Make ItI'm ready to make it
I'm ready to get famouse
nothings going to get in my way
Im gonna get it
my face on a billbooooooard
in times square
where everyone will know my naaaaaaame
I won't stop
till I get my chance
to have everyone hear meeeeeeee
I'm gonna get there
in time square
having everyone cheer my name
having my face in the lights showing all of my fame
my heart will make mee make iiiiiit
I just hope I can take it
its been my dream in life
and I just need to make iiiiit
I know ill get the chance
to claim my fame
it's all in my fate
but i'll just have to waaaaaiiiiit
MazerunnerMazerunner2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It started off all new to me
I woke up and all I could see
was boys all around
bunched up in a crowd
I was in a new place
surrounded with walls
Only knowing my name
that was all
Confusion ran through me
all through my head
I had woke in a place
and it wasnt my bed
I hadnt known then
what I know now
that my life was changed
and the trials strated NOW
They made me run through a maze
full of these thing
wanting to kill meeeeee
making shore I didnt get to theeeeee eeeeeennnnnnd
I had to figure out maps
that showed our way out
defend all my friends
and get to help
Wicked rescued us then
gave us a bed and and a home
brought us to safety
and we aaaaaaaaalllll made it to end
Love Letter From Moon to SunDearest sun,Love Letter From Moon to Sun3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone keeps telling me that you'll just burn me, that you're too hot to handle. But I don't think I'd mind- because my world quite literally revolves around you, and I'm fine to get caught up in your orbit, even if it leads me to oblivion. We rise and fall and wax and wane, a vicious cycle of quite unrequited love, a long fatal love chase, putting an end to more days than I care to number that I could have spent with you instead, if only you would let me catch up.
I think about you every night, and I long for the days when we share a horizon- even though I'm the one rising and you're setting. It's tragic, seeing you slip away like that, in a maelstrom of color and energy, and feeling it's my fault in a way, that I can do nothing about it. Those creatures down below, they like say it's a mistake when we appear together in the sky, like two irises glaring judgementally down upon them, that it's as if I woke up too early- but secretly, I sometimes do it on purp
Falling away from youCold and chill wrap my body fast,Falling away from you3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As I sit outside thinking of the past.
The days are growing shorter,
And so is the passion for my lover.
The leaves are changing on the trees,
Everytime I talk to him I want to flee.
Halloween is close to us,
It's hard to talk to him with out making a fuss.
The summer was fun,
But I believe I'm done.
He's changed my mind too much,
To my sweater I clutch.
The smells of Autum steal my nose,
Time to push 'that door' close.
Time to focus on more important things,
Like school, grades and the fall fling.
Dreams Are For the NightDreams are friends during the nightDreams Are For the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it gets so dark outside
They're afraid and come to you
And trade their splendor for your might.
But dreams are only for the night
As they go towards all things bright.
In the day when they see light
They will leave you and take flight.
StarsIt isStars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when our eyes
I see you
reflected in your eyes
you don't feel
burning mirrors, freezing souls.ready?burning mirrors, freezing souls.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you ever stopped
to think (clearly)?
i see nothing but
burnt out memories
inside your head
and a soul so freezing
cold that refuses to
i'm the kind of demon
to scare you in your sleep
ripping apart your dreams,
feeding your nightmares.
is there anything darker
is there anything lighter
how does nothing look like?
take a look in the mirror,
you tell me.
i can see it.
it's coming out of you.
taking away small
particles of thoughts.
will you ever see again?
you've always hated mirrors,
you say they show you
your worst enemy.
is the darkness enough
to take your sight away?
then, keep burning.
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
Helloit's time for goodbyeHello3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I scream, "hello"
for every time I was silent.
you don't know how badly I ache
to change all our exchanges
into long conversations.
I stayed away but now find
we're out of time without warning.
even now I can't speak
afterall, how can you say "goodbye"
without saying "hello"?
I'll always dream of what could have been
while you'll never know.
so let this be my first and final
What Do You Think of Death?She stared at me. "I don't think of it."What Do You Think of Death?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Not at all?"
Her eyes crinkled, thin eyebrows meeting in casual thought. "Well, sometimes."
"But not often?" I needed to know.
"No. Not often. Why?" Now her eyes grew wide, eyebrows arching in provoked curiosity.
"It's not important." But, having said the words, I found that strangely, terribly, it was.
"No. I suppose not." And her eyes closed.
I couldn't take it. "But it is!"
"What is?" Annoyance had crept into her tone, her sleepy pupils turning hard.
"Death! The eternal night! The end of of us." My voice was desperate, my throat dry.
"Things end, dear. It's part of being." She looked exasperated, turning to gaze at me even as she sunk back into the bed. I was losing her, but she didn't notice. All I could think of was the future, bleak in forecast and emp
instead, instead, insteadi can't remember the last time i saw you.instead, instead, instead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead, i trace your name
along my arm:
goosebumps like braille, raw
the soft side of my wrist
you've never touched.
i know me better than i know you
and i don't know me at all.
i can't remember the last time i spoke to you.
instead, i erased your number
from my phone:
i'll miss your static, my poor
pretending to have nothing to say.
you never guessed that i was penning novels
beneath my tongue.
what i do remember is
the last time i was whole:
my hand and yours
now i'm left with splintered palms and
ghosts between my fingers.
The Lies We Tell OurselvesI'll stop pretending to be okay,The Lies We Tell Ourselves4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll stop lying to myself and accept that
I'm in total disarray. I blinded myself with
a lie saying I didn't need you.
I lied to myself when I said I can be
happy without you. For awhile it worked
exactly like a perk, it made all my pain
disappear, all my agonies unreal, but my
uncontentment reappeared. I see no color,
I see no reason, I see nothing but a void
without a proper decorum. For once I wish
that I could turn back time, relive the moments
that made me feel so alive, because all I want
to do, is live my life forever with you.
As I got lost in my memories, oh the bittersweet
sensation, your angelic smile gleaming through the
white abyss of damnation. So this would be my
last confession, to save myself from utter
humiliation. How I wish you could see the pitiful
state I'm in, oh how I wish you said "you too"
when I uttered the words "I love you".
Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
CalamityI keep expectationsCalamity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my back jean pocket
and i tuck disappointment
into the folds of my shirts
they stay with me always
while confidence makes friends
with the dust bunnies under my bed
I store empty promises
under the weight of my spine
crushed by back bone shoulder blades
turned from fragile bones to wings that will never fly
and there is always anger
hidden beneath my fingernails
flooding my lungs until I can no longer breathe
while pleasure and pride
become the lost love child
of closets and old shoe boxes
frustration sleeps in my veins
accumulating like blood clots
incompetence makes itself at home
in the spaces between bones
and happiness loses itself
in shoes that don't fit
and sweatshirts that no longer hold warmth
Faithi.Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have lost myself
in the distance between
what was and what is
trying to look towards the future
and towards the past
and instead just getting
confused about forwards and back
I must have taken
a wrong turn between
almost and already there
because this distance is
supposed to be short,
but I've been walking
for miles and miles
and my destination
is nowhere in sight
I must have the knack
for falling into pit holes in the
roads that separate the beginning
and the end
because I never seem to finish anything.
And maybe I'm just too good at quitting,
but I've walked this walk four times too many
and still, I've yet to see the end
I must have walked across
the line between black and white
too many times because
I've found myself in this strange gray area
between truth and lies
but life's too boring with only three colors
so let me leave this maze of mess ups and mistakes
let me step out of this monotone world
so I can search for the other side of the rainbow
A RefusalI don't want to be forgiven,A Refusal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I don't want to forgive you.
You are not sorry,
And neither am I.
I don't want to forgive and forget
(or be forgiven and forgotten).
I want to remember,
Remember it all,
The good and the bad,
And love you more for it.
I want to remember this moment,
Those past, and those
I hope will come.
I want to remember you
For who you are
And you for who I am,
not for who we were,
Want to be, or
I don't want the truth anymore,
Raw and sharp and intruding
Jutting out like
An unromantically broken bone-
I want lies, love, sweet lies
That wrap around us like spiderwebs
Entrapping us in oblivious oblivion-
But at least we will die
Lying next to each other,
Believing what we want to believe.
With you by my side,
I'm happy to keep believing
A life of lies.
I don't want half-formed love poems
And romantically inclined musings
Filled with ashes and whispers
And tears and 'til-death-do-us-part's,
Caution thrown and promises blown
To the wind, And the same mistakes
ImpairedI used to think,Impaired3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were an architect;
you demolished my walls,
so I would invite you in.
But maybe you were a wrecking ball;
tearing me down,
and making me small.
I imagined you an engineer;
tinkering with minuscule pieces,
until they formed a mechanism,
that fit perfectly in your hand.
Perhaps you were an open flame--
and never leaving them the same.
I believed you were a doctor;
a cardiologist of some kind--
sewing together broken pieces,
and making me whole.
But maybe you were something,
I was too blind to see;
maybe you were just a disease,
out of me...
Never Happen to You - Part 1A twin pair of headlights made their way over the well-worn set of tire tracks that ran through an empty wheat field to an old, ramshackle shed. The door to the shed was slightly ajar, as it always was. As the headlights stopped moving and turned off, an elderly woman stepped out of the car.Never Happen to You - Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was dark, and she was really too old to be driving even during the daytime, which was why she hadn't returned to Aperture in almost a year now, but she had no children to drive her, and most of her friends had either passed on or were also too old to drive.
Besides, what would she say when asked why she needed a ride to an abandoned shed? "I need to visit with the possibly homicidal computer who's both my friend and the person my mother lives inside"?
Making her way to the shed, she pushed the door open.
"Chell," GLaDOS's voice greeted her as she entered. "This is a surprise. It's been a long time. Three hundred fifty-two days and thirteen hours, in fact."
Chell gave a small smile at
Love SickSo it has been a while since we've spoken.Love Sick3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart still broken.
When I think about you my insides turn green.
Distance may have been the only vaccine.
I see that you're doing just fine,
and I'm only getting by.
I need a doctor, that might be someone new.
Sickness came by your words miscontrued.
Only been three days, not a million miles.
I wish we could reconcile.
But my heart would only break again.
It's too much for any doctor to mend.
Maybe a new doctor would do me well.
One that prescribes a bidding farewell.
A nurse that will tend to this sickness,
caused by the pain that you've inflicted.