Peaceful AfterlifePeaceful Afterlife6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had something great, then it was washed away. We had something more, then I can explain. I'm sorry.
Jimmy Owen 'The Reverend Tholomew Plague' Sullivan is in his Eternal Rest, in his own little Afterlife. We will never let his memory become one of the Forgotten Faces in this Bat Country of the Beast and the Harlot.
We Scream to Dear God for his Lost soul to have its own Little Piece of Heaven, completely Unbound from this wild ride we call life.
All the Gunslingers honor him with every Flash of the Blade, not one ounce of Tension will ever stop them on their Walk of the path of the Sidewinder for the Strength of the World to never let the honoring of his memory be Betrayed.
All the Trashed and Scattered will Seize the Day and Burn it Down while The Art of Subconscious Illusion has then Blinded in Chains at the Crossroads of all Demons. Until the End The Fight for his memory with the Dancing Dead will be Almost Easy, even with Darkness Surrounding the Lips of Deceit when
Strong GirlI'm the strong girl.Strong Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't cry,
I don't fall,
I don't lose.
I'm the strong one
The one who cheats,
But you always have a way of making
This strong girl
Feel oh so
Like now, for example.
I'm standing before you,
With all my carefully constructed
Walls and barriers
Lying in tatters on the floor.
You're laughing in glee because
You've gotten inside the strong girl
And torn her apart with
And I'm crying because
Damn it, it hurts when your
I'm not strong now
(I don't think I'll ever be again)
Because when something is broken
Into a thousand pieces
Chances are no one will be able to find
All the parts.
Especially since you aren't coming back
And you made up at least
Half of me.
We were friends
Then we were
More than friends.
I'm afraid we're nothing
And not seeing you at all sounds more
Like a death sentence
Than just seeing you happy
With another girl.
I'm worried that w
RosesRoses once red,Roses3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
no longer so,
colour now dead,
where did it all go?
Befall thy embraceBefall thy love my sweet embraceBefall thy embrace7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon this night thy truth be told
Into your arms I wish to race
Among the stars my heart doth hold
In eyes awakened from thy dreams
I see your soul so sound and pure
And through the harshness love does bring
Sweet ecstasy my heart endures.
Come love, my love, upon this night
A chance that I should bid you well
Inside thy arms I wish to hide
Upon thy breath a whisper tell.
Distracted am I by thy grace
Thy lips the shade of cherry wine
Fair porcelain adorns thy face
Thy body passion in my mind.
I, but a soul unworthy fool
For lucky have I come to be
Among the stars my heart is ruled
Forever my love clings to thee.
England's Teacup song.I'm a little Teacup short and stout.England's Teacup song.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
When you bend me over, hear me shout.
FRANCIS FRANCIS GET THAT OUT!
If You Have TimeIf You Have Time…If You Have Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was born from your anger.
I was sketched in tears.
I was thought of in remorse.
You created me at the peak of your distress.
You created me when you felt you could never create anything beautiful.
But most of all,
You created me.
I am a simple drawing.
An absent minded doodle on mere note paper.
Something to look over and never finish;
I stay in the same spot you left me;
A crumpled up ball that missed your trashcan.
I have a head that is not defined,
A faded nose,
Blank, empty eyes,
A closed and stiff mouth,
And mere outlines of the rest of me.
I don’t complain.
After all, my mouth cannot move.
Paper cannot move unless my Master bids it so.
I am unfinished.
Time passes and I see your art.
Your finished art.
I’d cry if I could,
But you never finished my eyes.
I’d reach for you,
But I have no arms.
If my lips could move,
I would only ask one thing:
I am not perfect, but nobody is.
Art is for you and others to enjoy.
Am I not conside
Brave Soldier Boy Leaves from the vineBrave Soldier Boy4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little Soldier Boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That's not his own
Little Soldier Boy
We want you home
You're our Soldier Boy
Yet fate still roams
Little Soldier Boy
So far from home
Tired Soldier Boy
Has his end known
Brave Soldier Boy says
"Carry Me Home"
Sleeping Soldier Boy
Will not see home.
Zutara Week 2011: MaskZutara Week 2011: Mask5 years ago in Romance More Like This
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
Eyes locked across the room. She blushed, pink flooding across dark cheeks, and modestly looked away, hiding behind a pastel blue fan. He continued to stare, molten gold burning a hole straight through her, into her soul.
See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know
The party continued around them, elaborately be-masked nobles dancing, talking a flirting. The ballroom they stood in was the envy of the entire world, as where the occupants. The marble floors gleamed milky white in the lamplight. Mirrors adorned the emerald and gold walls, sparkling with the images of the elite they reflected. The east wall was nearly entirely made up of windows, thrown open to accommodate for Fire Nation summer's heat, occasionally punctuated by balconies, like the one Katara stood on now, stilettoed again
My Willow TreeI walked through the rain once, on my own.My Willow Tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried, knowing tears wouldn't be shown.
In my path I found a Willow tree.
I walked beneath it, so it cried over me.
Too worn to go on and unwilling to try,
I cried along with the tree and the sky.
When the wind picked up, I held tight to the tree.
Though its branches were torn, it held onto me.
When the sky exhausted, the wind settled down.
Its breeze dried my face and the branches around.
I rested my head against that mournful tree,
And wondered why it still wept over me.
When the sun shone warm, my heart became glad,
So I asked why one so strong should be sad.
Strength is in vain, I was told by my tree.
For it longed for the freedom that it saw in me.
PrussiaxReader'What animal is Prussia?' you thought to yourself.PrussiaxReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You are a pig!"
You whack Prussia on the head.
"I'm not a pig!" you yell.
"Okay. Okay. I'll think of something else" he says laughing.
You two sit in thought wondering what kind of animals the two of you are.
'Well he is loud, annoying, cute, and loyal when he wants to be. So I guess he is a dog. Since dogs are cute, loyal, annoying and loud' you thought.
"You are a dog Prussia" you say to him.
"A dog? Really? I'm not some cool animal like a lion?" he asks.
"Nope you're a doggy" you say smiling.
"Well I know what you are" says Prussia.
"So what am I" you ask.
"You're mine" says Prussia kissing you.
'I don't mind being that' you thought as you kissed him back.
I Fought The Truck And The Truck Won It was a warm day, I remember. It was a Friday afternoon in early May, and my sixth grade school year would be over in just a few weeks. I had taken off on my bike for a brief after-school excursion before my evening babysitting job.I Fought The Truck And The Truck Won3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I so often did, I had ridden my bike halfway around the sizable gravel subdivision that made up our neighborhood. The area was still undeveloped, and small stretches of forest were wedged between most of the houses that had been built. I recall at that age how much I enjoyed abandoning the civilization that didn't understand me and going off to amuse myself with building small forts in those woodsy areas.
On that particular day I must have stayed out too long, because my younger brother and sister eventually came looking for me. I was irritated at being disturbed, but they claimed my father had sent them out, and that he wanted me home. Begrudgingly, I pulled my black BMX dirt bike out of the tangle of wild raspberry bushes I'd parke
F.E.A.R.A blood colored sunrise,F.E.A.R.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That you will never forget
Brings to your mind a person,
That you have not yet met
Visions cloud your mind,
You see them all the time...
The visions make you see things,
That you wish you did not know
But no matter how far you push them away,
They only seem to grow
Be careful where you step,
And watch out where you go!
And that's how you know!
That drives you!
That divides you!
Fear of the unexpected,
Fear of the unknown
Fear of everything you see,
Fear of what you have been shown...
It feels like an knife blade,
Has been rammed into your gut
But you ignore all the pain you feel,
Because you can never get enough!
Bodies and weapons,
Lying all around
You creep through the corridors,
Trying to not make a sound
A whispering sensation,
Fills the night air
You could swear no-one was behind you,
But it feels like someone's there!
And that's how you know!
That drives you!
That divides you!
Fear of the unexpected,
If You Were a Song. . .If you were a song. . .If You Were a Song. . .5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would be full of endless melodies
You would have rhythms so beguiling that they would make even the most serious of patriots want to sing along with you
You would be filled with timbres that would even make the most gifted of songbirds spiteful
You would be unbroken, with no beginning and no ending, so that those singing with you would never have to stop.
FearWhat is fear exactly? an illusion of the mind?Fear12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a simple feeling felt when the future's hard to find?
I've heard of fears of spiders,snakes, and even death.
Some symptoms felt are quivers, and some shortness of breath.
But really, what is fear? No matter what its from?
I think that fear itself, is a fear of whats to come.
I find it really odd that fear's a fear itself.
If its a murderer in the night, or a spider on your shelf.
What happens if he shoots the gun? or the spider jumps at you?
What happens if you choose to run? or to kill it with a shoe?
Aren't these questions what makes us scared? What triggers fear inside?
I feel these feelings are the reason we have to run and hide.
Its simple yet it is complex, a spinning mind parade.
Is it possible to make these awful feelings fade?
Maybe yes, and maybe no, only time can tell.
But the fear of falling's not so bad, after you've gone and fell.
But then, the fear itself, is not what we so hate,
its the future that might change, that makes
WaitI waitWait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you to see
The person I am
Not you think I should be
But you just wish
That I would change
For better or worse
So no one is blamed
But I am just me
No one else
And never well be
I want to stand still
And watch the world fly by
I just want to stand here
Waiting so patient
For your reply
I just want to wait
For you to tell me
If you like me for me
Or the person I could be
I well just wait
For an answer
I'll never get
This isn't at all about meI know this girl who fell in love with a leech.This isn't at all about me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sucked her dry
then attached itself to her bones
and devoured her marrow.
and in the middle of the night it hatched into a moth
that was ugly on the inside
but still glowed in the dark.
I know this girl who died waiting to hatch too.
Please Come Home Soon [JOHNLOCK]Please Come Home Soon [JOHNLOCK]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Post Reichenbach, so I guess some spoiler warnings, though nothing direct. It's been months since Sherlock's death, and John still can't get his head around it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Sherlock or its rights; those belong to BBC and the actors. Thank you!
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Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock.
The name whirls around in Doctor John Watson's head until it disconnects itself from the face.
The face. Oh god, did John know that face.
The mop of curly dark brown hair which fell below the nape of the younger's neck. It was wild and untamed but the way it framed Sherlock's face did something to John that he couldn't describe. It made his breath hitch in his throat and the blood rush to his cheeks. It looked so beautiful and sophisticated.
His oddly angular yet beautiful jaw. John had planted so many kisses along that jaw on dark nig
Please be minei look at you and i continue to lookPlease be mine7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you look at me and you turn away
i frown how can you not tell i love you
i run home slam the door run to my room
i search for something i been looking for
i see my beautiful razor i take it and press it
to my ugly wrist stained with blood and cuts the
razor slides it's way across my wrist I deacate my cut to you
i wrote please be mine
StupidFox Contest EntryStupidFoxStupidFox Contest Entry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This article is about the animal. For information on the comic, see StupidFox.
The StupidFox (Vulpes bardus) is a small diurnal mammal found in the forests of the woodlands, and less commonly in the woods of the forestlands. The average StupidFox lives up to 10 years and weighs between 12 and 15 pounds (5 to 7 kilograms). While its most distinctive features are its Carrot orange fur coat and long, bushy tail, the StupidFox proclaims that its most flattering qualities are its roguish charm and debonair good looks.
Like most species of fox, the StupidFox is not a pack animal. It will typically live in a small family group until it begins to earn a living and pay for the first and last month deposit on its new den. At this point the StupidFox will begin to socialize with other animals, like the raccoon or rabbit, who reluctantly put up with his late night band practices and pl
Giving The Groom AwayThe groom was concentrating on what the minister was saying.Giving The Groom Away3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Molly looked away from her beloved Baz and glanced back at the tiny congregation. She spotted John and Greg, and smiled. It was hard keeping Sherlock’s secret from them but she was glad they’d both agreed to come.
Her turn for the vows. Deep breath.
“I, Molly, take you…”
“No, you don’t,” said a deep voice. “I wouldn’t recommend marrying Sebastian Moran.”
It all happened quickly then. Sebastian drew a gun. John and Greg grabbed him. A tall figure strode forward and disarmed him.
“Sorry,” said Sherlock. “I never could resist the dramatic.”
“You’re not dead,” said John.
And passed out.
The reception went ahead. Everyone needed a drink.
“So you see, Molly,” explained Sherlock excitedly, “Moran knew I was alive and was simply marrying you to get information.”
“Right,” said Mo
Not Rose - Ten/RoseRose and the doctor had taken a day off since the TARDIS needed refuelling and it was one of those Sundays that the doctor said was boring (that was nearly every Sunday). The doctor had decided to go and relax in the library and catch up on his books. Rose had only recently woken up as the phone had started to ring and it was a wakeup call.Not Rose - Ten/Rose3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The doctor shouted something across the corridor to Rose which sounded like 'Would you get that Rose?'. She nodded and rushed to the phone.
"Hello?" she answered the phone and waited for an reply. No one answered back and she waited a moment.
"Hello?" she repeated but only heard the echo of her own voice on the other side. She hang up on the caller and sat down on the console chair annoyed with the phone.
The doctor peeped his head around the library exit and saw Rose at the far end , who was sitting on the console chair. "Who was it?" he asked being loud as ever.
Rose sighed and looked back at him. "No one , there was no answer" she shouted back.