Music Is...What is music?Music Is...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
I Will Fight YouWhen Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.I Will Fight You7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands into them, rolling his fingers as he tested out his new boxing gloves. The man turned to Jake.
"I will fight you."
DiwaliDiwali3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
MelancholyMelancholy8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Most tiresome and scintillating pathways
Toward endlessly intoxicating lights,
Glow longingly for better days,
And the want of a nail for horseshoes rotten
With the taste of blood and the steaming scent of regret.
A purple eye and blood-stained thigh,
And something better, maybe soon.
A punctured heart and knotted veins,
And telltale signs of wishful thinking
For love in the morning, and the lights on at night.
Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,Reflection of an Anorexic4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight
Disgusting and lifeless
Without another guess
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at me
With this body battered
With blood running
Down my curled fist
Stupid mirror, you had it coming!
In dreamsWhat is in "reality"?In dreams1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Problems and mortality
Disappointment and regret
(How I've wished I could forget)
Those regrets, why should you fight them?
When it's easy to re-write them
Flee your prison, break your chains
(Your own truth is what remains)
For on the other side of True
There is a God, and s/he is you
There's no need for fear or worry
(But "reality" is blurry)
Did you dream it, did you do it?
Did you sleep when you went through it?
Does it matter, in the end?
(Do you live, or play pretend?)
In your pocket, there's a ring
Such an unimportant thing
All it takes, though, is a touch
(It's all fake, too soon, too much!)
And I wake and gasp and cry
It's so real I want to die
I go back - to calm, to peace
(to where I can find release)
And one day that ring I own
- and with that, the world I've known -
Will be left inside a drawer
(I'll be waking up no more)
In there I will live forever
All illusions, but whatever
Nothing's really as it seems
- But that's often true, in dre
One LessT i cksOne Less5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are a consistent bed partner
not to be confused with the humming of ceiling fans
or the thrumming of cardiologist fascination
not to be mistaken for
the soft exhalation
in tangled threads or pallid flesh;
certainly they are similar
and quiet audible reactions
can drown within each other
if you listen
william.dreams make him vomit.william.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart.
(and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin is the color of milk, and lightly freckled. william keeps her safe, and has made a tiny door, where he keeps her in his heart.
(he wakes up next to an empty pillow, with an empty feeling)
william writes a book in his nightmares.
she is in every chapter. her legs stretch across every page, and taunt him with sex, and things that spiders are not allowed to touch. she holds
musicaque fluya,que fluyamusica3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
el sonido de esta melodia
que suene,que fluya
el compas de esta dulce melodia
que suene,que fluya,que madure
como un buen vino chateau se madure
puesto que la musica es
puesto que como alimento ella es
que suene ,que madure, que fluya
como la dulce alimento para nuestra inspiracion
que suene ,que fluya
su nacimiento como arboles en floracion
que fluya ,que fluya
como un magnifico vino chateau
puesto que con su compas
puesto que con su compas
ella da nacimeinto a increibles canciones
ella da un breve escape a nuestras imaginaciones
como el mas dulce miel ella es
como la mas sabrosa fruta ella es
el sonido que fluye
la musica que fluye
los petalos en el viento bailan al compas
los geramios crecen y perecen en paz
las estaciones viene y van como olas del mar
es acaso nuestra provenir una simple brisa del mar
como petalos o geramios nuestra vida danza
solo como un paso de una magnifica danza
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Dark Lover of Mine Chapter 1Dark Lover of Mine Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
I felt a shiver flare up on his young neck. The cool breeze licked around us as our warmth burned between us. His touch so soft and pleasant, I had to force down a purr.
His lips felt so light and silken as they grazed mine again and again. His tossed brown hair swept up in the salted breeze framed his handsome face.
His lips hungrily sought mine as I licked his lips for more.
The water lapped at the docks at our feet, it stirred with aquamarine liquid color. The vast sky filled with colors of gold and fiery orange.
I could be so happy like this, finally my life slowed. Where I could finally find a mate, a mate that I could share life with. He didn't know my past, but his touch and lips could calm my senses from the brutality of it.
His chest so warm...until a nearby man pulled the trigger.
Crimson blood covered us instantly, screams arouse from the surrounding people. Everyone scattered like rats, but I stood my ground as the hired goon aimed to end my life next.
I grasped his neck in
Nightmare: The Only CureNightmare: The Only Cure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Only Cure
My insides burn-
Like swallowing acid
Reality slows down-
Smiling is therapeutic
Health is a virtue / Strength is torture
Alive again tomorrow / Enduring the horror
To keep on breathing
Mirrors are left sickened
Grinning back at myself
You must be enjoying this hell
Perfect possession / Muffled suffocation
Heart is racing / Sight is darkening
In these hallucinations
My skin is melting
Oh how I wish I was dreaming
Of when I finally start recovering
It's only hopeful thinking
A cure for me is a delusion
Quarantined tears / Reality's nightmare
I am beyond repair / All were well aware
A bright light shone-
Like a welcoming presence
My suffering is done-
Take away my sickness
Love Is UnfairI want to absorb your tears with my chest,Love Is Unfair4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taste the saltiness with my heart,
Leaving it to dry where it is,
And feel the warmth of you in my arms.
I took off my shirt for you to blow your nose,
So I can hear you breathe out in relief.
And it comes in such small warm gasps,
That I wish to collect them all just to keep you from the cold.
And tomorrow we are going to wake up and just be friends again.
There will be no more tears or warmth of unshed love.
So I feel I should be the one crying now,
Because I could not have loved you more.
still.one.still.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
her name is alice. there is a slight blood stain on the valley where her lips part, and her eyes are two supermassive black stars that can't show anything but hurt. she can't bring herself to look in the broken mirror puddles that are all over the ground.
(and i don't blame her)
she borrows her mother's raincoat because it smells like home. not the homes that are flooded with laundry soap or soft candles burning in the family room, but more like the paint she spilled on the carpet, or the whiskey on her father's breath.
(and sometimes, she swears she can smell her mother's sadness.)
when alice was little she remembers playing freeze tag with her mother. she remembers feeling anxious, and now she feels sick. "if daddy touches you, stay still, and don't make a sound."
StonesTake your time, intravenously;Stones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like patient stones that never try
but polish over
as other shapes pass.
Hidden Feelings 2Hidden Feelings 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for the story.
Okay the pic is up again. I hope in the future stories I wrote, you fave not only because of the picture but also enjoyed the story.
If you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) relationship, then you can forget about reading this.
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Minor]Cross-shipping (Yusei x Yami)
...Atemu....I love you....
"To think Kaiba...have been feeling this way towards me all this time but...is it a genuine love or...just a false one to make me drop my guard when we duel again?" The former Pharaoh slowly opens his eyes and stares down at the black floor.
Eversince yesterday, the day Kaiba admits something-- Something unusual to me
The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
Swish-CthunkSwish-Cthunk8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Today I went down to the Bureau of Words to trade in my autumn onomatopoeia. Usually I put it off until at least the end of November, but this year the squelch-thud of my boots in the mounds of soggy leaves brought me up sharp. I went home, gathered my dry snaps, crackles and swooshes, as well as the cheerful spthooshk of a water balloon left over from August and headed down to the department. The rain hurried down to meet my umbrella, an excellent winter sound for which I had no words. But that would soon change.
The stooped man at the front desk greeted me with a finger to his lips. "We're running the barnyard tests, so we've got to be very quiet. Get me?"
I nodded. Fortunately, the entire antechamber of the Bureau is soundproofed, so my rubber soled boots made no sound on the white carpeted floor despite leaving a great deal of mud.
"What do you have in mind for me today? I'm here for the seasonal trade-in deal."
"Well, we've got snow falling on cedars, rain dripping into a puddle o