Kaze no Koe風の声Kaze no Koe3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kaze no koe
Tsubame no you ni
Tori wa su wo oku
The wind's voice
Like a swallow
Begins to dance
A bird leaves its nest
So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From here I shall stand and look down on the world. I shall watch as the leaders of great nations look for ways to fill the void. I shall watch as they lead their followers down the road that can end only in ruin.
One day they will all realize that the void can only be filled by God. Only God can lead them down the appropriate road.
So I shall stand here, looking on as the world leads itself toward its own destruction. And I will pray for them.
What should I say?Well what should I say???What should I say?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I talk about how amazing you are?
How much of a woman you are?
The way you make me smile?
The way you make me laugh?
The way I get all nervous to talk to you?
How intelligent you are?
The way I can talk to you about anything?
How you're always on my mind and always there for me?
or the millions of ways in which you made me fall for you?
hmmm I can't make up my mind so I'll just leave you with my heart .
The Perfect NightThe Perfect Night2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I streamed across the beach with the warm water lapping at my ankles, I searched for a place to settle. When I found it, I fell down into the moonlit water. For me, there was nothing like sitting in the water instead of the grainy sand. Something about the water calmed me. I felt the warmth of a familiar body behind me and so I fell back into his comfort. He slid ever so slightly forward and I watched as his gentle, tan hands wrapped around my body and interlocked with me inside. His head fell softly on top of mine and his hat began to shade me from the shimmering moonlight.
I don't think there's any moment greater than this- being here with him, in his arms right now. I feel like I'm in a dream, and I'm scared I'll wake up, I thought scarcely. I blinked my bright green eyes several times in an attempt to see if it really was a dream or not. I looked up at him shy
Blackout ProloguePrologue: Shades of GreyBlackout Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I will warn you now, my story is not a happy one, and I am, in no way, a hero. If you are the type who loves the fairytale endings where everyone lives happily ever after, then you might as well stop reading. My actions are the result of the cards that I was dealt. Karma is a dream for the weak who are blind to reality. The bad guy doesn't magically get what he deserves. You need to look beyond what is accepted by society, and by the law, if you are to see what is necessary at times. Not everything is as black and white as most would make it out to be. There are, definitely, shades of grey.
Never Good Enough(Slower tempo)Never Good Enough2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the beginning,
Everything was right
In the beginning,
We'd never fight
But, things, have changed
I feel, so caged...
(Chorus - Faster tempo)
I still love you
I'm still trying
You're what I want
But, it's never enough
In the beginning,
Everything was right
In the beginning
We'd never fight
I feel ashamed
Who's to blame?
(Chorus - Faster tempo)
I'm fed up now
This isn't fair!
All I did was care...
In the end,
Everything was wrong
In the end,
All you'll have, is this song...
SometimesI hate myself sometimes,Sometimes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to cut myself sometimes,
I think about killing myself sometimes,
I try to keep myself from being the dissapointment I am all the time,
And I fail
No lifeReally?No life9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me to get out some,
but when I ask,
you pitch a fit.
No wonder I don't have friends.
All I do,
is sit around,
stuff my face,
and be online.
I wouldn't know,
since I don't have one.
I must be Rapunzel,
locked in a tower never to go out with friends.
Trapped in my room,
with anger to kill.
Blast the metal,
hit the drywall,
Damn my life,
for each day is the same!
Bring on the metal,
bring on the rage,
bring on the pain.
For since I'm never out with friends,
all of it seems to be the same.
Tortured EyesA man boards the subway, keeping his jacket shutTortured Eyes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Concealing his motives from the unsuspecting commuters
Finger on the button, ready to die
Fire and hatred in his eyes
A mother lies rigid in a pool of her blood
Holding on tightly to her little girls hand
Lips silently asking ‘Why?’
Life slipping away from her eyes
Shaking her mother, she won’t wake up
Blood running down her tear stained face
Shaking as she cries
Panic and confusion in her eyes
A man picks himself up from where he fell from the blast
Under the payphones out on the subway ramp
Looking up he sees the sky
Fear and wonder in his eyes
Riding with the rescue unit silent in the back
Not knowing exactly what to expect
Letting out another deep sigh
Sorrow and calm in his eyes
“Subways closed sir, there has been an attack.”
“That’s just perfect, now I’ll really be late!”
Whines a businessman in his self indulgent high
Ignorance and annoyance in his eyes
“Explosion in the
mommamomma,momma9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are silent, always.
shattered coffeepots glittering:
our kitchen was never your
crystal stair, with its splintered
wood baring teeth through torn-up
linoleum, nails and a cracked
foundation grabbing at our socks:
your children hidden under the
kitchen table—the rancid smell
of black mold and cat urine
wafting up from the tattered floor,
but it was less frightening than the
shrill fear, when daddy threatened
to leave, again.
Valentine SurpriseThe young writer sat there in front of his computer, Yahoo Messenger sitting on the sign-in screen. It was late in the morning and he still had his long hair pulled back into a pony-tail. Today was a day that made the writer really nervous. It was Valentines Day, the day after his nineteenth birthday, and he knew that once he logged into Yahoo he would message his girlfriend.Valentine Surprise10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He loved his girlfriend so much. To him she was a perfect angel that held his heart with wings as pure as snow and softer than silk. She was worth more than life itself to him, and he would do anything for her just to see her smile. For his birthday she had sent him the best present he had ever gotten. In the mail he had received a package from her which contained a webcam, a letter and picture of her, and a toy for his own personal pleasure. In his hand he was looking over the picture of her. Every time they talked she had always tried to say she was ugly or that she wasnt beautiful, and every time he
The Emotional WreckThe woman screamsThe Emotional Wreck11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The doctor backs away
Her breath is heavy
He quickly understands
The police ask what happened
Did you see his face?
When did this happen?
Where did this happen?
Endless questions for her
The emotional wreck
Her boyfriend won't touch her
For respect or disgust?
Everyone she knows
They try to sympathize
But she knows
They only pity her
The audience watches
All at the edge of their seats
Waiting, just waiting
To see what will happen next
I died for youYou never said you were proud.I died for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just shook your head in disappointment,
When I told you I wanted to become a Marine.
No hug good-bye, no shake of the hand.
Just stood there like stone, emotionless.
I wrote letters every day, some were shipped-
None were forgotten.
You never sent a reply, I didn't know if you took the time.
My weapon of war became my companion,
The chaos of battle became my escape.
From the constant torture of your neglect.
I gave my last breath for my brother,
The bullet to the chest seeped out this crimson.
The pain felt like relief to the aching in my heart.
My mind slowly began to unwind, relaxed in freedom.
Of the sacrifice of my life, one final chance to make
But in these long seconds left I wished you'd once said-
'I love you son, you always made me proud."
I died in peace; I died in grief.
I died for you.
Steryotype: Blonde's are StupidI have a friend who's blonde.Steryotype: Blonde's are Stupid2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
She's actually very intelligent.
Not to mention very religious, and she practices her faith everyday.
She works well in groups;
She's very friendly;
She's very social;
She can play the guitar;
People love her;
People are jealous of her.
She has a loving mother and father, her father being a very good doctor.
She is a very hardworking person; very devoted to her studying.
She skipped her sophomore year and is now a junior, and she's younger than me; I am a sophomore.
She is very thin and pretty, just like her mom.
She goes to mass daily.
This stereotype is totally off.
Just because someone has blonde hair doesn't mean they're retarded.
Yes, some jokes are funny.
But it's offensive to some people.
Like me, and other blondes.
So think before you judge.
Everyone is smart, beautiful, and have some kind of talent.
So I say this:
Reality: No matter the color of hair, skin, race, nationality, accent--everyone has the capability to be smart and succeed in life a
The HospitalThis place may be sterile,The Hospital4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
And it may be clean,
But it's a creepy place to be,
If you know what I mean.
It has white walls,
and the sound of coughing never stops,
It can be so quiet,
You can hear a pin drop.
From the outside it looks like a castle,
Overlooking a kingdom,
But for the patients,
Inside is like an asylum.
In the day it seems like a plain and cheery place,
A place where you'd like to stay,
But at night in the dark halls,
You'd want to get away.
The food is revolting,
And the strange doctors and nurses,
Acting as normal and kind as possible,
While they, under their breath, say curses.
At night no one knows what happens,
But one thing can be certain,
From the screams of agony from your roommate,
In the morning they're gone from behind the curtain.
When your finally able to leave the hospital,
It's a great relief,
But you can't help but to think,
To think of the poor souls who are never released.
Good Enough?Night throws the hardest hitGood Enough?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take the blow
And I fall back
I don’t bother getting up
The world is getting heavier
Crushing me into the ground
My hopes have been crumpled
My dreams have been shattered
My tear ducts have dried
I killed every bit of emotion
To form myself into someone successful
But that thought, too, has died
Anxiety tripled over days
Depression pounding down on me
With the sick satisfaction of knowing its winning
I can’t hold on to this mentality
When will it be good enough?
That KidThat Kid~That Kid6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was quiet, timid, the stereotypical "new kid"
He never sought out anyone, thus so he dwelled in the shadows
Always in the back, always unseen, always unheard
Never once chosen, always given out as a balancing number
Head down, never daring to speak up, like a mouse hiding from a hawk
"That kid over there" was how he was often addressed, if at all
Even after years of trials and growth nothing had changed nor was it going to
He's had many faces, many lives, good friends and good times
but should you take them all away-
You're left with that one kid who chose to be away from everyone
That kid who never spoke his mind
That kid who relished the solitude he surrounded himself in
That kid who despised people and their accompanying noise and hardship
He was and always will simply be known as
ScarsI look at the new scarsScars9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some deeper than others.
Past slashes that are still visible.
I run my fingers over them,
Having a unique texture.
I cherish them.
They keep me alive.
My blade has been taken away.
And the urge comes now and then.
When I’m lonely.
I’ve resorted to scratching,
The rush is exhilarating.
But it doesn’t last
As long as my beloveds.
Still touching them.
I close my eyes…
This is my story LifeThis is my story11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't go as planned, does it?
You dreamt of a life,
But you will never reach it.
You always wanted to be an hero
Well, too bad, that won't work out either.
You'll dream of the life you always wanted,
But when you wake up,
Reality smackes you in the face.
Get up, go to your work or school, come home, work and sleep.
That will be your life until you die.
A never ending cyclus.
Try chasing your dreams.
One day you'll might catch them.
But what if that dream scattered?
Believe in the stories you know,
And keep them close.
What if... it's all a dream?
Maybe everything we believe in is a dream.
Or a lie.
No one knows
Never let your dreams go.
Always have them close with you.
You might catch them one day.
And do what you always wanted to do.
I love you
silenceI take a glance,silence2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at the scars on my wrists
they tell me,
it doesn't have to be like this
I want to talk,
to let it out
but nobody is there to listen,
even when I shout
depression is dark
so speak up
before it takes you away
and covers your mouth
CutFeeling depressedCut1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can you do?
How to express
The emotional typhoon
Cut, cut, cut
Pick up the knife
Think! Put it down
Save another life
Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An object starts to vibrate loudly on the table and after a few seconds, it stops.
Who could possibly send me a text message? Surprised I stand up and walk to my middle-aged Nokia. I open the message and my mouth falls open of astonishment of what I just read.
"Hey. Could we talk? Greetings, Evan." it says. How did he get my number for God's sake?
I think for a moment. Should I answer it? Can it do any harm if I do? He only wants to talk and I know that most problems can be solved with talking, but I barely know him! In that case I don't owe him a conversation. But Siope asked me if I could give him a chance. But she didn't even know what happened Friday!
I sigh and open a new text message. "Yes, sure, but how did you get my number?" I write quickly. Almost immediately an answer returns. "Long story. At two o'clock at the lake?"
The lake. I think he means the same spot as where I met him. "Okay. See you then." I text back.
Two o'clock, that's in one hour. Ah well, it's Sunda
RUN ALREADY! "EEEK! RUN GUYS!" Jewel yelped as a monster started chasing them.RUN ALREADY!9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Kaya, or commonly known as Kanri, replied hastily.
After pulling a wheel in the machine room, Rosetta announced she forgot something in there. When she went back to get it, she came back with a demon following her. Somehow, Piggeh, Mr. Chair, Jason and Rosetta herself are somewhere on another floor. Leaving Jewel, Kanri, and Stephano in a small trio.
"STOP BEING SO FRIGGIN FAST!" Stephano said in vain, asking the others t slow down a bit.
A little too well.
Kanri switched places with Stephano, him being in the front, and her being in the back. Jewel, however, remained in the middle.
"How you guys holding up over there?!" Kanri asked over the ruckus.
"I've been better!" Jewel replied.