This NightI wasn't a child foreverThis Night10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
When you see me
I can feel them
What's holding you back?
We feel the same
I know that
Eyes flicker away
But you still are
Why are you holding back?
The past has flown
Out of reach
We cannot hold on
So let's let go
And be all we are
You and I
You don't believe
I'm nothing to you
But you can't fight this feeling
You've stayed the same
And forever you'll be fighting this.
But if you don't love me
Then why are you here?
Under this moonlit night
With nothing but me
And the whisper of the wind.
Don't turn around
Are you trying to fight it again?
Touch your hand
Cold as ice
But my fingers lock with yours.
We feel it
We share it.
Our eyes meet
I feel complete
You belong here
Love has killed poetryIt makes no senseLove has killed poetry10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that something so poetic
could render a person without a word left
and without a rhyme to hold depth
But let it be said that this is the truth
a rose is not an image enough
and pales in comparison to true beauty
silk is not an example of true softness and comfort
after having been in your arms
such a daft fabric knows no such warmth
Love in its true and deep entirety
has made poetry obsolete
and destroyed each and every metaphor
made every simile fail and fall
over a cliff of inefficiency and foolishness
Desire and passion are no "fire"
and "raging" is not what they do inside a person
this can not possible describe a feeling that goes so deep
and eats away at every ounce of one's being
when a passionately moaned "I want you" can not express
There is a level that words can not reach
and a state of mind where each one falls aside
and you dare not utilize such useless tools such as words
lest you belittle this feeling inside
Love has strangeled the muse with
BloodBlood12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It runs through my veins
Like liquid fire
Causing so much pain,
Yet bringing such joy
Flowing through my muscular heart
And stright into my thoughtful brain
Giving me life
It is the blood of time
Carrying me out of the past
And propelling me into the unending future.
one last good-byeRoses aren't red aned love isn't trueone last good-bye10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but neither was the friend i had in you
so many secrets i never told
from bad to worse my heart grows cold
i thought i could save you. guess i was wrong
i'll say my good-bye just one last song
don't look for me i won 't be there
you hurt me again this isn't fair
I tried to help you i thought i could
i tried to help you when no one would
you destroyed my world. a screeching halt
insult to injury... a little more salt
i'll turn my back to walk away
there's no reason left for you to stay
i loved you with all my heart
i watched you laugh and break it apart
i'll pick up my heart off the ground
and look for happiness that won't be found
tear it up, just rip it apart
dig your blade in my heart
roses were red, now violets are black
how lovely do i look with your knife in my back?
like all good things we ended with a lie
so i'm writing you my final good bye.
+ When Boys Kiss Boys +When Boys Kiss Boys+ When Boys Kiss Boys +10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two hearts beating as one –
while crosses burn atop churches
and choir boys lose their angelic voices;
while priests drop dead between their pulpits
and bishops choke on holy water droplets.
Here, I stand with them by my side,
watching the end of the world –
when boys kiss boys.
Souls marveling at the sight –
while the trumpets sound from ear to ear
and demons rise to make their steal;
while fire rains from the blackened sky
and the faithful fear we are out of time.
Here, I sit with a martini in hand,
watching the end of the world –
when boys touch boys.
Sprits robbing themselves of life –
while below the oceans run red with blood
and the moon turns crimson right above;
while churches lose their pious wealth
and hell's flames make statues melt.
Here, I lay in bed with them,
watching the end of the world –
when boys suck boys.
September 11September 117 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Oh say can you see,
That our land is free?
Through hurt and through pain
Horror was no feign
Buildings so tall and so strong
Unbreakable. We were wrong.
The cement cracked and timbers did fall,
Our firefighters heeded the call.
Air was full of dust, ash, and smoke,
It alarmed the country that had barely just woke.
Heroes went in and their duty they did,
Not one emotion was hid.
As people walked, stumbled and crawled,
Heavens to Betsy, why did they fall?
Not one mind didnt wonder
Why the towers rent asunder.
Eyes filled with anger and tears,
They showed their own masters fears.
Nothing could have been done
Under that rising sun
To stop this awful deed,
They unknowingly planted in our hearts a seed.
Determination filled our hearts
Wed go on even through the smarts.
They couldnt imagine our bravery,
Their plans failed on flight ninety-three.
Rumors of rubble in places they loved assured it
Heroes forced the terror to forfeit.
IchigoXRukia Chapter2-SuspectsIchigoXRukia: Chapter 2 SuspectsIchigoXRukia Chapter2-Suspects8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo slashed through the hollows head, and the hollow dissolved. Rukias cell phone ringed. She answered it and read the message. An order. She said. She turned to leave when Ichigo called out to her.
Hey! Where are you going?
Sorry Ichigo, I have to go back to the Soul Society. Youll be okay right?
Yeah I guess but-.
She didnt wait for the rest of his answer. She used her zanpaktou to open a portal. After that she was gone. Leaving the spiky orange haired Soul Reaper by himself.
That was strange, I wonder why she had to go back to Soul Society, or whatever its called, by herself. Oh well. Looks like my jobs done here. He started walking back to Uraharas shop.
*Back at Soul Society*
Rukia, returning from the Real World on orders, sir. Rukia said. She was talking to the Captain Commander. An elderly looking man with a long white beard, and a whit
Toilet HumourThere is something to be said for graffiti found in toilet cubicles. And I mean real toilet graffiti, not just the uninspired tags that rebellious teenagers scribble across walls. Real graffiti that has absolutely no artistic merit (that stuff is saved for the bus interchanges), and is usually witty. Mostly wryly-observed commentary about today's social standards.Toilet Humour9 years ago in General More Like This
That, or toilet humour. But it's understandable.
To tell you the truth, though, I think graffiti has been going downhill since the '80s. Oh, sure, street art has flourished, but it seems nowadays that people are quite happy to bitch about the world's problems in public, instead of saving them for a quiet moment in the public loo with a permanent marker.
But, if we're being serious here for a moment, it's rather pathetic the obsession I have with graffiti in public toilets. I'm a 20-something who thinks that toilet humour is funny. I don't actually vandalise myself (I'm much too respectable for that) but the witticism
How to Flush a French ToiletHow to flush a French ToiletHow to Flush a French Toilet10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
(Comment tirer un chase deau Francais)
If you, the American, ever travel to France, never ask where the bathroom is because French bathrooms are entirely different from American bathrooms. Ou est la salle de bain? would lead you directly to a room with a bathtub and a sink. Never ask for the salle de bain, say instead, Ou sont les toilettes? La toilette is in its own special room along with nothing else except for papier hygiénique, toilet paper. Rien, nothing. No magazines, no sink, just une toilette.
The first thing the American needs to know about French toilets is that they may look exactly like American toilets. Do not let this fool you. Toilets are dirty creatures full of, nevermind.
At first glance, the French toilet is the same as the American toilet. It has a lid and a seat, very familia
Lost Within These MomentsSuch passion grown between usLost Within These Moments11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laying in each others arms
Under silky smoothe sheets
Where nothing can do us harm.
No taunting eyes to see
No horrid words to hear
Now darling, its just you and me
Theres nothing more to fear.
Lost within these moments,
Caught in your embrace,
My mind begins to slip away,
My heart begins to race.
Your bare breasts touching mine,
Our tummies soft and smoothe
Your arms and thighs delicious
It's such a perfect mood.
Hands caressing warmly
A burning in my skin
Something makes me need you
My control is running thin.
My hand it slips down lower,
The moment becomes higher
But your beauty stays serene.
I kiss your neck, your cheeks and lips
Such a yummy taste I know
If only we could stay like this
I'll always let this show.
DownfallDownfall9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Quotes 41. I never doubted you; I just doubted your love for me.Quotes 48 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. Something taught me that I have to move on like the rest of the world is and to stop living on a bunch of old yesterdays.
3. Your heart is completely cold, and now I am wondering how I ever though you were capable of love.
4. I guess we were the dreamers that became lost in their own dreams.
5. I wish I could write my name all over you and say your mine.
6. Never regret a moment that made you happy.
7. Laughter, some say that was my cure, but we both know it was you.
8. Falling in love, or falling apart?
9. Youre my miracle without you there would be no tomorrow.
10. If happiness was a gift I would it to you.
Love hurtsIt hurts to love some and not be loved in return, but what hurts more is to love someone and never find the courage to let them know how you feelLove hurts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit meHit me11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You can't see my tears
Rolling down my cheeks
You can't hear my screams
Every time you hit me
You can't understand why I cringe
When ever you come around
But this is why
(You) Hit me
'Cuz I am young
And I don't have my own pain
(You) Beat me
'Cuz I am strong
I can stand up to the blows
(You) Hate me
'Cuz I am smart
I can understand that it's not my fault
(No it's not my fault)
It's not my fault
That you hate me so
I can understand
That the rage in your eyes
Is not meant for me
But how am I supposed to know
That I didn't do this to myself
So go ahead
And hit me
'Cuz I can't scream
And I don't bleed
Because I'm not human
I'm just a child
But that's something that you can't see
I lay me down in my own bed
I think about all the tears I've shed
And I watch as my blood seeps
From wounds that are cut so deep
Left there by your hands
(You) Hit me
But I'm not perfect
(What the hell do you think these tears are for)
And I do have my own pain
(You) Beat me
But I'm no
The mocking birdThe Mocking BirdThe mocking bird10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The mocking bird mocks me in his mocking tone
He mocks me and me alone
He soars through the endless night
he pushes me to my final height
he pushes me to the edge and threatens to push more
he pushes me straight to hell's door
the mocking bird lifts me into heaven then
throws me in to hell
i am stuck captivated by his endless spell
he has taken complete control
he owns my body and my soul
he takes me through days of old
in to a world so dark and cold
He mocks me and flies me higher shows me things i would never know
he flies me higher... then lets go
love feels like youflowers in hand, pants down, our fingers intwined, me breathinglove feels like you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you in, tasting skin, the reasons i love you
written on a deck of cards, the first time i cried when
i was drunk. let me tell you a secret,
i am scared.
you are an intimidating person. those almond blues
shoot me down, pin me, make the truth spill from my lips
faster than the lies could ever come. i feel small
when i stand next to you. i am five foot and am always small,
but whenever i am next to someone i feel like the tallest person
in the room. not next to you. i feel beneath you and supported
by you at the same time. let me tell you
a secret. i am scared. fucking scared.
you may not be in love with me but love the idea of me. you may not
know that everything about our relationship will just be ink on paper,
words on a screen, the story but not the movie, and the past without
a future. god i hope it doesn't go that far. i am scared.
i am scared that i will not live up to expectations. that my thighs are too big,
PlummetA lone petal fallsPlummet10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the sky, downward,
descending upon cold metal,
and I rush to catch it,
with shaky hands
before it settles.
It grew on the tallest branch,
and bloomed with the smallest chance
I see youI see youI see you10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I feel like just falling apart
And when the world has lost it's spin
I see you
Hanging on a broken tree
Bleeding splinters in your side
Desperate pain within your eyes
I see you
I see you
And I know I can't let go of myself
When you're holding on so tight
Despite the burning rain
That burns us both
And the seething pain
That seals us both
Under the black veil of shame
I still want your name
To see you
I don't know how long I can hold on
Or how long I can walk this path,but
I see you
Standing there in your tear streaked coat
And I can't turn my back
I see you
And I remember how I love you
Such that I'd dry your face with my hair
Before I even look at the knife in my chest
Antique AtticThe heat billows outAntique Attic10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the rickety radiator
In gusts and torrents
Along a steady rhythm
Pulsating in jets
To the sound of tribal drums
Piping in on an old abandoned radio
Shafts of light stream
Down onto the floor
Through a crack in the window
That boarded-up window
Hidden in plain sight
Giving the flickers of dust
A healthy, silhouetted glow
So many minute particles
Drifting over sheets of white
Covering assorted living appliances
Trickling over them like snow
Exerting a musty smell
Oppressive to the nose and eyes
Irritating to the throat
Like an old time movie reel
Black and white in origin
All the surrounding space
Seems to emit a stale theme
As if never used for a century
By anyone alive today
Except o'course, for me
Staring around in my attic
My room, my right
I no longer feel the cold
Until a moment of essence
Passing, vaulting, through me
Chills me to the bone
Freezing my leftover flesh
The essence pauses
As if for contemplation
Twisting around to stare
Into the bleak spot I