TreeI rest beneath my favorite treeTree1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I walk through the forest.
I stare up
through the emerald leaves
And coppery branches.
Each slender twig shaped lovingly
By the hands of mother nature.
Wide stretching arms
Hold up the breath taking canopy.
Smooth brown branches hide
Under the leafy sea,
Turning to ivory when bark is pealed
From a fresh twig.
Delicate tendrils of ivy
Twine around the trunk,
Like so many green stitches
In the brown velvet
Of a lady's gown.
And, as I rise to leave, I look back,
And I see the tree.
Cloaked in it's golden shroud of sunbeams,
And I watch as it waves good-by.
ForestsLight as a featherForests2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a gentle caress
Touching my cheek
The sweet smelling breeze of wildflowers
Ever so sweet and pure
Morning dew grass
Waves in the wind
Pouring down in rays
Stand high and strong
The guardians of mysteries unknown
Rivers and trickling streams
Again, that breeze
So calm and warm.
I Miss You...i wish you were here to tell me that your proud of meI Miss You...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i wish i could see your face again
i wish you were here right now
i wish i could of said goodbye to you
''i never wanted you to leave .. i wanted you to here holding me
i miss you.. i miss your smile and i still shed a tear once in a while
and even tho its different now.. your still here somehow
my heart wont let you go and i need you to know
i miss you ... <3
Life is a WickThe candle burning downLife is a Wick3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flame that is a life
It gives a tiny stutter
A short moment of strife
But the glow keeps shining
Reaching for the sky
Until the pool of wax subsides--
The last flash is to die
Painting Flowers.I sit here in this meadowPainting Flowers.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we used to share
The flowers back then had been full of color
but now you don't care
Each day and night
I hold a paintbrush in my hand
among this foliage
that will soon probably turn to sand
I paint them to their former glory
and try to replicate those wonderful pigments
that glistened and shined
but disappeared and are now a figment
All I do is wait
for the day you will return
so the flowers will live again
but for now I just yearn
If you never come back
and the flowers never become their original hue
Please remember this:
I am still painting flowers for you...
Painting of lifeMy painting weeps colorsPainting of life5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
sorrow and happiness
dark and light
off the canvas
onto my fingers
Red and orange
like the sunset color
of a warm beating heart
Delicate fingers painted
on the canvas wall
every detail matched
with every branch and line
Blue and black
sorrow and distress
Colors of the rainbow
of the world
of the cosmos
rubies and emeralds
fall out of my eyes
from the old and new colors
Your eyes seep of wonder
I grasp your hands
the symbiotic painting of life
my lost school daysLost school daysmy lost school days6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It feels like the end
We hug and we cry,
Signing each others shirts
Numbers are swapped
Promises are made
Our friendships will last
Till the end of the day
Part of me grieves
That part of me wants
To run and just hide
Ill never look back
Cos this is my way
Its the same every time
With these lost school days
PaintingA splash of hope,Painting7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dab of color,
A swirl of laughter like no other.
A spot of faith,
A splatter of love,
A heart set free like a dove.
A dash of truth,
A blast of sun,
A page of everlasting fun.
leaving schoolLeaving Schoolleaving school7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now its time; the end of school-
Is all so very near,
And some of us already think;
'This never took a year'.
For some of us there is no reason-
To even shed a tear,
For others it's that time in life;
To lose those very dear.
There is hope for tomorrow though,
When all is said and done,
Well look back at the time we had
And all the reckless fun.
We'll realise its not over yet;
It's only just begun,
'Cause off into the future
We're all about to run.
In this school we've done it all:
We've danced, we laughed, we cried,
But now that some of us are leaving-
It feels like something died.
And out into the world we head
With courage, love and pride,
And through all of life's challenges
We're never gonna hide.
So off into the future,
We go with heads held high,
As tears run down our faces,
'Cause we said our last goodbyes.
But never be disheartened,
Friendships never die,
They'll never be forgotten-
If you just let them fly.
A paintingThe painting falls into your eyesA painting7 years ago in Other More Like This
Enveloping your conscience with its beauty
The vibrant colors of blue and red
Spring to life in your mind
With its silent aesthetic power
Alone on a wall
An impression of a perfect life
Or what it feels like
Hanging in a frame
An artist created this world
On his canvas
Led his brush across a pale void
Until he found peace in his work
Your soul has poured into the fields of amber grey
Coming to life in the perfect dawn
You have been taken by the wind in the painted sky
You find peace in this virgin tranquility
You find hope in a blend of color and life
i could seeI could see sadness in your facei could see8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a hope left, not a trace
No fire burning in your eye
Only shadows from where you'd cried
I could see you lying there
On your face a single tear
I knew you knew what we wanted to say,
I'm going to love and miss you every day.
Your are gone forever now
But ill see you again and that's my vow
Ill love you forever more
Like you loved us, down to the core
I cried and cried when you left
But where you were now was the best
I talked to you every night
Praying that you were up there and all right
I needed to know that you were safe
And now I know that you're in a better place
I miss you everyday and night
I know your still here, just out of sight.
paintingThe paint sat like the surface of a poolpainting8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You could not tell how deep it was
The canvas lay on its frame
Naked and bare no hint of what was to come
With a whim the brush broke the surface
The color was pure
It touched the canvas with its brilliance
The sound of the strokes like a purr
Only hints of the beauty showed on the top
But it formed and came into focus each revealing drop
The paint was deeper then the sea when really dug in
The canvas was glowing with more then any eye could see
Ever feature was perfect as he lovingly progress
But still something was missing from her yet
Then a tear hit paint as he stuck his face past
He smudged her cheek with a kiss that would last
FearFearFear6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fear I know I must let go of but cannot get past..
It stands in my way mocking me...
My mind telling me to move forward..
So my body tries..
And that fear holds me back..
Mocking my every waking moment...
Telling me to turn back..
So I give in. and let it control me...
Because i know no other way
To beat this fear..
And not let it hold me back
From the person I could be
Leaving'I'm moving'Leaving8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You broke it to me
The steady beats of my body
Pulsing in rhythm
To the thoughts wandering
In my unstable mind
That mean so much
And yet sympathises
In my silent room
Tears of parting sorrow
Trickle down my chest
Spreading the pain
I refuse to believe
Believe all that I
Hear and all
That I see
My head shakes
Blocking out all that
Hoping, for the first time
That you're not telling me
The truth, you're leaving...
Hold My HandNobody gets it,Hold My Hand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one understands.
Nobody knows how much,
I just need someone to hold my hand.
Theres something comforting,
About fingers interlaced.
As though the world is perfect,
No worries in your way.
The warmth of someone elses hand in yours,
Keeping away the cold.
Holding on tight,
So theyll never have to let you go.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
Wanting someones hand to hold.
Knowing if I had them,
The tears would freeze and go.
Oh, is there anyone out there,
Anyone at all?
Anyone who would love me,
And just hold my hand?
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.How To Write Yaoi4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w
Love song museA man steps into an open space at dawn, and pauses, reflectingLove song muse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then, lifting his eyes, he gazes out toward the East
While reaching for a parchment, which he places before him
And waits for an song, unsung, to come from some inner place
Soon, on a gentle breeze, comes the sweet whisper of a woman's wisdom
A soft Northern wind caresses his ear, as she speaks wondrous things
Her words ebb and flow through his mind, mingling with his own
Forming meaning within the inner places, which is then spoken
Words and shapes tumble forth, like a dream realized, onto the parchment
The page is darkened, written, forming the sweetest of love songs
Until, having sung the songs of old in a new way, he stops
Waits a moment, thoughtful, mindful, wondering, caring
Now turning to face the North, he sees inwardly that distant place
And another thought transfixes him, of passion pure and absolute delight
So he opens his mouth again, and the new thought takes form, going forth
Crossing an aeon in just a moment
Broken DreamsWelcome to my Hall,Broken Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Hall of Broken Dreams
Unfinished Tapestries far as the hands can see,
Threads slowly unweaving,
Can you feel the Haunted eyes?
The eyes of paintings long ago started,
Staring down a Hall unpainted,
Bleak half finished faces
Wishing to shout their tales of Joy.
The Lavender scents curling
From Flower pots long dead
The smells of sweet memories,
Laughing coldly at me.
But the worst one that I see,
It's a picture,
Once of him and me,
Ripped into shreds,
Dreams we made won't live again.
So here I stand,
A Broken Marionette,
Welcoming you to my Hall of Broken Dreams
Painting flowersDo you remember that field?Painting flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one we'd sit in for hours?
It's dead now,
And so are you.
I haven't come to terms with it yet.
Sure, I can say it,
But it's kinda a joke to me,
Even though I know it shouldn't be.
Do you remember our plan?
In the winter to put fake flowers there?
And watch the passing car,
And joke how confused they'd be.
Well, I'm making a new plan.
I'm planting fake flowers in that field.
All white roses but one,
A single red one hidden among the rest.
I'll write what happen,
And bury it under the red one.
Then, I'll start painting the white roses red.
Every day until I've forgotten what one started red.
And maybe I'll forget the bad too,
And remember the good.
I'll stop blaming myself,
And live the life you wanted me to.
I started a month after you left,
Painting the roses red.
But to this day,
I'm still painting flowers for you.
LeavingThe past three years of our livesLeaving3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are most memorable by far
We've all had lots of chances
To shine out and be a star
Some of the best friends
I'm sure we'll ever meet
Have came from this middle school
That we're about to leave
We're going off to high school
A jungle in its own
But I'm sure we'll be prepared
With all the lessons we've been shown
Eighth grade, No need to worry
You know we'll be all right
We sure will miss our crazy teachers
Those who make Cranberry a delight
The memories we've had here
The good ones, and the bad
We'll look back on someday
And be happy, but also sad
We'll miss you, but we're ready
For whatever high school brings
Cranberry, we'll still love you
But we're moving on to bigger things
EventuallyThe flowers ageEventually4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And friendships end
And time goes on
And on again
With every day
The days get longer
But this feeling's
I need you here
To hold me tight
To make me safe
And keep me sane
Just Another DayJust Another DayJust Another Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just another morning,
The start of a new day,
You woke up,
That this wasnt just any other day;
But when it ends,
Its just another grain of sand,
Falling to the bottom of an hourglass,
Lost amid other days
Its the last day,
And youll miss the others,
Those other days.
Everyone is happy,
With true feeling;
They are in bliss.
To get away,
To spread your wings,
Some part of you,
A small part,
Wishes to stay.
Passing by so fast,
Like a dream,
A strange, hazy dream;
And find that you are
Someone else, someplace else,
A slight breeze,
Blows across your face;
Upon the earth,
The sun shines.
One last time,
You see it all go,
Shrink and fade into the distance.
The Vicar ManThe Vicar ManThe Vicar Man5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life does not end,
God has angels to send,
Jesus was love divine,
Neighbour whats yours is mine.
Empty promises of a vicar man,
Trying to spread a loving hand.
Could he really save our souls?
And leave us with no empty holes,
Words are all the vicar man preaches,
Deaf are the ears to those it reaches.
The empty hopes of a vicar man,
Saving the souls that no man can.
I often wonder if he can see,
How beautiful the world can be,
Does he see a world of hate?
And actions merely whims of fate?
The empty eyes of a vicar man,
Seeing the lies of this broken land.
Do you think he sits and cries?
And asks the Lord his reasons why,
Does he see sin black as night,
Or goodness that is shinning bright?
I wonder what the vicar man sees,
Or are these just his broken dreams.
My God is bright and full of colour,
He inspires me with might wonder,
And when at times I let him down,
Forgiveness not an empty frown.
Is this the God of the vic