Every night I witness the same thing
These dreams always haunt me
I just seem to cling
To you. In these dreams, I see what we could be
These are the things I wish for
This is my desire for your touch
These are the things I adore
This is my longing for you to love me so much.
In these dreams,
I can feel the simplest touch from you
And it just takes me to extremes
The things you do, they make me swoon
I'm envious of any girl you flirt with
Above all, Bria, because you love her
And I can't end the wish
That wants us to be what we were
Sure, we laugh and your smile still shines
And sure, your personality still leaves me dazed
But what happened to those previous times?
I miss those days
And Miles, I miss you
I just can't seem to accept the fact
That I'm screwed
Because in reality, you're not going to crack
You'll always remain the person who doesn't care
You would merely rather be friends
My heart begins to know this and so it begins to tear
These dreams are the only things that keep
I KnowI know I'm not the best looking personI Know5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My skin is horrifying
Like the rest of my body
It's who I will always be
I know I'm nothing like your gods Edward Cullen and Jacob Black
I do not have a muscular chest or abs
Or have their clean skin
Even their charm to capture you all
I know I'm supposed to believe in hope for myself
But how can I do such thing?
When all the people will do is run away from me?
I'm not that bad
I know my ex-girlfriend says be strong
I can not though
I feel weaker and weaker
Which I guess is what mostly everyone wants
I know I'm not your good looking Prince Charming
I do not have long hair that follows the wind and flares off the sunlight
Instead my hair is high tide
The haircut of a hardcore cadet
I know that I can not give much
I don't have a job
I can only make you poems and drawings
But that's not what you want
I know that I will not have a chance
You are afraid of me
It's alright I guess, I was meant to be feared then loved
I never wanted to hurt you
I know I'
WE ARE CHARLIEnous sommes dessinateurs,WE ARE CHARLIE1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
nous sommes animateurs,
nous sommes fursuiteurs,
nous sommes sculpteurs,
nous sommes photographes,
nous sommes poètes,
nous sommes écrivains,
nous sommes musiciens,
nous sommes celles et ceux qui pouvons jouir de la liberté d'expression obtenue au prix du sang de nos ancêtres,
nous sommes artistes,
nous sommes charlie.
We are designers,
we are animators,
we are fursuiteurs,
we are sculptors,
we are photographers,
we are poets,
we are writers,
we are musicians,
we are those who can enjoy the freedom of expression obtained with the blood of our ancestors,
We are artists,
we are charlie.
ForgottenForgotten5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Familiar faces all around,
But all that I can do is frown
Because they all just pass me by
Without a single passing "hi."
To make matters worse, everyone is in a clique
And I am never their first pick;
Somehow I'm always pushed aside
And always left aloneto die.
I never know what there is to do
So I sit here like a forgotten shoe.
I'm left behind once again,
Left alone to rot in my own sin.
So I'll sit here under my favorite tree,
And write my heartbroken poetry.
Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.Crona's poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Truth PleaseI want the truth from you allTruth Please4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sick of being lied to and stepped on
I want the truth from all of your "friends"
I have the right to know what you are hiding from me
When you call me your friends and then left me out of your equation
Did you mean that we were really friends or did you just wanted to be nice?
You knew the thing you hid from me is going to be painful
Why don't you just tell me and don't lie to me?
I want the truth and I deserve the truth
Yes the truth hurts more than getting punched in the face
But don't lie to me with a friendly tone when you know the truth
Why are you lying to me when I'm still breathing?
If you were really my friend or my commander
Would you save my life or the closet friend that you know?
After all that's why you didn't want me to be a part of your teams
Don't lie to me and say, "It's all right."
I deserve to know the truth
I have feelings that knows more about myself then you
I know when I'm not wanted and I can feel it
Why do you lie to me when y
In My ShoesIn My Shoes4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why are things changing?
Why is it raining?
So many things falling apart
Leaving us stranded in the dark
The same has happened in the past
I still remember that
Why is this happening?
Why am I such a terrible friend?
Is it all going to end?
Am I this selfish?
All I want is to see the man I "love"
I believe you've already seen yours enough
He walks with us
This shit is honestly making me feel like I want to cry
I'm not really sure why
This is the same shit that makes me look in the past each night
Eminem says "kids that got nothing- they sit and they vibe"
Well to us, the same vision applies
Yeah, he's still the shit in our eyes
Sometimes he can help guide our own lives
Every night the same thought flows through my mind like a river
"I miss her."
"What happened to what we were?"
"I miss her"
I know I push it off
But that's not what's going through my thoughts
And I don't care about her sexuality
Because what means most is her personality
We grew up together
We made an effort
REVOLUTIONThe revolution is happening againREVOLUTION4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the British and the Patriots fighting again
The revolution is happening again
Only this time its with men born with big powers
We the people must defend our rights
The rights that God gave us from creation
We are supposed to be free and show our colors
But instead we are enslaved by the big bags of gold
Taxation without representation
Legalization without representation
Dare pass your firery brim stone at our freedoms
Go on; I accept your challenge
Individuals whos lives you will destroy
Destruction of blocking out voices that wish to be heard
Poets, artists, writers, and even singers
You should be afraid of us
Revolution I say will come
I felt it in the air as you passed your flaguence
You ate so much ruffage that your bowls could have never contained
We have to sit in your stink but it will change soon
We are the Minutemen who fights for our freedoms
Americans and foreigners alike
Give us our liberty or give us death
I want to challenge you for
But Then AgainBut Then AgainBut Then Again6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Maybe if I could love myself someone would love me too
Maybe if I were prettier it would be easier to do
Maybe if I could change myself I’d attract somebody like you
But then again it’s possible that this could all be through
And I wish that I was stronger like the strength I had before
And I wish that I had somebody to cherish and adore.
And I wish that life didn’t seem a series of closed doors
But then again it’s possible that’s all it is, no more.
Maybe if you could hold me tight I would stay safe and warm
Maybe if you were there for me you’d calm the raging storm
Maybe if you said more to me than, “you’re looking so forlorn”
But then again it’s possible I’m too tired and worn.
If I could fly I’d tell them all goodbye and fly away
If I could hide I’d run so fast and they couldn’t make me stay
If I could only take my life I think I would today
But then again it’s possi
Bleeding EyesDarling,Bleeding Eyes5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Your eyes bleed
And it seeps through the mask you wear
Not letting anything harm you,
You'd never dare.
You hold up my world
Stronger than anyone
There are tears in your eyes.
Why won't you let me wipe them dry?
Why won't you tell me why you cry?
Don't you see?
You're crying blood,
And it's smearing on me.
Let me see your wound
So I can patch you up
And make you whole again.
You can't deny
The pain you feel
I know how you feel, darling
But you're my darling, and you're not made of steel
Let me help you.
If I Could One More TimeIf I Could One More Time4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I miss that exotic feeling that I felt before
When the gentle desert breeze passed by me and sang their song
I could hear the Indian songs singing in the wind
The land was truly enchanted and truly unforgettable
I miss walking through that white sand
It felt like I was walking through the desert's snow
People made sand angels and slid down the triumphant dunes
Others just gazed off into the wonderous land of exotic beauty
I miss this exotic desert wonderland
Wishing that I would go back to it and dance with the Indian spirits
Dances with the wolves and the cayotes of a desert wonderland
This asylum was casted with a spell of enchantment
I miss seeing the artistic sky when the sun sets and rises
Heaven was casted upon this enchanted wonderland day and night
The stars at night would be the angel's orchestra with the Indian songs
This was my Heaven for me
In the desert wonderland I had a beautiful lover
Beauty and enchanment was in her
She reminded me so much of the desert wonderland
In the Name of HonorIn the Name of Honor4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the name of honor
Many have died to keep freedom alive
Their blood was shead onto the red stripes to keep it red
The tears of loved ones and angels above keep the blue and white
In the name of honor
Many have entered the valley of the shadow and death
Men and women wearing their uniforms
Men and women entering the valley with their guns and courage
In the name of honor
Hell haunts these brave souls
The screams haunt the dreams of many
The sounds of gunfire and bombs screams as well
BOOM BOOM BANG BANG
In the name of honor
These brave warriors and was laid to rest
Rest in peace and meet your maker
In the name of honor
The honor guard folds the flag over the tomb
The sobs of the loved ones are heard in silence
Then the 21 gun salute screams into the wind with the souls of many
In the name of honor
The Patriot Guard faces the devils of Westboro
These people do not deserve the freedom of speech
But these warriors have died for these ungreatful people
In the name of honor
In The GardenIt's a grey cloudy day todayIn The Garden4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I can smell the rain in the air
The garden looks greener when the sun is gone
The flowers look brighter when the sun is also gone
The moist grass rubbs against my shoes
I can also smell the moist grass and flowers
So fresh and soothing
But it's also painful to remember
The memories keep coming back
The memories of Emma Shaw; my first love
This garden brings back too many memories
Too many memories of her
Every flower I looked at
I could always see her smile
Every pond I looked at
I could see her eyes
Everytime the wind blows
I can hear the lullaby she used to sing me
The memories haunt me in a place this beautiful
Just like her
She was beautiful and had a kind heart
I would die just to see her live
But then things started to change
My heart died once more as she found a new one
This garden is just like her
Then it started to rain over me
I looked down with my eyes close
I didn't hear the soothing lullaby of her voice anymore
I didn't want to be here
Never AgainNever Again4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I keep thinking about you
Your haunting memory is driving me to the edge
I'm so angry at you that I want you to know how I feel
I don't know you had to hurt me again
Never again will I hear your beautiful songs
I lost memory of that a long time ago
I lost the memory of love that I had with you
Love is just another stranger for me
I look at your photos of you and I
We used to believe that everyday was made for the two of us
You and I having our adventures together in this changing world
But you and I suddenly changed into something else
Never again will I look at your photos
The pain of the memories pierce my heart to cry
But I hold back my tears and swallow bitterness
The memories haunt my dreams
I try washing out the smell you once had and the feeling of your soft skin
I still have the shirt you gave me when I was down and you would be gone
I would cry into the shirt but I felt your arms wrapped around me
I was like a homeless child who was finally given a home
Never again will I feel
In My ArmsIt was a dark and rainy nightIn My Arms4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wore my mask and was ready for battle
The road was full of rain
I ran through the little lake with masses of water splashing on my legs
I was soaking wet from head to toe
Rain drops went behind my mask
I kept running through the rain
But then I saw something that looked like a body
A brunette beauty lied there
I could see the blood flowing up and down
I walked slowly to the body
And then I dropped to my knees
She was breathing slow breathes
I placed her in my arms
I just looked at her bleeding out to death
Even though she placed her bloody hands on my mask
She tells me to take off my mask
I lift up my mask for her to see my face
She weakly smiles as I held her in my arms
The rain still couldn't clean off all of the blood that was on her beautiful body
She requests me to kiss her
I kiss her on her dead cold lips
She was finally gone with a smile on her face
But I cried with my tears blending in the rain
I held her dead body in my arms
Her blood stained my
The Twin Reflection"Daddy, daddy!"The Twin Reflection4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
George Weasley looked up as his 4 year old son, Fred Junior, came running into the room, grinning excitedly. George caught him in his arms, swinging him round in a circle.
"I saw a gnome in the garden and it made a rude noise!" he said, looking as if Christmas had come early. George laughed and tickled the red-headed boy, who squealed delightedly.
"Oh, and what did you do?" George asked in a good-humoured voice. Fred's face turned solemn.
"I made one back, of course!" Fred Jr said in a matter-of-fact voice. George couldn't help laughing at the boy's serious face, recognizing the twinkle in the boy's blue eyes. He thought, yet again, of how similar his son was to his son's namesake; the first Fred Weasley - George's brother.
"And then," the boy continued, smiling proudly, "I told it that it had better watch out because you're the best de-gnomer for miles around!"
George pulled his son close for a hug, laughing softly.
"Well..." he amended q