BloodlustBloodlust5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
it sucks to lose track of important things.You're missing the point.it sucks to lose track of important things.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not about "emotionally unstable."
It's not about "lonely" or "sad."
It's not about "depression," even.
It sure as hell isn't about "love." as far as I'm concerned love can go fuck itself.
oh, wouldn't that be ironic?
What it's about is the fact that people need something to live for.
People need something to live for.
and you were my "thing"and then you got lost.
and it's not like you came with a warranty.
Nobody will noticeMarch 22-Nobody will notice3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I believe I see the world through a glass wall, or box. I think box fits better. I think I'm pounding on the walls and they pass me, only to lay an empty compliment or a weak smile in my presence and continue to walk past my cage.
I scream. I wish I had a friend. I wish I could punch the lights out of some people. I am restricted. Save my soul!
Lies, lies, lies. Ignore, ignore, ignore.
A cycle of revolution rolls through my mind once again. I will break free.
To you, and I know who you are, I begin by taping this to my desk.
You know who you are. When you receive this message, I will have escaped, and nobody will have noticed
I still don't know, loveWhite flakes decorate what's left of my hair underneath the cotton cap I wear. My cheeks are now burgundy, mixed in with a touch of confusion and dismay. I'd also say weakness from many things. I feel sick as the cold touches the weakness of my heart and I hold his arm tighter as he walks forward.I still don't know, love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyebrows tighten and his eyes furrow with dismay. He watches the last of my hair blow into the white scene. He kisses my forehead and suddenly I feel better.
"How are you?" I love his voice, he always sounds like he's whispering me to sleep.
"I- I... can stand..." I look at him with my bravest and happiest face but he always knows better.
HalloweenHalloween we can pretendHalloween4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm done with pretending
As we have Breakfast club moments in cars
And Edward Scissorhands is knocking at the door
[just leave just leave just leave]
And your car seems so much
More conventional than mine but
Is there love in either anymore?
[i mean from me to you or
you to me]
Pushing and shoving will get you
But an empty hand and an empty street
[no one likes when disney characters are crying]
I feel so wrong
And yet so right
Because you don't really love me anymore
[but you think you do]
And so can we both just
[last night i had no prince charming
only a psychopathic k
Dream BoatDream Boat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sail away past the stars,
Where no one can hurt me,
On an iridescent boat,
It's timbers seeming to
Shine with every color
As the water parts
Against its prow.
The night is quiet
As I lay there,
And I relax and rest,
For there I am safe.
And there everything
Seems perfect, and everlasting.
There a tear is never shed,
Nor words said in anger.
There is love humbly shared,
And proven faithful.
And then without a sound,
The illusion brakes as
Light creeps o'er the horizon,
And I feel the bitterness
Of another dream lost
To this flawed reality.
Song in the SilenceSong in the Silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silence is deep,
Not a breath,
Not a sound.
The silence of anticipation,
It begs for satisfaction,
A wishful voice,
Though not a voice at all.
Then out of the silence,
I hear a sound,
A single note,
Simple yet sweet,
It reverberates through the hall.
Then another comes in,
A perfect fourth,
Its voice a triumphant call.
One by one more come in,
Their voices echoing off the walls,
And harmony is found.
Then melody comes in
And awes the crowd
With her graceful steps
And angelic voice.
She dances 'cross the stage,
A whirl of brilliant color,
Capturing every gaze.
Then with a flash of light,
The last note pl
Tarea Marzo RREl chico canoso miraba distraído el techo, pensando que pasaría si este se cayera y fuera de crema cuando solo él estuviese en el salón.Tarea Marzo RR1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pero la pregunta del profesor lo hizo despertar de su sueño y mirar a quien hablaba respondiendo la pregunta relacionada al plátano y el condón.
La chica puso el preservativo en el plátano y luego hablo.
- sirven para protegerse al momento de las relaciones, así no se traen cosas pequeñas al mundo
Miro a la rubia volver a su asiento, junto a el y le dijo un poco alto para que oyeran los mas cercanos a ellos
-¿a ti se te olvido o no lo usaron
Am I?Am I really in love?Am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
or is it all a dream?
Am I beautiful?
or just an average girl?
Am I intelligent?
or just putting on a show?
Am I your friend?
or do you just put up with me?
Am I being myself?
or trying to please others?
Am I trustworthy?
or do you tiptoe around me?
Am I talented?
or just the same as you?
Am I unique?
or do I have nothing special about me?
Am I courageous?
or just in hiding?
Am I even human?
or am I nothing?
Freak ShowI did it again.Freak Show1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let the blade fall down my arms,
let the blood fall to the floor.
I hope it makes you happy.
I hope it made your fucking day.
"Stop being such a freak show"
Is that all I am to you?
Just your freaky little tax deduction.
No wonder I'm gone.
"you're so selfish,"
You began, and then said
"what is everyone going to think of me when they see that?"
You make me seem like an accessory.
"All you're doing is looking for attention"
God, I wish you would leave me alone.
I just want to be myself for a change.
I'm sick of trying to impress everyone.
I just want to impress myself.
"Yeah, all those friends you h
Matters of The HeartMy heart is unusual,Matters of The Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
similar to a rose.
It's rough around the edges,
but delicate below.
My heart is unusual,
it stays deep within,
when in reality it's just,
beneath flesh and skin.
My heart is unusual,
too bitter for it's age,
and one too many people believe,
that it cannot change.
My heart is unusual,
it holds love for everyone,
and I try to express it all,
through my poetry and songs.
My heart is unusual,
it seems as hard as stone,
but if you chisel your way in,
you'll find a girl so alone.
My heart is unusual,
it hardly ever skips a beat,
it keeps a steady rhythm,
yet still is controlling me.
My heart is unusual,
Acoustics, Artists, and AlcoholIf my life were a love songAcoustics, Artists, and Alcohol1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It would be set to the tempo of your heartbeat
Sung in the melody of your skin
Played in the key of your laugh
If my life were a painting
It would be laid on the canvas of your hands
The paint the color of your eyes
The brushes made from the whispers of your soul
If my life were a drink
It would taste of the warmth of your embrace
Its smell as sweet as your touch
Its effect that of your lips on mine
But even the most intricate of tunes
Even the most vibrant of artwork
Even the most intoxicating of drinks
Will never rival the blinding beauty that is your smile
Trials of Writer's BlockNo wordsTrials of Writer's Block1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my throat.
Clogs their pathway
To my pen
To my paper.
Why is this so hard?
They're just words.
All you have to do
Is reach down
Into your throat
Near your heart
Rip them from your soul.
But I can no longer find it.
Right at my core.
It's dried up.
Is blocking my path
As I walk
And I bend to scrape at it.
El origen de Ragon RoseEl origen de Ragon Rose1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Ragon & Rose
Antes del correr del tiempo existio un gran reino rodeado por la inmensidad del mar, incomunicado con los demas reinos que estaban separados por horas de distancia se enfoco en crecer solo.
Un hombre esperaba orgulloso a su heredero que estaba a punto de nacer y en la sala medica la madre era atendida rapidamente por mas de una persona. Su dolor aumentaba segundo a segundo y existia el riesgo de que la mujer
The BreakupThe BreakupThe Breakup4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Its Over I stated, glancing to the side. I stared at the carved up desks because I couldnt look at him; I didnt want to see his face. The face that I used to love and cherish, become distorted with pain and a sudden wave of sadness. The seconds ticked by with no response. I was sure that he must have taken the news badly but I mustered up the courage to turn my head in his direction. I was glancing up through my eyelashes with a frown. I knew that if I stared at him straight in the face, I'd break down. I didnt want to do that.
UtahDreams being crushed by the secondUtah4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts collapsing every day
The land of lost hopes is real
and in this country's heart
when you arrive
just be kind to yourself
and leave dreams behind
a land of despair is real
and much too close for comfort
The one I love is trapped there
and I'm reaching out a hand
to pull him close to me
For out there will only kill him
and I cant let that be
So come my love
So come to me
A breakupA thought,A breakup6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A broken heart,
A taunting memory,
A vision of you,
A vision of me,
A vision of us.
The fighting 69thLead into battle,The fighting 69th8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the state in their return,
still battle bravely,
the fighting 69th.
Too many to name,
Many good irish men did engage,
under the colors,
of the fighting 69th.
At Gettysburg they did fight,
Wilderness their enemies feared them
At Spottsylvania they tore through resistance
and at Petersburg they did triumph.
Every salute should be given,
to the brave men who give their lives,
i think back to them,and respectully remark,
they wont be forgotten,
those fighting 69th!
Are Anime and Cosplaying Anti-Christian?Are cosplaying (a form of dressing up in Asian culture) anti-Christian? And is it acceptable to Catholics?Are Anime and Cosplaying Anti-Christian?4 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Not only that, but is it acceptable to the normal, everyday child?
Cosplaying, or costume-play, is an activity inspired by Asian culture, so to say.
Quote from Wikipedia: "Cosplay (コスプレ kosupure?), short for "costume play", is a type of performance art in which participants wear costumes and accessories to represent a specific character or idea."
Cosplayers often dress up as their favourite character from an anime, manga (Japanese comic), or even a film. It is a fun practice that involves picking a charact
What is it?What is it?4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it about your broken smile?
The crimson scars?
Your broken heart?
To me, you shine.
Yet you don't seem to notice.
I love how you make me strong,
Because you're strong too.
We make the perfect two.
You're my super hero,
Coming in to save my day.
You've fixed a broken girl,
Picked her up,
Wiped away her tears.
You've shown me that there's nothing to fear,
As long as you're by my side, that is.
We'll run away from our pasts.
Together, this happiness will last.
You're beautiful, you know?
Did I mention that,
But, what is it about you,
That takes my pain away?
.Were We Not MarionettesI bend.Were We Not Marionettes4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
arms a graceful
bridge of mourning—
rippling plains of remembrance.
(but at least we remember)
I lean beside
heaps of wood
in time to blurry
and irises plead
only as allowed: