Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitarThis is Me, Begging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.
What is this?
It's a plea
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.
I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
Learn.Learn to breathLearn.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't yet learned to see
Learn to love
I've taught myself to feel numb
Learn to cry
I might one day learn to fly
Learn to feel
Learn to know what's fake and real
Learn to burn
I know now I've learned to learn
Those Who Wander and Those Who RestMay he who wanders never rest,Those Who Wander and Those Who Rest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And may he who rests never wander,
lest they find what they seek:
Wander not in the light,
but venture in the shade of day,
And rest not in peaceful serenity,
but among the decaying filth
the stains the soul hues of blood;
Only then will the answer be revealed,
And grant you what is sought;
among the dead and the dying,
among the haunting darkness-
So that the wanderer may cease his travels,
And the one who rests his fitful slumber:
And nevermore will they return to the light,
For an object not sought in darkness
Is an object of no good to good men,
both wandering and resting alike
Gravityi'm dedicating this dream to you:Gravity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
wishes for you are reasons without -
so i'm filling up my palms with straws,
clutching on desperation so i don't reach out -
because the second your hand is here,
i'll give you all of me, i know it.
i'm dedicating this dare to you:
my match-girl, my cold alleyway ghost.
haunt me always at the end of hallways,
but don't come any closer to my skin -
i'm too cold and frightened here,
with no earth to grip in case i fall -
crush me to the ground, leave me gravity.
Warm Me"The world is big and I am small,Warm Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am short and the world is tall.
The world is cruel and I am hurt,
The world is cold and full of dirt."
The melody of a children's song
Echoed through the empty floor
When the shadow of a former self
Marched towards that certain door.
Behind that door there was a short shelf,
Drawers unlocked by a key
Agile fingers had stolen before.
The lighter was found with glee.
"The world is big and I am small,
The world is too deaf for my call.
The world is cruel and turned away,
The world is cold and has to pay!"
Like ice the darkened walls did glisten
On the floor there was a lake.
The last canister soon was empty
And the pale hand did not shake.
With a soft hiss the flame's brought to life.
It stretched and began to dance.
A hand tried touching it tenderly
Staring eyes entered a trance.
"The world is big and I was small,
It never did love me at all.
But with you the tables will turn!
But with you my friend, it will burn!"
We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted whenWe kill angels3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
Instead we're treating them so malicious-
ly, We kill angels, we're hell and them is woe
the little kid who became (your name here)These thumbtacked stars on my ceiling glowthe little kid who became (your name here)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
So much brighter than anything I'll ever know
They say that ignorance is bliss I say their wrong
Ignorance is everything, but sometimes bliss tags along
Where'd I leave my naïveté?
I don't respect who I used to be, I'm not my biggest fan even now
But I know that it will get better, someday, somehow
I measure time in school books, as I grew so did they
Learning's just a hobby, but the books keep getting bigger almost everyday
What happened to the little girl who was on top of the world?
I'm collecting imperfections, I keep them in a jar
One day they'll fill my scrap book, I find a memory in a scar
Sometimes I only see the night but the cloud cover's too thick
The stars are gone outside but the ones on my ceiling still stick
I know I've grown but have I become a clone?
Now I like politics and scientists
What happened to the little girl who made a wish?
She told her secrets, believed in trust
She never saw the <
AnxietyAll these thoughts racing through my headAnxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All while it tries to slip into slumber within the confines of my bed
A question goes unanswered
For the reason that it goes unasked
Possibilities race through my mind
Unbidden and unwanted
Happiness just out of reach
Doubt always there like a horrid leach
A history that invades the present
A firm bastion against sadness
But also an opportunity for disaster to raise its fetid head
But I will not give up on this mm opportunity for bliss
I will not let it slip through my fingers like so many others
I must act but when
I do not know
Seeds of dissent this does sow
My mind will not rest
My body will not calm
My heart will not slow
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods aloneFrightful Meeting3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers
But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place
Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two
Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
ritualWe walk among the monuments to great deedsritual3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the prices paid for them
stone pillars raised in honor
of names we might never know
but as we walk by we each pay our respects
we trace the letters etched in the stone
or tap our hands along the walls
each action a personal ritual
a silent moment in our hearts
where we promise to remember
that each star is a hundred families
who paid the ultimate price
I'm part of her 1I'm part of her 13 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm a part of her
my eyes are her
gone like her
the night she gave me
will be used to save me
I brought you here
there is no fear
I need green
you have green
you have my eyes
GIVE THEM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RoxanneRoxanne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Roxanne and I am gonna tell you a story of a woman.
And that woman is me."
These streets are so dark,
They are pulling me down,down into the night.
How did I get here?
I am in the embrace of THE red light.
They all want my body,
And they love it for a while,
This is WarThis is WarThis is War3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The gates are open, they're flooding out
I'm a one man army, there's no doubt
These soldiers are of different shapes, sizes and color,
I use all my might, strength and power
to put up a fight.
They're strong, don't get me wrong,
This war will last very long!
I'm pushing, trying to get through,
So irritating, so confusing, so tiring! (phew!)
My brows are crossed and my mind is lost
and my body can't bare it all
my eyes go fuzzy and then i fall...
Now i'm buried underneath this rubble,
I can hear my mother scream,
"If you'd have kept your wardrobe clean,
You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"
PrussiaxAmerica: PockyAmerica stood nervously on a certain Prussian's doorstep. They hadn't talked in awhile, but Al figured after everything that's happened to the albino, he should at least pay a friendly visit. Alfred carefully pressed the doorbell and bit his lip impatiently.PrussiaxAmerica: Pocky4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The door opened to reveal the handsome Kingdom. "Kesesese~! If it isn't mein awesome friend!"
"Hey Gil." Was all the blonde managed to say.
"So, vhat brings you to ze awesome me?" The ex-nation questioned.
"Pock- Vhat now?" Gil asked raising a silver eyebrow.
"Pocky. It's like a long cookie, covered with chocolate cream!" Alfred started explaining excitedly. He pulled a red box out of his pocket and showed the Prussian. "Japan introduced me to it awhile ago."
Gil still had a questioning look, but quickly shook it off. "Kesesese! If you say so! You can come into mein awesome house!" The Prussian dramatically swept his hand over the interior of the household.
Alfred entered and made his way to the kitchen.
forget your bad deedsyou're just a nobody in the middle of nowhereforget your bad deeds3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and you'll never know how you got there
why do we try so hard to remember if we never do
because I know that I will never remember you
as much as I cry, as hard as I try
I don't think I'll ever know why
why do I want so bad to remember what I'm meant to forget
each time I discover who I am I just want to hit reset
my motto is "forget who you are, forget who you were,
you're gonna go far, of that I am sure"
if I remember all the things that I've done
I know, in my life, I'll have no more fun
some secrets are left better buried if you know what I mean
some victims are better forgotten, their blood and their scream
Port and Short SkirtsIf half the things I think happened last night did,Port and Short Skirts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how the hell am I functioning;
How the hell am I alone
Left to puke it out on my own?
Things I did, things I said
When I told you all I’m better off dead
It wasn’t just the Guinness talking;
Smashing a bottle,
Sleeping on you,
Punching my crew.
Yeah, it’s just a Friday night
And I’m gonna live it up
I’m gonna get buzzed
Until I come back down,
Come crashing down.
What happened to my arm?
Did I try to self-harm?
Who’s the guy round my waist?
Who’s skin am I trying to taste?
When did breathing start stinging?
When and why did I start singing?
I kinda wrecked his house,
I kinda puked on his lawn.
I kinda necked my bestest friend,
I kinda put my sanity on lend.
But that doesn’t matter;
Cos I had too much fun
For me to shun
Everything I did.
Got kicked out,
Into the cold
Where I got told
I’m a stupid bitch
But that’s okay;
I only want to play
Dirt And DiamondsHow can we recognizeDirt And Diamonds4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what happiness is,
what happines means,
when we do not know
what sorrow is,
how sorrow hurts?
How can we realize
how beautiful life is
how worth living a life is
when we do not know
what bereavement is
how certain death is?
How can we know
that love is a gift,
that to be loved is a gift,
when we don't know
what loneliness means
what to be hated means
How do we know a light shines bright,
when there's no shadow to compare it to?
Sometimes we need the dirt
to see diamonds shine brighter
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
Dark Chapter 4: Piggeh ProblemsI tried to shake the thought from my head while I was sleeping. No No love is a weakness it hurts people and is a horrible thing I told myself before drifting off into a much needed sleep. I woke in a dream but I was still in a bed strange I thought. I hopped up from the bed and began floating lightly instead of walking. I looked down a long dark corridor with a light at the end "Well It's just a dream right?" I walked down it cautiously as a voice began to whisper to me "You know you love him..." I began to argue with it "I-I do not! Love is a weakness! I can never love!" "He is your soul mate..." Anger boiled up inside me because I was trying to deny something I couldn't "Look leave me alone!" I screamed running but seeming to get no closer to the door. I looked down as I panted hearing the voice get closer "Let you heart decide." "NO!" I retorted before looking up again. I was startled I was at the door now as it opened by itself. A blinding light shone through to the darkness and SDark Chapter 4: Piggeh Problems3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skully's Secret Chapter two: Gorgeous Guest.Stephano walked up to me and Gonzales "Allos Skully." He completely ignored his brother who looked hurt. I was going to do something about it "Why didn't you say hi to your brother." I gave him cold stare. "I'm Gonzales I did not see you there Allos." he smiled. Which made me feel better,somehow. Piggeh burst into the room "I'M PUMPED!!!!" He always was...Mr.Chair entering behind him and he soothed him. After Piggeh calmed down they ran over. "Where is Jennifer?" I asked, looking around. "I hear she was gonna go out for the day...she said she needed to change herself since everyone hates her..." Mr.Chair revealed."AND YOU JUST LET HER?!" Stephano asked obviously angry. "She is her own woman it was none of my business!" Mr.Chair defended when I cut in " Stephano! We have work to do! Gonzales." He glanced over I saw the hurt echoing in his golden eyes "Want to come join us?" I asked smiling at him. I saw the hurt slowly melt away as his warm voice slipped past his lips "I'd love to." HeSkully's Secret Chapter two: Gorgeous Guest.3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
DawnA soft shimmer grows slowlyDawn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the East, so lowly.
The black sky sprinkled with white
Could swallow the faint light,
But instead turns navy blue.
The horizon blushes pink
Diluting the dark ink.
As the world's painted with gold
All the colours unfold
And the sun rises anew.
As if stars fell down from high
Down from the paling sky
The ground glitters in the light,
In this early morning's sight,
Covered by the pearls of dew.
Dew DropDew DropDew Drop3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
Doctor Who Plot GeneratorDoctor Who Plot Generator6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
RANDOM DOCTOR WHO PLOT GENERATOR!
Based on the 'Time Lord: Journies' PDF's Random Journey Generator
HOW TO USE THIS PLOT GENERATOR:
This plot generator just gives you the basic details of a plot, not a full-fledged synopsis. Keep in mind, you won't always need to roll for all categories, except when a previous roll requires you to.
A six-sided die (D6)
At least a little imagination
ROLL A THEME:
First roll to find the theme group, then roll again to find the theme within the group. On a result of 5, reroll to get a Theme and double the number of locations over which the story takes place. On a 6, reroll for a Theme twice, applying both results, with the first as the Main Theme and the second as a Subplot.
1 Alien Menace
2 Altering History
3 Ancient Powers
5 A World Gone Mad
6 Beauty & the Beast
2 Environmental Action
3 Historical Adventure
6 Mad Scientists
1 Mistaken Identity
2 Parallel Universe