Love Has ExpiredI never thought I’d see the day where it happenedLove Has Expired3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The world should just look away in shame
They always make it sound like love makes the world go round
But they know that it’s already expired
So why do they keep trying to look for me?
This world is filled with so many liars that it’s simply unreal
But nobody cares that most of them get into power
And people only care if they take away their rights
Or if they take away something that they either need or want
That’s what the world is always like
I’m surprised that it took this long to see the truth
That the feeling love has expired by the time you’re in your teens
You think that you know what love feels like
But only because you’re getting what you want
And most of the time all you simply want is to have sex
Unleashing you into the world that is filled with desire
I bet that a lot of fathers are worried about their daughters these days
Since rape is so popular amongst the greedy bastards out ther
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
Gangnam Style Part 1 DW Fic.Chapter OneGangnam Style Part 1 DW Fic.3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Rose was sitting on the sofa reading a book and enjoying a day off from exploring and monsters. Jack, Mickey and the Ninth Doctor were elsewhere in the TARDIS while she read. Suddenly, Jack burst into the room and screamed "OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!" before he began to dance over to her. Rose dropped the book and stared at him. Jack had an Ipod strapped to his belt and he had earbuds in his ears. He was doing an exaggerated stepping dance while he crossed his arms in front of him and bobbed them up and down. He danced over to Rose and stopped.
"That was stupid, whatever it was you were doing," she said when Jack removed the earbuds.
"Oh, that's right, Gangnam Style wasn't around when you started traveling with the Doctor," Jack said.
He restarted the Gangnam Style song after he gave the Ipod to Rose. Rose listened, a huge frown on her face.
"What language is this?" she said while she listened.
"Korean," Jack said loudly.
He smiled when Rose's head began to bob up and down while s
SurvivalSurvival.Survival3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Eternal sufferingshe looks at each tombEternal suffering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she seeks the name of his first love
this man was nice and tender
he was aware of her past
he had never judged her crimes
kneeling before his grave, her hands immersed in this cursed land
she cries her sadness and her distress
I loved you, my angel
excuses me, I had not the choice
the abandonment was the only solution
Rory's NightmaresRory's nightmaresRory's Nightmares3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Or, why Rory didn't have a room in the God Complex)
Throughout their childhoods, Amelia Pond's best friend Rory Williams had the monumental task of portraying Amelia's beloved Raggedy Doctor. It was clear that Amelia's dream was to see the stars with her imaginary friend. Between them, Amelia and Rory had lots of adventures, during which Amelia would chatter happily about the adventures she'd have when her Raggedy Doctor returned.
As they grew older, Amelia's Raggedy Doctor remained with them; in Amelia's drawings, paintings and stories as well as in conversation with Rory and their friend Mels. By their early teenage years, Amelia- now defiantly 'Amy'- had given up mentioning her Raggedy Doctor to adults; they never believed her, and she'd already been to two psychiatrists because of it. But Rory- sweet, faithful, quiet Rory- always had time for more 'Raggedy Doctor' stories. And so, Amy spent hours explaining to her- probably gay- friend about how the Doctor was
BookkeeperI am a historian, a bookkeeper, a bibliophileBookkeeper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who collects memories and words,
Compiles them in sentences,
Misconstrued meanings and slamming in puzzle pieces,
I could never be patient to form a face.
Like a songbird, I can keep a tune without words,
Play it back on endless repeat,
Dial back to the ages of symphonic sound
And write it without notes,
Spell it without meaningless letters.
I build memories from glossy toned pictures
And summer breezes
And the idea of what a first snowfall really is
Or the way the ocean looks on a clear sunset
Or the feel of water on my fingertips.
Nothing is preconceived for me
And I build a foundation on unknowing,
A house which wavers and bends
And shakes during the earthquakes
But continues to stand two feet in the ground.
There are enemies in the trees and they are my ghosts,
Haunting me with fears of the past
I would sooner forget if I could
And encircling me with doubt
And a willingness to put faith in nothing.
I can't sculpt and I build every day k
EmptinessEmptiness is all I feelEmptiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lost inside this void
I call my home
Nothing fits into place
I am a lost soul
Left to wonder
This place alone
You were everything to me
You're were my rock
Someone I could lean on
Someone who I told all my secrets to
And who I trusted with my life
But then you left me
In my darkest hour
I cried out to you
But you ignored me
You just got up
From your place on the ground
And walked away
Leaving me behind
You didn't look back at me
Even as I was down on my knees
Begging for you to stay
I cried many tears
Just thinking of you
I pray every night
That you'll come back to me
But I know
I will never see you again
You've made your choice
Now I must make mine
I just can't sit around
And cry for you anymore
I have to stand up
On my own two feet
And I now have to learn
How to fight my own battles
I got too use to
always having you around
I always ran to you
So you could fix my problems for me
But now I know
That's what drove you away
In the first
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,The Pain Within3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.
You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.
Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any authorWordsmiths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
The hell of a loveshe seeks a loopholeThe hell of a love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to leave this man
that she does not love
this love was an illusion
a waking nightmare
which has destroyed her life
each day it was hell
make love was a Calvary
condemned to silence
she dreams of freedom
but leaving the hell is not an easy thing
A Tragic TaleI sit here and listen to the chattering birdsA Tragic Tale3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sweetest sound that my ears ever heard
The sun has risen to cast off nights veil
It's days like this that remind me of my tale
Heart-breaking in nature, I'll relate it to you
This tale is of tragedy, and yes, it is true
There once was a man as happy could be
He'd sing and he'd laugh most cheerfully
He was strong, he was steady and smart
He had but one woman who lay claim to his heart
To him the most beloved person, his wife
She was his everything, his meaning to life
Seemingly from nowhere, his lover fell ill
And felt deaths hand, a breath-taking chill
And try as he might he couldn't save his betrothed
He stayed by her side until he was sure she was lost
He cried every night to express his lament
He vowed never again to be happy or content
Sorrow from loss soon poisoned his life
He broke down and took his own with a knife
When they found him he had a note by his side
It read simply, "I'll love her till the day that I die."
Nothing can b
Dream StateKiss you in darknessDream State3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweet embrace of your arms
The sweet embrace of your lips
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Hooded figure in the land of heat
The meeting place of dreams I never knew
Escape and but don't say goodbye
Escape to the airport
To wake up from this beautiful dream
Realise a thought never known
Leave with a smile of an attraction
Built on longing for meetings between souls
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Don't forget that feeling of waking
NighttideThe sun is shining,Nighttide4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But I'm sitting here crying.
My heart aches like no tomorrow.
We had a fight last night,
One that ended it all,
Just because of my worry for you.
You did those sickening things, yet I stood by your side.
But you dumped me and tore out my heart at nighttide.
Am I angry? No, I'm not,
I'm just sitting here, heartbroken, distraught.
And in the 'morrow, when you come running back to me,
My father will be guarding the gates
To my heart.
No more torture, no more pain,
No more love done in absolute vain.
I'm done with the yelling, done with the fights,
I'm ending it now while I still have the rights.
So here I lay,
All broken down,
Crying to myself everytime I hear the sound,
Of the gentle crickets or of the agonizing beeps,
Of the texts you keep trying to send to me.
I don't want to listen, I don't have the time.
You've left me alone square on a dime.
I refuse to give in,
It won't happen anytime soon.
You can't hurt me anymore,
My name is Ivy June.
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,The Tears Of The Earth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.
Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.
What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
And regret on the reclamation of a pitiless place.
Bones cover the gray with scars of greed,
And I can hear the fazed sighs of sorrow,
Burst forth from the core of an eccentric Earth.
Calls condemn to curse the cries around me,
Where twilight dies to damn the dead I free.
Here but InvisibleInvisibleHere but Invisible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.
New EyesI have new eyesNew Eyes3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Things now won't be in disguise
They will be so clear
Because the truth lies
Behind my lies
I must be careful
I must be wise
For things might be different
But There won't be any surprise
Because the light in me will rise
I won't be blind
I won't be tied
To old things in me died
Don't you see what lies behind the lies?
Come & see through my eyes
Singlea pictureSingle3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
already you're way ahead of me
a fall out
a new start
a call out
I'm all out
you left my heart with no doubt
a new night
a new chick
how could I be so thick
no girl here,
with my self don't play the field
MirrorLook at the girl in the mirror, really look at her.Mirror4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that over bright smile? The way it doesn't quite reach her eyes?
She wants someone to reach out, but no one dares.
They've all seen the scars that mark her as what she is.
They run smooth and parallel, like train tracks jutting across her arm.
The fresh ones are a blood red, like the edge of her blade after she cut.
The old ones are a faint pink, like the stains on the white towel she used to clean up.
These scars are her identity. They mark her for what she is.
When she isn't in her room, she can't have her blade.
She needs the pain badly, so she has to take what she can get.
A purple rubber band snapped on her wrist, or a subtle pinch where it burns.
Though they don't add to her scars, they too mark her for what she is.
She wants to stop, oh god does she want to stop.
Her body won't let her. It sees a knife and screams "CUT!"
She hates the way it controls her, but she's too scared to say anything.
So she remains silent, and the
RealityRealityReality3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To love and life we sing
About love we write..
About life, dreams, and the light..
So let's sing..
The roads of life
Just like a ring..!
Circles and circles lay around..
Or maybe a forbidden string!
Love is a king!
Who usually wear a ring..
So how can i argue with a ruler?
I am just made of earth!
My love has a wing..
And i don't..
I am like a tree..!
I am made of earth..
To the roses i give birth..
I am winter
I am spring..
I am just made of earth!
And you are just like a dream
I'm made of reality sting!
For you i sing...
Maybe one day instead of holding leaves
I'll hold a wing!
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsPaper inked with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
Dark FeelingsI can’t stop myself from having themDark Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I try to push them out of my mind
They creep into my heart
They corrupt it
I always think, it’s not right to feel this way
Sometimes when they’re strong
They leak out of my eyes
But they always come back
These dark feelings will never leave.
SmileLike a bright ray of sunshine,Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a glowing fire,
It makes me happy.
It's a smile.
Love Bellsthe morning-bell rings,Love Bells3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and class begins,
as students stroll in.
he sits at his desk
and does his best,
to hide his interest.
she takes her seat
and wishes for the treat
when their eyes would meet.
he stands up looking down,
knowing that he'd drown
if he saw those eyes so brown.
she looks up eagerly
in hopes that he will see
the woman she could be.
he begins the repetition
that high school tuition
instills by tradition.
she pays close attention
to him, and his lesson
he widens his field of vision
so as to avoid suspicion
of his present position.
he hates this moral code
that forces him to be cold
for being too old.
she can't tell her friend--
compelled to pretend,
with no discernible end.
the last bell sounds presently,
their eyes lock helplessly,
they say goodbye breathlessly.