Johnlock, A haikuSherlock Sherlock JohnJohnlock, A haiku2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh so very gay oh dear
yum yum yum yum yum
Dany boy has a stick up his @$$I’m not a whiny troll,Dany boy has a stick up his @$$3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
one who tries to secure their self worth by gathering pity
through big social networks
I may be 16
But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to defend myself
I may curse,
but that doesn’t make me a fucking illiterate simpleton
Dany boy you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass
So far up, you’ve become a stiff mannequin
You’re fake, plastic
Plastering stickers of smiling faces on our own that show,
nothing but disapproval.
You’re painting illusions
Quite a show you’re putting on for the others
Making the world believe that our work is like no other
But you paint over the real work,
because it’s not safe for the children
But have you taken a look at your own prized possessions?
You say it’s art but you’re getting lost in it’s meaning
A term used when you have no other explanation
Because even you are ashamed to say,
you don’t know what’s become of things.
I got a glove in one hand,
Sherlock, I'm WaitingTitle: Sherlock, I'm WaitingSherlock, I'm Waiting8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Author: D.R. Ward
Sherlock, I'm Waiting
It's pelting down on me.
I don't mind.
I see my reflection,
On the cold black marble,
That represents you.
I can feel the coldness,
Eating away inside of me.
Sherlock, when will you come home?
The tears are drowned by the wetness,
The sky that's crying along with me.
It weeps and it screams and it pierces,
The thunder and lightening my cracked soul,
And I let it cry along with me.
Withheld by my own two legs once,
They collapse on the grass below me,
From which used to be dirt.
A reminder that it was so long ago,
That I was left alone.
Sherlock, are you left alone?
Wherever you are, wherever you go,
Do you remember me,
Or think about me,
Like I think about you?
Do you dream that you were back home,
In 221B Baker Street, experiments and all,
Strewn all over the house in the oddest places,
Or maybe sitting on the couch,
Our Flat Is Very Clean Without YouI clean 'til our freezer is head-freeOur Flat Is Very Clean Without You2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In hopes that my mind will be empty
But I can't get the memories out of my mind, it's true
Our flat is very clean without you
Got an extra mug in my cabinet
I still fill it with tea out of habit
No more eyes or ears or fingers or toes, it's true
Our flat is very clean without you
There is crime on the rise all through London
And the Yard's overflowing at best
But what proves I really miss you most
Is the pain I feel in my chest
Yes, it's true
My life is very dull without you
I brush your mess off of the table
Have a peaceful dinner now that I'm able
But I miss you constantly talking at me, it's true
Our flat's pedestrian without you
I can stay up and type up my blog now
No violin keeping me up at night now
No gunshots to wake me at 3 AM, it's true
But our new wall seems too bare without you
I got back together with Sarah
But left as soon as I came
I got sick of waiting for you to text me
About Moriarty's next move in his game
Yes, it's true
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
Am I Crazy?Am I Crazy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was I crazy to think
That I could have
Every part of you?
Wishing to be in your arms
That'd your heart beat for me
And I'd be the one you'd lay your eyes on
I was always insane
Loosing my grip
Changing slowly everyday
Where has my sanity wandered off to?
I know for a fact
I can't have you without it.
This lifetime search
For something so trivial
Has ruined it all for me
I have wasted the years
Shedding the tears
All because you never wanted me
Denied RegretDenied Regret2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been everywhere
I've seen everything
I don't want to see it again.
Bad things happened.
As they should,
but you see
these things didn't make me feel good.
They were like thousands of knives,
poking at my skin
Wanting desperately to break in.
I have taken him away,
His life and heavenly soul.
Would it matter
If I didn't regret a thing?
I'd be a murderer and a thief
Since the day I was born
Sprouting was the ground knotted and twisted
My limbs creak with pain
My heart beats with anger
Of these things I've done
Because darling, as you can see
I am not real
I never want to be
I'd regret the moments that I would see
You don't enjoy life so much
When you realize you're not loved.
10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't
3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow
4) To keep in my pocket just in case
5) To dab my lipstick before our date
6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me
7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar
8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one
9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white
10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you
Three MenJohn was always braveThree Men2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sherlock was unkind
Moriarty was a madman
hellbent and refined
bored with ordinary people
childlike and quite loud
who entered history
only two come out
221B Baker StreetThe game’s afoot, my dear Watson!’ he cried221B Baker Street2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sprung from his chair and clapped his hands
Oh the joy on his face when someone died
He’s wasn’t wicked, just plain childish at times.
Of course, I was expected to join his ‘game’
I watched him retrieve his coat and deerstalker.
“Come with me Watson, the key to my fame,
So you can write it all down for the public!”
This friend was always cynical of my writing,
Cynical of everything as nothing parred
With his exceptional line of thinking.
I copped a lot of his ridiculous insults.
Oh but the things we used to say behind
The back of the sallow, rat-faced Lestrade!
He still doesn’t know, hope he doesn’t mind,
The way my friend and I mocked his profession.
How fond I was of my companion.
My dear friend, I didn’t expect to be lead here by my feet.
The seventeen steps to my past adventures.
I am standing right here, right now.
I have come back, Sherlock, to 221B Baker Street,
WheelOver the rivers and the seas,Wheel2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Far to the northern windy field
I dream of green hills, summer rain,
the light of hope in the new day,
I see old heroes brought to life
through ancient magic’s music call.
I see the Dragon leading them
to beat the hated ancient foe.
Under the moonless, starless sky
I heard their timeless battlecries,
I saw them against the enemy force,
I saw them swept away like flies.
And then I saw him - redhaired, bold,
His pride was new, his wisdom old,
And in the mirrors of his eyes
Reflected were all of his lives.
He drew his sword, stood up and yelled,
And then the enemies were felled,
And then he lead us on and on,
One for all and all for one,
We followed him into the mist,
We broke their line, we formed a fist,
Through the dark and on the way
To bring the light in the new day….
The Black RoseRed roses are so clichéand a yellow rose did not say enoughThe Black Rose7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white rose speaks of purityperhaps I should have reached for the blue
Though mysterious, that colored rose just did not seem to suit you.
I could have reached for the pink, but I held back
Though your presense gives me happinessthe pink just seemed to lack.
I needed something moresomething that spoke of us
That said forever is our friendship and youre the one Ill forever trust.
This is the horror...Carry the little one to her roomThis is the horror...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the tomb
To the place
Where the joy was erased
And pain replaced
All that was inside
Young man, take her soul for a ride
A body is all yours to take
With nothing at stake
Make all innocence fake
Devour her mind with a greedy hand
Bury her youth in the sand
Her innocence lost in an alien land
An alien body took her away
stole what was inside and left decay
Pleasure is on your mind
Young men never find
She is the kind
That breaks so easily
With carreses given teasingly
This crime could very possibly
Be the one that takes her haltingly
to a dark cold grave
Where no one can ever save
but only deprave
Your eyes stare through her coldly
Those eyes undressing her where she sits
You can't wait until she gets
just what you have to give
So take your time
To you sees fine
Though "no" shines
in her eyes
And all the cries
are no lullabies
but shake the girl to sleep
Years later the child falls
into dreams of those halls
where she ran through bleedin
What We HadWhat We Had2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
We only ever kissed and said
A whole year of just
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But I desired something.
I desired something more than
I wanted to touch.
Wanted to be touched.
I wanted to feel another's skin on mine.
I was feeling too much desire to care
I woke up that morning next to a
I never knew his name.
I never asked for it.
Because I didn't
I just got up and
Days after that night,
mortal after all.one final battlemortal after all.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his final conquest
he is dying on the battle field
'a warriors death' they would call it.
'a hero's death'
funny, he was never a hero when he was alive
and now in death he is.
and all his days
all his games
have led up to this.
he never expected it to end like this
well, not really.
he expected the blood
just not quite...
he had been a king
he had been a monster
he had been a god
he is mortal.