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 isClover5 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
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.
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
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
The real story of Per Yngve Ohlin Part 1The real story of Per Yngve Ohlin Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This comes from the swedish book "Blod Eld Död" written by Ika Johannesson and Jon Jefferson Klingberg. Forgive the syntax error but i've translated with google.
This is part 1
It's Monday, 8 April 1991. The clouds are heavy over Kråkstad, the village is over 2 miles outside Oslo
where the Norwegian black metal band Mayhem have their headquarters. The large red wooden house is located right in the woods and opens onto the vast field. The view is magnificent, even on a cloudy and cold April day like this.
22-year-old singer Pelle Ohlin, better known by his nickname "Dead", spent the weekend alone in the house. The other band members are at home with their families. It was long since they rehearsed together. The guitarist Øystein "Euronymous" Aarseth devotes most of his time to the band's newly established record label DeathLike Silence Productions, whose headquarters situated in one of bedrooms at second floor. He forges big plans for mayhem and talks all the
Mnemosynis - Second SkinCan IMnemosynis - Second Skin13 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
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
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..
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
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
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...
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Touch NotTouch NotTouch Not8 years ago in Open More Like This
Human hand, touch not the seat of indifference,
But to each their own, the Heart of the Soul.
Human heart, touch not the effects of intolerance,
But see the Truth of unconditional understanding
in the eyes of another.
Put your heart in the hand of another,
And see how you may find the trust to love.
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
Goodbye Child!PrussiaxReaderGoodbye Child!PrussiaxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's been walking in this world since the beginning of time.
The time when humans appeared once again after her and her friends'
'time' but never in her life did she get this close to someone whose
not her family.Staring at the crying boy in front of her with an
emotionless face,she couldn't help but feel guilty and sad.
The boy clung to her tightly,not wanting to let her go.
Begging her not to go and leave him,he cried and told her he don't
want to be alone.
"PLEASE!Don't leave me _____!PLEASE!I'll be a good boy just don't leave me!!"
The white-haired boy plead.He doesn't want her to leave him.
She rescued him from the miserable life of living on the streets with
nothing,not even food and ever since then she took care of him and despite
of the many things he did,she tolerated him.But now she's leaving him!
_____ blankly look at the boy,debating inside whether to stay with him
longer or simply leave him.It made her both happy and sad-though she
did not show it-that someo
The Time He Made Nature SilentOnce upon a time, a long while before you or I or the President was born, the world was quite different. In those days, animals, rocks, and plants could talk, but that made things quite confusing in the long run, since no one could walk on grass or hunt for his dinner without entering into intense negotiations that could last for days. After a few years of this, mankind got a little fed up with the constant bickering and decided that there had to be a way to get everything to just shut up and bend to its will.The Time He Made Nature Silent7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Now, mankind knew it couldnt ask the animals to become silent so it could hunt them (because that would turn into a debate), nor could it ask rocks and plants to keep their mouths shut, either. Since asking nicely wouldnt work (and negotiations were always getting tied up in red tape) mankind decided to send out a representative to find a solution to their troubles.
Because names were less interesting in those days, our representative was a man named Ted. (Not to say,
Stronger daysSeems likeStronger days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have to
Look back on
than this one
the next one.
Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,Description of a Poem8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.
Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.
To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.
What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.
Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.
LodestarLodestar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know the havoc you wreak
with that bad girl tease
you keep up your sleeve -
a game where you wrap your tongue
around a cherry stem
and wrap the wicked ribbon of wanting you
around the swell of your hips,
a lush bloom rubbing blisters
against my imagination
and the white silk of your skirt
Your thoughts are too expensive
to be owned by this poor boy
with holes in his pockets
and a heart full of anarchy
who just wants one taste
of the trouble you wear
like a lodestar.