from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love3 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
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror3 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..
kind regards, your faithful mirrorYour face smiles,kind regards, your faithful mirror3 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.
CloverLuck isClover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I make of it
Guides my hand
I like to think
I make my own luck
But if the Fates weave their own pattern
Am I nothing
But another stitch?
And so I hold
My four-leaf clover
A little stroke of luck
Brought it to me
And so I have it
To keep me sane
To deceive me
To reassure me
To convince me
I have some control
Shooting StarShooting starShooting Star6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What luck is this, that I see
Surely, a vain wish
Stronger daysSeems likeStronger days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have to
Look back on
than this one
the next one.
CricketsWith sounds of crickets playing,Crickets7 years ago in Open More Like This
The end of day has come.
The moon that shines so bright,
She is my only guide.
Now is the time of darkness,
The time to reflect upon the mind,
To see the minds reflection,
Like the moon reflects the sun,
The source of boundless light.
May calmness come to all,
Like the calmness of the night,
Which is peaceful and quiet.
Except for crickets playing.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Shooting star.The glass made a tinkling sound.Shooting star.6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
As it fell to the ground.
The stars twinkled.
Innocent and beautiful.
All of a sudden.
They seemed to jump with happyness.
And send one single one.
Shooting down to earth.
It lay in the earth.
Laying there smoking.
A ghostly rage filled it.
As it stared at its own above it.
And it cursed to its own.
Up in that inky blackness.
CloverThree-leaf clovers are common,Clover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Four-leaf clovers not so much,
But does the abundance of them really matter,
Some people are happy with a three-leaf clover,
The clover makes them happy because they love it,
Others are greedy and throw the three-leaf clovers aside,
Looking only for the four-leaf clovers,
The ones tossed aside are undesired and therefore exiled,
By even the most contempt of people,
But there is always the one person,
Who will pick up the beaten and tattered clover,
And he will see not an outcast,
But he will,
They're Just WordsEveryone says that they're 'just words',They're Just Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That they only hurt because I allow it,
Because I can't rise above all of their shit,
Every word impacts like a bullet hit.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That they don't matter because they're false,
But they always stop my barely-there pulse,
And make my heart and lungs and mind convulse.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That I shouldn't let them mean a thing,
Yet I just can't stop the pain they bring,
Making my life feel like a meaningless sting.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
That they I only mean what I think they do,
But it's what the speaker believes too,
That makes it hurt more than the punch they threw.
Everyone says that they're 'just words',
Meaningless syllables that will just echo out,
Yet I don't think that I can take another bout,
Their hatred is something that I could really do without.
Everyone says that they're 'just words'.
But if I believe that to be true,
Then why should I believe, as you wish me
Shattered: Part III (KakaSaku)Shattered: Part III (KakaSaku)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I, Lady Sassy Sas, do hereby disclaim all rights to the wonderful world that is Naruto.
Step, block, under, elbow, up and pivot, open-fisted punch to side, swivel, open-fisted punch to other side, two back-flips, crouch and throw.
"You're amazing, Hatake-san!" a member of the group shouted.
He got this kind of reaction all the time and quite frankly? He was sick of it. Couldn't they just keep their fan worship to themselves? Of course not. They were girls and they did what girls did best; irritating the hell out of the male race by fangirling. He shook his head in irritation and despair. Apparently they would stop...but his father had never mentioned when and if he hadn't been around other women other than Aunt Ino he wouldn't have believed it to be true. She still seemed to obsess over that Uchiha Sasuke guy...and Genma...and countless others but he had long ago learned to ignore that.
Shikashi stuck out his hand for the other boy he had been spar
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen3 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.
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
TemptationTemptation12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Air grows thinner, the higher we are held.
Granite pedestal grows beneath our feet.
Loneliness creeps into my veins,
as peers become less abundant.
I can remember the first step
on that first day.
There were so many of us;
we could barly fit on the platform.
Meeting for the first time
as our parents lifted us on.
Five years old,
the first day of the ascension.
the platform grew higher;
growing from the base, pushing us upward.
We became different during this stage;
but still together.
Still parts of an unbroken whole.
Eight years on that platform,
Time held us together.
It's ironic that our happiest moment together
happened to be our last.
ended our integrity,
our true power in numbers was ever diminished.
People began to jump from the platform;
some struck the floor,
upon impact their heads opened,
and something drained out,
the promise and potential drained out,
Higher we climbed,
with most of us gon
Mnemosynis - Second SkinCan IMnemosynis - Second Skin12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wear your touch?
With the comfortable feel
And heady scent
Wrap myself up?
A blanket of comfort.
A love-warmed heart.
And shining eyes.
Be my second skin?
Walk with me always,
Go where I go,
And stay in my arms
so i never forgetI breathe you in like a cigaretteso i never forget12 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...
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
Castles in the airCastles in the air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Midnight StarsMidnight starsMidnight Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flurry through the night.
Like the glimmer in your eye.
The twinkle from your soul of beauty
radiates the blackened space
around my lonely
Shizaya OneshotShizaya Oneshot3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Shizu-chan~ Wake up" The pale raven hair male called, the other male groaned for being disturbed from his sleep "Now,Now Shizu-chan if you wanna play you have to get up" the raven crawled into the sheets and hugged his lover's back "or do want to play now" the smaller male showed the much larger male a playfully smirk "Izaya" the blonde turned around to kiss Izaya's fore head "S-shizu-chan I told you to stop doing that so suddenly" tinted pink found their way to the ravens cheeks "but your cute when you blush and don't lie you love it" Shizuo teased which led Izaya to pout "Shizuo I-" Before Izaya could finish Shizuo took his lips and he was the one who broke it "I love you too flea" The two snuggled and gradually fell asleep. The Two Could Not Be Separated. Even Death couldn't separated them.They Are One And Always Will Be.
LOVE IS EVERYTHING
WHEN YOU FIND IT
NOTHING CAN TOUCH YOU
NOTHING CAN HURT YOU
AND YOU WILL
LOVE IS EV
Hope, Happiness and a Blue SkyHope, Happiness and a Blue Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is Happiness born with a shape of its own?
We used to think so much and dream,
We ventured far into the wide unknown,
Searching for the bright, bright blue
In the brilliant sunbeam.
But we found there is no such thing
Called 'Happiness' that we can hold;
Only 'Happiness' that we can sing
With one voice full of love and joy,
Far better than any gold.
Blue birds soar high and low above our heads,
Their wings flapping free in the wind
As we watch from the comfort of our sheds,
Sharing the memory of our new-born hope
And how we grinned!
Stay close, dear sister, let's go,
Come link your hand with mine,
Towards a beautiful tomorrow.
We have each other, always and always,
Strong and hopeful we will shine.
Towards a future we know not of,
We will fly together, never to part
When the sky bravely takes us aloft
Over clouds, through whatever rain and storm,
With this happiness in our heart.
The WandererMy world dissolves into autumn,The Wanderer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself.
:Forbidden- Ch 1::Forbidden- Ch 1:3 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