The Difference Between Shackles and Freedom Pt.5
Hayabusa stood back and admired his work as he dropped his thirty-fourth gasoline canister, he had always liked birds of prey, considering he was named after the peregrine falcon, his trademark was a burning falcon. And what better way than to draw a giant one that would light up the sky for an excellent number of miles which could potentially go well into their hundreds maybe even thousands and char-grill the Woodhouse estate in the process. And anyway ash is good for soil.
Ever since he was infantile he had always been obsessed with fire. Always loving the way it looked, the lingering smell of smoke left on his clothes, he took pleasure in setting fire to trees and minor things like cars- to him, they were unnecessary things that helped global warming along, and all the rest of it.
He had burnt many thing in the past and continued to do so in the present, things that you wouldn't believe a boy would dare to do, let alone burn; he had started a bushfire in his local village
Jealousy Is Like PoisonIt's a curious thing jealousy.Jealousy Is Like Poison3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What happens to oneself when consumed by it?
It turns long time friends against each other and spreads like wildfire until it drives people to madness.
It plants the seeds of bitterness that over time
strangling it with it's wicked vines that have sprung up from the words of hate.
Jealousy, can make even the prettiest of people ugly;
it can darken the lightest of souls.
One must be sure of themselves and be comfortable in their own skin,
only then, will the thorn of jealously
and it's venomous effects ricochet like the rays of the moon unto a lake.
There is no sure way to simply defeat jealousy, and there is no cure. But one can and should be aware
What You Deserve"I've just... never known what it feels like," She said this more to herself than me, it was almost as if saying it aloud made it real. "I, never thought that it could or would happen to me, I've always thought that being in love meant you did the best for the other person, making sure they were okay, forgetting about yourself and-" She caught herself mid sentence snapping her eyes back to me with such precision, almost infantile in some ways, and to think that she was the eldest of the two of us, and yet, she hadn't experienced it herself in the ways that I had and still was, "but, it's not like that at all, I was... so, blind". She pulled up another tuft of grass and added it to the pile in between us.What You Deserve2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Butterflies" I said with a light smile at the memory, "It feels like butterflies and panic, erratic fits of passion and you almost feel needy, but- you just can't help it. It's like the centre of your being and all of who you are; recognises that this person in front of you is, everyt
I Promised I Wouldn't...I Promised I Wouldn't...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How to put into words,
Things like this,
Words pierce me like swords,
Words that won't miss.
How to tell you
What I feel for you,
Love that grows with each beat
Inside me, each time we meet.
What to tell you I meant
When I smell your life and scent
The thirst inside me awakes,
My heart truly breaks
For your heart is new,
And my be love true
This I can never do
For my soul shall rip in two
- To drink from you.
Star-cross'd LoversStar-cross'd Lovers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel as though I've seen you before
the familiarity of your eyes as I glance once more.
A memory there of some kind
a lust to feel your lost lips against mine.
In an embrace in itself that stops time
I wonder if you are really mine.
To dream and dream and then finally find
the one made for you our paths intertwined.
I feel as though I've seen you before
the familiarity of your eyes as I gaze once more.
My Bloody HandsIn my aching hands, a heart I hold.My Bloody Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A burning hole etches.
I step away and find the mirror lying.
So my bloody hands are burning,
The guilt and hope affirming,
I shook alone in my bed.
The warm scent on your cold shoulder.
A harsh world freezes.
I look down and find my dry hands are cracking.
Like the lying mirror.
So my bloody hands are glowing,
The truth and lies unknowing,
I cried alone in my bed.
In my hand, a heart I hold.
In her tears, a pain untold.
On the scales, from one to ten.
Not who I was, now or back then.
So my bloody hands are aching,
My soul is cold, my heart is breaking.
I shook, I cried, I lied, I burned, I waited in my bed.
Is she Alive?
Is she Dead?
Am I Alive?
Am I Dead?
Are we all Alive?
Are we Dead?
My bloody hands.
The blood's not mine.
All Is Sealed With a Kiss and Strawberries 'How do I look?' Said K. She stopped in the centre of the room and gestured downwards at the garment.All Is Sealed With a Kiss and Strawberries2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dress was of simple design, but with that came the sought after elegance the designer had so clearly striven for: it was a straight dress that met the floor, the material was chiffon and midnight blue in colour, specifically cut across the chest, leaving her left shoulder bare to accent her neck and chest. This left room to do just about anything with her hair which would, in-turn, have her looking flawless no matter what she wished to do with it. She had put her hair up in braids and wrapped them neatly around her head, the style was the only thing of the entire look she was used to. Dressed like this and so far away from home would petrify him, had it been the other way around.
'Like the moon in the night sky, enchantingly illuminant', Said Sakuira. His words sailing into the silence.
She smiled a small smile but sighed.
'Thank you, but I feel ridiculous'. Unbek
Be As Sceptical As You Like!But I believe Love exists, all you have to do is just find the right person; easier said then done I know, but after that comes the hardest part; then it's up to you to do everything in your power to keep said person. It is after all a two way thing. Wheels can not work alone, not only does there need to be some kind of traction or friction to get the wheel to start and remain turning, but the wheel also needs something to direct. A car can not work without someone pushing down the peddles and a car without wheels is useless.Be As Sceptical As You Like!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This