Empty...My Fake SmileEmpty...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Fake Laughter
My Dull Eyes
...Just a shell
Trap in this place
Where freedom can never be accepted.
All decision I make are all a failure in your eyes...
Why can't you just had accepted me from who I am.
Now look at what you've done...
Your so called right decision killed the life of your daughter/son...
Now she's just a container, I'm just a container...
The Cry of the CrowThe Cry of the Crow4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing the sorrowful song.
The crow and his ugly tune;
Sad, lost, and mysterious
He sings .
Snow that covers and blankets,
His whole world lost in white.
Sad, lost, and mysterious
Sing the sorrowful song;
The song of the crow;
Sad, lost, and mysterious
He will wait and wait;
For the family that will never come.
Over time that sadness, turns to anguish.
Then a bitter hatred settles in.
The taste for blood.
The feeling of betrayal.
AloneThe days traveling closer and closerAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The suicide thoughts filled in my head
When no one cares or gives advice
Those times I wish that I was dead.
For no one cares what I have to say
As time goes on, life drifts away.
I'm alone in the world, God's left me to die,
He hates all the fags and hates that I'm bi.
My thoughts and feelings--I'm so confused
The pain I feel, they've left me bruised.
The scratch marks and bruises left on my arms,
God didn't want to protect me from harm.
The low voices whispering to me in the dark,
Her nails dig deeper and leave a mark.
They don't know, I could be retarded,
So many days feeling disregarded.
My life is filled with so many lies,
The only way out is for me to die.
*Thump, thump, thu--* There's no longer a heartbeat,
Hanging from my neck, all you see are my feet.
FreeTears streaming down her cheeksFree4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Leaving ugly wet streaks
Sliding down the tiled bathroom wall
Into the corner she will fall
The razor in her hand
It's time for her to take a stand
Remembering those who never cared
Everyone who ever stared
At her, the lonely girl, with not one friend
The one who's mocked constantly to no end
Well, now it's time to put everything to rest
It wouldn't be that hard, she guessed
She had done it countless times before
But no one could know, she swore
Raising her pale, scarred arm
This would be the last time she would self harm
Feeling the cold, stainless steel between her fingers
The sensation of apprehension lingers
Forcing her hand towards her skin
She sleekly slides the edge, sharp and thin
Across her wrist
Ending the cut with a little twist
Adrenaline rushing through her veins
Watching as the blood drains
This does not suffice
She must do it at least twice
More of the scarlet liquid escaped
Her forearm now draped
With the decision everyone motivated her t
Suffer For Beauty, ArtChocolate locks framed the boy's faceSuffer For Beauty, Art4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a dark wood frame.
It twirled and spun,
Mimicking his body as he danced.
Emerald eyes glistened in the intense lighting of the studio,
Concentration and determination burning in the glassy orbs
The boy was more like art in motion,
Arms whipping out only to curl back into his small frame.
He spent more time on his toes than not,
Spinning in a delicate tornado.
His dance went on for what seemed like hours.
An audience of only other performers watched,
Envious of what this boy could do so well.
He deserved a role as grand as the Swan Queen
but was such grace supposed to be vested upon a male?
His talents belonged with that of a woman.
Every ballerina in that studio would have agreed.
His sex was not meant to be so beautiful,
So natural in the art of motion and seduction.
It was a feminine talent and he bore the marks to prove it.
"Faggot" they would call. "Pansy."
"Sick fucker." He had heard much worse.
His doll-like skin sports bruises, cu
I Watch The SkyI watch the sky with a thoughtful heartI Watch The Sky4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While eating a small unhealthy tart
I'm on the grass, head pulled back
My butt is seated on the small empty sack
The stars are shining like ever before
Than I thought "Could there be more?"
More than the earth, more than the sky
Could there be a spaceship with wings that fly?
I sat silently, with the very thought in my mind
But what could I think? Something kind?
The sack under me suddenly got rough
And the clouds reminded me of when times were tough
Laughter was shattered, Love turned to Hate
It reminded me of a long and hutful debate
That's what I think of whenwatching the sky
Because all I want to so is get up and fly
My Poem-Losing Sweet JoyLosing Sweet JoyMy Poem-Losing Sweet Joy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it that every time
Joy lifts me up on its sparkling cloud
I always have to fall over?
And things don't turn out the way I'd hoped
My cheer now dangles from a spiteful rope
And I'm left without a thread of my dreams I've so highly revered
My imagination, once filled with laughter and smiles
Means so much to me
But it soured into a dusky swamp
Of strange illusions and rotten obsessions
How I truly wish to be free…
And as the music was playing slowly in my mind
It drifted here and there, light and lilting loving melodies
Without a care in the world
But now it has flattened to a morose and darkening sound
With jarring notes clashing so loud, the dramatic swelling showing the wounds I feel
And a reassured heart that's unfurled
Why must this buoyant light be felt by me and everyone
Only to be so sharply wrenched by misfortune's vicious hand?
Does it mean we can only hold the content we get from warmly loving ourselves
Before being punished yet again through a harsh re
Hello Goodbye Chap 3Hello Goodbye Chap 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey John, good to see ya." Ringo pulled away from the hug to get a look at John's niece, and his new responsibility. "And you must be..."
"She doesn't have a name..." John muttered awkwardly.
"Oh... Well that's alright love. You gotta name that I can call ya?" She stared at him, studying his crystal blue eyes.
"No." Ringo's mouth fell open and his eyebrows furrowed. Finally his face relaxed into a soft smile.
"Well No it is then." Before she snap at him, John put a hand on her shoulder.
"Go put your stuff upstairs dear. First door on your right." She picked up her bag and pushed past the two men.
"Don't tell me what to do." She mumbled going up the stairs.
"Wow... She's uh..."
"Just like me. I was hoping that that attitude wasn't genetic."
"Well it'll be interesting. That's for sure. Who knows, maybe after everything settles down she will too."
"Yeah maybe. She's apparently very smart, but never shows up to class."
"That sounds familiar." Ringo laughed and glanced up at the stairs.
.:Beyond What's Real:.Stop Your Yelling,.:Beyond What's Real:.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give Me A Chance.
To Learn The Moves,
For This Kind Of Dance.
The Words You Speak,
Cant Reach My Ears.
Im Blinded By,
My Hopes And Fears.
You Finally Saw,
But It Was Too Late.
I Locked My Heart,
In This Frozen State.
Beyond Your Reach,
Is Where I Lie.
For I Am Gone,
You Dont Know Why.
You Shattered My Dreams,
Like Broken Glass.
I Wanted To See,
How Much Time Would Pass.
Now You Cant See,
And I Cant Feel.
Beyond Whats Real.
There's A Reason Chapter FiveThere's A Reason Chapter Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meeting Paul's friends was... okay, I guess. No matter what the person I get along most with is Paul and I don't much care about anyone else. What that one bloke said had bothered me. I can't even remember what he said anymore, though, but I didn't like it then. Something in me didn't like anyone but meself to say things, no matter how bad, about Paul. He didn't even ask me what the guy had said. I felt more important to him. I really can't explain.
Going to his house wasn't as bad as as was going to mine. Probably because we were alone. Something was bloody weird, though. I knew it once he'd closed the door to his room. He wasn't being bossy either.
And then he'd kissed me.
I was scared. I never thought he'd be... queer or ought. And even if he were, I'd never think he'd want me. I didn't know what to think. "What was that?!" I asked. But he just moved around all funny and kept
A possibilityIf I concentrate, with my whole body and soul, it will work. It has to work. I have to pull out theA possibility4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
throbbing pain eating away at my mind. It's consuming me, making me bitter, vicious, resentful. It's
making me a fiend numb and blind to humanity. It's destroying life all around me, choking me,
killing me. Life, this forbidden miracle that I will never know, that will never be mine. I want it, I
yearn for it and the bitch taunts me, dancing before my eyes doomed to contemplate its colorful
glory. I will never know the sweetness of existence. I will never know the smell of Spring, when the
first drops of rain hit the dusty ground. Oh, how I would like to be blind to it all. But I know it's
hopeless. Of course it's hopeless. I'm a lidless eye, an immortal beholder. Heaven sentenced me to
witness Life and Creation, banning me from its Gardens. I was there to observe the beginning and
I'll be there to see the end. Your end. And when you will be gone, when your species will die out
like so m
Hello Goodbye Chap 1Hello Goodbye Chap 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 15, 1975
"Good morning-... J-John Lennon!" The ex-Beatle sighed. This was supposed to be professional and obsessed fans were not going to help.
"I need to talk to whoever's in charge." He kept his voice strong and serious.
"O-Of course, Mr. Lennon. Right this way." The scatter brained secretary stood up from behind the desk and led him into large, very official looking, office. "Mr. Tenne? John Lennon is here to see you." Mr. Tenne looked up from his papers putting on a showy bright smile.
"An old Beatle? At the orphanage? What a welcomed surprise!" John tried his best to hide his smirk, knowing that the owner thought he was there to make a generous donation. Oh no, John had other plans. "You can go now April." The young girl pouted, taking one last look at John, who gave her a warm smile, then swooned back to her desk. "What can I do for you today, Mr. Lennon?"
"I think you know exactly why I'm here, Mr. Tenne." John hung his coat on the back of the chair before sitt
Here TodayHere Today3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Paul?" Linda gently placed a hand on her husband's shoulder.
"I'm... Going to the studio."
"Okay, do you want us to come with you?" She asked as he stood and grabbed his coat.
"No, I need to be alone right now." She nodded, and watched him walk out the door. Within seconds he was back inside, holding Linda close. "I love you."
"I love you too." After the hug, he left again.
Paul was in the car, watching as the trees went by. Flashes of memories kept trying to pry their way into his mind.
"Did you see that?! Paulie! There was so many of them!" John couldn't stop moving in the car.
"I know! There must have been thousands of them!"
"I couldn't even hear my drums!" Ringo laughed. "Why did you play with your elbows?"
"Cause I wanted to. There were so many birds there!"
"I saw one faint!"
"Did you see the one who broke through? That was brilliant!"
Paul tried once again to push the tears. He just couldn't be dead. His best friend, a brother, old band mate, the one who could bring o
Hey Beautiful"Where's Paul?" Ringo twisted around in his seat, concerned.Hey Beautiful3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I dunno," George said plucking a few strings from his guitar. "He wouldn't tell me on the phone, this mornin'."
"He's never skipped rehearsal before!" John boomed over his microphone. "I say we go sniff him out!"
"Huh?" Ringo went.
"We go look for him," John explained.
"What about the song?"
George lifted his guitar strap over his head and mumbled, "Forget the song. Let's go find Paul."
"Boys, where are you going?" George Martin was peering down at them through the glass window of the sound stage.
"The song is crap without Paul around," John said bluntly. "We're going to try to find McCartney."
"Won't be gone too long," Ringo chimed with a small wave.
Outside the world was getting dark and chilly. Each of the three Beatles had bundled themselves with scarves and coats. Ringo pointed out that his pack of gum was missing, but it didn't take him long to figure out who took it when John blew a pink bubble then snapped it with hi
My Idol, Linda McCartneyExcluding my immediate family, I didn't really have any role models in my early life. Sure, I had my teachers and nice ladies from church, but I didn't really have anyone that I could say 'Wow, I want to be just like her when I grow up!' I don't really know why, but I suppose it's because no one really inspired me enough. Congresswomen didn't really impress me, actresses never interested me, and God forbid that I follow other girls and think ANY pop star was a role model.My Idol, Linda McCartney3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It wasn't until a few years ago that I truly began to appreciate the strong woman that Linda McCartney was. If she was alive today, she would be seventy years old. Think of that! Now, I first began to realize who she was with, what else, The Simpsons. Long story short, she and Paul did a guest star episode and helped Lisa cope with her newfound vegetarianism. I was around three when that episode aired, but probably saw it the first
Beatle-Twitter?Once upon a Beatlemania, The Beatles found Twitter despite the fact that the internet hadn't been invented yet. Each of the posts will have who's posting it. LET'S WATCH.Beatle-Twitter?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George: Okay, how d'you use this?
Paul: I think you just type in what you're doing. Like this: I'm telling George how to work this. See?
George: Okay! Hi mom!
John: One time, I was breathing. How exciting.
George: I found a sandwich on Ringo's chair!
John: Then, this other time, I blinked.
Paul: John, that's boring.
George: I took the sandwich from Ringo's chair and now I'm eating it!
John: And another time, Paul was telling me that I was boring so I told him to shut his mouth.
George: It's official, I ate Ringo's sandwich! It tasted good. It had cheese and lettuce on it.
Paul: Brian's going to be mad at John.
John: Brian isn't going to be mad at me because he'll be mad at Paul.
George: Incoret gramar!
Paul: George, stop do
Tomorrow Never KnowsThe Beatles sat around in a circle on the beach. It was a full moon tonight and the bonfire kept them nice and toasty warm. A bag of marshmallows was being passed around until the bag was empty and Ringo somehow ended up holding it. He snorted and tossed the bag aside. The wind picked up and made it roll and tumble across the sand.Tomorrow Never Knows2 years ago in Drama More Like This
John plucked a few random chords on his acoustic guitar. He was sitting cross-legged next to George who was holding up his brand new sitar on his lap. His pair of sandals laid beside. Paul sat next to him wearing a bulky gray sweatshirt and was holding a can of raspberry ginger ale. He had taken something earlier and couldn't stop laughing.
"Whatever it is, Paul, it's not funny," Ringo said, but he was smiling, too. A cigarette dangled halfway in his mouth, bobbing along his lips whenever he spoke.
Paul giggled for a response and leaned himself sideways on George. "A very stony Paulie," George said, and chuckled. He then tried to sit Paul back up with his fi
NihilismThose who believe in nothingNihilism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't fear the unknown
Since they expect nothing from it
A Skywalker In My ArmsA Skywalker In My Arms4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's a boy.
A healthy little boy.
Small and mewling,
Crying for his dying mother.
A new life starts
As his father's ends,
A new Skywalker
Rises to place.
I feel him so strong
So alive in the force.
A lot like his father,
A Skywalker in my arms.
untitledI don't see it as saduntitled9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its just missing
the blood that flows
desires only to fill it up
I see it as dreaming
I see it as wanting
and I'm planning on how it will be
but how? when I just don't know
still I can'tstop imagining
once its found
my missing half of heart
I see you only in my dreams and fantasies
visiting my thoughts every now and then
looking me in the eyes with a warm smile
reaching out, inviting me to know your warmth
and when I awake
the only remnant of you
the blood that flows from this prick that you left
on this half
lets me know that you were actually here
many times I often wonder if you are real
well this is how I know you are
know that I would do the impossible for you
to remain half a whole
to know a whole
doing so would be infinite
for you, it would be finite
then infinity would be our whole
know that I would breach the heavens, so help me
to trudge hellish flames
to spare you a feather singed
for to scathe you one scar
would be a
Stronger In DeathStronger In Death3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't think of her.
She is nothing but a light gone out.
A hinderance in my plotting.
A grim memory of the Jedi.
Of their deceit and their lies to you.
She's lurking there in your mind.
Your black helmet doesn't disguise it.
I can read your mind, Vader.
Her memory is still around,
Luring you to the dead,
The deceased life Ani once had.
Like a siren calling,
I feel your mind weakening.
I told you that you killed her.
I wish that I was joking...
You killed her alright.
And now she's calling out to you.
In your dreams of darkest sleep.
I hear her voice whispering.
I wish I could shut her up.
But I cannot.
She's stronger in death than life.
So I call her voice an echo.
Say she's not really calling.
It's a nightmare of the light,
An ancient dark jedi mind trick.
One you want to learn.
Vader! I want you alive not dead!
cap 04.Capitulo 4: Soy un amigo.cap 04.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
El sol brilla como un mediodía en pleno agosto: radiante y espléndido donde su luz llega hasta los lugares más escondidos y oscuros. El cielo azul sin nubes de algodón, se junta con los grandes verdes prados que adorna el mundo. Aquí, el viento, sopla de manera débil y delicada que parece la primera brisa del otoño. De más cerca se ve un río seco lleno de rocas. Después, el pueblo de restaurantes y a lo más lejos, la casa de los baños para los Dioses de este lugar. Recuerdo que la anterior vez que vine, esta escena era exactamente la misma pero, cuando cayó la noche, supuestamente el río que está ahora seco se convirtió en un gran océano y los prados fueron ahogados en sus aguas. ¿Magia? Quién sabe, este lugar en si es un misterio.
Camino sin prisas disfrutando del paisaje. Mi cabello responde al viento haciéndole volar hacia atrás sin que se enrede.
Reverie.Pedals pressed sustain the wordReverie.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dolce whispers softly heard,
Keys caressed like lovers cheeks
With notes, phonetics, music speaks.
Stand AloneA quiet night ruled by darknessStand Alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A single flickering flame
A silent shadow dances round
Playing its own merry game
A lively wind stirs the fire
The shadow dances in revelry
Smothering darkness surrounds them both
An unseen, feared cavalry
The flame needs darkness just as much
As the shadow is in need of light
But water comes and kills them both
Water comes, and wins the fight
The shadow flickers into night
Smouldering embers keep their place
Quietly, the fire submits
While the shadow disappears into space
If only fear itself was wary
If only fear itself had known
That darkness was not the enemy...
Now all but water stands alone.