Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
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I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Dancing On the CloudsDancing on the cloudsDancing On the Clouds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve always yearned to try
Leave my world behind
Seek sanctuary in the sky
To be one with the birds,
Forever free to roam
To move like the wind,
Have but the heavens for my home
To embrace the moon,
Oh, what I wouldn’t give
Amid the flaming stars,
That is where I long to live
How can you catch a cloud?
In spite of your beseech,
The dreams you dream the most
Are the ones farthest from your reach
The Peace SeekerThe Peace Seeker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Peace Seeker
Whispers that no one hears
The world is deaf from despair
The sun becomes my throne
As I watch reality become undone
Someone can be another person's hero
If only love existed
Dusk will break with a darker tomorrow
Another day of being two-faced
Every second- a promise is broken
Every minute- a tear is taken
Every hour- a smile is forced
Every day- a child is born
I stitch my mouth shut / I finally had enough
Silence is my sin / Truth is my friend
Seal my eyes wide / Lies can finally hide
I will witness no evil / I will force another smile
Anyone can be someone's demon
Because greed insists it
Peace is not real to a planet of villains
Needs cannot be resisted
Every chance- wrongs replace rights
Every opportunity- delusions will ignite
Every wish- is for more of the same
Every hope- is for someone else to blame
Screams that will echo on
The voices of war will succumb
The moon becomes my beacon
As I await for the answers I'm seeking
fire and ice.i am from the world that ends in fire and ice.fire and ice.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am from light and darkness, volcano and ash, living and dead. i am from all the words i've left unsaid, from the silence that speaks louder than the path i tread. i am from the poetry that i refuse to write, from the spaces between phrases that never turn out right.
i am from the one a.m. phone ringing, from "i love you, be okay." i am from the lungs that keep breathing, the heart that keeps beating as the ropes begin to fray.
i am from the earthquakes that pull california to the sea, from the arizona shore burning back at me. i am from a place i call home but have never truly known, from inside of the cage where my childhood played but never truly stayed.
i am from a tripping rhythm of self-expression, from quiet hunger and manic depression, in constant digression and possession and obsession and repression.
i am from electric oceans, oceans and oceans and oceans, repetition and repetition, the same words that spill over from my mind ea
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.I Have Walked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
I Of YouI want you to breakI Of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and never bend for me,
see my history
spiderweb your brilliance
till you belong to me
(and I, to you)
utterly and forever
you cannot stop this.
fumesthe talkfumes3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
AloneDo you know what it means to be alone? Had no friends, no social life, and no normal family? Deidara knew. It hurts... actually it hurts like hell. Like every time you thought about it - feel sharp pain in the chest. Anger, sadness, envy is your constant emotions and you can't get away from them. Other people do not see it, because of the mask. A shell of happy teenager, pretending that everything is all right, but it is not. Then nobody saw him, smile disappear from face and he became nobody again. Sometimes he felt like a doll beautiful outside, empty inside and so easy to break.Alone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deidara sighed looking into the ceiling of his dark room. Today was one of his misery days, one of the bad ones, when he can't pretend anymore. He had them time to time. Then his emotions burst out and all defenses shatter. He just had to let it out and then everything will be back to normal. Deidara sat on the bed and turn on music. That helped him to relax heavy sound of guitars, d
Decayed at bestThe beating of my heart,Decayed at best5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is pounding in my brain.
Like a hammer constantly colliding
into a brick wall.
The hard shell of my body
only amplifies the sounds all,
because I am empty.
In the midst of a lone night,
I have the same dreams.
For the images are like a movie
set on replay.
In this blurry depths on my thoughts,
these demons,these fears.
All have twitching fingers.
They touch my belly button,
and press into my skin.
And sink and stay.
They hide and bubble in my core.
The hairs on my flesh all rise,
the blood in my veins run twenty below.
And though, I may try to escape,
Though, I may scream until my lungs give out,
Though,I may run until both of my legs
are snapped into broken hard bones.
I know now, there's no way of waking up .
An Undeserved PunishmentMy head is a prison;An Undeserved Punishment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My emotions the shackles.
I am it's prisoner,
The sole resident.
Kept under ward.
The shackles chain me;
Hope pulling for freedom,
And doubt tugging to stay.
Love, clawing at handcuffs.
Shame locking them tight;
Deep inside this lonely cell.
The warden condemning a crime;
What did I ever commit...?
ChangeProgress -Change3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a simple act
the art of moving on
suddenly snatched away again
without a friend or net
suddenly lifted to the sky
Wind born poet
nestled into the clouds
words the only safe place you know
trick of the light
hurtling into the sun
an impossible position
only an act
you are on a trapeze
relentless fall of acrobats
Bipolar DisorderSuffering from bipolar disorder doesn't end on ups and downs. It doesn't even end on being better than a god and being worse than a trash. There are things that aren't mentioned very often, but they still waits in a corner of your mind to pin you up to the ground when you're out of a focus for a moment. It clicks in you and repeats itself again, again, again, FUCKING AGAIN until you want to scream your brain out. You want to run away and sometimes you run - chased by the shadows, you choke for a breath in a dark, but you find out that the air is poisoned. You can't escape from yourself.Bipolar Disorder4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The thoughts are so loud that you wonder why the others can't hear them. They scream in your head, they explode with a power of a destructive bomb and yet you're thrown brutally to the ground, defensless, beaten up. That's one of the hell's rings.
But come with me, let's go deeper into that.
An insomnia. The restless nights spent on doing your own head in and going crazy in your own closed world. Your o
Leave me aloneLeave me alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Retreating to the isolation inside my room
curling up in a blanket of misery
Memories replay and corrupt my peaceful slumber
"You're not good enough."
"You disgust me."
"Nobody cares about you."
Tears stream down my mask
The negative thoughts have made the positive evanesce
I just want to be left
DeceptionThe dawn has brought with it insecurityDeception4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An empty aching feeling that I am failing
Failing them, failing you
Destined to fail at all I do.
My sanity feasting
At a cold sterile table.
The mirror lies when it sees me
Reflecting what the world can see.
You will find I'm cheaper.
Scarred and disfigured
Disgraced by my own hands,
Pride and worth ripped in shreds.
Will you want me
When you really know me?
May 9, 2011
I've Been ThereWhen I tell you I'm different,I've Been There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want your pity.
When I tell you my feelings,
I promise, it won't be pretty.
But you're surprised anyway,
or you don't even care.
Yes, I know.
Believe me, I've been there.
When I tell you I'm different
please, at least, react.
I know you don't want to be friends anymore,
your face only shows fact.
When I tell you my feelings.
I won't fall apart.
I'm just sending out emotion,
straight from my heart.
So you're still in shock,
or you don't even care.
Please don't go away,
I've been there
venomousThe darkest of times lay upon my soulvenomous4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and refuse to go away. There is no control
in my movents.They won't let me go.
The insanity crawls back again to my brain
I won't give up on fight - I won't feel ashamed.
I'll end up with more scars than I used to have
I'll fight with those monsters until my one last breath.
The White MorgueThe White Morgue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
The End ofthe BeginningPhantom shadows that chase my dreams,The End ofthe Beginning7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beyond ghostly halls of empty screams,
A voice that whispers just as before,
So quiet at first now shrieks once more.
Unholy the sound; as angels die,
As the storm proceeds to split the sky,
Love LetterBeloved,Love Letter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it possible to feel too much at times? Can the heart become a weapon, carrying the weight of unspent dreams?
There are rare nights when I seem to ghost dance with the world. I move through it, aware of the physical existence of people, places, things - their connections - and nothing more.They leave no indelible mark; they are a mere whisper on my landscape that echoes vaguely in my conscious mind, a glancing blow that barely registers. Mouths move...words are said, and I comprehend the physical act, the meaning and reality - but it only ripples the surface.
And then there are nights that are quiet electricity and life blooms out of control around me in vibrant and livid color. Every word has a music to it and every nuance of movement shoots through me and pins me to the wall of desire. I am held prisoner by the soft beauty of words not said. I feel the pain of lost tears and memories mumbled in a gentle catechism of failure..
And it is on those nights that I think of you.