What are Books?They are carriages to another worldWhat are Books?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an escape from day to day life
Records of peoples hopes and dreams
relievers of any strife.
They can shield us from sadness
make us laugh and make us cry
They are the best friends one could ask for
they never hurt or lie.
They can tell us stories
they can teach us fact
You can travel to a whole new world
by of opening one the simple act.
DepressionDepression ( 1990's )Depression9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Depression's here in my mind,
a clear thought is hard to find.
My brain is in a great thick cloud.
I am lost in a great big crowd.
Depression makes you stay in bed.
It is taking over my innocent head -
like gangrene, it has spread.
It makes me silent, scared to talk,
scared to move, look or walk.
Depression put me in a shell,
where nothing really rings a bell -
everything is hard to tell -
it put my thoughts in a deep dark well.
Depression - brain regression -
thought recession - no suggestion.
Makes you stare at a page of math
with a blank expression.
Concentration goes out the door,
now my mind has hit the floor.
I sincerely can't take anymore.
Thinking clearly becomes a chore.
I'm there in substance but missing in my brain.
In my skull it's starting to rain.
I know I'm hurt, but I feel no pain.
Some friends start to worry, other make fun.
I see fog - they see sun.
They don't know what's going on inside,
my mind is going out with the tide.
Nothing is focused, no
UnspokenFor the loveUnspoken11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
DepressedThe flame is extinguishedDepressed7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hopes and dreams are no more
Life has become a burden
And I don't even bother
InvisibleI'm invisible,Invisible1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
My ideas, my thoughts,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
To Experience MusicTo listen is not to feelTo Experience Music7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Simply allowing your arms to transform
Into powerful serpents as light as wings
Or your feet to dance patterns
They alone can sense
Is not to truly experience.
To experience music is something
That goes beyond idle pleasure.
The world around you vanishes
And your eyes close
For in this alone they are best shut.
Your arms and feet feel light
The impulse to dance is there
But in awe of such beauty
Your body remains completely still
And pure sound
Fills you and surrounds you.
The instruments blend together
Fading into one another
There is no individual in music
Together they are a being of purest form
An ocean of chords, notes,
Beginning as a rumbling purr which greets you
A majestic cat of gold
Recognizing a kindred spirit.
The purr evolves
Joined by a rush of feathers
Caressing your face.
The crescendo fills you from the inside out
Each note reverberating in the core of your chest
Until a powerful roar of thunder climaxes in the ocean
PainHave you ever wanted to scream?Pain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scream until your lungs stopped
Have you ever wanted to cry?
Cry until your eyes burned
Have you ever lied in bed awake?
Just thinking of the ways you could die
Have you ever faked a smile?
Just so no one will ask
Have you ever stared in the mirror?
And just wanted to hit it until the glass broke
Have you ever stayed up late?
Wishing that the pain would go away
Do you ever wonder?
Wonder what went wrong
Do you ever ask?
Ask why it all happened
Has anyone ever asked you?
If you were ok
Have you ever answered I'm fine?
And just walked away knowing you weren't ok
Mental Disorder DinerWhy hello there miss.Mental Disorder Diner8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to battered and scarred restaurant,
where disorders are over cooked, raw or however you like it.
Would you like to start with our appet…. I mean anxiety disorders?
I'll start off simple with panic disorder,
while being a simple dish, it has a bad after taste of fear.
You can taste the fear from here.
Next up we have our social anxiety disorder,
This disorder is on back order and
too scared to show up to the meal sometimes.
It does however come with a side of sweat
No, not your style?
PTSD is our special appetizer of the day,
because it only trusts on some days
and comes with flashbacks on the side.
Next we're on to our specials, considered the hardest disorders.
First is bi polarity, which will take you through a number of sensations.
from sad blue to normal grey to euphoric high yellow,
Schizophrenia is a unpopular one of many,
the hallucinations are controlling and over cooked.
A bit too difficult to chew?
Our main courses are eating disorders.
To YouTo the girl I sawTo You11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the sad, sad eyes.
To the boy I met
Who wasn't allowed to cry.
To the man I saw
Who was falsely accused.
To the woman I met
Who was badly abused.
This is my ode to you
For you live on despite it.
I'm so proud of you
For you can still fight it.
The world is against you,
But it's not your fault.
It's just the way
This world was taught.
So live on, live on,
Don't you give up here.
It gets better later,
The light is near.
I believe in you,
I know you can make it.
I'll reach out my hand,
If you need it, just take it.
You're not invisible,
And you'll be fine.
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
Hope Pt.1Title: Hope Pt.1Hope Pt.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 3
Kaidan's eyes fell to the nameplate he held in his hands.
"You put it up," Garrus had told him moments ago. "It's only right if you're the one to do it."
He turned his head to look at the turian who stood behind him with the rest of the squad, and with Tali leaning closer to him. Garrus nodded his head. He whispered to him, "Go on."
The spectre turned his attention back to the plate. Commander Erica Shepard. Her name was to be placed on the memorial wall. Her's was to be the last, but the first to be remembered. The commander he loved had achieved the impossible - by uniting the galaxy together and collecting the best materials highly needed for the war, Shepard had ended the Reaper threat once and for all. The reports from Earth supported the truth. Dead Reapers lied on the planet's surface. The geth have fallen in battle and have malfunctioned. Even the body EDI had taken for control collapsed some
Mass Effect: Morning WorkoutKaidan returned to the small one-person bedroom he'd been assigned, officers' privilege, wanting to take a painkiller and sleep off his migraine. He grabbed the pill bottle and set off in search of a bathroom. It wasn't far. The men's room was sparsely decorated, but clean and Kaidan noticed a bay of showers stalls in the back. He'd definitely be taking advantage of that in the next few days. Decontamination might get a man clean, but nothing beat hot water and soap. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, shaking his head at the strange shape his hair took when he tried to look professional. There were no tumblers by the sinks, so Kaidan fell back on the boyhood habit his mother hated most and slurped a mouthful straight from the tap. Grinning, he swallowed the painkiller and made his way back to his room. Rounding the corner, he saw Flight Lieutenant Moreau keying in to a roomMass Effect: Morning Workout4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Heart and BloodHeart and Blood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dragon Age Origins: (c) BioWare
Heart and Blood
Chapter One Introductions: The Circle
"Stop fussing Jowan. Why must you always fuss?" Rae chastised as she attempted to straighten out his robes. He was always so fidgety, so nervous, and at times it got on Rae's nerves, but it was his quirks that she'd come to enjoy the most about him as they grew up together in the Circle. Jowan had been there a year longer than her, and they became fast friends when she was dumped on the tower steps. His situation, as well as many of the others residing within the tower were very much alike. Most were given up as children by fearful families when they began to show signs that they possessed magic. Another large amount, though not as much as the orphaned children were taken by the Templars when neighbors, friends, or a passerby would report something they'd seen. Either way, they all ended up in the tower, or if they didn'twell most of them didn't want to concern themselves wit
Alone 7. You've Got MailAlone 7. You've Got Mail3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Alone, 7. You've Got Mail
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Axiom Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, David Anderson, Kelly Chambers
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all characters from it belong to Bioware.
Content Warning: Mild Spoiler, Mild NSFW, Sexual
An Honor?Shepard walked down the stairs leading to the lower deck rubbing at her temples in an attempt to alleviate the pulsing headache that seemed to be a hallmark of so many of her conversations with Ambassador Udina. With her eyes half-closed and not paying particular attention to her surroundings, she collided with another body coming up from the opposite direction.An Honor?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She felt herself stumble and would have fallen quite gracelessly down the stairs if not for a pair of strong hands that shot out and grasped her by the arms, steadying her.
So much for my great sense of balance, she thought wryly. Mother would be disappointed right now seeing all those credits for dance and movement classes going to waste.
"Commander, are you alright?" a voice said, breaking in upon her thoughts.
Shepard became acutely aware of the hands still holding her and of the closeness of a distinctly male body. Involuntarily, warm tingles began spreading out throughout the surface of her skin making her fl
ReflectionsReflections3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look in the mirror reflection,
I hope my true self avoids detection.
I am not who they believe,
I find freedom when they leave.
I see myself with this refinement,
It's all traditional confinement.
Who is she?
That beauty staring at me.
Not who I was meant to be.
This personality and this face,
My family's disgrace.
Honor and poise,
Someone save me from this choice.
I hide behind this façade,
It's a delicate charade.
I see myself as a warrior,
Everyone around sees me as inferior.
Why can't I let my true self shine?
Why must I let this cage confine?
Behind this face I fade.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Turned to obscurity.
This sad shallow reflection.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.-7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Second ChanceWhat is trust?Second Chance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Having confidence in others?
You told me I could put my faith in you
That I could tell you anything and you wouldn't breathe a word
No matter what has happend, we will find a solution together
We are meant to be friends
But I am being forced into the shadows
Drowning in the fury that has assembled
I tell myself that I can find the good within them
But as I continue to search, my faith seems to be fading.
My saviour has come?
They reel me out of the darkness
The illumination of hope glows intensely as I reach the light
But fall as they use me and throw me back down.
All hope of finding happiness is gone
I turn my back to the light
Weeping under the bitterness of the dark
Knowing no one wants me
A hand rests on my shoulder
Drawing small patterns and pushing away my tears
I look up only to be met with a beautiful smile
They reach out their hand to me
I take it as we rise further away from the hatred
And closer to the fortune
I have been saved by a true friend
TnM- AhogadoLa palabra que describía mejor lo que estaba sintiendo en estos momentos era, ahogándose. Literalmente sentía ahogarse, no solo en sus palabras, sus acciones, sus pensamientos incluso parecían traicionarle. Sin embargo, ahora también se ahogaba en la música. Esas notas llegaban claras a su oído, esos versos de un amante desdichado se hundían en su ser. Porque entendía lo que hablaba, comprendía en un nivel superior lo que trataba de dar a entender el artista con su canción, con su guitarra, con su grito ahogado de desesperación fundiéndose en la música.TnM- Ahogado2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thomas apagó iracundo la radio. Su estado de ánimo no estaba para este tipo de traición de aquello que más amaba, la música. No sería ella también la que le recordara su situación, no sería ella quien le reprochara aquello que rehusaba profundamente. La música, esta
Cuando estes aca- ThomarieAltCuando estés acá- La renga.Cuando estes aca- ThomarieAlt2 years ago in Drama More Like This
¿Tenemos que seguir jugando este juego? ¿Nunca vas a parar con tu mentira? (Espero que esto algún día tenga final).
Desperdiciar mis lágrimas por vos no vale la pena y nunca lo va a valer, no pienso seguir más en este engaño (pero es todo lo que me queda de vos).
Me pregunto si vas a volver (todavía me pregunto si vas a volver).
Ya se va a terminar, ¿qué estamos esperando? (¿una muerte debe ser derrochada para que tus ojos vean el precio?)
Sigo sonriendo para ver si tu mentira va a seguir en pie.
El corazón ruega por un mínimo de soledad, sangra por el destino, y vuelve a casa, un momento no es suficiente, quiero que estés acá (y si es necesario, mi corazón se va a arrodillar a tus pies, dejando la marca de lo que nunca fue).
Una flor seca deja marca en el campo, y me dice al
THOMARIE - Quien te crees que eres??? (3)Si lees la descripcion al acabar me harias muy muy feliz, GRACIAS!THOMARIE - Quien te crees que eres??? (3)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hace mucho que cai en la rutina, en el hecho de que todo fuese igual cada dia de mi vida desde que me case..... lo que no significa que eso me moleste, fue de lo mejor que me paso junto con el ser correspondido y el tener una hermosa hija........ una hija que se quiso suicidar..... Por que ella intento ocultarlo, pero soy su padre..... y por una vez, vi algo que su madre no supo ver....
Estoy sentado en el patio de la casa de mis padres, bajo el arbol testigo de nuestras maravillosas hazañas:
- Los primeros pasos mios y de Candace,
- la bienvenida de ferb y papa,
- cada uno de los dulces y alegres "¿Que estais haciendo?" de mi querida Isabella,
- cada invento, idea e imposibilidad que hicimos real junto a nuestros amigos, provocando las "locuras" de mi hermana,
- el pr