Human MagicHuman Magic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
isolation.isolation.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?Hard to Care2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I should be there.
I ignore the bell I hear chime.
Instead I sit and waste time.
There's nothing that I want to do.
The things I enjoy are few.
I know that I should be at work,
But my responsibilities I shirk.
The pills make me no longer sad,
But apathy is just as bad.
So I just let time go by.
I wonder when I'll finally try.
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
DebutThey're setting up extra chairsDebut4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a crowd expected today
I never dreamed in a million years
that I'd be seen this way.
Lines of cars snaking their way
traffic control had to save the day
parking spots so scarce and tight
walking distance such a fright.
So many people in one little place
anticipation on every face
dressed to kill the precious ones
this is priority number one.
A beautiful day with a gentle breeze
spring so fresh on budding trees
Lined up in rows they gave this day
to watch me enter my fresh dug grave.
Young loveYou left that dayYoung love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
took my heart away
didn't think twice
now its ice
I trusted you
turns out I was a fool
don't know what I saw in you
all I know is
Now I hate you
ExtinguishingEveryday,Extinguishing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see less of the world.
The experts say
it will only get worse.
My vision is slowly
Skies, once blue,
now look gray.
If I stare at your beauty,
don't take offense,
I'm merely soaking
the essence in.
the glint of your skin,
I will never
see them again.
With each diminishing
I see my world
with what's left
of my eyes.
I try my best
all the beauty
until the day,
I will see no more.
SplintersTiny fragmentsSplinters3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of solid beams
their fragile seams.
Flung into the air
Not of metal
or of wood
from no structure
where they stood,
the origin of
flew from you
as guided words.
LostI lost the painLost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my heart today,
the red hot burning
simply, went away.
Black smoke fills
where once was flame,
the desire to enkindle,
in my soul,
no longer stays.
Syopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite QueenSyopalaisvaltiatar / Parasite Queen3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE CANTERLOT SERIES
Ponies with Moonsorrow
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Scroll down for the English version
Aamun kajoon herätetty
neito nousee vuoteesta kuninkaallisen
huoneessaan, vieraassa maassa.
Peilistään hän katsoo muukalaista
takaisin katsovat uudet kasvot
harmaan peiliä värjäävä kuva.
Niin varjo matkii kantajaansa halki valon,
vaan katoaako se katveessa.
Alas syövereihin morsian kahlittu,
vain toiseutensa prinsessan paikalla.
Sielunsyöjä, vaihdokas harmaja,
syöpäläinen, sydänten kalvaja
Harmaana tuhkan ja kalman astelee valtiatar
Mannuilla luonnon ja taivaan pukee hän kasvonsa
Parven harmaan keskellä kulkevat
kuolioiset kaviot luolanpintaa
käskynanto kennolle hämärään:
"Lähdemme matkalle pinnalle
käy täytäntöön juonemme iäinen
katveessa ponien hengistä ravitkaa."
Illankajossa on parvi lähtenyt lentohon,
RefusalI don't fall,Refusal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to stand proud
but too many times
my legs were kicked out
sending me crashing to the floor,
the pain of which
I can stand no more.
Desiring to never fall again,
I'll lay here silent
until the end,
cursing the glimpse of
the very first ray
bringing light to yet,
I don't bleed,
RebellionRebellion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Normally Simon would have called some friends over to play on his PlayStation, but today this wouldnt happen. His parents didnt allow anyone to come over, because he had gotten a bad grade in the math-test a few days ago. Simon sighed. I know that I just had a bad day I mean, this can happen to everybody Or not? Oh damn, why are my parents so complicated
After studying for his next test, which he had finished very fast, since hes actually a very good student, he sneaked out of his room. His parents were watching a TV show, so there was no possibility that theyd come upstairs and check onto him. Still, it was impossible for him to go outside or call his friends, since theyd notice that sooner or later.
Instead he climbed up into the attic. Simon liked to rummage around up there, even though his parents had prohibited it, since it was Too dangerous or so. When he had close
You're FamilyThump. Thump. Thump. To Yowane Haku it felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. Nervously she stared at the large oak door to the mansion-like house.You're Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slowly brought her fist up preparing to knock when the handle to her suitcase slipped from her grip and slammed into the door. Haku put her hand on the door as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage.
But to her horror right as she reached the handle the door opened sending her crashing down inside the house. Red with embarrassment she scrambled to her knees staring up at the person standing over her.
Above her a tall young man with blue hair and eyes held an ice cream cone. After an awkward moment, while they stared at each other quizzically the boy dropped the sugary cone and creamy liquid onto Haku's long white hair.
"Agh my ice cream!" The boy screamed.
"W- What is it?!" A shrill voice screamed. Haku watched a small blonde girl run down the stairs leading down to the front door. "
AloneNobody knowsAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows I sometimes cry
Nobody knows I sometimes point the gun
Right at me
Pulling the trigger in my mind
Time after time
Blowing out the demons
Can you even look me
In the eye
Do you see the bleeding in my soul
Does it reach you from my hell
Did you think at all about
The tied up child in my heart
In the corner, in the dark
Tears of rage and despair,
Do you even care.
RoseWhere once was blood a flower grows,Rose5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not just any, but a rose.
So delicate but filled with thorns
a tribute to the bodies torn.
Upon this spot the soil knows
of beings lost to senseless wars.
Angry people caring not
of lives destroyed and carnage wrought.
Summer days turned darkest skies
by mournful wails and babies cries.
Fought in vain for senseless gain
of oil, power, foolish schemes.
Butchered as the lambs in spring
gone forever hopes and dreams.
Fallen hard upon this place
the mindless chasm filled with waste,
left to bleach in searing sun
the bones of those claimed by no one.
The flesh returns into the dust
which with the rain becomes the crust.
Broken into tiny bits
a seed of hope to fall on it.
The song of peace shall fill the land
spread forth by Gods almighty hand,
and gently placed upon the ground
with angels singing all around.
The seed is placed,
for heaven knows,
upon this spot,
A piece of LifeLike change in your pocket, shifting and making noise from inside the deep stitched cloth. Always at your side, always letting you know that they are there. Some only worth a penny and others shine of golden dollar emotions that epitomize the way pieces fall apart and come back together. When the wires are cut off and you're left in the dark, without communication or explanation for the reasons why. Things fall apart, they get shredded and torn. Debris and blood fall around you, all your dreams and hope falter and shatter on the floor. It's too late to pick up the parts, just move on. Remember that you are in control of your life and how you take things is all up to you.A piece of Life10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
People over look the real meaning behind words. The real feeling behind trust, they treat it as a game layed out for them to take advantage and replace what they desire. All people desire something, even if nothing is that they desire. They want nothing to change. Then isolation becomes the key, the word behind all mea