Fellow Llama lovers,
When life gets you down,
Share a Llama with a stranger,
don't worry there's no danger.
Llama's hold the key to happiness,
with their fuzzy hair and camel-likeness.
Their pointy ears and toothy grins,
give in to the llama's its not a sin.
You know you can't resist,
that cute little face.
Share the love for the almighty Llama.
Myself To RestI'm standing in the middle of nowhereMyself To Rest2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Such a scary place to be
Standing in the middle of nowhere
And there's really nothing here to see
Everything inside is screaming
Go and set your mama free
But I'm young and not strong so all that's left to do
Mama I'm coming home
And I'm gonna try my best
Never to let you go
To the deep, long rest
And sorry if I let go
But I won't be alone
'cause if you go
I'll put myself to rest.
Sitting by your bed for hours
I'm too scared to walk away
Sitting by your bed fro hours
Maybe that'll turn to days
And mama, I don't really care it
Goodbye, is all you say
'cause at least it's your voice..
But I was walking home
Mama I was all alone
And I ran without looking both ways
Red inside the street still shines
'cause i didn't run in time
Sorry mama, what was I thinking?
Mama, I can't come home
Sorry I tried my best...
Never to let you go
To the deep long rest
And sorry, Ma, I let go,
Hard to think I'm alone
So I tried to sh
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godThe Face At The Door2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
All AloneIt hurts, after a while. At first, you can brush it off, go about your life with no thought. But it starts to creep up, crushing your resolve the one moment you let your guard down, and take it for granted. Then you begin to hate it, but more often than not, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.All Alone2 years ago in Personal More Like This
One man had two adorable little boys, and he cared for them so much, even though they were not his own. But that love became too much, and they left him, alone and broken, without a backward glance. Now he is all alone, ridiculed and shunned, left to sit alone every night, trying to figure what he had done wrong.
Another man had many people live under his house, and though he never treated them the best, they still respected him. But soon they all left, and he could do nothing about it. Who was once a great man, powerful with many people under his control, now is alone in his grand house, to
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Come Home Soon"Did you mean it?"Come Home Soon2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Did I mean what, love?"
"When you said you weren't going to die?"
A long, tense silence follows the question as Arthur looks over at his brother carefully, brows furrowing slightly as he quickly ponders where on earth the question had come from. It must be the result of his sibling's silence for the past ten minutes, assuming the younger had been thinking during that time and not merely been half-asleep, although what may have planted a seed of doubt in the child's mind currently eludes Arthur. He analyses Peter's face carefully, although his expression is rather difficult to read at present; he doesn't look sad, despite his enquiry, but he still seems void of any of the positive energy he usually radiates so much. There's a small glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, if anything, and Arthur wonders how long it will remain there, depending on his response. The answer to the question isn't something the elder Kirkland particularly wants to give, and is uncertain of himse
WafflesSmiling, as the spears sink into yourWaffles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The excitement. The joy.
Slowly, I slice through you
So slowly, so painfully.
The rush. The power.
And then, suddenly
As if a demand from demons had told me to do it…
I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite.
SchizophreniaShh.Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
We're All The SameWe're All The SameWe're All The Same2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of us have blood,
Coursing through our veins
All of us have beating hearts,
Keeping us alive
All of us have lungs,
Allowing sweet oxygen to pour into our bodies
Made of flesh and bone, we are all human
So why does sexuality matter?
Why does it matter if Jack is dating Brendan?
Why does it matter is Lisa is getting married to Christine?
But when Mark kisses Mary... No one cares...
Love is love
Whether you love a "Brendan", a "Christine", a "Mark" or a "Mary"
It shouldn't matter
Because we are all human
We all blood coursing through our veins
We all have beating hearts
We all have lungs that allow us to breath...
And we are all the same
Sudden UrgesReach into the basket of lifeSudden Urges2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pull out a rusty knife
Run it through the fire
Burning until you tire
Take a bite of bloody essence
Breathing in the smoking incense
Drinking up the murky lies
Choking on a poisonous high
Wrap your body in a cloak of darkness
Open your sown mouth to confess
Rip the stitches one by one
Letting words flow until they're done
Your body is cold
Comprised of ice and stone
Your soul is gone already
Lacking it has made you deadly
Heart so big and bleeding
Caged and captured, never fleeing
Barbed wire wrapping round and round
A keyhole, with no key to be found
A mind full of thoughtless voices
Flinging out so many choices
See the light at the end of the tunnel
But in the end we always stumble~
Our Society's LieWhat you see out on the screenOur Society's Lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't reflect who you really are
They're telling you how to be a queen
But all you become is a broken star
'Inner beauty is just for the ugly'
I must stand as proof of this lie
Your 'friends' like the new ecstasy
While deep inside all you do is die
The way we're supposed to look is a lie
Who's opinion is it to say who we are?
As we follow, the media's noose ties
And our own reality grows much too far
We all have free will as humans, as us
So why do you let them control how you look?
Don't let it go, don't dive under the bus
Don't be proud to say you dress from a book
Whether your thin or fat or in between
Ugly, pretty or average, just plain
Keep believing who you are to yourself: a queen
Don't forget to keep hold through the media's rain
Take these words and all alike these
Hold them close and close your eyes
Believe them, keep remembering, please
Never believe our society's lies
Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeLittle Red Houses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
It's Ok To Be Like MeIt's Ok To Be Like MeIt's Ok To Be Like Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're hurting me mommy
Hurting me bad
They're saying I'm worthless
That I'm such a fag
Are they saying fact?
Is it really true?
I'm so alone in this world...
No one loves me but you...
It's because I don't like girls mommy, isn't it
Because I don't feel like they do
I like boys like I should like girls
Why do I feel the way that I do...
Does God hate me?
To make me this way...
I never did anything to him!
All I did was obey...
Maybe I should go
Go to see him
Go and ask for relief
Go get rid of my sin
But if I did that, you would miss me
I know that you would...
You're my world
With you in my life, I never could
So I think I'll continue on
I can be free
I think I'll show those bullies wrong
That it's ok to BE LIKE ME
We BurnLike candles, we burn;We Burn2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
intense, steady and slow.
And only when the dawn rises,
shall we flicker into a satiated sleep.
Then, as our smoldering forms come to rest,
we will mold together throughout the days glow.
But for now, my ardent lover,
let us melt in this most splendid of heat...
InnocenceIt was a time of love, a time of hate, the era of justice and immorality, the season of both insanity and clarity of mind. Sound familiar, don't it? Me wife used to love Dickens. Read him to me all the time, she did. That Jane what's-her-face woman, too: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a criminal who committed a crime is in want of a good hanging. Ring a bell?Innocence2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I like me literary allusions. I do, you know. Remind me of sweet Elaine. She was a messy death, but worth it. Oh boy, was she worth it. Crying and begging right up to the end. She had it coming to her, bet your arse she did, mate.
Why am I here anyway? I've already confessed. I'm a doomed son of a gun. Don't I get any last whatchamacallits? Can't I have a coldie, before I go up there and have me neck snapped back? Any beer will do I drink 'em all, so long as it's not that light crap.
Answer me, goddammit! What the bloody hell am I doing here? Kill me already. Inject me with the needle or string me up like
My Dear SisterWhy did you had to go thereMy Dear Sister1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
To a school far away from me
Why did you had to be a witch
Every time I called you a freak
I never really meant it
I was just jealous
My dear sister
Now you are gone
And I blame it on your world
You left me your kid
He has you eyes Lily
Your beautiful green eyes
And every time I look at them
I think of you
Of how happy you where to get your letter
And then I think of that Snape kid
I blame him the most
Because he took you away from me
And told you about all those things
Maybe if he wasn't the one who told us what you where
I would accept you
I really wanted you in my life
And you can't believe how much I miss you
But you are gone
You died for Harry
I'll take care of him Lily
But I also blame him
If he wasn't born
You would be safe and alive
I miss you Lily
I hope one day we will meet again
And you will forgive me