Hell On EarthSoon I will sow seeds of HateHell On Earth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That will lead you to Hell's gate
Once I have unleashed my reign of terror
Your world will be changed forever
And when the time has come for the eve of destruction
Humankind will face it's inevitable damnation
The skies shall burn with fire
The seas shall turn to blood
And the earth will be split asunder
While mortals drown in black flood
The righteous shall fall before the wicked
Unholy demons walk the land satanic and naked
I am the Lord of All Evil who shall soon be revived
Now arise my minions and let no one survive
Sensitivity's rootsSensitivity's roots2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sensitivity’s roots catch me by the neck
Crawling till it reaches my head
Drowning me in the sea of negativity
Making me breathless
As it binds me in chains as I swim free
As if forever I was bound
Never breathing like a living corpse
Trying to do life’s ways
The key to my living soul is out of reach
It appears as sudden as it disappears
It’s called the key of free will
Sometimes it’s in the hands of the self-indulging fool
Who keeps a barricaded wall-like cage
to protect himself
To keep me from reaching it…
From time to time I break free from this
Yet sometimes it catches me
Appearing out of nowhere
Like freedom is not free without hard labor…
One EntwinedOne Entwined3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
When red is blue, And black is white
When night is day, And blind is sight
Topsy-Turvy feeds our appetites
When my mind's heavy, Mine is light
Its who we are, Not what we are
We live as one, Yet still apart
People gawk, They scream "Schizo"
They've got it wrong, We are "Schizo[s]"
And though I'm softer,
A ballet walker,
They haven't ceased their hurtful jeers
A corporate staple
They've stayed as cruel all through these years
And so it is, We've stayed the same
With the exception, Of our names
We are both separate
Yet the same
Lying here so coldSo cold.Lying here so cold8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is how you left me.
Left me here to die.
You said you loved me.
You said you'd be with me forever.
You never loved me.
Never even cared.
Even though I cared for you.
Loved you more than I loved myself.
But that wasn't enough.
Without you here.
I am nothing.
You finally got sick of lying.
Sick of my whining and crying.
You left then.
Taking my heart with you.
Taking my everything.
Now I'm lying here.
Here where you left me.
I fell in love.
But you did not.
Because of that I'll be no more.
You took my heart.
Shook my core.
No I'm lying here.
Because you left me.
I'm lying here so cold.
L o v e.I'm beautifulL o v e.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you make me beautiful.
CanadaxNaga!Reader -Pt 4-CanadaxNaga!Reader -Pt 4-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were thrown to the back of your cage for the undoubtable tenth time today. Fresh wounds bled from where they attacked when you didn't obey them. They tested you continually, forcing you through menial tasks such as running mazes.
Looking through the bars of your cage, you saw other deformed freaks of nature, making you cringe in fear. Things looked literally sewed sloppily together, freaks that could barely sustain themselves. You stuck your tongue out only to spit, the taste of death in the air overwhelming you.
Your stomach growled hungrily for food and your body longed for a break, just to sleep off. Your heart missed Matthew so desperately. In your mind, you assumed you just did something wrong by staying with Matthew. What if they had caught him? What if they hurt him? Questions like this swirled in your mind.
The door to the room opened, heels clicking against the mucky concrete of the room. "So you haven't killed her yet, have you?"
CasanovaCasanova2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the old town of Venice
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul
She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear
Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood
He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.
He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore
That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell
Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.
You think you're in love
You have to grow up"
And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart
You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight
But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...
True love.You know when love is trueTrue love.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when two people meet
for the first time
yet know every thing
is going to be fine.
The butterfly's on the way
disappeared on that day.
Not quite a blind date
seen each other before
but not like this at all.
My first sight telling
me my instincts were right.
That I was so happy
of this day
and all the planning
along the way.
We kissed for the first time
such passion I had missed
how I longed for this.
We were so at ease
eager to please.
Only having a moment
for us two
before my journey new.
Waving knowing soon
we would meet
our journey of love
one we could never
Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In each human life comes a time when he has to say goodbye to his past. You have plugged the door behind it and begin to live a new life. But not always you manage to get rid of the past.
You never know whether it will needle through a key hole or door bottom. You never know whether, like you, other people from the past have closed door from past and started a new life.
Either way, you just know that you should get rid of it as soon as possible, because your past, whatever it is, will corner you earlier or later.
Vol. 1: Roses.
It was sunny, summer day, my mother - Louise Kerington - dug in the black earth, in the garden behind the house. The clock was two per day and the sun was cooking unusually strong - for State of California, San Francisco. Outside it was about 33 degrees and I was sitting in the house at the conditioner.
I badly carry hot and usually sat at home or at the ocean swing. There blew co
Cool People SuckWhen I was a kid I wanted to be cool. Never mentioned that I liked Sci-Fi, or games, or that I played D&D because I would get excluded from the "cool crowd".Cool People Suck8 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Then I realized that cool people suck. They don't DO anything. They just pose. Then they get old and work boring jobs and talk about their money, and hang in bars and drink. They don't do anything. They make terrible friends because they are generally unhappy, and why are they unhappy?
Being cool means that you have to constantly worry about what other people think about you. Being cool means that you must be "acceptable" and do "acceptable" things.
What's worse is people who are "forced" to be cool. People get into acting or music for the fun of it, but then when they get famous they are expected to "cool" to please the popular people (the ones who had no talent and went into gossip and media) and once forced into appearing "cool" they either slowly go crazy or become self-ab
If You Know Where to LookIf You Know Where to Look4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ripped my thoughts down
Since you were never around
And I swept those memories off the shelf
Because you'd only watch me as I fell..
Still, I'll put them somewhere safe
But I always lose the ones I mean to save..
So is it safe to say,
I'm giving you away?
I didn't keep the key
It didn't mean as much to you
As it meant to me..
If you knew where to look..
But every word I always mistook
Here I thought you cared
You only disappeared
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.
CursedCursed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O sangue que flui em minhas veias foi amaldiçoado!
Amaldiçoado pela paixão, pelo desejo e pelo amor.
Meu coração agora bate num só ritmo.
É uma batida silenciosa e dolorosa,
mas eu adoro este silêncio e adoro esta dor,
pois são as únicas coisas que mantém uma criatura como eu... VIVA!
Student . Teacher His tender hands and his unsure voice,Student . Teacher11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
making sure everything is always alright.
Standing at the podium
holding the edge with force,
as if holding a woman.
Staring down at today's paper,
thinking of his wife, or
Sitting at his computer desk,
checking his e-mails,
from family, from friends,
from the school.
flushed while looking at
an embarrassing e-mail, or
a pornographic photo.
A quick glance at a student.
He notices her caressing
her curvy pink lips
with the test pencil eraser,
slightly poking it into her mouth
every now and then;
seducing him- gazing at him.
She couldn't stop watching him.
His fingers lightly tugging at his face,
his long, sleepy eyes falling into a fake sleep.
She yearned for those identities
to caress her body,
like his wife must feel...
to explore inside of her.
He travels the classroom,
pretending to check on the
eager learners, and she can't
take her eyes off his slacks.
He slips a note into her lap,
his fingertips lightly touching
the tops of h
HeartHeart3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It broke into a million pieces.
I put it back together again; it still works.
Oh... I lost a couple of pieces... But it still works.
Wait! I've lost a couple hundred pieces... But it still works
Scratch that. I lost a couple thousand pieces... But it still works
Oh dear. Nevermind. I have about ten pieces left... But it still works.
Oh no... Well, I only have one piece of this fragile thing... But it still works.
I'm giving this last piece to you. I trust you. Please don't lose it.
SupernovaShe only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean to call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods imagebelieving our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists.Supernova2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon.
And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out.
"The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names."
love-traps, spark-words"have you ever made lovelove-traps, spark-words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop a bed of roses?
she asks him.
"but i can't imagine that anything compares
to the silky smooth skin of your thighs."
and his grin,
sends her reeling
because it's midnight
and she snuck out for him
and he's lost to the lust of his fantasies.
he must be.
because they've only been dating a month,
but she's worried she's falling too fast.
she can already see herself in his eyes.
"have you ever felt the spark
of electricity through your veins?"
he asks her.
"but your dimples are constantly stopping my heart."
and her fingers,
make him dizzy
because it's noon
and he's sprawled on his back
and she's forgotten herself beneath the heat of the sun.
she must have.
because they've only been dating a year,
but he's worried he's ensnared in her trap.
he can already feel himself in her pulse.
UnderstandingUnderstanding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the small things around me
The little moments, of peace
The smile as we come to know the world;
Dead and cruel
The path we choose
So care free, nothing to loose
One step at a time
Obstacles mean nothing, all is left in sublime
Innocent born into sin
Almost like a test
To see who'll win
Like baby birds from the nest
Its a strange world
Too young, with much experience
So naive to the absurd
In each generation, we see the carnage
Butterfly kisses.Softer than a featherButterfly kisses.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when they land on you
sure to warm you
Subtle may take you
as you close your eyes.
Their name may suggests
they come from above
They don't but are
sent with love.
A softer kiss
one that makes
your heart beat
does that give you
a clue.These kisses
know only a few.
When kissed this way
above or below
they will make
Soft and subtle
they might tickle
knowing love is true
I give to you.
self destruction"i don't need you anymore."self destruction4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"why, because you're happy? you're not fucking happy. you wouldn't know happiness if it sat next to you on a train."
"what, am i hurting you? you don't know what hurt really is. you think cutting and starving and purging is pain? let me show you what pain really is, then we'll talk."
"please, no -"
"you're afraid it'll hurt too much? you have no idea. try living. see what that's really like. life is pain. living is pain. breathing is pain. sitting there in agony and doing nothing -- that's what hurt really is."
"not some petty heartache, not your day-old hunger, not your sore throat, not your bleeding arms. that's doing something -- something fucking dumb, but something -- about the pain of living. you're too scared to try, that's what you are. you're afraid."
"you need me. you need me so you can be alive, so you can stop yourself from truly living. i'm your fear control. i stop things from getting too scary for you. that's all i am to
Dirt on My Face of the RoadWalking the Moon felt good last night.Dirt on My Face of the Road9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My face drank the cool air, and I (I think) became
The dirt on the night road seemed a reflecting pool of accusations -
My Not Doings.
Tired old wash out dirt catching conflicting moon and lamp light.
I have never seen myself in the roadside dirt, and
The dirt made me happy.
Not because it was dirt and I, breathing, had been risen above it,
But because the dirt
Is, that part of me that
Saw my world for the pieces it was.
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