Love's sad songCold were the notes the violin did playLove's sad song5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day her lover had slipped away
Heavy the weight of her sagging grief
She knew would linger with little relief.
Memories sang her a bitter song,
A lingering chord, with notes so long.
Tears squeezed out from gravelled eye,
The whispering chill of a shivered sigh.
Wondering now which path to choose
To flee, and from the grief to lose
Or live with drum roll in her breast
Thoughts once shared would give no rest.
The girl she loved had gone away
With few words from her lips to say
Except goodbye, and do take care
But nothing in her soul did bare
Her love unsung, an empty thing
Mutual love it failed to bring
Oh dear God, was this so wrong
To love a girl, to sing love's song?
Stone ColdI hold a cold stone in hand,Stone Cold4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ready for execution.
Eyes set upon the target,
Because I see no other resolution.
I stretch my arm backward,
Ready to launch the unforgiving weight.
As I pray to God I don't miss
While the other half of me whispers, "Wait."
But time winds down,
So I thrust it forward and the mirror shatters.
I am finally free from myself.
And that's the only thing that matters.
Fallen AngelWhen I finally hit the floorFallen Angel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll crawl away blood-stained,
and know that these wings have failed me.
OhFingers in front ofOh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.
Taste Of Heaven(2/19/2011)Taste Of Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ugh, I don't want that devil's food cake.
No more of that junk food.
I want the good stuff,
the REAL Good stuff,
the kind that only comes from heaven.
I got me a taste of heaven;
I tasted a cake
made with real Love, all natural.
It's no secret ingredient,
only the best.
Wanna know where I got a cake so good?
I ordered it from heaven's hotline,
and it came right on time.
It ain't shipped in a box labeled "fragile".
No. It's a special delivery from the Lord Himself.
I quit that ol' devil's danger diet
and I signed up for
the holy health plan,
where eternal life tastes oh-so-sweet.
I lost all that weight on my shoulders.
It comes with a sampling of bread
and a side of wine
that is oh-so-divine.
Since then I've been eating at Christ's Cafe.
It's an all-you-can-eat buffet,
all for free;
the Manager paid for me in full.
His name is Jesus, I recommend Him.
Their food is SO Good,
I had to get myself a copy of t
In Memoriam - MariSilver wired windows riddle the webbingIn Memoriam - Mari4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of some crafty fiend above me, sinking,
On his furled bedmate drinking, drinking;
The crawling sea beneath me is ebbing.
You could hear the waking birds chirrup
To the bustling hefty storm just outside,
Jolting their nests where they reside
As if to be asking, "What's all the stir up?"
Now, most of the curling clouds are gone,
And Heaven's spears gave Earth its blood;
Low on the ears, easing up around dawn,
The very last bolt reverberates to a thud...
My wandering memories so often dwell,
Firmly grasping to the Stave of Hope,
Though now she's not within my scope,
I can never endure the hardest farewell.
Vapid are the halls without a sound,
Vapid now as to fill a vagrant soul,
And through that dusty fixture's bowl
The twitchy light eyeballing the ground.
And a one-one, two, one-one, two...
Rhythm of knocking past wooden bars
Fades down the line of aged boudoirs;
Sad drones within on walls to lean to.
Peering, folded, distantly grotesqu
MaybeYou've invaded my mind,Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't get you out;
you're like a tune that never stops
never stops never stops
too addictive to forget -
and I feel guilty,
mortified of you finding out
you've invaded my mind,
invaded my dreams,
night and day
a strange new rhythm
gracing my steps -
though you don't even know
what you've done to me.
Now I'm afraid
of you speaking to me,
yet just as afraid
I feel pain for no reason,
I feel joy for no reason,
I feel nervous,
afraid of you caring,
afraid of you not caring,
afraid of you and of myself,
and yet wishing
that this were not only in my head
a tune repeating without end,
but a song we were both dancing to -
Sloggin' Down Fame StreetUntil we pay our life’s debts through certain loss,Sloggin' Down Fame Street3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People never listen to, revere nor quote the living.
Instead, so long the tired horse can feel the given
Whiplashes of criticism and cruel physical scrutiny,
People will persist to assault you with their chaos.
They think famous is so cool and they are wrong.
Your life becomes enslaved to a deal: Hush! hush!
Then there is no hand to help you out of the slush,
And once you’re in today’s entertainment industry
You find yourself in walls where you don’t belong.
When I was clad in worn muscle shirts,
Frayed pants and torn leather boots,
And my wishes were all just moots,
Dust mites and nothing more wanted me,
All of me, dirt-flecked skin and paint spurts.
Now my wallet is breeding Benjamins,
So many they're peons in my pockets
Doing all the talking without a fight,
Untouched by Uncle Sam the Termite,
And life thus far, hah, it's been jamin'!
It's happening now; it's no fiction, it's real:
Alone. She is aloneAlone.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always has been,
& always would be
If not for the words.
They whisper to her
in the darkness
And tickle the hair
of her neck
& footprints in her heart.
They tell her to run,
& like the pages of a book,
she is closed.
But written on pages
& in books
and stories will find a way to be told.
So she writes,
about ink stains,
& the colors on the water
that fall from her eyes.
Words you can't say.Words you can't say.4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Words you can't say.
You don't want to say.
Nobody will ever say those lines.
Burned in your head like the thorn on a rose.
So I will write it.
Because that's what I can.
Shit. Censorship is fucking overrated.
I feel really bad right now.
Just like the thorn on the rose.
Ah, fuck it.
Nobody cares about the thorns.
BullyingBullyingBullying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it happens every day as ya know
at school, in the circle of friends,
on the work and in the office either
of course, insulters circle excepted
bullying is on the rise
like the rise of the nones
and faced by many people like you
they come from all walks of life,
races, genders, cultures and ages
so angst-riven, panic-stricken, spine-chilling,
pain-ridden and, of course, empty-handed
nightmarish all night long
from day to day down to the present day
you went into a deep depression
assailed by fear and dark thoughts
you try to settle down the silence
you try to fall asleep, bothered of awakening
you wish to have a good cry on somebody's shoulder
envy, higher education, other appearance
a handicap - physical or mental?
a weirdo, a nerd, a geek or whatever
a talent, a smother-love
delicacy of feelings
love to the reading or writing
avoidance of vulgar language
higher values and standards
for a glass-looking view
a bigger vocabulary in your head
you dress differently or you're painf
Lying AwakeAs dawn draws closerLying Awake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyelids grow heavy
A yawn ensures
Dry eyes turn teary
Bloody-shot and wide
Tired and weary
Yearning for the sandman's
Entire sand query
Slowly but surely
Strewn and unruly
Drained yet conscious
Down but not out
"Who needs sleep?!"
Sounds a defiant tout
Wishing for dreams
Of heaven, of bliss
Of some sweet kiss
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
TwoProsper grumpily banged his feet against the solid wood of the examination table he was sitting atop. He knew his mother was ignoring him, and, even worse, not even bothering to hide it, sitting across the room reading one of the many magazines that where piled on the small tables. He hated going to the doctor. Dr. Knowles always ruffled his hair too hard and talked too loud. If he told Prosper that he had to get a shot he was going to run for it. Stubbornly continuing to glare at his oblivious mother, he clenched his fingers around the edges of the table and waited for the stupid doctor to come in.Two5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, when the door finally did open, instead of seeing the large, obnoxious, slightly balding old man that he had come to expect, he was faced with- unexpectedly- the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with long brown hair and a pretty face.
"Hey there, Prosper," she said with a smile that lit up her face, "I'm Jane. Dr. Knowles is on vacation right now, so I'm going to be helping y
a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teetha hundred heart beats6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
DarknessTell me a story of darkness," the sun asked the moon, but the moon just smiled and shook his head.Darkness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is no real darkness," the moon replied. It's really just the absence of light."
The sun was confused. Isn't that what darkness is all about?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Again the moon smiled. Indeed it is. But darkness is an illusion. It doesn't exist."
I'm quite sure it does," the sun said and she seemed very certain. "Everybody is always talking about darkness."
The moon nodded understandingly. Oh, but they talk about a lot of things, don't they? Let me ask you this: Have you ever actually seen darkness?"
The sun went quiet for a moment. She looked down upon the earth in deep contemplation, thinking about what the moon had said, and eventually she had to admit: No, I haven't."
The moon nodded. See. That's what I'm talking about. It doesn't actually exist. Darkness may seem big and scary at times, but it's really
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
Here, I will beHere, I will be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
7 things about sexA recent survey has shown that there are 7 kinds of sex.7 things about sex5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex.
* This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.
The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so needy you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.
The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.
The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you."
The 5t h kind of sex is called: Religious Sex.
* Which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. (Very Popular)
The 6th kind is called Courtroom Sex.
* This is when you cannot stand your wife any more. She takes you to co
Memories From YesterdayMemories from yesterdayMemories From Yesterday3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Came to haunt me today
The tears I spill tonight
I hope they will quickly end
I'm blessed with this curse
I can't forget who you are
And at times that make me hurt
For every stab I've felt
I know they're mostly from you
From yesterday all the dreams
They come to haunt me today
I need somebody someone
To hold me tonight when I realize this pain
I'm blessed with these memories
I'm bless with this hurt
For every step that I make
I know you won't be there
On my way
All this came from yesterday
And I know it sounds like dirty
But this is my life
And I hate it so much
TogetherLet's fall apart togetherTogether4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's die together
Falling apart at the seams
This all seems to be a dream
I can't help but think
That this all happened in a blink
There's only dread
I want to leave
But you wont believe
The future is bleak
I've already reached my peak.
If I died
Would you cry?
Let's fall apart together
Let's die together
With each other
We can die together.