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:thumb332867866: The queen of sins by Asthenot You'll never know how I feel by AnnaArmona The Sword and the Harp by Gold-Seven
Letting go...You let me go...Letting go...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you let me go?
Because I feel the cold wind
dancing this way.
Did you let me go?
because your voice
don't caress my ears,
and I feel the transit
in my face of sad tears.
Like a balloon in the hands
of a child, that he truly likes
and is really exciting
but at some point he lets it go,
floating up, floating up,
he looks at it now, with tears in his eyes
he wishes he did not let it go
but thankfully his sadness last so little,
as he finds comfort somewhere else.
I float now upward in despair
and wishing a thousand parties
in your name, a happy stay and pretty smiles.
As I disappear into thin air
wishing you more than ever
wishing, no more tears in your face.
Wishing that you are happy over there.
How beautiful it is to be child-like
and enjoy the day as it comes,
sometimes crying for the sad little things
but quickly finding a smile to give,
Not holding on too tight,
more like dream hopping,
knowing that no matter
My Lady GreensleevesMy Lady Greensleeves3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England walked up the stairs to the second floor, his carefully timed footsteps making as little noise as possible on the wood that lay beneath the carpet. When Arthur rounded the corner, he expected to see his bedroom door closed, the ancient chipping white paint on the door frames, everything like it always was. What the European nation did not expect to see was the huddled figure in front of Rebecca's bedroom door. At first he thought it was the young brunette, but she wasn't home yet from school; he would've seen her multicolored messenger bag on the couch in the front room. He recognized the person at once; the moment he saw the head of shoulder length sandy blond hair that was kissed with natural highlights, he knew at once that it was Tessa. Arthur smiled and opened his mouth to utter a greeting, but he stopped when he noticed the unusual atmosphere that hung around the girl. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and her head was sitting in them
Chains of freedom chains of freedom,Chains of freedom 5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for it is true, that every thing
bares a tag and with it, a price.
Life itself comes from an exchange,
and equally a ransom for it, was paid.
I'll now buy the wings that I lost,
once upon a time.
I drink from the chalice of knowledge,
but I'll pay for it with my life,
for as you see every thing has a price.
What is your wager?
And I'll bargain with your masters,
for your freedom and I will not keep you,
your debt to me is a promise.
A journey you must take,
it will only be as far as you need it to be,
You must travel deep inside yourself
and get to know... You,
the you that was meant to be,
You must learn that freedom merely
starts once your chains are broken,
the ignorance of self is indeed the
My reward will be to see you shine,
once you do, you would have reward me
the ultimate price.
Seeing upon an once oppressed face
a ray of sunshine
diary of Anne frank responseThis diary proved that anyone, even a thirteen year old girl, can overcome a situation such as this one. She overcame the Holocaust that deserves a couple of cheers. Anne Frank the Diary of a Young Girl is inspiring with a dash of charming ideas that somehow still makes streams of tears fill eyes of millions. Why? Because after all the horrid things that happened to her she never lost hope. Now thats amazing.diary of Anne frank response7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Anne was so clearly unhappy and that was because she was taken out of her environment and disliked The Annexe from the beginning. She had to have her mouth on lock down and stay inside the secret annexe because of a man named Hitler. I dont think I shall ever really feel at home in this home.( pg 17 ) This sentence that was pulled out of the book proves she disliked The Annexe to start off with.
Fortunately her idea of the temporary home was slowly roasted into a certain liking of
Choosing your path...From the pain and the suffering endured in one's early life,Choosing your path...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
one day if you search for the deeper understanding of yourself
you will realize, it was the necessary key to open the doors of empathy,
the doors of love for yourself, for your brothers, sisters and life itself.
The eye opening experience that puts you in contact
with your greater self and provides a bridge to more fulfilling experiences.
It is important to remember that once the door is open
it will remain the same if you so desire it and the light will never cease to shine,
so there is no need for the figurative key, from suffering any longer,
you must now let go of it, as an act and expression of understanding and forgiveness
to those whom you feel wronged by, holding on to the negative energy will only cause you harm
and more suffering.
So remember the door is now open and the price
was waged in blood and tears,
it is now your opportunity to chose:
Forgiveness and light,
or resentment and dark...
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on
Journey of a Coin.Penny's life started just like every other coin's long life: having been melted, flattened, punched and inscribed, she was finally born into the world in 1971. Along with her 1,521,666,250 sisters, Penny was introduced to a new life of travels and adventures and hardships, beginning in the bottom of a Tesco cash drawer.Journey of a Coin.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was lonely there, certainly not one of the high points of her existence: none of the other pennies were particularly verbose and the majority of them were dull, rusted and squalid. However, as one of the newest coins on top of the heap, Penny didn't have to stay there long.
On her first day on the job, she found a new home in the hands of a four-year old boy: his hands were sticky and grubby and soon both of Penny's shiny faces were thick with a mixture of soil, saliva and sugar. It was almost a relief when he set her on the counter in his kitchen, but when the child's mother came into the room and beat him violently for taking ten pence from the coin tin, Penny wish
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
Every day is a perfect day for a new beginning.I leave the bar at a quarter to three,Every day is a perfect day for a new beginning.6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know that, this place holds no future for me,
but I don't have a place to go,
this is the only life I know.
I had never seen eyes that look at me as you do,
there is no judgment when you see me walk around or dance,
There is no lust in your eyes,
when you take the drink from my hands,
I feel underdressed when you enter this place,
I wonder what you are thinking,
you say I should go, start a better life
but I would not know where to start.
Every night I lay on my bed, alone...
wondering how my life got this way,
I can not honestly remember,
it seems as if I have always lived like this.
It was perhaps... I was told, I was not smart enough,
many, many times yet my beauty no one questioned,
perhaps it was the drinking,
yes! I believe that was the last drop,
losing the baby it's why it all started, down spiraling in my life.
The father was a bad, terrible man,
that I still fear even after his death,
he purchased me from
Last StopsLast Stops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she wanted to be called Ida, had found her chatter. “Oh, I
Sleepless night and vigilant wait...Sleepless nightsSleepless night and vigilant wait...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and vigilant wait,
wondering how is it
that it got this way...
Children now cry in terror
because we have forsake them,
we are less and less being able
to protect them,
And I cry to the skies
searching for a world without
all these mind pollutions.
Men grow large in insensitivity
leaving the little ones
without love or security.
And I wonder how is it...
We got this way.
Seeing in the little ones
the true face of pain.
When did we undressed
ourselves of humanity,
of our love and the sense of union?
When did we become scattered pieces,
mindless bodies searching for nothing,
destroying our homes, our brothers and sisters
our precious children,
What is there to gain,
by taking so many innocent lives?
killing our future mercilessly...
and vigilant wait
for the moment
that for ever, this place change...
Where the blood of innocent children
is spilled no longer,
where a father can stay
and watch his children play.
Do not dwell...!Is your interest in meDo not dwell...!10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a reason for despair?
Are my attentions
My heart is not vacant
yet you find harbor in my thoughts,
You have my admiration.
You are a beautiful poem,
In a mysterious book, that
I want to read,
but it does not belong to me,
Other hands i imagine...
flip your pages...
And enrich themselves
in the knowledge of you,
and that, does not cause me pain,
I will also love who makes you happy.
The truth is that somehow I
do not need to read you,
I hear your voice loud and clear.
and you are from another life,
A parallel universe,
if you will...
and there I know you
and you me,
Maybe that is why
you are so familiar
to my senses,
so welcomed in my mind.
Feel what you must
because of me
but please don't let be
Because your smile is
in a spring morning,
And your eyes
Curious and venturing out
and into a web of emoti
Give me your words...Give me your words,Give me your words...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I shall paint them,
give me your words
cause I'm relentless...
you speak of the skies,
but I can take you there.
I learned how to fly,
I've been every where.
Give me your words,
And I shall take them,
give me your words,
And I will build you a bridge
to wherever you want to go.
give me your questions
and I will whisper the answers
to the moon
and the wind will take them to you...
Give me your doubts,
and I shall clear them,
like a cloudless sky,
I will place stars of hope instead.
I'll give you my eyes,
so you can see yourself
the way that I see you.
Give me your hands
and I shall take them,
to a place of giving.
to a place of love.
Give me your words,
the ones that pains you,
give me your words
and I will rewrite your world.
Give your words
And with them,
A new sky,
I'll make for you!
The mark in the horizon,
it's nothing but
for new beginnings.
Give me your words
and I will take you there.
The Night Hunter and his fallen starThe Night Hunter and his fallen star9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The night reigns over the forest
when the blue moon is in it's full glory.
Her frosty kiss she pressed
into the forest trees,
to give them, their enchanting sleep.
Refreshing them from our fiery land.
He shall be here soon...!
The trees have fell silent,
the nearby creatures
rejoice as they sense his presence,
and the heart of the forest
sings a duet with my heart
to celebrate his visit.
The wind carries his message to me
in the form of whispers...
" I am near...
I am close...!"
His voice echoes in my mind,
and paralyzes me.
The Night Hunter is at foot,
tonight I shall see Ryan.
Every cell in my body
knows of his proximity...
I pace back and forth!
Excited and nervous.
I see my reflection in the frozen lake
my long hair dances
as the wind gets stronger with his closeness,
and travels inwards in front of him,
cleaning his path as he comes to me.
Bringing me previews of caresses,
caresses that I crave... That I need.
" I am here" -He whispers - I see him
and abruptly my heart jumps in my
MirrorWho am I?Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you?
Deep down, who is anyone, really?
People talk about finding their true identity, finding themselves, but in reality, we just find the disguise that we're most comfortable with. The person we find easiest to act.
Shakespeare once said "All The World's A Stage"
And he was 100% right.
The whole world is a set, which we play on. We act out life without ever truly living.
Now, I don't know what living is,
Or how to find "yourself"
But I do know that the only way we could ever discover our identity
Is if we lived completely isolated
Without ever interacting with civilisation
If we never knew friends
If we had never been influenced by society.
If you had never even laid eyes on another human being
Only then, can you find out what you are.
Call me pessimistic, or anything equivalent,
But "who we are"
Is simply a reflection of who we were raised to be.
I won't take you back...He won't get me back cuz he's an american idiot, and I won't tolerate it. He didn't treat me right, but he still begging on his knees for me, thinking he still has a chance. But he didn't realize that I was the best damn thing that he ever had. He thought he could control me like some kind of Barbie, but I don't let anyone tell me who to be. I don't let anyone tell me how to live my life. I gave him so much, so much love, but now I want everything back but him. He left me with a love that I can't erase. I don't know why he thought he could tell me who to be, how to live. Last time I checked, he wasn't the king of anything. We never kissed, but does it really matter? Maybe a kiss with a fist would have done him some good, taught him a lesson. I never really found out why I dated him, I thought I loved him. Maybe that's the way this mad, mad world works. Maybe you feel something that isn't there, something that is really justI won't take you back...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The birth of spring. Melodies of spring songs,The birth of spring. 3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are being recorded in the snow,
as the birds start they migration home,
And the earth prepares to take off
her wedding dress,
as she senses a period of gestation,
In which the spring will be born.
The first born after a rigid state,
bringing much needed comfort
to all of us part of the winter nuptials.
The sun will gently kiss and embrace his bride,
and procreate life in all her fertile corners
and she will be adorned with all that is beautiful
and the rains of heaven will be the gift of her creator,
at the moment of spring birth,
blessed will be the fruit of her womb
because it is selfless
and only seeks to give and to nourish.
Happy are those that assist in this birth
for they will rejoice in its blooming into Summer,
and grow with it in happiness even
after the last day of Autumn...
Can You Hear Me?"I want it to end. The suffering, the pain, the weariness, just everything.Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stop feeling like a knife has been dug into my chest, and is being twisted with every insult, being pushed in deeper with every insecurity and doubt.
I want to stop crying. Just, for one day, to not have to sit with tears pouring down my cheeks, with my arms wrapped round myself, slowly rocking.
I want to stop panicking. To stop feeling like the oxygen has left the room, leaving me gasping for breath and lifeless. Like I'm drowning on dry land, my throat closes over, and my thoughts go at a million miles an hour. Worries and obsessions fire through my brain like bullets, sometimes for hours, sinking deeper and deeper into the water.
I want to be able to sleep. To be able to actually wake up in the morning and think 'I'm going to shine today. I'm going to laugh and smile without faking, and not have to pretend that I'm fine. Today is my day.'
To be able to get through a whole day without nearly faintin
Using Anne Frank's VoiceUsing Anne Frank's Voice5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Shadows are Your Friends
It's been nearly a year since we moved to the annex. I can feel in my bones tensions have already risen like tides. The Van Daans are starting to trouble me so. Mr. Van Daan has become quite the greedy bastard, just the other night we caught him stealing food! Does he not think that the rest of us are hungry?! I'm not sure if it's his lack of cigarettes or he's just a stingy old man. He's almost like those dragons who breathe flame in those fairytales, the way he puffs out smoke. We don't much, it's amazing there's really any food at all; Meip is beginning to run out of ration tickets for all 8 of us, she's even using some of her own. Come to think of it, I haven't really made friends with anyone hiding with us .Peter has kept to himself far too much, he locks himself in room as soon as he's finished with his studies. Now, I understand shy, but after a year I would assume one would get used to his or her surroundings a
Dear DeerThe Deer leaves,Dear Deer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Bear leaves,
The Fox stays,
The Fox is left behind.
they both move on,
leaving behind the broken and scarred.
The Fox silently cries,
watches them leave,
her body battered and pained,
she can't run to them.
She grows cold,
buried by the red snow,
but the Bear is asleep,
he doesn't hear her choking cry.
Yet the snow melts,
the sun shines,
the Deer is returning,
he didn't leave her behind,
he didn't leave her behind...
Internal Free FallIt's scary.Internal Free Fall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so hollow inside.
Like my heart ran away to find a more promising person to live in...
And I scream and cry out for her to come back. It hurts, and I'm scared.
I don't want to be alone.
But nothing helps...
And I'm left an empty, broken shell of a little girl who was once raised on grass stains and sunshine.
I wish I could find her. I wish she could save me.
But really...It's already over...
The cracks are there. They just need the push.
Kung Fu Kitty Chapter 3Kung Fu Kitty Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oliver made his way between the tables of the Cafe on an adjustable-height unicycle.
"'Scuse me. Pardon me. Sorry," you would often hear him say while doing this.
As he tried to get between two tables that were pretty close to each other, one of his unicycle's pedals accidentally got into a customer's face.
"Watch it, Oliver," said the customer, an anthro grey rabbit named Bugs Bunny, who pushed the pedal away.
"Sorry!" said Oliver. "Going up." And he adjusted the height of the unicycle so that it got taller (don't ask me how that's possible; I just know it happened). But he went a little too high and bumped his head on a light cover, knocking it loose. It would have fallen on the table below and shattered, but Oliver reached down and caught it at the last second.
Good thing, too. The customers at that table were Marie and her family! What an embarrassment that would have been for him!
He let out a quiet sigh of relief as he put the light cover back in place and said, "Sorry! Thousand
In the field of dreams...The nurturing love in our lives,In the field of dreams...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
given to us unconditionally
it's to be treasured.
Draw near those who love you,
and rejoice in their presence,
for the absent, there are dreams.
dreams of petals cover fields and embraces,
past the horizon, where everything is now and remains for ever.
where you close your eyes and everything is possible,
where you lay in the dew of caresses
and the touches that lightly scratch are wanted and desirable.