Here, I will beHere, I will be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
Choice Libertarian Quotes"Government seems to operate on the principle that if even one individual is incapable of using his freedom competently, no one can be allowed to be free." -- Harry BrowneChoice Libertarian Quotes8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Throughout history, government has proved to be the chief instrument for thwarting man's liberty. Government represents power in the hands of some men to control and regulate the lives of other men." --Barry Goldwater
"The nine worst words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'" --Ronald Reagan
"The constitution is an instrument, above all, for LIMITING the functions of government." --Barry Goldwater
"There is no such thing as a good tax." --Winston Churchill
"It's wrong for someone to confiscate your money, give it to someone else, and call that 'compassion.'" -- Harry Browne
"Collecting more taxes than is absolutely necessary is legalized robbery." --Calvin Coolidge
"We don't have a trillion dollar debt because we haven't taxed enough; we have a trillion dollar debt because we
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
How I became a fan of SnapeHow I became a fan of Snape5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was originally an email to Brooke Hollis. It turned out to be my life-story of how I became a fangirl of Snape and Rickman. Enjoy reading
" My name is Brooke Hollis. I am children's literature graduate student and Expository Writing instructor at Kansas State University and am currently doing a study on portrayals of Snape's character in different mediums (novel, film, video games, etc) and the character's rise in popularity.
I was wondering if you might be able to tell me a bit about when you became a fan, why you like the character so much (I, too, am a big Snape fan!), etc.
If you can answer these questions at all it would be greatly appreciated and helpful for my paper.
Thank you so much for your time ! "
11 November 2010
8 Days till the Deathly Hallows I premier
At first, I hope you don't mind I just called you Brooke. Since I expect every Snape fan to be a sort of
Let Me InWhen I saw that you were upset, I asked you, "What's wrong?"Let Me In5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look at me and say, "Nothing." Why won't you tell me?!
You're my best friend! Please let me in your life! Please
I hate being left out! I go back to my music in silence just like you
I whispered these words hoping that you would hear,
"I care for you big brother. Please "
You don't answer back. I guess that you don't hear me.
If I disappeared, would you remember me?
Do you care for me? I seem to care for you!
Tears filled my eyes, but I don't dare cry.
I can't do anything. I am just a girl.
A girl who is just sitting there on the stairs listening to music.
Just over there away from you and close to the edge.
Just over there moving even closer to the edge
I bow my head
My tears fall slightly and silently.
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
Kid's Mom Fanfic Soul Eater 2Kid's Mom Fanfic Soul Eater 25 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kid's Mom Soul Eater Fanfic Part 2
Kid to talk to the group and looks at the tree where it was before the shadow, watching them.
Kid: .... * there was no one in the tree
Maka, something happened, Kid?
Kid: It was nothing Maka. Just thought I'd have felt the presence of someone ...
Maka, right, so let's stay in the hostel in town. It is already dark.
Black Star: Yoshaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!! ^ _ ^
All enter the inn was the only thing standing in the village and when Kid entered, the owner of the inn closes the door right in his face.
Kid :.........................* counting to 10
Liz appears on the second floor window of the inn along with Patty, they appear in the village do not want you, Kid.
Patty, was left out! Missed out! ^ _ ^
Liz: Kid goodnight, sleep tight under the stars ^ _ ^ * close the window
Kid: Liz!! YOU WILL THEN SEE A THING!!
Kid, too angry, went into the forest to find some place to sleep ... and that was also something symmetrical.
Kid jumps and sits
Teach me war"Old man, please listen to meTeach me war4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've come to pray you from far away
A hero like you I want to be
Old man, please be my master
teach me to become like you, you I pray
Please make me stronger, tougher, faster.
Old man, turn me into a knight
I know of war that is coming soon
Please, I beg you, teach me how to fight."
"Young one, I refuse to.
With an old man as sad
as me do not get too mad."
"Old men, what did you just say?
Am I not strong enough for your boon?
Why, why are you sending me away?"
"Young one, I won't teach you.
There is no doubt you are strong.
But my reason, you got it wrong."
"Old men, I beg you tell me why!"
"See the crows in the sky!
They feast on corpses after battle
where men were slaughtered like cattle."
"A battle? Tell me then, who won?"
"The vermin feeding on
the men who for glory were slain
Oh, they all died in vain."
"Old men, I don't want to hear
anymore." - "The battle I don't fear
Deux-pieceDeux-piece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
Decaying SkinI want to be dustDecaying Skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Floating in the care free air
Free to roam on breathless sighs
Empty, yet consumed
I want to be skinless
Shoulder blades etching like swans
From my decomposing back
So beautifully created
Under my delicate decaying mask
Painting red skies onto my skin
The pain-staking sky washes over me
Brushing through my pores
And leaving trails of crimson secrets
That my lips daren't ever tell
Deliverance, decadence, fragility
A breath taking numbness
Cold to the touch, and lifeless to the bone
My frayed mentality, forever wearing away
With each battered and weathered memory
Etching themselves onto my brain
Like an artist's masterpiece
That encompasses his soul
Forever waiting....just waiting
For that masterpiece to be understood
As beauty, and not a delicate mess
Bronze JohnBronze John4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
Chelsea MorningMorning tea comes too soonChelsea Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a slap of newsprint
at my door
while twenty floors below
some sweet young thing
promises the end of the world
on a postcard.
If these walls could talk
I would probably weep
because the paint
has not been seen in years
and covers nothing.
My pillow is a thin buffer
against the noise next door,
and down the hall
I can hear the maid
flick her ashes
down the laundry chute,
slipping the matches
into her bra
and praying the guy in 113
did not dream of her again
all over his sheets.
My blanket weighs a ton
and the elevator grinding
to a halt
is my last stab
at anything rational.
This must be how Joey felt
or maybe Sid.
You know -
funky in a beat up sort of way,
the mattress upstairs
and last night
taking up too much space
in my mouth.
ShroudShe weaves a dress upon the loom,Shroud4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud,
window dressing for a tomb -
she weaves a dress upon the loom.
Forbidden fruit has scarred the womb,
a stranger's face amidst the crowd,
she weaves a dress upon the loom -
her neighbors knowing it's a shroud.
SatedLet me stumble and reelSated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through a long winter's revels,
those cunning gifts of night
that dally in my flesh
and burn my senses
like heavy porcelain gods
ablaze and ravishing the air.
Let me feast on perfumed skin,
arms and legs without a name,
grown lush across the cushions
under a canopy of wanton smoke,
and wash my dissolute hands
in wine made bittersweet
with no hope of redemption.
And I will take my refuge
in the excess of her lips
and this world gone melting
and wasted like a trollop's kiss,
if only to have once pretended
beauty was my willing slave
and one taste left me sated.
the difference is in the labelThe only thing that separatesthe difference is in the label6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and Lust
i s t h e p r i c e t a g
Coincidence or Fate ? Neither.i'm done personifying lettersCoincidence or Fate ? Neither.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and juxtaposing love and life
and recreating conversations
that will never mean anything
because we're not something.
you will always be an initial
for some unknown acronym
weighing my dried-up lungs
(the scale is two hours fast)
according to you, Subtlety
is a synonym for Sarcasm;
according to you, attention
isn't symbolic of anything.
your mind games aren't sports,
and literary death isn't athletic.
unaware, Irony headlocked me
and i was already stuck in your
Kids, don't try this at home!
[but feel free to try it
in someone else's home,
in someone else's heart,
in someone else's poem]
signals can lie, this
you'll never admit:
you can deny it till
your boxes unpack
till your clothes unfold,
unlike this silent drama
that will always remain
in your fucking suitcase.
This, you admit to everyone:
i met Love before i met you.
since we're strictly platonic,
here's a 'friendly' reminder:
Nostalgia is a
Upiorny blask wolnosciAutor: HeidiUpiorny blask wolnosci3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Paring: sugerowany RusPol
Ostrzeżenia: chaotyczne, tematyczne, angstowe
Bardzo dziękuję Soracie za przejrzenie tekstu! <3
Upiorny blask wolności
Roztoczyli przed nami...
Imperium nad księstwami!
Medale z orderami...
Zwinął się w kłębek i przykrył głowę poduszką. Męczyły go niechciane myśli. Jak to możliwe, że wciąż pamięta, że słyszy tamten czas?
- Co się dzieje?
- Nic – wymamrotał w materac.
- Na pewno?
- Tak – uciął.
Niemal widział trybiki pracujące w głowie Warszawy i ucieszył się, gdy drzwi cicho się za nią zamknęły. Chciał być sam.
Rozkazali za nami
Zabić karabinaMinami granatami
- Feliks! Felek, na Boga, gdzie jesteś?
Krzyki rozlegają się wokół niego. S
Who she isShe's so tiredWho she is4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being upset
Of hating herself
When was the last time she looked in a mirror
And thought the girl staring back
That she was worth anything
Anything at all
The last time she felt truly loved
That she was needed
So lost now
In her worlds of fantasy
Where she is who she always wanted to be
She forgets who she really is
Always looking back
On what went wrong
What she lost
So many lies she has told herself
That not even she knows what is real
Gave up what she believed in
Because every night when she prays not to wake up
She would open her eyes to a new day
Looking in the mirror a monster stares back
One with tears running down its face
Wishing it was brave enough
To be itself and love who that is
Or at least have the courage to end it
To lay down
And give in to endless darkness
Offers of Caramel"It is not at all hard to imagine how you must feel Comrade." His voice is calm and smooth as silk. I am sure he is putting it that way on purpose. How irritating.Offers of Caramel5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ivan's eyes, violet and cold, penetrated my own stare with a vibrancy I like. It is... alluring. "After all, it is your fault they do not like you."
Hmm... he's playing this game again? I tilt my head and feel a small smile spreading across my lips. He still hadn't seen the syringe in my hand....
"Whatever do you mean Ivan?" I ask quietly. I always spoke quietly, but why I did when I was screaming inside, I would never know.
He chuckled that cute laugh he always had. So easily he hid his true intentions, I almost envied him, but there really is no need to, as I have also mastered his skill. "Because Matvei." He replied. He was sitting on the wall, crushing the cobwebs I took ages to set up properly and he really didn't care that he had messed them up.
Oh how I wanted to choke him there, but he was still so
SeerSlip the breadSeer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unto my tongue
and I will sing the future,
waning like a brace of geese
and lighting the autumn sky.
The threads of many fingers
for our sons,
their reeds taking flight,
the grey pierce of canyon
like a steeple
through my palm
and the deft swaddle of iron
a cumbersome gift
And I shall bake angels
and seek wisdom
in the tragic discourse of worms,
settling itself into the landscape.
Tank Away, 8It might have happened,Tank Away, 86 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the moment might have blossomed,
but you drew away.
Forgive me, but you beckoned
with eyes that needed too much.
to err is to learn is to love:i'll be your spelllcheck,to err is to learn is to love:6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
if you keep making mistakes
you want me to fix.
Floodwater rising -Flood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
toys swell in the attic
ravenous as reeds
savaging the millpond
after summer rains.
all around me -
peeling back the skin
of this house
like a secret flying south.
I feel it creep
into the joints
of furniture and the carpet's dying edges
where the sideboard crouches
on silent paws.
Wet fills my ears
that scent of things
too ripe to wear
and the slur
between the wall and floors
slipping off the roof
and bits of reed
like living under glass.