A Tribute to 20 LostDimpled hands and a heart of gold,A Tribute to 20 Lost2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a daddy's girl that will never grow old.
For you, baby, the world had other plans,
but now who is here to hold Mommy's hand?
You were a victim of things too mean;
you should never have known the bullet's gleam.
Now Mommy sits and holds your teddy,
while Daddy tries hard to hold her steady.
A little box that breaks their heart,
so many families now broken apart.
A man so sick, no right in the head,
has caused so many lights to go dead.
No one will know what you could have done;
a doctor, a lawyer, or the mother of a son?
Misery replaces where once there was love,
as your parents pray you'll fly up above.
A beautiful smile has sadly been taken,
and the hearts of the world have all been shaken.
A CSI Christmas'Twas the night before ChristmasA CSI Christmas9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When all through the lab
The halls were all quiet
No corpse on the slab
The gloves were hung
In the DNA Lab with care
Over luminol, ninhydrin,
and other tools there
The case slips were all nestled
All snug in their files
So the CSI Team
Got to go rest awhile.
When out in the hall
There rose such a clatter
Gil sprang from his desk
To see what was the matter.
Running down the hall
Came Cath and Nick
"Griss, we got a murder,
You better come quick"
Gil picked up his papers
and heaved a big sigh
"I'll be there in a minute
And Nick, you can drive."
They went and they processed
from midnight till dawn
"Lets head back to the lab."
Cath said with a yawn.
Back at the lab
Greg made a big fuss
"Tonight I'm all backlogged,
but for you, its a must"
He spoke not more words
But went straight to his work
mixing and stirring
to make chemical murk.
"I have your results,"
Greg turned and he bragged.
"Its all set to go,
labled, marked and tagged."
Then Jim Brass walked in
Ring Around The Rosie"Ring around the RosieRing Around The Rosie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
pocket full of posies
we all fall down"
There I was, a young lad on the streets of London, scurryin' about for a single scrap of bread, not knowin' whether I'd live to the next day. Around me bodies, always bodies. Posies in the pocket meant to stay away, and so I did! The red rashes, the stench of the dead and the dyin', it was too much to take. And yet where was I to go? My mother and father had perished from the plague, and there was no one offerin' to care for me. Everywhere I turn, the burnin's. All of Europe prayin' for the plague to end. But the prevailin' theory was that we'd all perish, and that the world was comin' to an end. But I knew deep in my heart that somehow mankind would survive. Oh God, another rat! Stay away, stay away! I run to the nearest alley where a fire's burnin' in a garbage bin, gray figures standin' about with ghoulish faces, waitin', hop
Forbidden LoveI remember that night,Forbidden Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the moon shined bright.
I had my first kiss,
It was a moment's bliss.
I remember that day,
the third of May.
When we first met,
like Romeo and Juliet.
We started as strangers,
a guy and a girl.
You had ruffled hair,
I had brown curls.
The bridge I now see,
of iron and sturdy wood,
brings back memories,
of, not bad, but good.
We met at the bridge.
Our secret place.
My cheeks would blush crazily,
when I'd see your face.
It was a forbidden love.
It was meant to be.
We shall never part,
it's just you and me...
*Marriage and Henry*Marry Henry, no!*Marriage and Henry*1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I would like to keep my head
I've grown fond of it.
Updated 28th May 2014
Juliet's Other PoisonParis what did you do to JulietJuliet's Other Poison7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She speaks of me with such regret.
She's saying how she wishes to forget
Everything we've been through
Doesn't want to remember how we met
You've taken everything I worked so hard to get
And I don't think I'm ready to let go of all this yet
But I've never seen her so upset
Keep saying how her mind is set
But I know you tricked her to believing
She should of never loved the enemy of Capulet
She says I'll never be as good as you
To drink all the poison that I want
But to never think that she's going to drink it too
She's ready to start her life anew
She's ready to start living it with you
You made her fall
But only I can make her feel like she just flew
How can she believe she loved me less
than she loves you
You took everything from me
And just left this cursed name of Montague
Oh, how you've condemned me Paris
I stand here powerless and watch the world I love
begin to perish
You took away her smile from me, her laugh
And everything I've come to cherish
FibonacciFibonacci sequenceFibonacci2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rose vines, tightening.
the snail in his spiral shelter.
seeds, corkscrewing, maximum life in minimum space.
magical, methodic, unwinding from the center; distance growing greater with every turn.
a silken snake, ready to strike; divine division, a treasure map of beauty’s proportions;
logarithms trapped in the equiangular coils of nature.
A Tragic Accident, My Dear: Alois X Reader - Ch. 4A Tragic Accident, My Dear: Alois X Reader - Ch. 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author’s note: I had a really hard time writing this because my fangirlyness was kicking in a little too much…Also, because I’m a sucker for sweet things like love. -w-
It’s been a couple of years living with the one and only: Alois Trancy. Alois has been giving strong signals of affection towards you and seems to be careless of anything else. But today, he’ll give you the surprise of your life.
~A Couple of Hours Later~
You were walking down the hall to freshen up by finding the bathroom, but a blushing Alois appeared before you. Alois had an adorable smile over his features and held something behind him. You noticed the yay his elbow looked. “What are you hiding from me, Mister Alois?” You asked and smirked at him.
“’_(f/n)_’, I’ve got something very important to ask you…” He mumbled under his breath, but was heard clearly. “What is it, Alois?” You gave him a little smile.
Sirens Love SlaveHer voice sings to me beautifully,Sirens Love Slave5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dark siren with cryptic words.
I drift towards your lovely voice,
In a deep hypnotic type of state
I don't see or hear anything around,
Just your angelic voice in the air.
I finally I wander through the forest,
To see you with a fiendish smile.
I can't tear my gaze from your lips.
I surrender myself, my body to you.
Tonight i surrender myself to you,
No not tonight, night after night.
Strong Butterflies and Dancing RocksI was never a dancerStrong Butterflies and Dancing Rocks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I could see it in your eyes
You, with such a gentle touch
Carried me around the floor
Fluttering around as my legs
Were dead weights.
You were always the butterfly
Able to soar around
Allowing people to smile.
I was always the rock
Not because I was strong
But rather because I was always stuck
In one lonely place.
But you, fragile butterfly
Was able to lift my heavy heart
And allow me to move.
a forever kind of girla forever (and ever) kind of girla forever kind of girl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lila," Helga hisses. "So perfect."
Lila hears her, of course. It really is silly how Helga thinks no one can hear her enraged diatribes and lovelorn soliloquys. Silly Helga, Lila thinks lightly because she can, but she doesn't really care too much because Arnold trails after her, not Helga, and what has Lila got to be worried about?
Yes, Lila is perfect. She walks down the halls with her perfectly braided creamy-red hair, perfectly pressed and shimmering green dress, perfect smile on her lips and perfect skin, eyes, everything. She is the one the girls are jealous of and the boys all want. The one the adults preen over, and the animals naturally seek out because her voice is just that sweet.
If Lila were the kind of girl to revel in this, she would be queen.
But she's not. Something must be wrong with her.
She wakes up each morning, brushes her teeth and hair, washes her face. She slips on the modest silk stockings and the cute dres
FearFear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's us and them
Me and You
Why the Distinction?
Unwilling to understand
I'm sorry hon,
But there's no instruction
No "one size fits all"
You have to create
Your own rule
Your own way
Don't over think
Go with your instincts
You can't be wrong
Because so far
No one's been right
Show them humility
Show them courage
Show them laughter
Show them pain
And show them peace
But above all
Show them love
British Seduction EpilogueBritish Seduction Epilogue3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Catching red out of the corner of his eye, Arthur glanced to see a very shocked post woman. Ah, he knew the kitchen counter hadn't been a good idea.
Blushing, Arthur was glad that Alfred was covering him, his head dropping onto Alfred's shoulder as his own started to shake with laughter.
Oh he would never live this down.
Hearing Arthur laugh had startled Alfred, who immediately assumed he was being laughed at. The kiss certainly eased his worries, as did Arthur's words, his suggestive tone, the way he pulled him close.
"Mm, learning's good," He said, rather stupidly in fact (stupid enough that even Alfred was aware of how dim his words made him seem). "Jeez, if learning had been this rewarding before, I wouldn't have dropped out of med school."
It took the American a few moments to actually process the woman at the window.
Alfred giggled, grinning brightly at her as he wrapped his arms around Arthur, grasping at his bottom for a few seconds as he pulled him off the countertop and cradl
Baby BirdIt didn't ask to be bornBaby Bird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but after the tremendous thunder
and rampaging rain
it knew it would have to start off fighting.
When we found it
just below an old oak tree
the baby bird made
my pink tutu seem pale.
It cried out, calling for someone to save it
From the pain of being all alone.
My mother told me to go get a soft blanket
and as I did, she quietly whistled a tune
reminding it of the sweet brown feathers
of its own caring, magnificent mother
who was probably soaring
searching for her child she couldn't find.
It didn't ask to die during our walk home
where there would be bird feed and a dry place
perfect to have allowed it to get better.
But as it closed its round raw eyes
it tried to chirp out a tune similar to my mother's
in hopes it would heal the broken bones
that were shattered like glass when it fell.
Being four years old at the time
it was hard to imagine how death worked.
Was it like being under a black blanket: dark, safe and warm?
Or was it like a cave: deep,
EquineSo majestic is the creatureEquine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the long handsome face
chiseled and defined like
the face of an Angel
His eyes are deep, wise, and omniscient
He hears from all directions
His powerful heart beats like the war drums
The breath from his lungs like a gentle breeze
His sinewy muscles flow together
so graceful, as a rushing river
wild and free
His tough hooves strike at the earth
pounding like thunder across the plains
His long sturdy legs
grant him speed and endurance
His back is strong
and bears much weight
His curved stretching neck
carries his fine masculine head
He holds his tail high
with the pride of a king
He stands secure watching over all
with fire in his eyes.
watery gravewatery grave8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
unwilling certainty -
i know what awaits me beyond this door...
chilling absurdity -
reluctant to admit that i've been here before.
the bathroom would be steamy, filled with a misty haze;
and i would stare, in awe, at what this gruesome scene portrays...
the water would be running, mingling with the red
of the bloodstained tiles;
the echo of death in the air would be a silent testimony
of ordeals more vile...
embraced by her watery grave, she'd be lying there,
eyes bereft of life's sparkle, fixed in an eternal stare...
the blade would be there too, the one that seized
her last needful breath.
contradictory to her grim surroundings, she'd be
peaceful in death...
and i know that when i find her, she'd be tragically free.
but she would be my tragedy, she would be me....
FallaciousYou believe youFallacious4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
speak of truth
yet all I see
Your acid tongue
on my skin
for every single
word you've spoken.
You can only
so much of
your own reality
just to save face.
June 29th, 2010
School EndNearing the endSchool End3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time seems to suspend
Struggling to contend
School is the knife
Stabbing into your back
Leaving only strife.
Test after test
Class after class
It will end