Lord of the Rings ABCsLord of the Rings ABCs10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A is for brave Aragorn whom Arwen did admire
B is for the Balrog and dear Bilbo of the Shire
C is for the courage of the heroes in the story
D for the Dead Marshes, which the hobbitses found gory
E is for Lord Elrond and the Elvish clan he leads
F is for young Frodo and his mighty, noble deeds
G is for ol' Gandalf, little Gimili and (yuck!) Gollum
H is for Helms Deep and the battle at the bottom
I is for Isildur, too bad he kept the ring
J is jubilation at the return of the King
K is for dark Khazad-dum, where orcish evil lies
L is for *sigh* Legolas, what dreamy, crystal eyes
M is for Meriadoc, known as Merry by his friends
N is for the Nazgul, nasty creatures to the end
O is for Osgiliath, the mighty, broken city
P for Peregrin (Pippin) Took's insatiable curiosity
Q is for the quiet way of life back at Bag End
R for peaceful Rivendell and the Rohhirim that Rohan sends
S is for good Samwise, and Shelob whom he slew
(not to mention Saruma
The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style'Twas the night before Christmas,The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through Rapture,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Not even a Sploicer.
The audio diaries were left,
On the table without care,
In hopes that Jack,
Soon would be there.
The Sisters were nestled,
All warm in their beds,
while visions of Angels,
Swam through their heads.
And me with my bark,
And Ryan with his bite,
had just settled down,
For a long winter's fight.
When out in the city,
there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk,
to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows,
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
threw open the sash!
The reflection of the Sea,
And the murky fog,
made it difficult to see,
Like I'd had Moira's Spiked Egg Nog.
But I see the shinning lights,
Of a lowering Bathysphere,
surrounding it was,
eight sploiced engineers.
A man was inside it,
with no things, no pack!
I knew then and there,
It had to be Jack!
More rapid then plasmids,
the sploicers, they came.
So I sent my men off,
to call the sploicers by name.
To My Beautiful Artistso beautiful is the pen marking paper,To My Beautiful Artist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curves of bold, slender, and jagged lines,
filling itself onto the soul of this white sheet,
filling the paper with each passing day,
permanent, forever engraved
giving everything it has inside it's being
until the ink runs out
reaching to every corner of this once blank sheet,
the ink and the paper are now one,
forever etched into each other's existence.
TES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
FINEFINE11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fine is the word to hide all
It is the conversation ender
It is the building blocks of illusions in the mind
Its what every one mumbles
if asked if they're alright
their heads held up high
in false pride
when inside they
is always the last thing
on their mind
to that line
Fine is the word
that rolls from the tongue
before anything else
be it the painful truth
Or the sweetened lies
Fine is alway the catch all
its what we all hide behind
Raven Marie Shadows
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
reali swear to Godreal10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
May.MAY.May.10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's not another question of whether or not
You're feeling like you're better when you know that you're not
Claiming that you're sane doesn't heal your brain
Like the flowers of May can't put a stop to the rain
And I never want to see another May again
Better than nothing
But I never want to see another May again
Given time we'll find what is right and what's wrong
It'd be fine, but some people don't wait for it at all
Just remember that forgetting doesn't heal the pain
Just like yelling at the sky can't put a stop to the rain
Really been something
But I never want to see another May again
No, I never want to see another May again
a ribcage drenched in dusti have your ribcage, you said.a ribcage drenched in dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what should i put in it?
i told you i'd always wanted a fire,
the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight
and pump my blood full of passion, but
you're made of wildflowers, you said.
a fire would burn you to ash.
you wanted to fill my chest with
the sound of a train, whistling
far away in the night;
with the sound of rain smacking leaves;
with the sound the wind makes
when it seems like it's trying to speak
and you wanted to throw in the
smell of midnight in august
and the feeling of sand being
sucked out from under your feet
when the ocean inhales,
and the strange little moment of
bittersweet joy you get when
someone else puts your soul into words
and you realize you're not as alone as you thought.
i told you that if i had all that inside me,
i'd ache all the time
and you smiled a sad little smile,
because you already knew that ache.
because you were a writer, and you ached all the time.
i've got it, i said.
June.June.June.9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She can't help it
Just born- Just born that way
Where were you when
I needed you and
Where will you be when
I need you again?
She's a mess
Don't know why
She's just- Just lucky I guess
Where were you when
I needed you and
Where will you be when
I need you again?
Anthropomorphism for BeginnersI found Grandma on the street todayAnthropomorphism for Beginners4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reborn as a rock.
I didn't recognize her at first
without her turquoise-rim glasses
or her always-falling-out-in-public teeth;
she was standing in the gutter on her bald,
Mom tells me Grandma's gone to nag God into slaughtering spiders
and taking the farts out of vegetables,
but if you squint your eyes and tilt your head,
you can see Grandma's crooked nose--
the one that she broke
playing badminton last year--
and the way her eyes crinkle at the corners
when she talks about cheating
to beat me at checkers.
And it's just like Grandma to come back as a rock;
Mom's always called her a stubborn old crook,
and it looks like Grandma's holding a bag of stolen money
under her billowing Hippie-Days shirt sleeves
if you turn her just slightly to the right.
I think I'm gonna keep her in my bedroom.
Just in case.
Funda-mental-sFunda-mental-s11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If it were to rain cats and dogs
Which is impossible, I'm sure
How fast would they be falling
Towards the death that they'd endure?
And since they aren't falling up
Velocity will be negative
Do you remember what velocity is?
The position function's derivative!
If one was to be thrown into heaven
Which is hard to do, I believe
How far must one be tossed up?
How much initial force does one need?
This problem is quite ludicrous
How would I obtain such a feat?
Did we even learn this in class?
Next year I'm taking Discrete…
X to the fifty-fourth minus
Find the maximums; it's on the test
So you better be prepared
Do you know what that requires?
Do you know what that means?
That is one heck of a huge number!
Talk about an extrema's extreme
Please graph the function given
F of X equals X to the eighth
No graphing calculators allowed!
And here I sit, losing my faith
Study! Study! Study!
No mistakes are accidental!
Pssh.. this cla
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
Germany Defying GravityHetalia (c) Hidekaz HimaruyaGermany Defying Gravity1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Defying Gravity (c) Wicked
-outside a building where a world meeting is being held, 1933-
(North) Italy: Germany, why couldn't you have stayed calm for once, instead off flying off the handle!
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy now
I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever
I hope you think you're clever
Germany: I hope you're happy!
I hope you're happy too
I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission, to feed your own ambition,
Both: So though I can't imagine hoooow...
I hope you're happy,
Italy: Germany, listen to me. Just say you're sorry. Before it's too late.
You could still be with the Allies
If you knuckle down some more,
With time you will not feel put down on...
Germany: I know.
But I don't want that...
I can't want it, anymore...
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game
Too late for second guessing,
Too late to go back to sleep
Chronicle Of A Buried Man v.3Chronicle Of A Buried Man v.311 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am i blind?
i know my eyes are open...
...but i cannot see...
it's so dark in here...
and i cannot move...
my body hurts
and i can't draw much air into my lungs
i start tapping my surroundings
and i realize that i am confined
to a deficient and inadequate coffin,
but still...i cannot break free of my cage
and soon.... i will surely die...
in the meantime...i might as well try to remember
what path led me here...to this...
there's not much to remember actually,
my last memory is nearly minutes old...
so i have no idea how i ended up down here.
i can feel....the scent of the dirt...it's cold
that dirt above me, covering me...so cold...
i do not have much time left...
and all i know is that soon,
my end will come as a slow painful death
choking..in whatever little air is left
inside this wooden hand-made womb
meant to preserve my body with the traits of death
so i should perhaps start thinking
before dispair takes over
and my mind stops tickin
Lame.Poem.1.This.PathThis path...Lame.Poem.1.This.Path8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This path I take,
where will it lead?
freedom from this darkness?
will it lead me to disaster,
to just keep me in here,
On this path,
I must choose,
is this right?
Am i trying to hard?
Full of questions,
If I may choose the wrong choice,
shall i never reach this freedom?
i dont even know if this exists,
What does it mean?
How does it feel?
Will I be able to do this?
I dont know..
It can lead me to heaven,
The fork in the road..
It is not my choice anymore...
Shall God pick my destiny...
Wether I stay in darkness,
or reach light.
The Blue Notebooks04:10 - A ReminderThe Blue Notebooks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tri-rises of the Sun beyond the
high-rises of my dreams
where you & I ran, ran, and ran:
from drug-head dental captivity
to escape-acts in manual cars
("Change the gears!" "What?")
and chasing the stars, to police stations
in old tenemants and crowded
riotous acts in a once-quiet coastal town
it all went down
with you & I gripping tight
against the ever-maddening night.
Skin soaks and sheets stick;
breath comes shallow, fast,
and strains of former thought
invade without rhyme nor reason.
Eyes twitch a bloodshot reminder
and search for life in darkness;
be it your silent form, or some
malignant lurking terror.
it's three o'cl9ock in the morning
and mine are the only vital signs
in this white-wall cell(ular existence).
09:20 - Old thoughts airse
When I was a child I was told to
to be respected.
And yet, and yet, and yet...
as soon as I coucld break the maternal clutch
I ruined body and mind