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When theres no one leftWhen there's no one left to love youWhen theres no one left7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll still be here
Sat here
Waiting for you
When it seems there's no one left to love you
I'll still be loving you.
Waiting till you love me too.
I know I'll never be 'theone'
I know I'll never be anything to you
It tears me to shreds
Knowing what you think of her
I just wish that you
Would think of me
How I think of you
When there's no one left to love you
I'll still be here
Sat here
Waiting for you
When it seems there's no one left to love you
I'll still be loving you.
Waiting till you love me too.
Give me a chance
Just to show you
And show myself
How much better than her
I coul
Loving AngelsLoving Angels7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are angels among us
They all come from above
Angels that bring us
Pain, suffering and love
Is it wrong to love an angel ?
Can we even dare ?
Cannot hope that
They will ever care
Not worthy of their beauty
Never to recieve any passion
They may only sometimes
Show us compassion
We all have our angels
Making our hearts beat higher
Burning in our hearts
Scorching like fire
Deep in our heart they will live
Make us face all of our fears
Walking upon shattered dreams
We walk and shed our tears
But do our angels know
Do they suspect ?
A tiny place in their hearts
Is all we ever expect
Like the air for my heart
I tell
I Write Sins Not TragediesI have told tales of my past tragedies…I Write Sins Not Tragedies7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But alas they do not make for great stories…
They're only purpose is to sadden, or to enlighten…
No one really wants to hear stories of your sorrows,
Nor do they wish to hear of mine…
So I shall tell them tales of what they want to hear,
What everyone wants to hear…
So why tell a tragedy…
When I can tell a tale of an exciting sin…
Why tell a tragedy …
When I can tell a tale of stupidity…
Why tell a tale of a tragedy…
I'll tell you why,
Because maybe my sad story,
Can keep someone else from having experience it…
Fight the Good FightTell meFight the Good Fight9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About your morals.
Tell me
About the sinners.
Tell me
What is wrong with my generation.
Tell me
why I should live in a country
where all men are not created equal
and marriage does not equal love.
Tell me
My rights.
They do that
When they arrest you,
You know.
The click of the lock
Cold steel
Binding you to your actions.
But I have done nothing wrong
Igniting Hearts.Heart initiates like an engine, churning;Igniting Hearts.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Waking from its loveless slumber,
Shaking in its skeletal beat,
Pulse agitating, ready to race again,
Dans l'attente des flames -
Ils commencent:
Twirls in the dances of fire;
It's flickering flame burns all self-control.
Mon amour, laisse toi aller...
Eyes lit up mirroring my gaze,
Reflecting the match ablaze between your fingers,
Charring up bone and flesh.
Regarde-moi brûler sous tes baisers..
Kisses ignite -
The fireworks setting off in our minds.
Thrown further into the air with every touch
Watch them propel fearless;
Flying higher and higher,
Dansant dans le ciel é
Zoe Buchwald: intro.Zoe Buchwald: intro.2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The hitwoman Zoe Sophia Buchwald has an old ancestry in Chicago. Since the Family formed in Sicily, and the German mercenary knights found purpose in guarding them, the Buchwalds have been enforcers, soldiers, and bodyguards for the Family – their silent dark wardogs. This is the lineage her father – a remote, distant man – passed onto her: a life of bloodshed, wielding the authentic Thompson submachine gun the Buchwalds have passed down since the twenties.
Their purpose is sacred: uphold the Laws that the Family has followed since its inception. Eliminate those who violate them. Maintain order among thieves. This is what she
Riftwalker - Short Snippet It was the Day of Ascending. A day for celebration, for a festival. A coming of age festival when all the cubs of Kei and Jutei's generation graduate to the final level of their training. It was the day when the cubs would receive their Hitomasu uniforms and energy sabers. Further training would teach them how to use the blades and how to hone their dreamwalking talents but for now all the cubs could think about was the festival.Riftwalker - Short Snippet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Faye's lanterns lined the houses leading to the village square where a stage had already been erected for the ceremony. Benches had already been constructed as
I Remember YouWhen I hear your nameI Remember You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness surrounds my mind
My heart starts to break
My soul begins to ache
I see your face
I start to cry
Think to myself
Why did you die?
When I think I hear your voice
I look around in hast
Then I realize it's not you
And I get a stone cold face
When I remember you
I see your face
I hear your voice
And I scream out loud
Why did you leave me?
I don't know why you left
but you left me all the same
All alone no one around
No one to keep me sane
I miss you so much
I cry all the time
Going out of my mind
The pains to sharp to deal with
I know I'll see you again
Standing There Smil
Where You End I keep GoingWe surfed in the primeWhere You End I keep Going7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fell out and then we could see
outside our round straight lines
you who try to crush the underdog
we'll bite you back and make you scream
don't make me laugh
I find you hilarious but I do not laugh
what would you say if I did?
would I care?
you live for the blurs you see and call it fun
you live for the fog you feel inside you
you live for the sake of being a dumb ass
and I live for the sake of being everything you'll never be
you sit and take it in and fade away
and I will burn strong
while you burn out
and when you're gone I will laugh
not because I am still here
but for the fact I was not stupid
GoneGone8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep thoughts
Fill up my head
Where did it go wrong
Was it something I said?
I said sorry a million times
But no matter how hard I try
I can't bring you back to me
All thats left to do is cry
You took your life
Thats when you took my heart
I knew nothing could last forever
I knew that from the start
I sometimes think I'm a fool
Maybe we shouldn't have met
Then maybe you'd still be alive
Should this I regret?
Now that you're gone
Nothing can bring you back to me
Nothing can and nothing will
Because you have set yourself free
Maybe someday I'll meet you in heaven
And everything will be ok
Everything will be back to normal
Memories of my brotherMEMORIES OF MY BROTHERMemories of my brother7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I SAT IN HIS ROOM
AND TEARS STARTED TO FALL
STING MY EYES ONE BY ONE
MY HANDS SLIDE ON HIS TREAURES
MAKING MEMORIES SLIDE IN TO MY HEAD
PROCEEDING ONE AFTER ANOTHER
SEEIN HIM IS LIKE SEEING SPRING
HIS LAUGHTER AND SMILE
COMFORTS ME ON RAINY DAYS
AND MAKES MY PROBLEMS DISAPPEAR
HIS JOKES, WARMS MY SOUL
MAKING ME LAUGH BIT BY BIT
AND MORE JOLLY
AS THESE MEMORIES COME AND GO
SO DOES HE
BUT INSIDE I NEVER WANT TO LET HIM GO
BUT SOMEDAYS HE'S HERE
AND SOMEDAYS HE'S NOT
BUT TO ME HE'S EVERYWHERE
LIKE THE SUN
OR EVEN THE SKY
HE CAN BE ANYWHERE OR ANYONE
BUT TO ME HE'S ALWAYS IN MY HEART
AND I WILL NEVER
Waiting for YouAlways wanting to move,Waiting for You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only to be held back.
To wait for you,
to fill what I lack.
Always a day closer,
always and emotion farther.
All I can think of is you,
and with eyes of fire,
all I can see is you.
Days always seem longer,
Weeks travel slower.
Slowly falling for you,
my heart only needs you.
Chained and BrokenLost in an embraceChained and Broken8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never felt
Haunting eyes that
Cause me to melt
Pursued by a dream
That will never be
Heartache chains
That no one can see
Ghostly caresses that
Tingle my spine
Whispered wooing,
A tired, old line
Tears behind smiles
And kisses and charm
Tears behind laughter
And friendship and harm
Dragged down by love
To his feet and his will
Sold slave by my heart
Until he had his fill
Mind betrayed by heart,
By body, by soul,
Pulled back into
Female's "traditional role"
Sweet sorrow in parting
Yet relieved, in a way
A chance to forget,
To start a new day
Yet here I still am
Locked to him all unknown
His li
Return to sender"Edengene Incorporated. Allysia Speaking. How may I serve you today?"Return to sender7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Hello? Yes!" came the response. "I was on hold for half a damn hour!"
"Well sir, you must appreciate that here at Edengene, the recent increases in efficiency have allowed us to reduce our complaints department staff-"
"BUT-! Right, you know what? WHATEVER. Anyway, this catgirl that I ordered arrived today. It's faulty!"
"Which order number would that be sir?"
There was a brief rustling of paper as the caller cursed his way through a sheaf of carbon paper.
"9878-GHDQF-6576874K."
"Let's see," said Allysia, typing the numbers into her terminal. "That would be the 'Min
Derpy's Secret Mail BagLetters from Derpy's Secret MailbagDerpy's Secret Mail Bag2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In all of Equestria, there's no pony quite like the Mail-pony of Ponyville. Her name is Derpy Hooves, and as the Ponyvillians say "Derpy by name, Derpy by nature." But they love her all the same, despite the mail sometimes being delivered late or to the wrong pony, because Derpy is the one pony you can tell your secrets to, and expect them to be kept.
Sometimes a pony of Ponyville needs to get something off his or her chest, but they don't want anyone to know about it. So they write it in a letter and give it to Derpy to deliver. And Derpy can tell, by the wistful look on the pony's face as they hand her
I'll be my own AtlantisMay bubbles fill your world with colour today and tomorrow, and may a million sunshining faces always rid your heart of sorrow.I'll be my own Atlantis3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your mind is strong and your heart is good, and one day you'll shine brighter than you ever thought you could.
Fated to Pretend I pretend not to know the boy next to me. He pretends not to know me either, as casual indifference is the basis of any relationship.Fated to Pretend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pretend like I've seen him for the first time. I examine his outfit from under my eyelashes. The clothes I've seen in so many surroundings, his and mine. Bedroom floors and on toilet doors. His lips, eyes. They have a lot of tales contained within them, so many he's recollected to me, and so few he's held back so I don't get bored. It's a concern of his, that I may run away. I pretend he doing the same isn't a concern of mine.
He's attractive, I not
RelativeMoney will not make you happy. Accept it and move on.Relative3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You will still feel depressed and lonely whether you're a millionaire or got enough for a weekly shop and rent every month if your human contact income has hit a wall street crash. If those kind of numbers don't add up, well. You don't have a lot left, now do you?
Make yourself happy. Have a good life with what you've been given. Learn. Shine. Inspire. Imagine. Never give up. Life is dreadfully short, and money is much more plentiful than that. After all, you could disappear from existence tomorrow, and that money in the bank will still have all the zeroes intact. Keep those best friends
Amapola As usual, the bus ride home seemed to last forever. The windows were steamed up and droplets of water snaked down the window panes as September rain hit the Dorset countryside. Theo was sat on the top deck in his customary corner seat, right at the back, his foot propped up against the chair in front. There were only seven others on the deck with him, two of which he knew, but he didn't feel like socialising today. Instead, he gazed out the window, seeing nothing, and had his iPod plugged in with Bon Jovi playing at full volume, 'One Wild Night' his favourite trackAmapola3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt VisitsINT. THE LIVING ROOMMatt Visits3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
MAREK is showing MATT into the living room and sits him down on the sofa with a smile. QUINN is sat at the dinner table in the corner reading the news paper. He looks up and nods.
QUINN
(soft/happy)
Hello there, Matt. How are you?
MATT
I'm good! Yeah...you?
Quinn just smiles and goes back to reading the paper.
Marek stands before Matt with his hands on his hips, grinning.
QUINN
(without looking up/quietly)
He's here to see Airey, Marek, not your grin.
MAREK
YO AIRICK! WHERE THE HELL YOU AT?
AIRICK
(O/S)
MAKING A CUP OF TEA LIKE YOU DEMANDED ME TO EARLIER!
MAREK
YEAH? WELL I'VE CHANGED MA MIND. GET YO AS
Space Cadets and the Zoo.Space Cadets and the ZooSpace Cadets and the Zoo.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
“It’s a cow.”
“Huh.” Lance tilted his head upside down and looked at it from the balls of his feet. “You sure?”
“Entirely.” Tony would have sighed, if not for the sign that specifically said ‘no breathing.’ Rules had only gotten stricter in zoos since the whole mass extinction thing and he was not about to spend the night inside some kind of Villard zoo with only bacteria for company.
Lance squinted at them, curious, then yanked his head back up again. “I expected them to be different. With horns or a pointy tongue or something. Mi
Insatiable - P10NOTE: (V/O) = Voice Over, as in, we are viewing a scene but hearing the voice of someone somewhere else.Insatiable - P104 years ago in Humor More Like This
INT. ROOM 6
The room is dark, curtains closed, moonlight paling against the material. It is apparent JOSHUA is asleep in bed, but the sound of a dripping tap in the bathroom makes THEO need the loo as he is already unable to sleep from so many thoughts going round his head.
Sighing heavily, he flings the covers off slightly flustered. As he puts his foot down, it lands on an up turned plug and he yells in pain! Joshua shouts and sits bolt up-right making unintelligible words, looking left and right though he probably can't see, the two
Oh...That's why...A story from the early days...Oh...That's why...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
INT. AUNTIE CHEX’S HOUSE
Le Montage: The sound of sizzling fills the quiet, early morning house. The sitting room is tidy, a vase of artsy swirling sticks in one corner, the sofas rich-red and soft looking with a green bowl of skittles in the middle of the coffee table. A slight patch of sunlight hits the carpet by the glass French Doors and the shadow of a neighbour’s cat slinks past.
The side of the stairs is heaped with different types of male shoes and one pair of boots.
Five mugs are set out by the kettle with a scattering of coffee granules on the side-board, sunlight twinkling off
NipplesNipples4 years ago in Humor More Like This
A story from the early days...
INT. A FAIRLY CLEAN LIVING ROOM
THEO and AIRICK are sat comfortably close together on the sofa. Their house is small but adequate. QUINN and MAREK are sat away in the kitchen chatting merrily with mugs of tea whilst JOSHUA is sat playing the piano, just out of sight. There is an ironing-board in the corner that is never put away and the glass backdoor is letting in weekend sunlight.
THEO
So, you’ve never had a boyfriend?
AIRICK
(mumbly)
Well, I’m still not sure I...I’m...yeah...
THEO
Aww, the bat swings both ways, eh?
AIRICK
NO! I, well, yes. I suppose. Maybe.
A scheming, devious smile
Sta.sh
