True Devotion~Her heart and soul are given, willfully,True Devotion~4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in sacrifice to the one she loves.
It's not an easy thing for her but
she gradually does it, finally believing
and convinced in herself that the feelings
they share are perfectly aligned, like the stars,
in hope of a gleaming future together.
In this she believes, with quiet and open trust,
and so it seems only possible, though a gamble
at best, for her to give in, opposing all doubt.
And though she fears much, it cannot stop
the will of her heart that transitions to action,
for what she fervently desires most is that
he'll remember all she has done and is doing,
and cherish everything she will do just to be his,
happily devoted love, eternal - living for the
moments he makes her feel truly beautiful.
You.YOU.You.4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once you were there,
you never went away.
My thougths never gave my soul a chance to rest,
constantly thinking about you,
what you are doing,
what you would be thinking,
how you are feeling.
You are a prisoner in my head,
but at the same time ,
I'm a prisoner to you.
All my doings,
my thougths and my words,
are chained to a vision of seeing you again,
the vision of holding you in my arms and while I say I truely love you.
And I know it's proberly just yougn love,
the love that never least long,
but at the same time it's the most beautiful love of all.
so I'm not really thinking about the future, or about the past.
I'm just enjoying the feeling of having you near.
lay in my arms while my lips touch yours,
so that just for now, just for this moment...
everything can be alright.
A Victorian Lady, to Her GentlemanI wish I had been born like George SandA Victorian Lady, to Her Gentleman4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all the courage of trousers
to grasp you, a Chopin with your sweet fingers.
But I am a girl beneath my petticoats;
I long to tangle my white-gloved fingers
In the folds of your cravat,
Like oceans meeting,
But I grasp instead the swan neck of my
Lace parasol, like an anchor.
Love, break open my steel rib cage
And make of me a poet,
Make my snarled letters into kisses
And their thorned brambles bloom roses.
Three wishesWhat would your three wishes be?Three wishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had three wishes
What would those wishes be?
Perhaps to live forever
You know, immortality?
Or how about a pair of wings
To lift you to the sky?
Or maybe meet your Prince Charming
A dashing, handsom guy?
Or what about telepathy
Secret access to the mind?
Read the thoughts of others
Or control them from inside?
What about world wide peace
To protect the Earth from war?
Or save the lives of innocent
From those who break the law?
Then there's also time travel
Why not revisit your time line?
Or maybe even time control
Now thats what I call "killing time!"
If you had three wishes
Which wishes would you choose?
Hurry up, the genie's waiting
You've got no time to lose!
So tell me, if you had three wishes what would you wish for?
Sonnet 1My afflicted form embraces the coldSonnet 14 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart lays shattered like a pane of glass,
For the claws of Lady Love have torn my soul
And now I freeze in the coldness of her wrath.
All I wish is to hold her fragile form
And caress her with the fire of my love,
Yet I lay here, my body bruised and worn,
Heart willing, but the mind has said "enough".
No longer shall you prosper in my pain.
If love be cruel, then it wears a disguise,
Yet I know that my glass heart shall strain
If I must stare into your tear-filled eyes.
For, after a time, my soul shall mend
And, perhaps one day, we'll love again.
Am IAm I invisible?Am I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
Id like to tell a storyI'd Like To Tell a Story...Id like to tell a story3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd like to tell a story
About someone I used to know.
Just a little something
That happened long ago.
It's not something of legend
Or of greek mythology
But just a sad little tale
Kept in my memory.
The first thing I remember
Are her brilliant green eyes
And the way they used to shine
Even on the dullest of nights.
Then there's her firey hair
That cascaded into curls.
And her snowy face and freckled cheeks...
She was a very pretty girl.
But sadly she didn't think so
Due to the words which others said.
The evil comments and snide remarks
Soon polluted the poor girl's head.
Days went by and it grew worse
I'd find bruises on her skin.
She'd cry when I'd confront her
And she'd say it was nothing.
Her chair at school stayed empty
For days and weeks on end
She'd stay at home, all alone
And pray her heart would mend.
Then one day I got a phonecall
It was her mother on the line.
"I've got something to tell you..."
And then she began to cry.
You see pe
romance.I.romance.3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The daisies burned in the sunlight. His hair fell into his eyes as the long grass swallowed him, devoured his bones. From his outstretched hands grew wildflowers, their pollen pooling in his palms.
The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
His fingers scraped the kitchen table. I stole a furtive glance at their shadows. The evening entered, pale and lovely, like a ghostly sculpture, lightly dusted with twilight.
"Will you pay for it?"
"It can be fixed."
"No, it can't. Look at it." There were more shards than the fragments of sunlight scattered across the floor.
"All things can be fixed. Did you try?"
My heartbeat sped up and I remembered his foot on the accelerator, the rush of the landscape as it flew on the wind, the singing of the wheels against the tarmac. In the kitchen, the phone rang. It appeared that nobody was going to answer it.
"How deep is
High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blueHigh Maintenance3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler français pour proclamer ton amour!
That would be different! That would be sweet!
Come on baby, sweep a girl off her feet!
I'm not asking for much, just some more va va voom.
Love doesn't have to be shown in the bedroom!
Two old treesLike two old trees,Two old trees4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we stand next to each other.
Even the strongest storm
will never make us fall.
Under the ground,
where no one sees,
the roots have been weaved together.
The Start of Something BeautifulThe Start of Something Beautiful and the Loss ThereofThe Start of Something Beautiful4 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Once, a long time ago, I fell in love with music. Not the beating notes on the radio or the smashing drums of my brother’s CD collection, but the flowing and melodic compositions of pianos and violins. These instruments resonated with me on a deeper level. Being only five years of age, I could not put that emotion into words: I simply knew that I loved the sound and feeling they gave me.
My parents discovered my love for music and set up lessons to learn an instrument through a family friend.
I remember my first lesson as clear as day. My mother led me into a small apartment that smelled faintly of cooking and older people. Inside the tiny living space, a modern little electronic piano stood in stark contrast to a ragged couch and threadbare rug. At the piano sat an elderly man of unknown age. To say he was grizzled would be an understatement. He appeared old, withered, sm
Remember Part 1RememberRemember Part 13 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all stared back then
When I was young
Only wanted to go and have fun
Until my fears became reality.
I was different from the others
Just wanting to create my art pieces
And show everyone what I can see,
But no one seemed to care.
Always seeming to not care
About my existence
And so I became quite
Always by myself
Hoping that someday someone would come
So that I can show them
Who I really am.
Now You See ItYou say I have a vivid imagination.Now You See It4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tell me stop lying about the things I see.
You say my behavior is wild and unacceptable.
And every time I tell you there are shadows chasing me, you don’t believe.
But what if I told you there was light that battled those shadows too?
Would you see it?
What if I told you you’re blind to it,
And gave you sight?
What if you took that sight and saw what I see?
Then, would you see it?
So now you know
Now you see it.
Remember Part 2RememberRemember Part 23 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Years passed and still the same
Little me putting this fake smile on
Only to see that everyone thinks I’m okay
Meanwhile they can’t see the pain
I have hidden and kept to myself.
Every day the same words came out
“I’m okay” I would say
And smile or laugh away
Meanwhile the tears I have shed
But hidden behind this mask.
The more I pretended to smile
The more tears came out
The more I laughed
The more my heart ached in pain.
I feel like my body has become cold
Like this new person came in
And locked away the warmth
The warmth that is the real me.
AwakeAwakeAwake4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
time to paint
a shiver’s shape
each side of a sigh
this morning's taste
of yesterday's goodbye
The Girl Who Melts Magic (Vent)A young girl dances in the storm,The Girl Who Melts Magic (Vent)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale like the snow,
But eyes as bright as the sun.
She grasps the snow in her little fists.
Her echoing laughter travels through the air,
But is ripped apart by the violent winds.
Her smooth white hair,
Is tangled by the storm.
But everything starts to change,
Slipping out of her hands
Like melting snow,
Leaving her with a mark of it’s absence.
She reaches out,
She clenches her fists,
In attempt to reclaim those parts
But it leaves her,
With a feeling of emptiness.
It’s part of her nature,
What she’s been born with,
That makes her feel this way.
There's no way out.
No matter how many needles you stab her with,
No matter how many scans you perform,
No matter how much you poke and prod her,
And drug her with your “magic”,
Dead PrettyDead PrettyDead Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw a girl in the street today
Her grace and beauty took my breath away.
She had dazzling eyes of bottle green
The most beautiful eyes i had ever seen.
Her hair was the colour of autumn leaves
It shimmered in the light as it danced in the breeze.
Her porcelain face and tinted pink cheeks
were enough to make any man's knees weak.
She caught my eye and then flashed me a smile
I have to admit i was dazed for a while.
She stepped into a car and it drove away
Still, i saw her again that very next day.
Though not in the flesh, Oh no not at all.
I picked up a paper and my heart sank when i saw...
Upon the front page, typed up in bold
Were words which made my blood run cold.
Another girl murdered, found dead in the park
Though twas the image below that broke my heart...
Though the colours were faded, I could still see
A pair of green eyes staring up at me...
Set into a porcelain face framed by auburn hair
Life is so cruel, injust and unfair.
I read the rest of artic
Crystal TrinityThe heart is the placeCrystal Trinity4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where all good and bad happens
Which is which is up to the person
But there’s no black and white
The soul is the place
Where creation sleeps
Though very rarely used
It’s the birthplace of all
The mind is the place
Where the heart and soul meet
It combines the product of both
Into thoughts so pure
The body, finally
Is where those thoughts become actions
Where the outcome ends
And the consequences begin
Green Eyed GirlGreen Eyed Girl2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Breathtaking were her emerald eyes,
that brought jealousy to starry skies.
Her hair so black, I could see the night,
though shimmered blue when caressed by light.
Her skin, white and delicate, like falling snow,
ghostly, yet, beautiful like a luna glow.
That burgundy smile, lips like expensive red wine
I'm sure were soft and gentle, and tasted divine.
The soft flutter of her lashes made feathers fall like lead...
That b*tch was too f***ing perfect. I'm glad she's dead.
Taking a Shot at LoveHer body moved like an angel's. She was so careful of every step and so fluent with her movements. There were other ballerinas but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was so clean. Not a single flaw anywhere. She wasn't even the main character but she brought the story to life for me. I made it a point to talk to her. After the show I waited outside. My ride wasn't there yet so I had an excuse. My cousin was picking me up but he was always late. When the dancers made their way outside, I was ready. I approached the group. I picked her out immediately. I walked as confidently as I could but my hands were shaking. I swallowed hard and introduced myself. She seemed a bit off put at first but I quickly explained why I was still in the area and it seem to put her at ease. Her friends were smiling and whispering behind her watching my every move. Eventually I mustered up whatever strength I had and asked her to dinner.Taking a Shot at Love4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was taken.
I never went to see another ballet.
Remember Part 4RememberRemember Part 43 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quietness filled the air
Where the real me was
Still locked up
And just sitting down
Watching what the “new me” did every day.
Watching this “new me” laugh along
To the jokes that were told
And putting on the biggest smile
Showing everyone that I am happy,
But I am really not.
The warmth in me felt like it was fading
Starting to become part of the “new me.”
The cold smiled
For they know they have won,
But before they can celebrate in victory
The real me screamed one last time
Just wishing for someone to hear
And little did I know
I heard your voice.
You spoke to me
Asking me if everything is okay
And of course the “new me” replied with the same words,
But you stayed and shocked the cold
Saying three simple words
“No you’re not.”
Hearing those words made the real me smile
Feeling happy that you are the someone
I have been waiting for.
From this excitement the warmth in me started to grow
Remember Part 3RememberRemember Part 33 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The real me screamed and shouted
Only wanting to get out
And warm my body up again,
But the cold was to strong.
Every day the same thing
This new person would smile and laugh
Telling everyone that nothing is wrong
Meanwhile the real me screamed for help
Hoping that someone would hear.
The more I screamed
The more the cold would get mad
And then telling me to stay quite
Saying that I'm not important
And that no one will ever care.
After hearing this over and over
I started to believe what this new person would say
Telling me that I’m not important
And that I am a bother to everyone
That just hearing over and over all these negative comments
Made me back up
And let this new person be the “new me.”
Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (my version)Old Ralph-zilla was hoppin' around,Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (my version)4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tokyo City like a big playground,
When suddenly Batboy burst from the shade,
And hit Ralph-zilla with a bat grenade,
Ralph-zilla got mad and began to attack,
But didn't expect to be blocked by Jack,
Who proceeded to open up a can of Jack Fu,
When Quasimodo came out of the blue,
And he started beating up Jack Skellington,
Then they both got flattened by the wrath of arson,
But before he could make it back to the Batcave,
Dr. Facilier popped out of his grave,
And took an AK-47out from under his hat,
And blew Batboy away with a rat-a-tat-tat,
But he ran out of bullets and he ran away,
Because Mae Talick came to save the day!
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny!
Good guys, bad guys and explosions,
As far as the eye can see,
And only one will survive,
I wonder who it will be.
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
Ralph-zilla took a bite out of Mae Talick,
Like Stanford Pines took a bite out of rich,
Then Jack came back cov