Because of Him
Lighting the darkness
Out of the light and into the realism,
Vocalizing the way this wind whispers against these lips
Igniting the energy resting idle in nimble finger tips
Netting is so simplistic
Given the right, and precise tools, it may mold the perfect history
History, how much the past compensates with and for
In time, the present is un-wrapped and,
Mailed to a time where we're all-
Marked and branded like a select breed of cattle. .
Annexed and secluded,
Knitting wool memories so that love
Elapses into something warm and fuzzy!
Stitches look so ugly, when compared to things crocheted.
Mild, timid, sensitive,
You have shown all these attributes to the little child inside of me.
Here, in this room, everything is utterly emptied.
Every poem and story of purgatory
Agony, so silent, I can feel the skeleton within this body-
Catching MeCatching Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Radio, you and-
Everyone could like to hear a tale,
I'll speak lightly.
Trailing your lovely lust
River crushing my throat
People will see the uselessness in me-
Never did I see her dying."
Did you even-
Bring back my sinking body?
I beg of you to carry me before I trip and break, because this is all it would take
Roses- New MeaningRoses- New Meaning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remorse is so easily referenced to an ache
Oasis, this defined the plain and simplistic quake,
Shoke old beds, and so will opinions awake.
Excruciating resentment for their smiles,
Shining so bright such as the Northern lights,
Sometimes one day means for now, everything may be all right.
F U C KF U C K4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget any form of love!
Under the stare of God, I swore to you,
Count the memories with your eyes.
Killing my fragile skin was such a sin.
Into the darkness,
Together, by me, we'll make it through.
Alas, roses wilt and twist to dust,
Lonely as the petals flit and crust,
Laughing, their free and no longer used-
To prompt lust
Monsterous Mess of MeMonsterous Mess of Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clean up the mess,
Hide your face,
You're such a disgrace.
The scars of her wrists,
Possess such an unnatural twist.
Fingers ripping at her hair,
She wonders,'Why do they care?'
Her boyfriend's the best,
But she deserves much less.
As she bites her lips until they bleed,
She pleads, and offers herself to God-
""What did you want me to be"
I may fall down on my knees,
But, baby, please-
Forgive me, like you always manage to.
So, I can finally make it up to you.
When the suns drips down,
As the rain pollutes with its silent sound-
She's ready to drown,
What a stupid frown.
Now, looking in the mirror,
Noticing the girl I see.
The ugly figure staring back at me,
Everything I wish I wouldn't be-
Too bad that's exactly what's inside of me.
""Suicide set me free"
"Suicide broke my family"
The little girl she wants to be,
Has long left her a monster,
In this society,
She's lonely and filled with anxiety.
The glass shatters around my body,
Hollow and empty,
Loose and Ragged,
WorthlessWorthless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her smile was enchanting,
My attitude is merely irritating.
She held beauty,
My skin shows agony.
Her finger was glazed in gold,
Her body was not so naked, that her tears froze.
It is hard to believe,
You could love what's left in me.
I shall try and stop comparing,
Everything we were never sharing.
I hope to keep on hearing,
You're constant praising.
"I love you"
A future I see with you.
A feeling I cannot ignore.
So I implore,
"You are all I need and more."
Give Up -ReversedGive Up -Reversed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
G etting on my way
I 'll fight for everyday
V ortexes won't block my strides
E nough talking!
U ntil time claims these bodies,
P raise our destinies and the enemies.
Rouge UMVC3 MovesetRouge UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Series: Power Stone
Series: Power Stone (1999)
HP: 875,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7):
Energy Projection: 6
Fighting Ability: 5
Rouge is a fortune teller from the town of Mahdad in the Fire Kingdom. Her abilities in foreseeing the future are second to none, and her control over fire has given herself the nickname of "The Scorching Beauty".
Assist Alpha: Flame Breath (Shot, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Carpet Bomb
Assist Beta: Flame Rain (Shot, Down)
Assist HC: Carpet Bomb
Assist Gamma: Mystic Prayer (Extra, Instant) (Adds to the Hyper Bar)
Assist HC: Carpet Bomb
Rouge will float down on a magic carpet, then leaping off as it disappears in a puff of smoke.
#1: Let us see what is in your future
#2: Trying to fight someone like me is not in good fortune for you.
#3: Do not attempt to play with my fire you will be burne
Forgive What's Left of MeForgive What's Left of Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shows all of,
Is full of previous and
Past fears I have yet
To watch disappear.
They rub and smear,
All the sneers and hold fast
Maybe the looks won't last?
Why can't I find the words?
I want to write with blood,
Would I be shunned?
The constant worry,
My world has gone blurry.
Everyone is rushing past in such a hurry.
It wasn't you,
It was this,
Messed of version
Of what I was supposed to be!
I can't make you happy-
Yet you love me.
If I bleed,
Will you cry over little worthless, me?
The screams will carry,
This body far from,
It's useless dream,
Nothing Means 'Everything'Nothing Means 'Everything'4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A witness to pain.
The voice of sin.
The land is so desolate.
How much more sneaking?
We lose our memories.
What a sweet thing.
I had not a clue when I looked at you two.
Such a timid thing,
Our tears portray a drain.
Now that's my lane.
Take my hand,
Broken and bleeding.
Everything I owe,
I could kiss,
I should wish,
That I would only pray to repay your pain.
You justify everything,
Let me rot away,
Before I scream,
I don't deserve this dream.
The 'Im'Perfect Girlfriend.:The [Im]Perfect Girlfriend:.The 'Im'Perfect Girlfriend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Hair down and curled, lip gloss on with eyeliner and a regal opposition.
Hair tossed up, no make-up, and watching a documentary about Religious oppression.
-Dolled up and sweet, hoping for the best and planning out what she's going to say. Innocence is her picture.
In sweats and a un-flattering shirt, not worried `bout shit. Her lost virginity a tragic puncture.
-Asks you about your day, makes you diner and indulges beside you with her body, so elegant and smooth.
Ignores issues and would burn down a house toasting bread, she showers alone, atelophobia a constant bruise.
-Athletic and charming, she wasn't neutered by reality, she still has pride to show.
Thrown and cursing points of life's blasphemy, neighbors hear her screams.
-Afraid to give herself to you, with her body that of our Heaven's mercy, Ready to take the fall.
Willing to expose the inner ache, give and take. Knowing a mistake
Waiting ForeverI've tried to move away,Waiting Forever4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Away from this anchor that binds me in place,
Away from all the pain in the past,
But I can't escape.
I know now,
As well as I did all that time ago,
That I'd never forget you,
No matter how much I try.
Is it so wrong,
That I can love someone so dearly,
That I never forget them,
No matter how hard I try.
That I ignore those around me,
And knowing that I lie to them,
As much as I try to lie to myself,
When I say I've forgotten.
Because I can remember,
Every single second with her,
Every breath I took in her presence,
And every smile that flickered across her face.
It's been ten months,
I still can't go to the places,
That I shared with her,
Without breaking down inside.
I have to keep up the pretence,
Tell my friends and family I've forgotten,
Else they'd never let me go,
Worried of what I'd do.
I see her sometimes,
She passes me in a crowd,
Stands down the aisle in a shop,
I can't even look at her.
My heart falls to pieces,
I feel as cold as ice,
My soul shakes
acridi.acrid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dead bird rots,
stomach heat-split and picked on,
feathers stuck to the concrete
when he peels it up.
he pours kerosene,
holding one shaking match litó
fat melts, entrails crisp,
marrow dries and bones crack,
ashes rise against the wind,
falling on gray buildings.
in his midmorning dream,
the phoenix soars.