Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
Stronger daysSeems likeStronger days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have to
Look back on
than this one
the next one.
Pe umerii nimanuiÎşi închidea ochii pe umerii mei,Pe umerii nimanui3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
iar ei ascultau tăcuţi
cum toate genele,
rând pe rând,
pe care nu le-au împlinit
m-am născut cu prea puţine suflete,
dar să ştii,
te-am iubit cu toate oasele mele."
Îmi spunea că sunt frumoasă
cu sori în păr
mare în glezne.
De când a plecat
asfinţesc de la prima oră a dimineţii.
Harry Potter-After the War-P1 Every thing seemed to melt away. All Harry could see was Ginny's stunning brown eyes and her sparkling lips. As they drew closer, Ginny's eyes turned a sickly red, her skin became pale, and her nose seemed to be sucked into her face.Harry Potter-After the War-P17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort cried. There was a flash of green light.
"Ginny!" Harry woke with a start, shivering and pale. "No! No!"
Ginny came rushing into the room. "Harry! Wha--?"
Harry threw himself out of bed and put his arms around her. "Oh, Ginny! It was that awful nightmare about you and Voldemort!" his voice cracked and grew shaky.
"Harry, it's okay, I'm here." she said, stroking his hair. They pulled away from eachother. Harry sighed.
Every thing seemed to melt away. All Harry could see was Ginny's stunning brown eyes and her sparkling lips.
acridi.acrid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dead bird rots,
stomach heat-split and picked on,
feathers stuck to the concrete
when he peels it up.
he pours kerosene,
holding one shaking match litó
fat melts, entrails crisp,
marrow dries and bones crack,
ashes rise against the wind,
falling on gray buildings.
in his midmorning dream,
the phoenix soars.
Revenge is sweetRevenge is sweet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I was working behind my cabin on my white rose garden. I can only work on it early in the morning. This is my pride and joy. It started with the white rose my father gave me. My mother had given it to him. It was immortal. I planted it and kept a nice garden. It was my secret garden. Not like the book. There wasn't a secret romance or anything, just me gardening in peace. Well I did that, until Clarisse came over. She started pummeling an Apollo kid. My white roses turned blood red. After she finished pummeling him, she walked away, after she spit. He skidded away. I fell on my knees and cried. 9 years, and she ruined it in 5 minutes. I became enraged, but I am not stupid, I am not going to fight her. Just use her history against her. I ran to the Hermes cabin and busted the door open. "Stoll!" I screeched. Both Stolls jumped up screaming it wasn't their fault. Conner saw me and said. "It's just your girlfriend, I am going to bed." He said lying down. I grabbed Travis' color
kind regards, your faithful mirrorYour face smiles,kind regards, your faithful mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes don't,
Your mask outgoing,
Your heart doped.
You look to me
You search your face
towards my base.
But like a pond in sunlight
You cannot judge,
Just how far I see beyond
your make-ups sludge.
You look to me, I quietly reflect
Your every shape disgrace and angle
All of it I inspect.
You walk away from me
forgetting I still stare
you turn and glance on departure.
Dont worry I'm still there.
from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
:Forbidden- Ch 1::Forbidden- Ch 1:2 years ago in Romance More Like This
My mother looked up from her book and raised her eyebrows at me expectantly as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Do you mind if I go out tonight?"
"And where do you plan on going?"
"Over to Dan's."
"Oh, but of course! That Daniel is such a nice boy," My mother picked her book back up and smiled to herself. "If only you were more like him."
I frowned and ran upstairs to my bedroom to change. Before I stripped, I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror on my closet door. My black hair needed a trim to keep it from falling over my icy, blue eyes. My skin was white as a sheet and my body lacked the muscles guys were supposed to have packed under their skin. Flesh and bones. That's all I was. I was never going to get a guy, looking like this. Not that it mattered. Dating really never interested me all that much and I had yet to find a guy that perked my interest. My parents didn't like the fact that I was gay and I usuall
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
so i never forgetI breathe you in like a cigaretteso i never forget11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a soft warm kiss,
a cool caress,
reflects a winter night I can\'t forget.
As I exhale nervously from my chest
my right hand on your shoulder,
you hand in my left,
and i feel your every shallow breath.
I see your solemn soothing silhouette,
standing silently settled, deep inset.
oh how I\'d love to see you next to me...
Now your scent still lingers on my skin.
your subtle taste,
still fresh on my lips,
and you would think there was nothing I miss...
...and you\'re right...
Now I drink to remember...
...so I never forget...
The White MorgueThe White Morgue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Splendidul Spider SolitaireÎntr-o zi, şeful m-a prins jucând Spider Solitaire dificultate maximă, în loc să implementez noile coduri.Splendidul Spider Solitaire2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
–Dă-mi cinci motive logice şi valide pentru care acest joc este necesar unui om de vârsta, statutul şi experienţa ta şi am să trec cu vederea gafa – zise el.
Mi-am dat scaunul mai în spate, am tras aer în piept şi mi-am început cu forţă discursul:
–În primul şi în primul rând, Spider Solitaire necesită o mare virtute pe care omul societăţii contemporane întâmpină dificultăţi majore în a o cultiva – şi anume răbdarea. Spider este, în esenţă, un joc al încrâncenării şi încăpăţănării. Numai cineva cu adevărat ambiţios poate să se ţină de un joc cu patru semne până la capăt
Lend me a kissLend me your sweet lipsLend me a kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a soft kiss
Stay with me till the end
Let's stop playing pretend
Don't let my heart break
Let's learn from our mistakes
I'll let your love embrace
Mend me with your lovely grace
They never leave my mind
Your cherry colored lips
The roses that I have picked
And the sweetness that one day I'll kiss
Through the LightThe cancer took Mary on a Friday, just after three in the morning. She was laying in bed, sleeping. I sat in the chair near the window, reading something, I forget now what, trying not to think about the moment, only thinking about the moment. It had just finished raining, and I had the window to the room cracked, the scent of fresh condensation floating in from the garden outside. The air smelled pure and relaxed. It was lovely.Through the Light1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dozing slightly when the EKG started to beep. It took me several seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing, not that it mattered much. By the time I was out of the chair, the nurse had walked in. She moved down the corridor from the lobby to the room with calm purpose, her steps quick but not rushed. She kept a forced, tiny smile at the corners of her mouth, an expression I’m sure she had used hundreds of times, and nodded to me as I dropped the book. She went straight to the machine and silenced the godawful alarm.
She checked Mary’s pul
LapisI wanted to dress herLapis5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in cool, sky blue lapis
so she would remember my eyes
and ivory so fragile
that the thin air would break,
and gold sashes to circle her thighs.
I wanted to bring her
cool orange blossom water
to feed her dates sugared in wine,
and figs ripe with honey
that sweetened her fingers
and fresh berries that burst on the vine.
I wanted to teach her
the language of lovers
in words that would capture her soul,
with lush crimson notes
and filigree silver
with a heart grown brazen and bold.
above and beyondWhen your away from me do you think of things like us?above and beyond11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
dose it take you above and beyond?
do you go back to the first time we touched, back when we made love?
i know i do.
do you think of my when your alone and when your not home?
does the thought of me take you above and beyond
to a place where we\'re togeather and i\'d hold you in my arms forever
i know i do.
do you remember the summer nights, when i\'d look into your eyes
standing under starry skyes, and we\'d kiss until the sun would rise
i know i do
but you just remember all of the hard times that got us here, now your gone
do you still miss me every single day
you know I do
when your away from me do you think of things like us?
does it take you above and beyond?
do you want to know do i still love you...
you know i do
I don't care if you're Gay.It disappoints me how people thinkI don't care if you're Gay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's demeaning and disgusting for one
to love their own gender. How we
are encased and suffocated by the
chains of society's realms.
We have been brought up to believe
that a problematic equation would
be a gender in addition to the same
gender that it is ''weird'' for one
to embark on a relationship with
the same gender because it screams
and shrieks of abnormality.
I despise how people refer to being
''homosexual'' or a ''lesbian'' to be
disgraceful. The irony strikes me that
for a society that claims to be ''accepting,''
we have not made any progress
whatsoever in terms of same-gender
relationships, be it: boy and boy or
girl and girl.
Regardless of gender, they are all true
emotions. SO WHAT if a girl likes another
girl? SO WHAT if a boy likes another boy?
This is to our apparent ''accepting''
society that is refusing to acknowledge
how there is actually no abnormality in
Who are YOU to judge what is abnormal?
Silva of EnlightenmentSilva of Enlightenment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years ago I stumbled upon a group of what I thought of the time to be naturalist out in the middle of a forest on one of the small hunting paths. It seemed as though the town was settled in a large, natural grove that was kept neat by the occupants. I noticed one of the people, a farmer I guessed by his dirt covered attire, eyeing me as if wondering should he approach. I smiled fondly and waved him over. This man, as he later told me of the age of fifty-six, came galloping over to my side, bouncing over small ferns and tree stumps. I was astounded by his enthusiasm! His beard, long and grey, his hands calloused from year of hard work, and the many of joyous wrinkles around his eyes gave him a look of someone older then he was.
"How oddly gay this man seems to be!" I thought to myself.
"Welcome traveler! You seem slightly bewildered by our small establishment that you find yourself upon. Come, let us walk, and I shall tell you how we came to be!" I remember his voice, fu