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 translation3 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
Text Message We can be alone, together.Text Message3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone, together, forever.
We can face this world together.
Hand in hand, open minded and open hearted...
As a team, we could take down anything.
Conquer the problems that challenge us,
And save the victims of life's cruel reality.
I think we could make it out there.
I'm sure of it, I'll have your back,
And you could have mine.
We'll protect each other from harm.
Forever and always.
A Young Love's EndA Young Love's End3 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
WantedEver wanted to scream "I hate you!" To the world?Wanted4 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?
Heartbreak Heartbreak......Heartbreak4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That sharp pain in your heart, tears begin to flow....Its unbearable, crying out in pain you ask for relief and when it doesn't come you lie down to sleep.....The once strong and resilient heart begins to beat slower....Life begins to fade....You fall asleep and don't wake up.....And when loved ones see the tragic event....They feel the pain....The process repeats....
Heartbreak, silent and painful....Yet spreads like a virus....
Falling ApartTorn apart, worn to shreds,Falling Apart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will this sadness ever end?
Betrayal starts, friendships cease,
Can we ever make the peace?
Cheating and lies, a fake disguise,
Never look them in the eyes.
'Cuz we've all just fallen apart now.
Only the weak links remain,
Left in a cesspool of pain.
Left out to burn in the fire,
Taken from our true desire.
Will their promises stay,
To come back and save us someday?
'Cuz we've all just fallen apart now.
So lost in my own confusion,
Mixed in another's delusion.
Praying, pleading, for a way out,
Yelling, screaming, trying to shout.
The pain is deep, our memories keep,
Old moments lain silently down in a heap.
But things are just falling apart now.
I need to trust in my own heart,
But things are all just falling apart.
What used to be, will never again.
Is this the end? Or are we still friends?
'Cuz we are all fallen apart now.
EphemeralEphemeral3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The moment blossoms.
As rapidly it will fade,
its petals decayed.
The moment always returns
with the ever turning wheel.
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
History of a Broken HeartI'd be a card houseHistory of a Broken Heart1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'd be a front line soldier
I'd do anything just to hold you
I'd be your coat
I'd be an umbrella
while your busy warming up
on some other fella
So I..I guess that's just me
I keep repeating
keep repeating history
my heart must have a disease
I keep repeating
Love is an art
that I keep practicing
say "it'll get better in time"
you suck at acting
i know the brushstrokes by now
the intricate rythem
sound a heartbeat makes
when it's broken
hear the jagged edges
click clack cracking
flake into my paint pallet
i, i guess it's just me
i keep repeating history
Like an angel
you were there
but your lips
were a snare
lethal to me
And yet I keep repeating
my heart must have a disease
I keep repeating
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Bookworm.I observed you in your concentrationBookworm.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers following spines lips murmuring titles
Before making your selection (or two... or three…)
And then with paper treasures in hand
You folded like living origami
Curling down and in on yourself
Into your favoured chair for hours
Hot tea slowly growing colder
With the world beyond the front and back covers
No longer existing.
Monochrome Dream EaterA lone girl stared out her window late one night, hugging herself tightly. A lamp lit up her room, despite the fact that it was well after midnight. She wished she could sleep, but she couldn't. She shuddered, recalling her horrifying nightmare of a young blonde girl sawing off her arms.Monochrome Dream Eater4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She whipped around. Standing in her bedroom was what looked like a teenage blonde boy. He wore unusual clothes and carried a white cane.
"W-Who are you?" She stammered. "H-How are you in my room?"
He didn't reply. Instead, he walked over and gently cupped a hand under her chin. "Did you have a nightmare?"
The girl's eyes widened. "H-How did you ?"
He smiled, showing off perfectly white teeth. "Shall I cast a spell on you, my lady?"
"A-A spell?" She asked fearfully.
He removed his hand from her chin. "Let's make a contract. I'll eat your dreams-"
"Eat my dreams?"
"Yes. Eat your dreams. I am a dream eater. Anyways, I will eat your dreams. No more nightmares. However, I must ask your p
Old Broken Heart, Pt. IIAs it turns out, the next time 250 ends up in the hospital, there's no relationship upgrade.Old Broken Heart, Pt. II3 years ago in Drama More Like This
They all agree to skip the formalities and jump straight to the burial. Irene and Britney were essentially the only family he had left, and Thomas the only friend. There would be no one to offer condolences or send flowers or file past the casket. No need to compound their suffering with a few painful eulogies to an empty room.
And so the graveside service is a small affair, closed casket. It's not that the second heart attack left physical trauma; honestly, 300 just couldn't bear to look at him, and at some point Irene and Britney had quietly ceded all control in the decision-making process.
It is, of course, sunny -- a mild 72 degrees Fahrenheit, complete with oblivious songbirds trilling in the oak trees tastefully scattered throughout the cemetery. 300 stands by the headstone, a shiny black hunk of granite paid for by the Agency, and stares unseeing at the edge of the pit. His hands are cla
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...It Was Never You...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
My Hero - America x CanadaAuthor's note: So this is a fill I did for someone at the hetalia kink meme ^^ It was such a cute request X3My Hero - America x Canada6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
Matthew had no idea why his brother enjoyed watching movies that made him shit his pants. Honestly, the smart thing would be to NOT watch the movies. And to also tell his Hollywood directors to ease up on the horror. But NO, Matt had to remember that Alfred was a self-proclaimed hero. He thrived on scary and dangerous stuff because, in his mind, it made him stronger.
As Matt inserted the DVD into the player on the wide screen television, he rolled his eyes as he saw his brother trembling on the couch, holding a blanket up to his eyes. We dont have to watch this, Al, he grumbled.
The other shook his head. No way, I have to watch this! Im the hero!
Sure, sure. Now move over, Mr. Hero, and stop hogging the blanket, eh?
Alfred pouted, but continued shaking. Matthew sighed heav
Past the Mask and WithinPast the Mask and Within4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere lurking in my darkest dreams
His spririt walks the earth;
An angel with no wings.
His soul can light the day
Yet his intentions are still bold.
When I look into his eyes
I see pain and a broken heart.
Though I know he means no harm
Do I have the courage to trust?
For what shall become of me then?
Beyond the midnight's fog of my mind
I hear his voice; soft as velvet.
He haunts me with his presence,
Turning me to temptatious fantasies
Past the point of no return.
But, his touch is so gentle
How could I refuse?
He cradles my heart in his hands
For his love is neverending
Once you have seen past the mask
Wimpification250 was slouched on the sofa, absently channel surfing. 300 read a book, his feet kicked up in 250's lap. Suddenly, God spake unto them.Wimpification3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Guys!" His voice reverberated from the ceiling. "Guys, I just found out we've been doing this all wrong."
300 looked up from his book, brow furrowing in confusion. "What in the world?"
250, who had already glanced upward at the first 'guys,' flicked wide eyes back to his partner. "Wait, you mean you can hear God too?"
300 double-taked at the American. "You mean you can talk to God?"
God's voice boomed down at them. "Guys, focus!" The agents snapped to attention, staring at their ceiling in confusion. Satisfied, God continued in a normal register, "I was checking up on the latest trends, you know, and I found out that I kind of messed up with you two."
250's expression bordered on panic. " 'Messed up'? What do you mean, 'messed up'?"
Meanwhile, 300 gazed flatly at the ceiling. "If He's about to break us up, I swear, being God will not protect him."