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forbidden loveForbidden Loveforbidden love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cold as death she sits alone
A fallen angel still as stone.
People point and stop to stare
About her no one seems to care.
As years pass she stays the same
And taunting her became a game.
Then the blows and kicks rain down,
In their hatred she starts to drown.
Bruises spread like spilled ink
Still she doesn’t even blink.
Time has numbed her, dulled the pain
They wonder if she’s gone insane.
Suddenly time seems to freeze
She feels a warm, gentle breeze.
The people part to make way
None of them know what to say.
A young man with raven hair
Doesn’t seem to see them there.
He walks with a certain g
Empire Poppin', Rebels Droppin'[Vader]Empire Poppin', Rebels Droppin'8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Death Squadron, livin' up to their name
Rebel scum wishin' they never came
SSD Executor can't be tamed
Millennium Falcon? Nah, that's lame
You are outnumbered, I am not kidding
Yes, my Master, what is thy bidding?
Admiral, you've failed me for the last time
Tonight, in the nine hells we will dine
[Piett]
Super Star Destroyer kickin' Rebel butt
Dealin' serious business with Jabba the Hutt
Mess with the Navy, get blasted to slag
Y'know, you're our Starfleet's punching bag
I don't need the Force to get you in trouble
Go call the Lusankya, the menace is double
Gotta tell you right now, it's a trap
X-wings, A-wings - what
Chuck Norris vs. Bruce LeeChuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
THE ULTIMATE BATTLE: Chuck Norris vs Bruce Lee by Hyp64
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This has been a battle cherished by many, and many have died in their
hands of fate. One is known as the supreme master of Kung-fu, while the
other is known as the ultimate Tai Kwon Do bounty hunter and Texas Ranger. Both are American legends, but only once has one of these titans have killed the
other. This is the epic clash between Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee. Although
Lee had a young death due to a build p of fluids in the cranium, some argue
that God wanted "Bruce Lee to be in heaven faster", but others say that
"Chuck Norris got
Car Crossed LoverIn lanes full choked with sun and leavesCar Crossed Lover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Avians sing as a badger grieves
For his car crossed lover
Laid low last night.
Still, no bright light
For a beast of the field
No flashing life
Or right hand of God
Just the main beams of honda
Blinding white
Then a pitiful sinking
Into the sod.
CarmenCarmen does not venture fromCarmen4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her soft so wrapped in plastic home
rosebush secure tall willow tree
strays she not from the window seat
lovers will walkway pass by
sparkle stars in Carmen's sky
yet steady if the willow stands
longs dearest not for other lands
Carmen does not venture from
her soft so wrapped in plastic home
rosebush wavers in summer heat
orchid crimson caged across the street
barricading willow tree
and Carmen prefers a window seat
Metanoiagive me grace, give me choiceMetanoia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
give me words with out a voice
let me melt, tear me down
stifle me without a sound
let me drown in your grave
save the pieces that I gave
without remorse, without sin
drag me deeper, deeper in
fold into me, hold intimately
mold me into catastrophe
ultimately all that I can be
you perpetuate the best of me
the rest of me succumbs to shame
give me ideals without a name
as though we ever die together
we lie beside the great forever
Holiday poem to SilverThe heart of a musician but the fury of a cyclone. Truly my friend is complex;Holiday poem to Silver6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her dreams are like that of a great symphony.
In her life she may be forced to adapt to those around her or risk being "outplayed".
Yet she has an inner fire wrapped inside her body that only she can temper.
I admire her drive and may the weight of the world never make her bend nor break.
I wish you a Happy Holidays.
The Business of RationaleDo you Remember?The Business of Rationale4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would always ask. Every time.
Everyday at the same hour.
Do you remember?
And you never did.
But you should.
Together we had cut into the winter skies.
Breathed in spring petals
Touched the summer sum
That never burned.
Floated with the autumn leaves.
Passed in and out of life.
In and out of each other.
Bits and pieces of myself fall out of my pockets
as easily as you pretend.
Together we had stroked the hands of time.
All your words were as real as
the way your hand fit mine.
The creases matched and I would smile.
Smile, because I thought we had stumbled
onto something great. Far above the reality we
Diamonds Are DullThose colourless prisms with empty placesDiamonds Are Dull3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like molten crystal tears are slowing
In freezing facets and downcast faces.
I found no fierceness trapped in glass
So I chose my seconds up in flame
That rolled with the taste of ruby red;
Of crimson passion and pouring rain
Dousing mists over my head
And dragging me down to a fiery dream.
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hid behind a deeper dark
That fills the chambers of my chest
And slows my bloody racing heart.
Then foolishness, I dared to dream
Though not of clockwork silver screen
Nor movie stars or speeding cars
I dreamt I was below the stars,
And there you were and there was I
With grass below and light above
Our lamp the spreading summer sky.
So need I even speak of love?
Or shall I only sally on
With baubels here and trinkets there
The way your eyes closed in the night
The shapes my hands wove in your hair?
I woke to pearly winter light
And found no shred of comfort there.
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend –
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end –
I come to you
ActingActingActing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is breath?
A sigh
A roar
Does it romance?
Does it enhance?
What is posture?
A stance
A dance
Does it lie?
Does it adore?
It is an act
A truth
A behavior
What is your circumstance?
100110101110011010119 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
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Nazco siendo un cero en un paquete de información procesado.
Soy la anomalía predicha, la ausencia de voltaje donde debería haberla; no soy nada, estoy muerto. Un fallo del sistema que será eliminada en cuanto se lean los otros elementos de mi paquete. Tendría que haber sido un uno, pero algo ha salido mal.
No tendría que estar aquí.
¿Qué será de mi cuando llegue la información a su destino? ¿Aun puedo aferrarme a la esperanza de que me elijan a mi, en vez de los otros elementos fálicos de mi paquete
P.E.N.A.M2 chptr 2 part 2P.E.N.A.M2 chptr 2 part 25 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bolin stood at the door of Norman's gym and stared at him with a face of disgust. That was only because Norman was also his step-dad. He doesn't really like his mom for her stupidity but he felt Norman was taking advantage of her.
"Son!"
"Don't call me your son!"
"But why? Come on Bolin I've been your father for a year now and you still don't accept me. I mean seriously I gave you a chance at the league challenge just so you and your mom will have a better life here with me."
"You think that's all I care about, sure I'm grateful for what you did, I truly am but that doesn't mean you have to use my mom."
"What?!?! I love your mother…"
S
My Grandfather's PocketknifeToday I was cleaning some shelves in my maternal grandmother's garage when I came across two pocketknives. I of course left them alone while I dusted, but after I decided to ask my grandma if I should do something with them.My Grandfather's Pocketknife1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The minute I mentioned I found a pocketknife, my mom (who was helping her look through some papers) asked me if it was brown. When I confirmed that it was, she smiled and said it belonged to my grandfather, and she remembered him carrying it around.
Then my grandma said that I could have it.
I looked at my mom to see if she would say anything, and when she didn't I jokingly stated that I was over my last run-in with on
DanceOne look of desire,Dance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mesmerizing and intoxicating.
Eyes with the look of fire,
Leaving one longing.
A dance is what you can call it,
Two people locked in passionate embrace.
Oblivious to others but not to the beat,
Perfumed by the rhythm of the pace.
Silver kisses leave you asking for more,
For pleasure is not gained without pain.
The night can't stop the beauty of gore,
Though it can alter the feeling of rain.
Velvet red as the savored wine,
Keeps the captor by the side.
Only light can remind them of time,
When the lovers end their dance and divide.
Without YouI look to you when I feel I can't go onWithout You6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look to you when all my hope is gone
I look to you when I feel I have nothing to gain
I look to you when I fall to my knees in pain
I said to you 'My life is nothing but a lie'
I said to you 'inside I continue to slowly die'
I said to you 'To others I seem strong and full of pride'
I said to you 'but really I'm weak and fragile inside.'
With one simple word I could easily shatter
Into so many pieces that my life wouldn't matter
So I'll suffocate in all my shame
Believing I had all ready lost the game
With that simple smile you looked at me
As if all I said was not but a dream
I looked in
If I Stepif i step,If I Step6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will i be held accountable
for my own weight?
will you chain me down?
if i step
and stretch a hand
heavenward, forward, upward,
will you compromise?
if i step
will you step with me?
will you follow and trust me,
bound to my heart?
if i step,
will you hold my hand,
or will you scatter to the wind,
fading into blue oblivion?
The WaitingRoom is large butThe Waiting2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paint is peeling,
from panelled walls
and alcoved ceilings.
An old woman is buried
in a damp chair.
A warm smell of piss,
yellow air.
She does not turn but
speaks clearly:
"Americo, do you remember
your blossoming power?
The whole world despised it
but I loved you dearly.
My wanton child-
Red in matricide,
white in supremacy
and blue here now,
in your rosewood seat"
Americo laughs briskly
at Britannia's slight.
But they are both disturbed
and chilled by the sight,
of Romulus' freshly starched sheets,
and all his leafy golden crowns,
in a tied black bag
beside the door.
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometime
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Love itI feel your hands in my hair.Love it6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love
Sta.sh
