You're Just...You're Just...1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
I amI am quiet and passionateI am2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder how other people's minds work
I hear the wind's song
I see the moonlight's shadows
I want to change and move the world
I am quiet and passionate
I pretend to be a different person
I feel magic in the mundane
I touch the faerie's dust falling through my fingers
I worry about how capable I am
I cry over lost chances and failed tries
I am quiet and passionate
I understand that things are different than they appear
I say you should not change yourself for anyone else's sake
I dream about the day that I will reach my goal
I try so hard to keep going
I hope someday that the world and I will understand each other
I am quiet and passionate.
Midnight's MysteriMidnight's Mysteri8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
among the gathering of the shadows, amidst the whisperings of the winds, across the landscape of your mind glides a Midnight's Mysteri
into your dreams I weaves imaginings, fantasies both beautiful and bizarre, some horrifically all too real, you moan in your sweet slumber as I slip closer still,
my hand barely grazes your skin, my voice a mere promise of a whisper,
as I lean closer to taste of you, your skin, and more,your life's flow
you moan again and I smile, oh pleasure is sometimes first brought by the unknown:
you know I am oh so very near, my form it melts against every curve of your own,
so gently, so perfectly, you believe I am almost not there, and then,
I whisper out your name, and suddenly you realize, you are not dreaming, you are doing what is oh so right:
and then I am gone, just as suddenly as I came - you rise in your bed, the only evidence that this may not have been a dream that exists is
the scent of my perfume wafting softly through the gentl
angel of despairHe sat there. Unmoving. Unknowing. He sat there only breathing and twitching. The symptoms from giving up his medication were taking control of his slender body. This man- this creature of destruction, only wanted to be anywhere but in the empty classroom with his back against the wall. He slumped to the floor with a sigh and proceeded to stare into the nothingness that drowned his visions. His body involuntarily convulsed to the rhythmic disease flowing through his veins. As I sat down about a foot from him, I could do nothing but stare as his eyes glazed over the protective mask he bore every day. His facial expressions never gave him away. But it was his clenched fist at his side that fascinated me. I was intoxicated. Inebriated from his very presence. I dared to move closer to this horribly beautiful statue. He sat; never stirring. My heartbeat danced upon my chest as my shoulder brushed his arm. The striking stone figure only glared into the remoteness of the black voidangel of despair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
Pushed awayPushed away3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What do u want from me!!
You sick sadistic fuck .
Playing those mind games,
like this isn't reality,
like no 1 gets hurt,
as if this never happened.
as if we never happend.
Well it all ends here.
Scherzo in E MajorIs this it?Scherzo in E Major3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has the muse finally appeared?
Is the time drawing near?
Are you what I've been looking for?
Have you been ghost in my ears?
Can you help me write a page,
Of prose or poetry, and be praised for days?
A polonaise to clear my haze?
Something that will set our hearts ablaze?
Perhaps this is just a phase....
I am looking for something more
On the battlefield of love and war
Better than before
Less fighting, more uniting
The perfect harmony
SalvationSalvation1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
One prayer can change your life...
PRAY THIS NOW
If you want to be born again, you must ask Jesus to come into your heart and life. You must say a prayer like this and mean it from the bottom of your heart:
"Lord Jesus, I come to You as a sinner, lost and condemned to Hell.
I repent of my sins and ask for your forgiveness.
I believe with all my heart that You died on the cross and rose up again for my sins.
I open my heart to You and receive You as my Lord and personal Saviour.
Please take control of my life and make me what You want me to be.
From today, I am Yours and You are mine.
Thank You, Father for this wonderful gift of salvation,
If you have prayed this Prayer from the Bottom of your Heart, You are saved and are going to Heaven. Your name is written is the Lamb's Book of Life meaning you have a Place in Heaven. Visit This Man of God's Site and he will Teach you how to live and will encourage you through Preaching and through his Books. his name is Dag Heward
siedem sekundSiedem sekundsiedem sekund2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Siedem sekund potrzebujesz, aby dotrzeć do głowy
twym głosem słodko-gorzkim tworzysz głód nikotynowy
wkładasz w usta bełkot szaleńca - ręce drżą
pozbawione smukłego wsparcia od białopomarańczowego szańca
śpiewa mi pan, że niszczy piękne płuca
niespokojny oddech kłębem dymu - a przecież tęsknota
mocniej dusi, gdy tak za płucem kuca!
MalkontentBrak snu i czasem natchnienia by na papierze słowa schować:Malkontent2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
bo myśli w kolejce stoi za wiele
bo żul za oknem krzyczy i chleje
bo późno już i belfer niewyspanego do tablicy rano zawoła
bo eks-przyjaciel- pseudointelektualny poliglota- sądzi że elegancją jest mieć w dupie wartości. Życiowy miernota
bo na rogach nastolatki obleśnie tyłki eksponują
bo się żalą wszyscy dookoła na słabe oceny a chęci do pracy brak i zapijają lenistwo browarem z przeceny
bo hipokryci leniwi plotą i plotą o celach i marzeniach; dziewczyna, żona, dzieci i swój kawałek ziemi, a gdy powiesz "nie pieprz tylko działaj" to wzruszają ramionami i wygodnie na spasłych kebabami tyłkach zasiadają
bo w show-biznesie - "Sranie w banie, pierdolenie na scenie"
bo młodzi z dna oknem uciekają i żyły żyletkami rozwiązują
wiersz wojennyAutobus pochłania tlenwiersz wojenny2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
za oknem przewija się, przyspiesza, zamazuje się
i znika znajomy krajobraz
projekcja najwyższej wierności poległych żołnierzy
bóstwa pośledniej jakości nie dały dożyć chwały
Bóg - Honor - Ojczyzna
walczy w ich imię na pięć minut sławy
gdy przytyka lufę karabinu do główki drżącej młodego
krwi upuszczając hucznym strzałem niczym korek szampana
w imię Boże, między Bogiem a wiarą
i pytam wpatrzona z trwożliwym zachwytem
jak zostać patriotą lub generałem
a ekran szklanej szyby odpowiada mi raz za razem
zabijać, zabijać, zabijać
ciepłe ciała w zimną stal spowijać
być dobrym obywatelem zgodnie z przykazaniem
przyjaciół nie zabijaj, na wroga - proszę, o to karabin.
A Jesters Bestchoke And smokeA Jesters Best2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little Pet,little pieces of regret
I've never met someone
As shitty as you
You fiend, You Snake
Do You feel the sting?
The poison should be kicking your door down now
I disappear in a crowd
And I never told you my real name,Pain.
Wanderers livin' in shame, No game.
No taste for this sport.
Let me eat your brain
and see why its warped
Im gonna open that door
I wanna see whats on the otherside
and see whats got you hypnotized
suck.suck.suck.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The march of the pigs has begun;
and the downward spiral continues.
The fragile will see, the fragile will see,
Closer we come to the pretty hate machine.
Like it or not, we're in this together now.
Watch the wretched cry to the piggy in charge.
With teeth it all sinks in
everyday is exactly the same.
A broken sin, a terrible lie
now we are down in it!
Nine inch nails pierce our brains.
Nothing is right where it belongs.
Even with all the love in the world there is no perfect drug.
With a head like a hole we continue getting smaller;
without a warm place the hand that feeds stops.
We are the hurt. We are the only to break.
Watch the collector become the eraser and send us
further down the spiral
WHAT GOD WANTS HIS CHILDREN TO KNOWWHAT GOD WANTS HIS CHILDREN TO KNOW1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Now follow the example of the correct teaching I gave you, and let the faith and love of Christ Jesus be your model. You have been trusted with a wonderful treasure. Guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit, who lives within us. 2 Timothy 1:13-14 (CEV)
But there is more! Now that God has accepted us because Christ sacrificed his life's blood, we will also be kept safe from God's anger. Even when we were God's enemies, he made peace with us, because his Son died for us. Yet something even greater than friendship is ours. Now that we are at peace with God, we will be saved by the life of his Son. And in addition to everything else, we are happy because God sent our Lord Jesus Christ to make peace with us. Romans 5:9-11 (CEV)
Christ is the sacrifice that takes away our sins and the sins of all the world's people. 1 John 2:2a (CEV)
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving like a kitten. The two continue to grapple on the floor and any other time Kavinsky would love to watch but really...
"Franck." He claps his hands once. The younger man and his familiar look up at the zombie. "If you and your pet monster are done blowing each other you think you could come help us already?"
When Gaspard's friends turned into
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't expecting what he found.
"Xavier, what are you doing up here?" He pushed the door to Xavier's room open to see the shorter man standing shakily with his back to him. His shoulders were rigid and his arms were out slightly, he was trying his damnest to maintain balance. Slowly, the brunette turned to him, head moving before feet, one foot going achingly
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 273 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
Lipstick Stainslipstick stains on my coffee cupLipstick Stains1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a process of thought
as the coffee runs cold
from each sip from these poisoned cold lips
each sip hesitates
a slight procrastination
to avoid the topic of thought
to avoid the cold taste
to avoid the long nothingness of a new day
allowing my thoughts to flow out the window in to the sound of rush hour...