You And IYou And I2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"No matter what happens
Even when the sky is falling down
I'll promise you
That i'll never let you go"
You, cuando me caigo
Me sostienes con una sonrisa y esa mirada inrrompible
And you, cuando se las fuerzas se me agotan
Tu una vez más vienes, me coges la mano y me dices que todo se va a arreglar
Puede que yo no haya hecho nada por tí
Pero por eso hoy te canto esta canción
Tonight, en tus ojos, tras esa sonrisa
Puedo ver todo ese sufrimiento que ha sido protegerme
You and I together it's huts feels so right
Aún cuando te digo adiós, mi mundo sigues siendo tu
You and I together nunca dejes ir mis manos
Nunca despedidas, mi mundo sigues siendo tu y siempre lo serás
You, nuestro amor cambiará
Como el de los otros poco a poco pero porfavor no te entristezcas
And you, como un cercano amigo
Solo puedes creer en mi, confiar en mi
I promise you that i'll be right here, baby
Puede que yo no haya hecho nada por tí
Pero por eso hoy te canto esta canci
Devilicious - Beyond BirthdayDevilicious - Beyond Birthday4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Em nome do vício, música de amor cadavérica
Se está precisando de um vilão, baby eu sou sua barbie
Tanto apodrecendo nas asas da luz ou deslizando pro inferior
vamos criar outro mito para você
vamos deixar uma lembrança, como sua tatuagem
minhas mãos se dirigem para baixo, tornando-se depravadas
Seu corpo na minha boca, DEVILICOUS
Em nome da carne, em nome da devassidão
a mágica distorcida em renda preta amarrada por todo meu corpo
O menu de hoje cobre uma multidão de pecados
Não pense que eu sou um anjo só porque tenho asas
Amo esse órgão baby, mas não você
Vendo seus lábios pretos se tornarem azul pálido
Vaporize o laquê deslize suavemente sentindo-se audacioso
Seu corpo na minha boca, DEVILICIOUS
Evil evil evil evil
... Eu preciso de um vilão (a-ha)
Pelo seu amor e devoção, eu quero o que tem de sórdido
Você traz todo o ódio por mim mesmo de d
Ask Ciel [ON HIATUS]Ask Ciel [ON HIATUS]2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alright, I was going to answer this via camera..
but I can't find it. xD
So, I'm gonna do this another way.
So, ask Ciel anything you want, and he'll answer.
There's no limit, and no rules, so ask away! :3
Broken wings won't flyBroken wings won't fly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain inside me makes me,
tells me who I really am.
In silence I suffer, locked myself up
to feel the peace I once had.
I got strangled in my thoughts.
I know that what is left only is to suffocate.
They take my breath away slowly
only there to share the fear.
And i'm all that is left.
I cannot tell what is fake and what is real.
Caught in my own world
I spread my wings they hit the walls
Take my broken wings
Let me learn to fly again
and teach me how to swim
bring me please my speech
now matter how long I stumble and stutter
let me fall
because the pain inside me makes me,
tells me who I will become.
Coming Out 8th Grade YearComing Out3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Can I ask you something?"
My heart was pounding.
She was staring at me with all the love she held for me right there in the palm of my hand. I had the choice to destroy it or build it up. I didn't want to make the wrong choice so I worded my sentence carefully, trying not to step on toes that could be unseen in our conversation. I felt something clench on the inside of my chest, knowing this was my nerves bugging me. I was worried.
"Mum, I...I think I like girls."
Finally my confession was out but instead of relief I felt a strange tightening on my stomach and heart. This wasn't the feeling I was supposed to get. I looked away from her, worried about her reaction, realizing that maybe this wasn't one of the people I should have told.
"What do you mean you like girls? As friends or more?"
Again my chest tightened, I could barely breathe.
"You know how you like Dad? That's how I feel about girls."
I looked back at her and assessed her reaction. She s
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
What Is Love?Is love just one look and you instantly know they're the one?What Is Love?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You falling for someone at first sight?
You're completely captivated by their beauty and presence?
You feel this infatuation you can't deny with all your might?
Is love always needing to be by their side?
Because any moment without them isn't worth living?
Because it pains you to see them go?
Because you don't feel whole when you're not touching?
Is love wanting to kiss them every moment,
Of every minute, of every hour, of every day for the rest of eternity?
Is love yearning to hold them close to you,
For what feels like infinity?
Is love certainty?
Or is it immediate?
Is love knowing you want to spend the rest of your life with them?
Well, maybe it is. But here's my theory:
Love is getting to know someone over time.
You look at them and you have no idea what lies ahead.
You're still willing to take that leap of faith for them.
You might end up denying it at some point, but eventually, it needs
Stop CryingPlease don't cry;Stop Crying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate seeing you cry.
I wish you had someone to hold you-
someone to wipe away your tears-
someone with a shoulder for you to cry on.
I wish I knew how to make you feel better.
I wanna tell you that you don't deserve this,
but I'm not quite sure I believe that anymore.
You're a bad person;
you treat everybody horribly-
you don't care about anyone.
No, stop crying.
I can't stand to see your tears anymore;
I can't handle seeing you like this.
I like to pretend that you and I aren't the same,
but when I hit the mirror in front of me,
I can see you pull your fist back in pain too.
I hate you;
I hate seeing you like this.
When I turn away from the mirror,
My InsanityPeople often tell their depression storiesMy Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laced with taunts
And name calling
Hatred directed at them
Torturous school hours
By my story isn't like that
My terrors are inside my head
Terrible insecurities sliding around
Locked in the crevices of my brain
Lost in everyone's stress
Even when I'm smiling, it's there
On my shoulder
Sitting at the kitchen table with me
My ink is the blood of my mind
Crumpled cries for helps
I tell if you ask
The perfect lie
The perfect cover
For my insanity
Dear God, I had a dreamDear God, I had a dream.Dear God, I had a dream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen.
We were underneath a violet sky,
Made only for her and I.
God, if you could grant me a wish,
There's only one, it's only this,
Make that dream a reality,
She's the only one who means anything to me.
But I know I'll have work towards it.
I can pay this time, it'll all be worth it.
But God, please give us the heart,
We're hurt, and it's all still so far...
God, why'd you create man and woman?
Polar opposites, what's the point of it?
They say the reason's Adam and Eve,
For one purpose, only born to meet...
God, only you know how I feel,
Every word I say to her is real.
Why can nobody else see,
How much she means to me?
Maybe man and women were intended...
But maybe some of us are different.
If it weren't meant any other way,
Then why does her presence make my day?
God, it really hurts to see,
These people who've given up around me.
Lost the motivation to keep going,
In effect, they stunt love's bud from growing.
WonderingsWonderings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to wonder.
Just let any thoughts
I've had recently
Flow through my head.
They can be good
Or they can be bad.
They can be cheery
Or they can be sad.
It really doesn't matter
If it's a thought I've had.
Some thoughts I'll remember
Others I won't
Some I wish I didn't have
And others I just don't.
But enough of this jibberjabber.
The fact of the matter
Is that my mind will rot
If all it's taught
Is to sit around
With no ideas to be found.
Or if pointless rhymes
Waste my time.
So releasing it's shackles
I let it run free
Trying so hard
To make words fit
But simply accepting the fact
That some things
Aren't meant to flow perfectly
Are meant to be wondered about.
That's why sometimes
I like to wonder.
get higher.our song came on today. you know,get higher.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one that i showed you right before you kissed me
for the first time. but you probably
don't remember. and that's okay,
because i'm going to smile at our good times
and everytime you whispered something in my ear and asked me
what i was thinking about. we were a hidden object,
a lost puzzle piece
and it was amazing, and i don't think
it could have gone any better while it lasted.
i won't be crying any more tears because it just doesn't
seem to matter anymore.
i hate the things you did to me. well, no, that's a lie.
i loved the things you did to me. you held me and you
called me yours, and you kissed me with lips that
i never thought could exist. you were my shade from the sun
and my smile in the morning.
i ache to remember, i long to
forget, i live to love once more. i'll watch you
take another drag of the joint that we call
life, and the clouds of smoke will erase your
DepressionI am the darkness that smothers your mind,Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Devouring your hopes and dreams
As you sleep.
As you sleep I invade
Your mind with bittersweet nightmares,
Planting the seeds.
The seeds of death,
Cultivating them until they are ripe for plucking,
And you deliver yourself into the reaper's soft arms.
Because it's easier there than in your mind.
Than in your life.
To escape the darkness.
Escape the ridicule.
The names they shout at you.
Because you're not special
You're not anything.
What's the point of being happy?
It'll only hurt all the more when that happiness is snatched away.
What's the point of having hope,
Burning like a candle in your chest?
Because some harsh reality will only come and pinch the wick,
And then that dream will gutter,
Gutter and splutter,
Come to me.
And I'll protect you.
I'll save you from vicious demons.
Demons like happiness, hope and love.
Fall into my arms,
Pandora never opened any box,
Because hiding with me was safest.
I'll Be OkayI'll say I'm okay.I'll Be Okay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll smile.
I'll wipe my tears
And suck it up.
I'll replace my mask,
All for you, all of you.
This is what you want, right?
Or have the words
come out wrong again?
I'll laugh at my
Little break down.
But be honest,
Do you really want this?
I'll slip back into pretending
All for you people.
I'm breaking inside
You all delivered the final blow
Things I can't say,
I can''t do,
Get tangled as I
Try my hardest
To keep you happy.
My heart can't take this.
It's like you can't read the signs.
They scream "Fragile!" but you
Treat me as if I'm still strong
Figure it out!
"I'll be okay."
Is that what you want me to say?
Where Dreamers Go To DieStocking shelves with ketchup like old men stock wine cellars,Where Dreamers Go To Die3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fondly remembering good friends with each bottle slid into place,
Fondly remembering their wives and their children,
Fondly remembering their funerals.
It's hard to say why I feel the way I do.
Most likely an overreaction -
The only type I seem to have as of late.
It's as if this place is an affirmation of all my fears,
With dirty plates and clinking cutlery,
With fake smiles and false laughter,
With the way that,
When that uniform is donned on,
I cease to be human,
And I commence life as a living machine.
This is the cage in which I'll be trapped if my aspirations fall flat.
This is the place dreamers go to die.
National Day of Silence- Tip of the HatNational Day of Silence- Tip of the Hat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can only be a 'tomboy' for so long.
I'm at the stage between the two.
Isn't tomboy-ish just a phase?
As a kid I was quite girly,
Am I making up for lost days?
Mom thinks it's in my mind,
but my friends know it's true, this,
meanwhile I'm stuck in between the two,
Is it being 'me' or being 'boyish' something I will miss?
The school's big dance is coming close,
I'm forced to wear a dress,
I think of all the trouble I've caused for me,
Gosh, I've created such a mess.
I've gotten TOO boyish;
like one I've even started thinking.
It's a secret people don't need to know,
It's ME on the inside it will be killing.
But on the good side, my friends still love me,
for who I am inside and out,
and yes I am so happy,
at the thought I want to shout.
"My friends love me, even though I'm trans!
no need to keep it inside me,
and this is my life I want to try,
and ONLY me I want to be!"
And so this is my poem,
my way of saying 'it's okay,'
for yes, I am like you,
I'm being silent in my own way.
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,The Hidden Truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.
She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,
To forget the regrets that she once commit.
She is, she was, an angelic child,
Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.
She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,
Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.
She tries, she wishes to again be so her,
A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
Silent TearsMore painful are the silent tearsSilent Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than the desolate moans
Petty are the pained groans,
And they just seem more so when you're grown
But crying silently
Can often be
For no one comes to comfort me
When I'm alone in the dark and they cannot see
That I didn't get better-I just got better at hiding my sorrow
Better at acting like I don't dread each tomorrow
Can they really not tell how much I'm hurting?
Or are they afraid to admit
That it is most definitely NOT okay
My misery's well hidden but it hasn't gone away
I'll just fake a smile and die inside all the while
It seems sadness is here to stay
The Lost HeroShe is so sick of,The Lost Hero2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Every morning she wakes up
All around her, she sees despair
She doesn't want to live another day
Every night she cried
As she saw, all her friends fall
One by one, they gave up the fight
Now she wants to end it all
I had lost all the hope
All my dreams for the future
Were washed away,
in the rain of yesterday
I've been watching over you
For how long,
I've lost count
I don't even know,
who I am anymore
She turns the gun down
She chose to be the hero
To save the ones still around
She chose to be the hero
As the glass shattered over her head
And tore her body apart
Obsessions.I close my eyes.Obsessions.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all I see is you.
I feel your fingers on my skin.
And it burns.
I can't sleep because you're there,
It has to stop.
Take the poison dagger to heart.
Sealing all the pain within.
Nothing more to come of it.
Obsession at it's end.
I close my eyes
but you're still there.
I feel your breath
I can't scream, my breath is caught.
it terrifies me.
Chilling every fibre.
Take the poison dagger to heart.
Sealing all the pain within.
Nothing more to come of it.
Obession at it's end.
Steal a glance,
I see you there.
Why do you do this to me?
Taking everything of me.
If you love me
you would not.
You would not hurt me like this.
But yet you do.
Take the poison
Drink it in.
No more fear.
The Story Of A GirlYou see there was this girl,The Story Of A Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who no one really knew.
She had a small voice,
She was invisible to you.
But you see this girl's voice,
It wasn't as small as it seemed.
Inside she was screaming,
Waiting to be released.
And although she looked ok,
It was only on the outside.
It was on the inside you see,
She felt pain and loss of pride.
This girl you see,
Oh what and exceptional actress!
She could fool anyone,
All without practice.
You see it was those scars,
Oh those pesky little things!
They were a challenge to hide,
But she managed to cover them you see.
It was unfortunate this girl,
She had had enough.
She had wished for so many things,
But now she has given up.
If only this girl,
Wasn't as small as she was.
The things she could accomplish,
The goals she could get done.
You see there was this girl,
Who no one could really see.
And what would you say,
If I told you that girl was me?
BrokenBroken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a knife in your hand and I watch warily from where I'm trapped.
You saunter closer to me, cooing that you'll never harm me; I drink up every word like a thirsty man.
You bring the knife up closer to me and I react; you just say everything will be fine.
Yet again, I believe your lies.
The blade cuts into my skin and I cry out; you press your finger to my lips and mutter that I'll enjoy this.
You continue to cut until you open my chest wide enough to reach inside and rip my heart out.
You pull back and we look at it feverously pumping in your hand.
A twisted smile dawns your mouth and you squeeze; I scream in pain and you continue to do so, adding your knife to the mix.
Finally, you have enough and toss my broken h
Fake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a bouquet of fake plastic flowers today.
Their petals were made from rough, cheap fabric.
Their leaves were unevenly painted a sickly shade of olive,
And peeling off their stems.
The stems themselves were an unnatural green,
With an equally unnatural plastic sheen.
And they had obvious seams.
Harsh, stark, lines down the middle,
Branding them, beyond a doubt,
As cheap replicas.
They were falling apart, worn out, sad, and positively ugly.
But I noticed something else about the flowers.
From a distance,
The plastic sheen turned into a healthy luster,
The rough fabric became soft,
The uneven paint transformed into tricks of the light,
And they were more beautiful and perfect than any real flowers could ever be.