Life of a Soldier--------------------------------------------------------------Life of a Soldier4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Life of a Soldier by Illscarlett:
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over,
Tomorrow is no guarantee,
If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
The moon glistens a peaceful light,
I'm far away, so far from your sight,
Don't cry because I'll be fine,
I can't guarantee, but tonight I won't die,
Rest your eyes, believe in me,
Believe in the soldier I have come to be,
Don't reminiscence the past, the times before,
Dream of me walking back through that door because,
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over.
Don't be frightened, don't be scared,
Worry about me not, I'm prepared;
To fight again, each and every day,
The fire within my eyes burns bright,
Destroying all my enemies in sight,
They will die in pain, and die in fear,
Baby, don't worry their deaths are near,
As one day mine will be because
Tomorrow is no guarantee.
Your beautifulI want to tell you every day,Your beautiful5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that you're beautiful and I hope that every time
I say your beautiful, that
it's meaningful to you.
As a poet I'll take every opportunity to
take the misconstrued word we know as beauty,
and make you see it the way God sees,
who defines it perfectly,
and the definition is you and me.
You were made and seen as beautiful by the most
beautiful and flawless being ever known.
As we've grown we've relied on what we see
every day. Rather than on the God to whom
we pray, who tries to tell you in different forms
and different ways
that your beautiful, always.
You didn't come into the world with make up
You didn't come into the world by accident or luck
You didn't come to the world with a "perfect weight"
Your image reciprocates the God who hopes and wants
us to know, we're covered and full of beautiful.
God was careful to design every part,
your body, your soul, your personality, your heart.
They say beauty fades and dies,
but in the eyes of God,
there are no lies,
ABP - A Broken Promise... (Chapter Two)- A BROKEN PROMISE... -ABP - A Broken Promise... (Chapter Two)1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Chapter 2 - An intruder on the friends's house...
Some time passed untill the truck stopped. 10 minutes, maybe 15, we didn't seemed to go so far. Meanwhile Vanni woke up, staying still a bit dizzy for a bit of time, then looking scared around and hugging my arm. “W-Where are we going...? What does they want from us?!”, the questions of a confused hedgehog, scared to hell, not knowning of a tragedy...
How could i have told her about Lithium? “Well Vanni, our daughter just blew up as a cute baloon while you was sleeping, isn't that funny?”, of course i couldn't have said like that, so i just glared down sadly, unsure what to do and say for all the time we traveled.
Vanni: I-Is … everything ok Mike? It isn't, is i-it …? *looks to me worried*
Mike: … E-Everything is … y-yeah ….. *frowns looking down, thinking: Why Lithium … s-she was so young and … s-s-so in
A New TomorrowI don't think I'm beautifulA New Tomorrow4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't think I'm smart
Life doesn't seem wonderful
I just want a new start
People make fun of me
My friends turn into foes
I don't get any sleep
Because nobody knows
Cutting my wrists
What does my life cost
Will I be missed
Tear after tear
I have nothing to gain
Is there no one left to hear
my cries of pain
But then I see
I still have a life to live
There are friends for me
A heart they can give
There is hope
There is life
And I know that there won't
Be any sleepless nights
No more pain
No more sorrow
Because I have a lot to gain
And another tomorrow
But I have to keep going
I have to step forward
To let them know I'm not losing
That I'm not a coward
I will not say goodbye
There will be no sorrow
Instead I'll say hello
To a new tomorrow
ConfessionsI'm only human, I'm only meConfessions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's another side that you don't see
I've starved, I've carved into my skin,
Hoping to defeat the monster within
It eats me up, inside and out
Clouds my mind, fills it with doubt
I'm trying so hard to stay strong,
You say I'm worth it, but I think you're wrong
You're trying to help me, but I push you away
'Cause I know it won't let me believe what you say
There's more to the story than what you know
There's more to me than what I show
I'm trying so hard to hold on and fight
So keep me near and hold me tight
AlzheimerAlzheimer4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You see their faces
You hear their voices
You feel their touches
But you can't remember their names
Some days they are your family
Some days they long lost friends
Some days they are strangers
Some days you meet them again and again
Over and over
But you can't remember
You can only remember the past
Sometimes I'm in that past
Sometimes I'm not
Some days you can remember me
Some you don't
But there are also days when you can remember the names
But they don't come out strait
But someday the some days and the sometimes will be over
And in that day I hope you can remember me
I hope that I am apart of your live in that day
And that you can remember my name
Because I miss being remember by you
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Spiderwebs - Chapter 1Spiderwebs - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two perfect gunshots shattered the silence, reverberating in the enclosed chamber with the effective volume of a Lear jet breaking the sonic barrier. Natasha, with her headgear securely fastened around both ears, heard nothing, but her finely tuned senses picked up every vibration in the room as the bullets spiraled through the air and embedded themselves in wooden targets 30 feet away. Slowly, she lowered her handgun and walked over to inspect the damage. Perfect round channels were bored through the exact center of each target, still framed in a wispy smoke. She traced a finger lightly around each one, almost caressing them.
A good gun and a standing target--the only two things that had never failed her in life. Men come and go, alliances shift, hearts break, truths change, but a shot will always be as steady as the hand that wields it. Or sometimes even steadier...
In the blink of an eye each bullet hole was suddenly protruded by a feathered shaft. In the space of
Bratu* * *Bratu1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Давай куда-нибудь уедем.
В Египет или в Вавилон.
Так много мест на этом свете.
На этом свете и на том.
Давай сбежим, допустим, в Мекку
Или, допустим, в Арканзас.
Кому нужны два ч
Marina: Cap 1.¡Hola! Soy Marina, y les voy a contar como comenzo mi dia.Marina: Cap 1.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Me levante, desayune, me vesti y me fui a la cq. Contenta de que iva a ser el primer dia de 3ºer año de secundaria y ver a mis mejores amigos.
-¡Hola Marina! - Dice Jazmin.
-¡Hola Jazmin! ¿Todo bien? - dije yo.
-Hey, ¿y Cleo?
-Cleo esta en el bufete. ¿Vamos?
Fuimos al Bufete. Estaba Cleo, Pedro y Sebastian en la fila. Estaban discutiendo.
-¿Que pasa? Ya el primer dia y discuten. - Dice Jazmin
-No. Lo que pasa que Cleo no me quiere devolver lo del año pasado. - Dice Pedro.
- ¡¿Que?!. Yo no te pedi nada. Yo lo necesito para el sanguche. - Dice Cleo.
- Yo te di $20 que vos necesitabas.
-Basta chicos. Despues te doy yo Pedro. - Dije yo.
-Ok. - Dice Pedro.
-¡Hola Marina! - Dice Sebastian.
-¡Hola Seba! - Dije yo y lo abrazo. Lo que no conte, que a mi me gusta Sebastian.
-¿Todo bien? - Dice Sebastian
-¿Si y vos?
- Si. ¿Hoy venis con no
Is this a Dream?Have you ever hoped for the perfect guy?Is this a Dream?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The guy who meets your standards, makes you laugh, smile,
The guy who would be there for you and love you,
Have you ever hoped for the perfect girl?
The girl whose style of dress says,
"My body is a treasure, and I am saving it for you",
The girl whom you know will never cheat on you?
I'm sure most of you, if not all of you,
Have hoped for someone like that.
Most of you got that special person;
Your dream has come true.
I met the perfect guy,
In the best high school in the world.
I remember praying for a boyfriend such as him years ago,
And I can't believe the Lord answered my prayer.
Is this a dream?
Will I wake up in a cold sweat?
I'm waiting for the voice of my dad or a tap on the shoulder
To wake me up.
But it never comes;
This isn't a dream.
This is REAL.
All of us must feel like that after we meet the perfect someone.
The guy I've met,
He's a knight in shining white armor.
Why white armor?
White symbolizes "purity", and I compare