Game of Life English Lyrics (JubyPhonic P)My first life was so boring, just forget I mentioned itGame of Life English Lyrics (JubyPhonic P)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And my second seemed to let me do all of the things my first life didn't
Third life was a hateful man all poison to the bone
In my fourth, I played piano but just didn't have the eyes to read the notes
In my fifth life, I supported girls- of course, that wasn't all
My sixth life was corrupted though I guess it was a little fun
Seventh life I cried so much and all I did was mourn
In my eigth life, was so rich I could've bought the world and everything
In this life is a game played by a flaky God
He gambles every life
Try to escape
but you know the path you're on is game and set
See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools
Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules
See how he looks down on us like we're acting out a show
Throw the dice and let's see which head will roll...
By nine, I drew some manga but the deadlines left me dead
My tenth life was a teacher, as a pedo*****;I worked part time
Next life, what,
SorryI used to depend on you for my happiness.Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the times my heart would jump out of my chest.
When my body was declaring war on my defenseless soul.
In my darkest hour when nothing seemed to be looking up.
During the arguments when nothing could make me smile.
I depended on you.
desert soulsociety sweetheart, you comedesert soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with broom and holy water in hand
intent upon exorcising the contents of my closets
and sweeping out the dust of
my soul's a desert, darling,
and the sandstorms are unforgiving,
so spare your quiet cavalry.
some walls are best left standing, some graves
best left untilled.
Night and DayNight and DayNight and Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a masquerade,
Of graceful dances,
Night and Day
Are fantasies unknown
Woven into tapestries
Of open doors,
Of roads not taken.
Night and Day
Are feverish anticipations
Sown by dreamers
Reaped by workers
Night and Day
Are star-crossed friends
Despairs left unspoken
Tears to an angel
Night and Day,
A theater of lives,
Of friends, enemies
Hopes and dreams
To spiderweb the future
Tiger BurningThat Siberian wildernessTiger Burning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleak with Bosch existence,
emanates a disturbed finality
for a starved apparition.
Among the dried out patches
of frost bitten shrub;
white and black war paint,
as subtle as the gaping
maw of ethereal white,and the
stale-breath tirade of
numerous cawing tribes.
Home never felt so intolerant
for the passing specter,
searching for fortitude
beneath the carrion crows.
Those great weapons,
became tools of your own
ruin. Then, the upright
lit their blistering torches,
beneath an already sinking pelt.
Pain is no worry to your
golden gaze, that observes
for a while longer.
Nature is,for a time, something you
still live through, as a force
most beautiful and imposing.
Now terrible smoke
clouds those thoughts.
Coolness in the morning air absolves;
now there is no use in damning
cultures void, as the air expands
with the vulgar soot of a thousand images.
Oh Tiger, ferocious beauty,
Still burning, so brightly through
the blackness of their wings,
The Accident: Chapter OneIt was another beautiful day in Amity Park; only a week before Summer Vacation ends and school begins once more. So far today we: went swimming, played video games at Tucker's, and fooled around at the local mall. Sam, Tucker, and I stopped at my apartment-like house real quick before going to the last event that we had planned to do today; going to see the midnight showing of Dead Teacher III in theaters. I opened the front door into the livingroom, which Jazz was currently occuping, the coffee table covered with her homework (don't even ask me why she's doing homework during summer vacation).The Accident: Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Danny." Jazz said to me, her torquise eyes still on her book. Her torquise long sleeved shirt was crumbled up on her forearms due to the stuffiness in the livingroom. Her black pants hung and her squinty turquise shoes were on the floor besides the modern couch.
"Hey Jazz." I replied as I climbing up the stairs to go into my room. "I'll be in my room with Sam and Tu
I can hear youI can hear you.I can hear you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm completely insane.
I can see you.
Your gazes of envy
That I was always there.
I can feel you.
That I'm happy.
I can hear you,
I can see you,
I can feel you,
And I know you say
Say I'm crazy
But you're just jealous
And you know I'm not mad.
DevilI sit across from itDevil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a battle of wills
It smiles back at me
And gives me chills
Shall I listen?
Or shall I turn away?
But where would I go?
And it's saying it's okay
I sit across from it
With the thought of doom
I sit across from it
Locked in my mind's room.
These Little ButterfliesThese Little Butterflies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These butterflies on my arm
Six for the people I love
They'll never die,
These butterflies on my arm.
These winged creatures
Six for all my friends
They'll live long,
These winged creatures.
These marker doodles
Six for myself
They'll keep me happy,
These marker doodles.
These butterflies on my arm
Six for the people I love
And for all my friends
And for myself
They'll live long
And they'll keep me happy,
These little marker butterflies.
HazelI look into those eyes, what I see scares me.Hazel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't find what I need,
I find reality.
Conditional love fills my Father's eyes.
Love, only applicable when I am
what is wanted,
what was imagined,
and what is expected.
And I'm not.
I'll love him, when he can't love me.
The Change Part TwoBut he could not bring himself to drain her. Just something about her seemed to pull at his heart a little, well...one long dead. Eldritch removed his fangs from her neck, licking the two marks of the excess blood. The wounds had healed beneath his tongue. He lifted her frail, limp body into his arms, brushing the black locks away from her beautiful face. He found himself fascinated by the fact he hadn't killed her, due to the fact he hated humans. Their weak bodies disgusted him, but hers was anything but. Although he enjoyed her fear, there was something else he felt, he couldn't quite put a name to it yet. He shook his head, clearing his mind of thought. No, he just had to get away from here before the guards of Braekon found him. They would most likely see the monster in him, and use their magic to burn him. Since, after all, his skin was highly flammable.The Change Part Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He proceeded to carry the young girl through the forest, mindful of the faint light at the edge of the sky that warned him of s
Letter To A Killer WhaleDearest Orca, long has it beenLetter To A Killer Whale3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since we last enjoyed the pleasure
Of each other's companionship
What oceanic adventures
Have taken place in the years past?
Have you new verse to harmonize?
Maybe a ballad describing
How secretive are the sea's depths,
Or perhaps an epic poem
About your hunting endeavors?
Wait, I forgot, your melodies
Transcend anything words can do
But that should not stop our friendship
I still want to enjoy the charm
Of your symphonic poetry.
darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
Children of the Pied PiperChildren of The Pied PiperChildren of the Pied Piper5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once a upon a time there was a small town that faced a rather gruesome dilemma. The town had become infested with rats who made life unbearable for the poor citizens. Their prayer for help was answered in the form of a jolly young man who offered a guaranteed method of removing the rats, for a fee of course. The desperate citizens gladly consented, but much to their great surprise, his secret method, although effective, was the simple act of playing his pipe. The music appeared to hypnotize the rats, and as he skipped out of the town, the rats all began to follow him until he and the rats disappeared far beyond the borders of the town. Soon, the man came strolling back up to the gate, now with the rats far behind him, ready to collect his fee from the townspeople.
However, much to his disgust, they insulted his integrity as a businessman by refusing to pay on the grounds that his method had been far too simple. The man vowed revenge on the town and that very
Still WaterYears ago, they sayStill Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two lovers, hands joined, jumped
From the rocks above the pool
Sealing a marriage that could never be
Falling, the water drank them down
Swallowed their thoughts, their dreams
Their joined hands, joined hearts, joined hopes
And the little life, curled tight
In her smooth, barely-swollen belly
Father, mother, child, all caught and cradled
In the cold, deep dark.
Now, hanging over the railing
by the edge of the rocks
Father, mother, and a child of four or five
Who drops stones from one small hand
Listening for the echoes of the splashes.
A pause, at the end of a long summer walk,
To rest weary feet, before the long drive back
To a city home, all tarmac, metal, glass.
'Just one more,' the mother says, and the child,
Laughing, leans out over the railing
A dark-green pebble caught between small, warm fingers.
Warm sun, green leaves, cool water
Deep and dark and secret, almost still
Silence, and a ring of spreading ripples
And the dying echo of a child's laughter.
Letter To BragaWhispers in the back of my mindLetter To Braga3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunting my thoughts throughout the day
Poetic words stabbing my ear
Is it you, Braga, who whispers
So that only I can hear you
Demanding scribbles on the page?
Thousands of years ago, the Norse
Called you the god of poetry
Or are you really an angel
Of the Lord, causing words to form
On the tongues and dark hearts of men
And you were misinterpreted?
You are but one incarnation
Of the poetic flicker
Found within the human spirit
As manifested within me
Braga, you are not my passion,
But rather, my insanity.
Falling UpHe knows that she is fragileFalling Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just as surely as he knows that the moon rises at night.
It's what draws him near. Perhaps
what keeps him from letting go.
Running away from what she didn't need.
But held onto anyway.
It was all she had.
Memories broken into pieces like seashells
sprawled onto the sheets of the bed she made.
They say you have to lay in it
So she thinks.
And she does, late at night.
When the moon and sky kiss
In the way she remembered he would kiss her.
Burn her. Hot to the touch
But cold as he drowned her.
These were the memories she held close
Among other treasurers, she'd hoarded them.
Keeping old copper pennies and torn photographs
hoping that one day they would be valuable.
She hopes someday she will be too.
He peeled off her protective layers,one by one.
Grimacing at the effort it took to unravel them.
Crude and jagged letters
spelling out an unprecedented truth.
Because all in all, they are. End over end.
And they can't be
The Change Part ThreeHe awoke to the coolness of night, sitting up in his large bed. A small thought pulled at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite remember it. He swung his feet over the edge of his bed, jumping off onto his feet. After exiting the room the thought rose to the surface of his mine. The girl...After hurriedly rushing to the room and jumping into the "cellar" through the hidden door, he strode to the door of her cell. He knew she wouldn't be able to see him, even though he could see her clear as day. As he stopped in front of the metal caging, he saw her crumpled form on the ground. To a human, it might of looked as if she was asleep. But he could tell she was just too weak to wan't to move.The Change Part Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He retrieved the metal keys and unlocked the door, leaving them in the hole as he walked in. He studied her slim figure, noticing she appeared underfed. He blinked, wondering why he cared. She's just a human, he thought, her problems don't matter. He moved over and scooped her into his arms, notic
RevolverOne bullet.Revolver3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My whole life changed.
The Nutcase SuiteBarry danced and twirled, the tutu fluttering unenthusiastically above his hairy man legs. Prance, prance, pirouette, he danced across the stage. He wasn’t on top form—even he’d admit it—but this was just a rehearsal. The real performance would come tomorrow night.The Nutcase Suite3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Barry was proud to think that he’d worked his way up from the bottom. He’d built the stage. He’d swept it. Soon, he would perform. “Soon,” he said aloud, “I will be a star!”
“Not if you flap your arms around like that, you won’t,” came a voice from the audience.
“Shut up, Craig!” shouted Barry. “You don’t know nothing about nobody! I’m gonna be a superstar ballerina! You’ll see!”
“Fair enough, your footwork’s getting better,” said Craig, more diplomatically, “but you definitely should watch your arms. Move them nicely, gracefully.”