Yellow SpringYellow Spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.
Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.
Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.
While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.
The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.
Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.
The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.
In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
Flowers are a lot like usHer voice was a hushed leaf-Flowers are a lot like us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it bent in the breeze and only carried
to those who chose to hear.
"Flowers are a lot like us."
She whispered to the wind-
"The spout different shades and hues
from rosy pinks to springtime blues.
Some bloom early and some come late,
and every blossom has a seperate fate.
Some are big and some stay small,
but that's no reason not to love them all.
They can be round, pointed, or bent a bit,
and each has a certain uniqueness to it.
Every flower bends different to the wind,
some stand tall and some give in.
But you see, flowers are a lot like us.
Regardless of shape, size, color, or strength,
every flower blossoms beautifully-
as long as no one cuts it down
before it gets the chance."
Last Night's RainLast Night's Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wet roses, sick with heavy rain,
Left from last night's slumber,
Smoking the breath of new days.
Swirling crimson sun, turning
Clouds kaleidoscopic in
Burning, dark rhythm.
Let the dew drip full of weight.
A whole morning magnified,
Inverted through liquid orb.
Solidify fiery decay.
Capture the meaning absorbed
Within chaos and abstraction.
In a glistening pool of water.
Lake akin to the forest fire,
Stiller, staying lower,
Ripples investing height
Upon the next day's shower.
Sweet TragedyDo you remember that warm summer night?Sweet Tragedy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When everything felt just right.
You said "I'll be your Romeo, if you'll be my Juliet."
But you thought I'd forget.
You stole my heart and took it away
But here I am, heart cold and grey
Forgive and forget is the lesson we learn
But why not make them burn?
I took your promise to the grave
No matter how much you plead and beg
It's your time to say goodbye
But you won't be resting in the sky.
No, You won't forsake me again
Bound by more than a ball and chain
This is your eternity to savor
But, at least, we'll be together forever.
TroubleIt was dark out, around midnight, possibly later. His darker twin slept in the bed across from his. They used to share a bed, but things stared getting too violent with Dark in the same bed.Trouble2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blonde still had claw marks where they should never be. He really did wonder what the darker one dreamed about?
He wasn't in bed like he was supposed to be. He was sitting on the windowsill looking at the full moon. How he wished he was at his home staring at the night sky. But no...
He was the only human left. Everyone else was a demon and a man too. He would never live his dream of having a child, or a wife, or a family. But according to Ghirahim, they were his family.
He clenched his fists. He wanted to go home. There were countless nights he wished he would wake up to Zelda's calm soothing voice. He itched his arm just above where the cut out of the first diamond was on his glove.
His skintight clothing was really bothering him lately, (Possibly because he spent more time with it off then o
Taken .:Chapter 5:.Taken .:Chapter 5:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been a few weeks from my episode though it feels like it was only hours ago. I can still hear their taunting voices repeating like a broken record in my head. I've spent these couple of weeks pretending to be sick. I've been eating food I know will make me throw up, overheating myself, everything I can think of to keep myself from having to go back there. My mother arranged with Brenan's dad for him to come over after school and bring me my homework, and in the morning swing by to pick up the things I completed. My mother said that "even though you're sick, you have to do your school work instead of just lazing around doing nothing." It burned my skin a bit that she was making me do the work even though I was only pretending. I couldn't help but think that her reputation was more important than me, which was probably true. It's about 3:35pm and Bren will be here any minute with today's wonderful assignments for me to complete by tonight. There was a, 'knock-knock-knock' on
Drowning The Caged DoveYou used to be alive to me. Once upon a time your skin was warm and touchable. When I held you I used to be able to feel your heart beating in your chest. Now if I dare to touch your rigid body there is nothing but stony skin to brush against mine. I gave up on you.Drowning The Caged Dove4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Recollections of when we first met eat at the corners of my mind. You were as nervous as a caged dove, ashamed to fly, ashamed to sing to me, to kiss me. The last time I kissed your lips they were cold and nearly lifeless. No, not nearly, I know that now. They were lifeless. There was nothing of you left. I ran to you too late. I couldn't save you.
Your eyes are blank and staring. Not dreaming, not aspiring, not wanting, not giving. Just gone. Just nothing. Gazing forever at the black ground above you, the black ground weighing down on you. Six feet of lies and betrayal.
Love me?I'm lonely.Love me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bed is empty.
My heart is broken.
My life is shattered.
My will is broken.
Pick me up?
I'm so lonely; please, love me?
Because I love you...
Fire ChildYou told me not to go out at night,Fire Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the mangled corpse dumped at our neighbor's house.
But you know me,
And the crazy lurking behind these eyes.
You know I can't live without a little rebellion.
So build me a bonfire to dance around,
And I'll scream at the sky, crush stars beneath my feet.
Stack the branches high, let me climb to the top
And drop the match from hands soaked in gasoline.
You thought the purple haze was just a notion
In a dream-addled brain, nothing for the sane person to bother with,
And you were right!
So what does that say about us?
We lost the world before we found ourselves. (We just had to lose it all.)
It's not that we're losers ourselves;
We'll gladly tear the guts out of those who would subdue us!
It's that this world isn't ours, never was, isn't good enough.
It's that we're always out for more, ripping chunks from the universe
With teeth sharpened on a lack of remorse.
We'll ring our eyes in ash and scare the complacent from their beds.
FreezeFreeze4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No death, no sound, no life
As this rose signifies
Inside I mourn
Over a powerful feeling
My heart is torn
Come, winter frost
Do what you must
For your ice can freeze
And it endures for eternity
Among many hearts
It is better to freeze
Than to endure this pain
So blow your winds
With its cold frost
And let it stop
For this, winter is forever
Among the ice and frost
If spring comes near
And melts the snow
And the frost
Forever trapped, in the cold
Forever cold, in the frost
Until my heart gets true sun
Until my heart gets true love
SmileSmile2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nepeta, are you okay?" I ask.
"H-huh? Yeah," she replies. I can hear her sniffing quietly. I know she's trying to hide it, but I'm her moirail--I notice everything.
"Nepeta, I'm starting to get worried about you."
"Equius, you have nothing to worry about." I know she's lying.
"So how come you won't smile?"
"We're on the phone silly. You can't s33 me smile." She doesn't smile either way though.
I sigh. "I haven't seen you in a while," I comment.
"Mm-hm " she says distractedly.
"I'll be coming over in an hour, okay?"
"Mm-hm wait what??"
"See you in an hour Nepeta." I hang up and look around my room. It's messy, because of the broken robots. It's an addiction, building and breaking. I can't stop though, just like Vriska and her eight balls.
I sigh at the sight and go get ready.
I'm knocking on Nepeta's door quite strongly. It better not the door cracks a little. Okay, a bit too late now.
"Nepeta?" I call out. I hear some shuffling on the other s
Left 4 Dead: Her SalvationLeft 4 Dead: Her Salvation5 years ago in Horror More Like This
They said it would end soon...
For me I was lucky, the infection has not reached my hometown yet and has given me time to prepare for the worst. People from the south were evacuating to the north towards the Safe Zone for protection by the army. I called my brother Leo about my plan of holding out while the infection passes. He agreed and moved into my apartment with some supplies. He lives by the Airport down south from me. He never stops complaining to me how much he misses the buildings, free running the rooftops with his friends known as a Concrete Jungle Runners. Leo took free running to the extreme by duck taping his trouser legs and his hooded sweatshirt arms. Leo just told me it stops his clothes flapping and catching onto things when he runs along. Yeah right.
We were told by CEDA or also known as Civil Emergency and Defence Agency to watch the Chopper 5 News for information on the virus every night. CEDA call this deadly virus 'Green Flu
Let Me DownI live in fearLet Me Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken i n s i d e
Blinded by your lies
You expect me to give you my trust
You want me to follow you until the end
You say you will save me,
You will stay by my side forever
But all I see are empty promises
And H E A R T L E S S eyes
I can't believe in you
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesFrom an Insecure Girlfriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
It Feels Like PainJealousy...It Feels Like Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch while it destroys me.
As it wraps its hands around my throat,
my eyes are pleading...
So thrilled for you,
you and your happy ending.
Even if it means I lost my company,
and now I'm stuck here alone.
Alone in my misery.
But I wont dwell,
and I like to pretend I'm well.
So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.
I'll stand in the sand,
and write you a love-song.
I'll sing it loud
as the waves crash over me.
Saltwater disguises the crying.
And I can make you believe,
that I am not heartbroken.
Not that it matters.
in the end it's just pain.
I Love TheI love the ocean,I Love The3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the breeze,
I love the wind,
I love the trees.
I love the sun,
I love the bees,
I love the fish,
swim with the fish,
my fondest wish.
WantedEver wanted to scream "I hate you!" To the world?Wanted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever wanted to burn that big stalk of homework on your desk?
Ever wanted to hit someone for being stupid?
Ever wanted to just let it out
Then just smile and say "Oh, its fine."
When you're really thinking
Why do I have to do all the damn work again?
Ever wanted to slap some sense
Into people for being
Have you ever said "I'm ok."
When really, you're not?
Have you ever wanted to believe in lies?
Because there nicer then the truth?
Have you ever been ignored?
Because of what you believe in?
Have you ever thought the world would end?
Because you're having a bad day?
Have you ever thought of never waking up
Because you don't want to see the next day?
Have you ever wanted a friend?
uccellino.You are perfect with those eyes,uccellino.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those eyes that see the lush green
You fit perfectly in my hand,
Your soft grey feathers that seem
You are perfect in your melodies,
Your minuscule beak that
You are perfect in the sky,
I have seen you soar
Your Cielo bravado is perfect indeed,
Little bird, will you be leaving me this afternoon?
The Feeling of LoveI often wonderThe Feeling of Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I look at you
How that butterfly
Gets in my chest
Under the Japanese MapleUnder the Japanese Maple3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I walk along a quiet path; all I hear is the breeze in the leaves. The soft breeze speaks of the ending spring, and beginning summer; I look to the bright blue sky that is obscured by the leaves as I listen to the sounds of the trickling fountain and delicate Japanese maple tree.
But overall the sounds of peace is his voice calling to me, a caress in the breeze, I look to the maple tree that stands, swaying gently in the breeze, light red lush leaves waving and casting their shade. Under the shade of the tree there is a log bench, there I see him sitting, arms open wide for me.
The man who is constantly in my dreams, his hair like light milk chocolate, his skin a dusky gold, warmth exudes from his very presence. He sits there waiting for me to join him. He gazes at me, eyes a deep hazel, a quiet passion in them that speaks his feelings though he barely says a word. He stands, dressed in rugged jeans and a t-shirt, he raises his hand out for me to join him again, without a word his eyes
Summer '11Summer '114 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i cant understand what im feeling right now
i just want to cry in the rain
the tears wont stop falling from my eyes
why is this bitter-sweet pain?
Thinking of the tears make me laugh
cause the reasons were dumb
Yet thinking of the laughs
make me wonder where all these tears are coming from
I don't want to cry
i want to be strong
but seeing these tears
is probably a sign that i've been holding it in for too long
This may be goodbye
but in my heart you'll always have a place
i will never forget you
and i'll never forget your face
I try hard to stop crying
look in the mirror and fake a smile
I guess this is the price i pay
for making memories that were worthwhile.
One day for sure,
We'll meet again the future.
Thank you for the moments we shared together
Because of you,
this has been the best summer ever.
A Young Love's EndA Young Love's End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want a