GabrielGabrielGabriel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful on the outside,
Broken to the core -
Stand up, talk straight!
Don't say anymore.
He no longer prays
For he no longer cares.
Wanted or unwanted;
You'll never see him there.
The dullness of the moment
Has finally got to him.
His never-ending story
Has nowhere to begin.
And that gateway to heaven?
He's convinced he's seen it:
Claims his mind and his body
From the heart of the pit.
MichaelMichaelMichael2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the sky
On frostbitten wings,
The blissful days
When his brother would sing.
On distant lullabies
He wishes to forget.
All of his losses
Tangle in the melody
But were they worth it?
He shamelessly begs,
Not God, but the stars
For just one more chance.
But his pleas go unanswered
For he's lost all hope
In this everlasting dance.
The Softer Side of Loki Contest EntryLook into my eyes.The Softer Side of Loki Contest Entry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me, can you do it?
Can you keep the disgust
from your face?
Can you believe
of all things,
was a race.
father loves me,
don't you throw me
with a heart of
killed 80 people in two days,
still standing alone.
But make no mistake
this bleeding heart won't
'Cuz when it all winds down,
you were made to be ruled.
She Is...Her thoughts are whirling, winding,She Is...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Madness slowly, steadily, swirling.
She is a ragdoll with a face of porcelain white,
Has a little bowtie smile so contrite.
She doesn't care for the monster under the bed,
Prefers the one hiding in the closet instead.
She is a writer without ink and quill,
Her creativity is quite the bittersweet pill.
She writes in blood upon her own skin,
Trying to appease the demons within.
She is a queen with thorns in her crown,
Cobwebs hide in the folds of her gown.
She has plastic rings on each of her fingers,
Past grandeur and beauty only faintly lingers.
She is a corpse without a crypt,
Lived a life
TogetherI can see peace in your eyes,Together3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feel the love in the back of my mind.
It's all I can do to will it to last forever,
The fleeting moments when I feel there's only one heart of us together.
And as we held each other skin to skin,
Touching your delicate hand over my heart,
I wonder just how close you can feel,
Of the millions of little reasons I love you.
HellGathering darkness beckonsHell11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watch my world close in
Sliding into private hell
For some forgotten sin
Come tidal wave of sadness
Wash every hope away
Drive me to the deepest depths
Then fight to make me stay
Unworthy, lost and lonely
Crush everything I am
Hold up that silvered mirror
For this unwanted man
Show me all my brokenness
The flaws I try to hide
Highlight every failure
Steal every trace of pride
Then leave me in the blackness
Without the will to fight
Helpless sniveling coward
So lost without a light
Crying tears of loneliness
In deep depressions maze
This iron grip far stronger
Than any man made cage
Secretly TogetherBehind closed doors we fall in each other's arms,Secretly Together3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like finding consolation in trust of our dreams.
But only in evenings,
When all the thorns have been shed away.
And comes the steady glow of the moon reflecting in your eyes,
The steady warmth I can feel glowing from your skin.
However when you blink,
The world seems to waver at its brink of life.
Still nothing seems close to describing this moment of us together,
Just another of the many we will probably forget.
But like the millions of love stories left unread,
It's as beautiful as any love could be tonight.
Leading LadyLeading Lady10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars are all awake tonight
The moon looks full and bright
If I wish upon a star tonight
Will you be by my side again?
As you stand centre stage
With your Leading Lady
I stand in the background
Waiting for you to turn around, and see me
She has slender curves
Golden hair with a gentle curl
The voice of an angel
And the eyes of crystal waters
She is your Leading Lady
A place I long to be
But alas my voice will never hit her pitch
I'm not so trained
I sing what's only in my heart
Of being by your side
And singing of angels with you
You are my Angel of Music
The stars are all awake tonight
The moon looks full and bright
Building Confidence As an ArtistBuilding Confidence as an ArtistBuilding Confidence As an Artist1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
It can be difficult for a beginning artist to be confident in your skill and in yourself. Self confidence is an important part of being an artist- and indeed; a human in general. There are tons of steps you can take toward being a confident artist with all the skill and knowledge of a pro.
1: Start Simple.
starting simple can be hard for someone with big dreams but let's face it; nothing is a worse letdown than trying to start on a piece too complicated for your skill level. It may seem degrading, but trust me, no good artist got where they are without working on the basics first. the sooner you realise t
ChildChildChild8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep her safe
from screaming voices.
Protect her from
Save her from
Soothe her pain,
this poor terrified child.
Blinded by lies.
Crippled by the world.
Give her truth and choice
and a will to survive.
Give her knowledge
about the demons in this life.
Wisdom is the key
To a future of success.
Be her safe house.
Warm, kind and caring.
Das Arcane Reise - The Arrival"Goldfish." Yelled Ash as he peered over the hand of cards, trying to imitate the smirk of professional high rollers.Das Arcane Reise - The Arrival8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you even know what Goldfish stands for?" Questioned Xuan as he placed his hand down and crossed his arm.
"Okay, fine. I have no idea why they named it after a pet!" Ash responded as he dropped back into his comfortable seat and throwing his cards onto the table.
"Sirs, we have arrived in Russian air." Hector called out from the cockpit.
As the quintette looked out of the plane and what they saw took them by surprised. Russia was indeed not corrupted by The Dark. A bustling city below with people walking on the streets
T-ARA Day by DayMy embrace is a fortress to you, I am thrown away by othersT-ARA Day by Day8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love I can't see the end of that dark tunnel so I'm very afraid
Like a desert with a blazing sun, like a person crying out of thirst
Kiss me ma baby, before this night is over, hurry, to me, day by day
I miss your embrace, I guess I loved you too much
When this night passes, it'll become tears to wipe off tok tok tok^
If that silver moon sets, will it disappear Your scent that still remains?
Will the dream-like memories also scatter?
Like rain drops, far away, tok tok tok
Kiss me baby I'll must be stay here Day by Day
Whisper that you love me
Kiss me b
LA BIBLIA DE OFFICE *EXCEL*LA BIBLIA DE OFFICE *EXCEL*8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
I dont know my own strengthI dont know my own strength8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am rather shallow. I decide what i need and i bend people in order to get it. I twist and break and set their bones askew, because i think i need it. What's more I think THEY need it. That they need me. I have this urge to help, to coach but I no longer am a guideline. I force myself to be a rule. Some people need order. I try to give them something to rely on. Something strong. Something confident. I end up corrupting their thoughts. What they think they need and want aren't their desires, but mine, carved into their bone. Apparently I'm not the only one out there. Driving people away through control and order. Those things in my life i so
Contro un' Esegesi MaschilistaContro un' Esegesi Maschilista8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Nel libro "Ave Mary" di Michela Murgia (Socia onoraria del Cordinamento Teologhe Italiane) si analizza la condizione femminile alla luce sia della Bibbia, sia delle disposizioni clericali al riguardo, accumulatesi nei secoli.
Altri due libri che ho consultato sono stati "Il respiro delle donne" di Luce Irigaray (Edizioni EST, 1996-2000) (con numerosi contributi di Teologhe-Femministe-Professoresse)
e "Lacrime Amare -Cristianesimo e violenza contro le donne" di Elizabeth E.Green (Claudiana Editrice, 2000) dove si analizza anche "il cammino" delle lotte e rivendicazioni femminili.
Soprattutto in "Lacrime Amare" (a pagina 41 e successive) si
UnevenNobody is born symmetrical.Uneven8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone's eyes are a little lopsided.
You will always see the world crooked,
No matter what you do.
We Are All OneDon't judge because of your religion.We Are All One8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pencil Lead Tap. Tap.Pencil Lead8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"May I borrow a piece of lead?"
"Sure, what kind?"
I took out a piece of lead from my pencil pouch. Pinching it delicately, I handed it to you, looking only at your outstretched hand.
"Here you go."
Your eyes were blue.
Marisol SnowName: Marisol SnowMarisol Snow8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Occupation: She is a servant for the devil, but she is also part of his army.
Age: 25 in human years, but has lived in Hell 165 years.
Faction (choose one by putting an x in the box)
[_] Resident (no faction but living between the three)
Appearance: In her human form, Marisol has curly blonde hair at a medium length. It seems to be angelic, but her face has a different story to tell. Her eyes are a dark blue,and they are dull and not shiny like a living human being's would. No, she is not blind, but just the way she is. Marisol has fair skin, has it
PaRaNoIaPaRaNoIaPaRaNoIa8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This...disease..started in the blistering heat, the summer some years ago, my mind tends to forget numbers now, along with faces, so it's good that you got hold of me while I was in one of my calm states. But I must warn you, I may start to have..certain episodes of my paranoia come back after my medicine wears off, so let's get this over with quick and clean.
So it all started like this, I was at a violin rehearsal one day, I was about seventeen and my school was having a large showcase for the violin portion of the music class, and me having studied playing the violin for years they chose me above some of the rest, for only a ha
Pumpkin Scissors-PJ Ch. 23Ch. 23Pumpkin Scissors-PJ Ch. 238 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Steinenburg watched as Lord Taylor approached his carriage.
"What have you done?" the doctor demanded.
Lionel smiled. "Relax, Jason. No one died tonight that I'm aware of. You didn't really think I'd do anything inappropriate, did you?"
The doctor narrowed his gaze. "One never knows with you, my lord. You do have a history of abrupt decisions, even though you tend to think two or three moves ahead."
"That is true."
"So 901-E is all right?"
Lionel cocked his head. "All right? He's alive still in one piece but I wouldn't say he's all right."
"So you're saying his status hasn't changed, yes
A second StoryThey first appeared in 2013. Beings only madness could spawn, and only reason could bore. They looked as if ready for war, and their exitance alone is mear impossibility. The first, looked as a man, carried a spear, and was bathe in light. No one knows his name; a joke at first. He was name Serenaria later on, and he was the first of his kind to appear to a young girl. He gave the girl a tale, as she spoke to a friend on her headset. A voice intervened and confused her, her friend became static, as if possessed by the hallows of space. He gave her a story, a scenario, hence his name, and visit upon her of his choosing. A tale, nor more no lesA second Story8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
At Hogwarts - Chapter 24We were getting closer and closer towards the evening and it was just before the arrival of Arthur Weasley, Fred and I left alone our mothers, while less anxious to make the wait was teaching how to use the guitar to Fred, we were in her room ( as usual) sitting on the bed, Fred in front of me was holding a guitar, awkwardly trying to take at least a note correctlyAt Hogwarts - Chapter 248 months ago in Comedy More Like This
- In this way - I laughed posizionandogli your fingers on the right strings
- I thought he was easier - said waving his fingers, which were on the ropes, I laughed
- No catch! Put them back where they were before
- Hey, my fingers are starting to hurt, you cruciarmi perhaps