Bill Kaulitz Obsession SignsBill Kaulitz Obsession Signs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Know You Are Obsessed With Bill Kaulitz When...
1. All you think about is Bill.
2. When you hear the name Bill, you automaticaly think of Bill Kaulitz.
3. You can picture Bill perfectly in your mind.
4. You know that you and Bill make the perfect couple.
5. You would do anything to meet him.
6. And I mean ANYTHING.
7. You were infuriated when people compared Bill to Michael Jackson.
8. You want to/ have tried/ have learn/learnt German, so that you could have a conversation with Bill, in his 'native lanuage'.
9. You melt when ever you see him smile.
10. You envy all the fans that have gotten within 1 meter(or closer) of touching him.
11. You make a list of things that prove you are obsessed with bill.
12. You have attempted to dress up like him(HAIR INCLUDED!!), failed, and had an amazingly good time!!
13. You giggle....or plainly laugh when you hear him speak English.
14. You know when his birthday is.
15. You know how many tattoos and pericings he has, and where.
16. You base the
DisappointmentDisappointmentDisappointment6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The leaves are turning yellow.
The earth is cracked and dry.
The grass crying, curling, dying,
reaching to the sky.
The clouds are black and heavy
The scorching sun has fled
Lightning flashing ,thunder rolling,
somewhere over head
A gust of wind rips harshly.
The trees begin to sway.
drip drop, the clouds are banished,
no rain, I think, today.
The Troubled MindI am the master of shadows on a moonlit night, I strike with a sword of conspiracy and, while your eyes are distracted, I cut you with a dagger of betrayal. It is I who turns your own brother upon you, it is I who forces your wife into a blood-blinded rage, and it is I who strikes pangs in your sides when you try to sleep.The Troubled Mind6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am born where you enjoy yourself in the short-term hit from alcohol and drugs, I am born where you spend nights up watching your favourite film and missing out on sleep, I am born where you watch a film that has a higher rating than you should watch, I am born where your best friend tells you the story of how his mother was almost killed by the Milkman, and mostly, I am born where you fancy me to be born.
My hands hold tools, I can send a shiver down your spine, or make your neck itch, I can make you hear things, I can make you see things, imagine things, say things and feel things, but
Writer's BlockGazing endlessly at unfinished work.Writer's Block6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words once so fluid do suddenly rest.
Taunting my mind like Mac Beths bloodied dirk.
Elusive to grasp like a fabled chest.
This plot unfamiliar to me now.
These characters so distant, so foreign
Looking back have I even described thou?
Youre inside; its time to kick the door in.
To reveal your face, your heart, and your soul.
To refine the plot, to refine the verse.
To once more find your theatrical role.
Ha this shall go on, call, cancel the hearse.
Pass me the whisky its past nine oclock.
And time to loosen this old writers block.
Imagine - Living Under the SeaHave you ever wonderedImagine - Living Under the Sea7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What life would be like,
To live under the sea
With all of its' might?
Emerald green reflections,
dancing in your eyes,
down down and deeper down,
far from open skies....
To be a creature of the sea,
where whitecaps are home
And mull through the silence
Or hear a mermaids song,
exploring the sea-bed,
where mystery sleeps,
the sands of endless time,
enriched by beauty of the deep.
Or listen to the whales
Who sing their songs,
while you watch the crabs dance
Like they hear rock and roll...
A kalaedoscope of colour,
moving with majestic grace,
starfish and dolphins,
untainted by human race..
Squid and jellyfish
If you find the last starfish,
Don't forget to wish!!
This poem was strictly for fun, nothing more. I hope you enjoy it.
Burn NoticeRunners get ready.Burn Notice5 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The road is ahead.
Runners get steady.
The world is but dead.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
The world is no longer.
Its life is all spent.
We are the stronger.
Our wills kept unbent.
This life is heavy.
This heart cannot stand.
As water bursts the levvy.
As water drowns this land.
The water turns red.
The blood of the fallen.
Respect to the dead.
To those who were callen.
The sky has gone black.
The world has grown dim.
The levvy has cracked.
Together we swim.
The flood is complete.
This earth is but eaten.
This tastes of defeat.
Defeat of defeaten.
Where do we go
When the world is consumed?
Where does time slow
To leave innocents room?
There is no light.
There is no sun.
No one to fight.
No one smoking gun.
The sun has turned dark.
No moon has returned.
The world left its mark.
Now let it burn.
The wall of deathObscure voices. What do they say? I do not know. I do not listen. I can only perceive a hum that becomes insupportable. And then I discern your voice among the crowd. I suffocate. What if I let control slip? Look at me! I got my hands in the air!. And Im spinning.The wall of death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The faster I swirl, the more different it all appears. All those faces are merging into a single one. It all forms into your shape. I seal my eyes. Dont want to see you. Im going in circles.
Glows march before my eyes. They remind me of busted lights of rundown stores forgotten even by time. And colors. Colors that gradate and blend. Until it all becomes black. And then I will be able to get lost. I swirl.
In frenetic speeds I swirl. I finally accomplish it. I am running out of orbit. The narrow limits of my mind, of myself, of reality, they dont contain me anymore. Through to another dimension I proceed and I am taking a dive into the gap. Leaving the whirl of emptiness to guide
O gyros tou thanatouΦωνές άγνωστες. Τι λένε; Δεν ξέρω. Δεν ακούω. Αντιλαμβάνομαι μονάχα μια βουή που γίνεται ανυπόφορη. Και τότε διακρίνω τη δική σου φωνή μέσα στο πλήθος. Ασφυκτιώ. Αν άφηνα τον έλεγχο να ξεγλιστρήσει; «O gyros tou thanatou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To gramma Αγαπημένε μου,To gramma6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Και η σημερινή μέρα με βρήκε μέσα σε απόκοσμες, μακρόσυρτες σιωπές. Ξέρεις, είναι φορές που γίνονται βασανιστικά εκκωφαντικές. Και τότε εγώ τις σπάω με ένα παρανοϊκά βεβιασμένο γέ
My German LoveMy German Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lange Perioden des Lebens sind, wenn
Oceans Apart wir stehen. Oft
Ich schaue auf die weite Wasserfläche, die offenbar
Ligen einer Liebe vergessen, aber
Die Samen der Hoffnung, noch stärker wachsen,
Erlangung unerbittliche Kraft aus den Gewässern meines krank
Mind. Züchtigen Angst mit Liebe und Hoffnung werde
Bringt den Frieden von Ihrer Anwesenheit.
Long are the days of life when
Oceans apart we stand. Oft' times
I gaze upon the vast waters of what seem to
Be leagues of a love forgotten, but
The seeds of hope grow yet ever stronger,
Deriving its relentless power from the very water of my dismal
Mind. Thus, shall your love mortify all fear and
Give birth to the peace of your presence.
By: Benjamin Dilliard
Family to meFamily to me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If my friendship was to slip through the cracks,
I would cry.
If my heart were to fall from my chest,
It would hurt.
If my family was threatened,
I would say take me instead.
I would rather die than have my family taken away from me.
A strong Woman.We are all having fun,A strong Woman.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but than she looks away
she stares at the horizon,
lost in her own world
and now I know..
that she is thinking of him.
There's laughter all around us
there's only us two in the world
a tear comes down her cheak
her eys full of pain
I wish I could help
but there's nothing I could do or say
So here I stand looking at a strong woman
my friend, my angel
you'll be okey.
Twisted Smile.Twisted Smile.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
My blood chills as your fingers
wrap around my arm
your fingers overlapping
a shiver runs up my back
you smile charmingly
come with me babe.
I try to pull away but im frozen
I find myself nodding, my heart quickening
you grin a smile so beautiful
it sends cold heat into my blood
Your smile turns threatening
Whats wrong? you say distantly
I strain to shake my head but
notice myself bobbing my head up and down
your smile, victorious
as you lean down towards me
i struggle to push you away
but my body is unresponsive
You pull me close to you, my head
As you nuzzle my neck..
I feel points, a sharp pain..
Blood Tales - 1 parte 2 - ITCi misi qualche secondo a tornare alla realtà. Vampiri non esistonoBlood Tales - 1 parte 2 - IT5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Lei mi guardò ancora una volta, i suoi occhi verdi che fissavano i miei, e mi sorrise, quasi perfidamente. Allora cosa sono i segni sul tuo collo, allora?
La domanda mi sconvolse così tanto da farmi mancare laria. Avevo coperto i segni per anni ed anni; non ero nemmeno certo di come erano comparsi, se devo dire la verità. Avevo fatto fatica a nasconderli sempre che potevo perché pensavo fossero fuori dal comune. Molti davano per scontata la cosa, pensavano fossero segni congeniti, due piccole cicatrici sul collo, completamente guarite, ma che mi tormentavano da quando ero piccolo. Non riuscivo a capire come lei, questa donna misteriosa, sapeva così tanto su di me e sui segni che portavo sul collo...
Chi sei?, chiesi, arrabbiato. Come fai a sapere di questi segni?
Perché se sei vivo ora, Gregory, è per merito mio.
Marry Me.So its settled: Marie will marry Louis XVI of France and take her place as the next Queen of France, Maries father spoke proudly. Marie held her tongue.Marry Me.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What was she to do? Surely she would be punished if she spoke against her fathers decision. She would be the next Queen of France despite the fact that her heart already belonged to another man; the man that she wanted to take as her husband. But, like any good girl would do, she hushed her voice and did as her father said.
It wasnt all bad, though. As a queen she would enjoy the luxuries of wealth; beautiful hair, lavish dresses, expensive jewelry. What did it matter if she was on the arm of an absolutely hideous man? Oh, but poor, poor Beau; her handsome, goatherd lover. How many times he had begged her for her hand. It was quite painful to reject him but could he give her the same lavish riches the King could? Never in a million years. But, he was quite skilled at pleasing her in many other ways
TroyTroy10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Men sprinting forward
Skirts trailing behind
Pointy sticks pointed
No time to be kind
One stands apart
Better than the rest
Gold hair in the sun
He knows he's the best
Like flies, they fall
Blood spilling deserved
The gods have spoken
In Heaven hath reserved
The men they run fearless
Their leader, invincible
The Greeks against the Trojans
No need for preamble
Yes, they've heard of Achilles
Leaving dead in his wake
He strikes without fear
Not of the lives he takes
He wishes to be remembered
And he knows he will
But only if he fights to death
And never stays still
His death is remembered
An arrow through the foot
Achilles falls, burning in Troy
His memory was input
A film based on Homer
His story heard, stale
Renewed with Troy
Remembered in detail.
HauntedHaunted3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Wraiths of mist hover,
earthbound spirits mourning,
their anguish condensed.
Their chill exhalation, breath
no more, touches your cold cheek.
Bye-Bye DaddyBye-Bye Daddy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Where are you Daddy?
He is not in his bedroom.
Then where could he be?
There's one, two, three, four
gunshots, each ending with boom.
Now look at the gore.
It is really red.
Look, Daddy isn't moving.
Is my daddy dead?
Daddy! Please wake up!
I don't think he is living.
I start to choke up.
When Mommy comes home
she sees me in Daddy's arms,
sleeping in red foam.
She pulls me away.
"Mommy, where's his luck charm?"
That is all I say.
Mommy starts crying.
She starts to hug and kiss me.
Inside, Mom's dieing.
At the funeral
they all got to see Daddy
looking so formal.
Now it's been three years
since I have seen my daddy.
Each day I shed tears.
I miss him dearly.
Why'd someone do this to me?
His time was early.
It's just Mom and me.
We do miss him a lot. This
wasn't ment to be.
I still remember
that on the next day is his
So on his birthday
Mommy takes me to his tomb.
'Twas his special day.
30 Ways to Annoy Tom Kaulitz30 Ways to Annoy Tom Kaulitz30 Ways to Annoy Tom Kaulitz6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Call him a perv in any way, shape, or form in every sentence you say.
2. Ask if hes Jamaican.
3. Whenever an advertisement for any feminine product comes on the TV, turn the volume all the way up and stare at him with wide, fascinated eyes.
4. Loudly tell anyone who happens to walk by that Kelly Clarkson is his personal hero.
5. Smack him upside the head every time he tries to flirt with someone and say Bad Tom! Bad!
6. Give away his every location to his fans.
7. Snip off a lock of his hair, set it on the floor, light candles all around it, and dance around the whole mess in some sort of cannibalistic ritual.
8. Steal all his hats and mail them to Peru.
9. In the middle of a concert run up to him and yell: How can you perform when were destroying the Ozone layer?
10. When hes watching TV place a spinney office chair in his direct line of vision and start spinning around like a mad person yelling Im n
Great DistancesGreat Distances2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you been on the rooftop?
It's still there,
Covered in bird crap.
It's not a clean place.
The view is great,
You can see for many miles.
You can see the trees.
The local hospital is in the distance.
The children play in the park
Not too far from here.
The pavement lies hundreds
Of feet below you.
You can see the cars.
Maybe you'll see an SUV,
Or a police car, or an ambulance.
Maybe there will be a truck,
Making a delivery to a super market.
Maybe it fills the vending machines.
You can see the sky.
It is infinite, it is eternal.
It was there, it is there,
It will be there, long after you're gone.
Perhaps you'll see a plane.
It can only graze the sky's surface.
Yes, you can truly see everything
From the rooftop.
You can see as far
As your own sight will let you.
Wake The DeadDead man walkingWake The Dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clear the way,
Dead man walking
Watch him sway.
Back and forth he totters on rotten legs,
The noose around his neck keeping time with his pace.
Dead man walking
Cast down your eyes,
Dead man walking
To the point of no return,
As he lumbers to his fate.
Dead man walking
Pray for him,
Dead man walking
Sing any hymn.
Nothing will save this suffering soul,
From horrors beyond a place he will soon call home.
Dead man walking
Dry your tears,
Dead man walking
Wise beyond his years.
Knowledge is a dangerous toy,
Prepare for the worst,
Or next it will be you, boy.
Protect You From MeA soft light, white noise, static;Protect You From Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your eyes, staring at me, the colors of America.
Long fingers press against my spine; do the scars make you sick?
In front of these crowds, they'd look at me like a swastika.
Homegrown in a pile of store-bought meat.
I could wrap your heart in this, but the flies would still find it;
You and all your lights and honey were never meant for this world.
Spread your wings, love, or you'll never get out of this pit,
Never, never here, from your home hurled.
Under this light, even your blood tastes sweet.
On top of the red carpet, unfortunately for you, you are mine;
Wrapped in satin, fur, plastic, and protected with polystyrene.
You were never, never ready for this, but you fit the design;
Ashes in a heart-shaped ashtray, society's recyclable serene.
Tendons, veins, arteries, meat to pretty to eat.