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ExpressionsEveryday,Expressions4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my life,
I walk alone,
to my paradise.
Wondering,
what could it be,
all you have to do,
is imagine.
Your biggest weapon,
is your mind,
so don't be afraid,
to use it.
Express yourself,
with your colors.
I know you can,
you know I know.
Colors of,
the rainbow,
stare into it's,
soul.
Stare into it's
soul.
The time is,
now.
The time is,
now.
Express yourself.
The time is,
now.
Don't be afraid,
you are you.
No one will,
change that.
Feeling blue?
Feeling green?
Feeling red?
Feeling sad?
Feeling envy?
Feeling mad?
Well those,
are your colors.
Don't be afraid,
to show your,
expressions.
Smile.
Frown.
Cry.
Beg.
Laugh.
Sing.
Dance.
Run.
Say what,
you need to say.
Don't let others,
bring you down.
Making,
your own path,
is your job,
no one else.
Walking alone,
to my paradise.
Land of Me.
Me,
Me,
Me.
Daydreaming,
everyday.
Fantasying,
of my life.
Wishing,
hoping,
not praying,
that I will be free.
Free like,
a bird.
Trapped in,
a cage,
of security.
I daydream,
to have a taste,
of adve
To realizeTo realize1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He had been so close... So close to almost make her breathless... Lifeless...
The thought got to her mind as she tried to rise herself from the stony ground inside the cave.
Blood was all around her on the surface she had been lying on.
He had almost killed her!
Resting her weight at her front-paws, she tried to stand up with her hind-legs.
Why would he do that?
She gasped as she fell down to the ground again, the hard and cold stone floor almost knocking the breath out of her chest.
He had said he would protect her, instead he had been knocking her to the walls of the cave, biting her, throwing her around.
He said that he loved her,
The Way of Life chp.3The Way of Life chp.31 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"And I give you you're apperentice names." TearStar meowed as MoonKit TimeKit and NightKit wriggled excitedly in they're seats they're chests puffed out trying to look big. As SpiritWind's eyes shone with pride. In the sun-high light.
TearStar continued. "MoonKit. From now. Until you earn you're warrior name. You shall be known as MoonPaw. I give you SparrowClaw as a mentor" Her gaze flicked over to the tabby she-cat now walking up to the young apperentice. "SparrowClaw. You have mastered the art of stalking and I know you will pass you're skill to to MoonPaw" the she-cat nodded and touched her nose to MoonPaw's
TearStar's gaze flicked back
Chapter 3.Chapter 3.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Chapter 3
LeopardMask dashed into the orphanage and yelled "IceMask,Guiga,River,Scarheart,HawkIce,Justin i got somethin to ask you guys!" before she had finished yelling, her two dogs SteelWind, he was a black husky with white spots on his nose, his lower back and the tip of his tail looked like it had been dipped in a can of white paint he had firey orange eyes. the other dog how ever was a alskan husky this dog had teal eyes was black on the top and white on the bottom her name was Nitaya. these two dogs were her most trusted compainion where ever they were she was unless she was at the castle practiceing. SteelWind and Nitaya were barkin
OneechanKings and queens of old cannotOneechan2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Imagine being as great as the kindness
That you have shown me.
To be honest, I'm only staying a
Year or two longer in hopes to meet you.
I dare say you're one of my best friends,
Sharing my kindness with you is no bother.
Amazing that fate should cause a
Wondrously horrible mishap to occur,
Ensuring I take more notice of you to
Share with you my kindness.
Only rarely do people see the side of me that you see.
Most see a brick wall or a statue, for it is all I show.
Ever shall I care for you, as you care for me.
ChainedChained2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
CHAPTER 10 mah book
LeopardMask felt them raise her up and throw her into a wood cage. She tryed to snarl but couldnt she had used all of her strength on the way here to free herself. she had kicked and growled and barked and snarled and kicked some more to free herself but she couldnt. She felt herself thud onto the floor of the cage that was pulled by two beat horses. they both were jet black but worn down. they were still young and hadnt been hooked up to the cart willingly. Her captor
Writer Poem for SchoolBorn into a rich family, on the 7th of May.Writer Poem for School2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His mother's piano played throughout the day.
The love of art runs though his veins.
Becoming a dropout caused him some pains.
6 was when his writing began.
Although at first, not one was a fan.
The art of drama was not his calling.
Stratford & Sordello was simply appalling.
Wordsworth and Macready where very close.
Dramatic monologs he liked the most.
Elizabeth wrote nice things.
In return he bought them rings.
In return the family tree.
Strongly proved to disagree.
The bundling baby Barrett was born.
On March the 9th this was sworn.
June is when she did fall dead.
At least now sh
PridePride7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magn
Auntie Liz and the Dove"Auntie Liz!Auntie Liz and the Dove4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Auntie Liz!
Come look what I found!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
Look at this poor bird,
with it's broken wing....
May we keep it,
Auntie Liz?
At least until it heals.
Please Auntie Liz?
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
The poor bird is well again!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
Isn't it a miracle?
He can finally fly,
and be free!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
Fly little bird!
Fly!
You're free again!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
Watch that bird go!
Beat faster!
Go on!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
Why he it coming back?
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
He won't leave me!
Auntie Liz!
Auntie Liz!
I want him to go,
but I'll be sad...."
The son of my sister,
looking up at me with brown eyes.
The son of my sister,
asking me these questions.
The son of my sister,
relying on me.
"Don't worry nephew,
he's alright!
Don't worry nephew,
he loves you!
Don't worry nephew,
he will never leave your side.
Don't worry nephew,
he will take care of you."
My dearest nephew,
flying his toy planes.
My dearest nephew,
chasing after the other
ReturnJust because I am deadReturn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean I am an angel
If anything,
I am far from that of an angel.
The evil men,
who kill and rape and burn for fun
shall pay for their crimes
even if I go to hell for it.
The crow shall be my guide
and my connection
to be able to make my mark
on the world that has left me behind.
I may have died
but death does not stop me
I shall stop for death
when I am ready.
For while time goes on
and the world forgets
true love is the only thing
that lasts forever.
Vengence is a welcomed thing
that stays in the heart
festering and tainting what was once pure
and slowly killing.
I died for the one
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the wor
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