alles, weiß alles, kann alles, und sein Königreich ist im Himmel, irgendwo weit über den Wolken. Aber er kann mich dennoch hören, wenn ich zu ihm bete, denn er ist auch in meinem Herzen.
Irgendwann hab ich all die Geschichten verloren, die man mir über ihn erzählt hat, und ich konnte und wollte sie nicht mehr fin
In Oz: KatzenaugenIn Oz: KatzenaugenIn Oz: Katzenaugen5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* Eine Eskalation von BeautifulExperience *
Ah, es geht mir durch und durch, wenn sie mich auf diese Weise ansieht! Warum musste dieses schwarze Biest gerade jetzt auftauchen, in dem Augenblick, als ich den Verlauf der Gasse so gut drauf hatte? Beinahe hätte ich die Kamera fallen lassen, und jetzt weicht das elende Vieh keinen Millimeter. Oh warte, dir werde ich es heimzahlen! Ich werde...
Nein, ich sollte noch einmal darüber nachdenken, denn mir gefallen ihre Augen nicht, und es gefällt mir auch nicht, dass ich nichts außer ihren verdammten Augen sehen kann. Ihr Körper ist so schwarz, dass er s&
Tart HeartTart Heart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tart Heart
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
Inspired from Frozen by Leni
Thank U!
Sell myself
To every man
With all the things
I only can
Surrender to you
All night long
You want my ass?
It belongs to you
A ménage à trois
Just your friend and you?
You don't wanna say it twice
And you push hard into
My heart beats fast
And you just don't care
You wanna feel my fear
And just turn around me there
Now you feel my knife
Hot inside your chest
I'll hack it in, bury it deep
Until you must bleed
In Oz: Verflucht sei JonathanIn Oz: Verflucht sei Jonathan5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Verflucht sei Jonathan
* Eine Eskalation von Beau Cyphre *
Die Aufforderung auf deinem Hintern ist ja schon unverschämt frech und provokativ, und dein Freund muss wahnsinnig sein, dich auf diese Weise zu fotografieren und dann noch einverstanden zu sein, dass du dieses Foto bei deviantART hoch lädst! Weißt du, nicht alle Männer sind so seriös und beherrscht wie ich, so kontrolliert darin, ihre Gedanken nicht wandern und eskalieren zu lassen. Nicht viele Männer sind in der Lage, sich beim Anblick eines solchen Hinterns gewählt auszudrücken und so ein Foto unter rein künstlerischen Aspekten zu betrachten. Nicht wenige hätten weitaus un
In Oz: LolitaIn Oz: Lolita5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Lolita
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."
Lolita was always pushing imagination over its limits, and this picture is like Nabokov's immortal words something beautiful. Your pose is irresistible, your look seductive and yes, this Modern Lolita has got
In Oz: AdoreIn Oz: Adore6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Adore
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Well, if there's ever a nun looking like you, I'd wish to be God to get all your adoration.
A Game of WordsCreated from the dust of earthA Game of Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound tightly by
Sharp brambled love
Prone to wonder
Lust and hate
Speaking only truth
Abnegation has no part
Flights of wanton fancy
Forgetting all it never ought
Aspiring to virtue
Yet irreparably flawed
An inconstant maelstrom
Until the last setting of the sun
A conclusion of sorts
Stilling then forevermore.
Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Ever since the 2012 election, there has been an ongoing discussion about how the republican party can regain it's influence. Many ideas have been put forward, basically from two camps. The moderate republicans say they need to find a way to appeal to the general population more, basically becoming more "center-right" and then there is the bat-crap crazy, ultra-conservative wing (sometimes called the TEA Party) which firmly believes becoming even more intransigent, more unintelligent, and basically, far more bat-crap crazy, is the way to win elections... I think anyone with a bit of sense can see that
fairytales don't existfairytales don't exist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fairytales of happy endings
castles and horses...
and of course, the prince
each with their dark moment
to be noticed and loved
sought and brought into light
to dance forever under the stars
in a gown of riches and beauty
to forget the woes of before
so why am i still in the back room
crying in the dark?
peeking under the door?
where is my prince
or even the white horse?
why am i still in dirty rags?
no matter how i try
this dirt will not wash off
the water is cold, not warm
but the ball is drawing nigh
and i am so unsteady
how could a treasure notice me?
family and friends, love and joy
these cards are not in my hand
SpecialNothing in the worldSpecial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hurts me more
Than the fact that
I
Am not unique;
Not beautiful
Or overly talented,
just
A plain girl
And what also kills me
Is the fact that he doesn't
want
Me; would rather have her
They all want me to be happy
Without realizing that I'm trying
to be
And the numbers on the papers
Mixed with the words on my arm
Only further prove that I'm not
special
Winter's ColdStrands of hair covered her faceWinter's Cold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Masking her feeling of inferiority
And her puckered lips pretending
To kiss her thoughts in a higher place
Wide open eyes glimpsed on a man
Whose grimace expressed his discontent
And his small hands trembling
To hold a love that just began
Many steps they took to came close
Until he smiled and gone was she
Another illusion to scrutinise
Before his sanity would take a lethal dose
On his knees he sank and hit the snow
His tears melting their way through
And this warmth composed him
For it was the only he did ever know
His nimble fingers expressed his sincerity
Illusion and obsession do not stray far apart
And nor does love care about those in need
Although it gives life its’ irregularity
Having faith he continued his quest
His heart frozen solid in this bitter cold
Another day passed him quietly by
Four years had it been since he had professed
It had been a week before Valentine’s Day
When he first e
Only one winner...Sprawled out on the floorOnly one winner...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Her long hair tangled
She lets a single tear drop flow
Whilst
Contemplating life
And its happenings
She has lots
It has come at a price
Just like that of a trophy wife
Waiting wanting and longing
She gave what she could
Only to receive tiny morsels
In return
Waiting wanting and longing
Grateful for every little kindness
You show
Eager to please
To make you love her
Waiting wanting and longing
As she is not in a position
To ask for your love
She permit herself to slide into a
Another dimension
Where you will see her
In the meantime…
Waiting wanting and longing
Though in the real world
Something is missingThe new day is bornSomething is missing2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Light is gaining fast
Yet no bird is greeting the rise
The sea is calm and the trees still
Just for once all is at peace
How precious this is to me
The silence and the tranquility
But still something is missing
You .....
Sta.sh
