Plead For ReleasePlead For Release3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plead For Release
God, I hope I'm doing this right
I was never really one for praying
God, Please look at me in my eyes
I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry for everything
Even though I'm just another one of your creations
I wonder why I was born surrounded by destruction
I know nothing of your pity
But I still want to try and believe in thee
I crumble down to my knees
And I beg of you, please
Destroy every nightmare that I have ever slept
Break and shatter every mirror in existence
So I don't have to dream of what I've become to be
So I don't have to see what has finally become of me
God, I was never really one for confrontations
But this is where I have to draw the line in life
Because hearing the truth is like learning an important lesson
Just like when I was told that it's all okay, it's okay to cry
Because everything just seems to happen for a reason
But now I know nothing, nothing except grief
I just hope this life of pain is not an inheritance
Because I've become so
Dear PeopleDear Nobody,Dear People6 years ago in Other More Like This
Remember that you are somebody.
Remember that you can succeed.
Remember that you have been gifted with looks that others envy, but you are still equal.
Remember that you are just as good as anyone around you.
Remember that you are still you, no matter what other people think.
Remember that friendship and acceptance is a reason to live.
Remember to spread the love to everyone, no matter who they may be.
Remember that you can make a difference.
We are all different,
Yet we are the same.
We are all individuals with something to give,
Yet in the end we all have the same goal.
And to be loved.
My heart or yours?01."Do you know what we are?"My heart or yours?6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We're time tables and crossed fingers and forgotten wonders
of yesterday's dreams.
We're the shadows on concrete made from dandelions sprouting
up from between the cracks.
And we are stray raindrops on windy,
"We are alive."
02. You never screamed so loud, so angry as you did today.
But then you smiled. And I could hear your happiness a mile away.
"It's you. It's always you." You were trembling, but you wouldn't let me get too close.
"I'm sorry I made you this way," I whispered, shoving secrets down the neck
of my old guitar.
03. Tiny scars of my pride show like scratches on silver.
We'll wait for the right moment to leave our mark in the skies.
You will wear blue jeans and I'll wear a smile and together we'll forget about
Silent FaithSilent Faith2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My trembling hands-
Don't want to come together
I refuse to feel weakness-
Oppress the confessor
I will defy the defeat-
Of my body and mind
And my tears will freeze-
So I...will never cry
I was always told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow
When reminded that every decision is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
Otherwise I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my childish instinct
Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
Take back those nightmares I dreamt / Take back those days I wept
I can only take so much / I can choose to give up
I'm not the one who's being the judge / I'm not the one who's being the fraud
I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumble upon the footholds of absolution
Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero TheoryUPDATE: In light of recent events, including the naming of the figure in the original poster, an addendum to this theory has been added.Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero Theory2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Do you think that maybe the reflection in Zane's eye is a robot/cyborg of sorts? It would explain the armor and visor, and why it is that Zane is the one seeing him.
I recieved this interesting comment from Lincelot1 (link to their profile in the description) on my previous theory, concerning Season 4 and the 'Purple Ninja', a commonly theorized person that supposedly will show up in the fourth season.
However, this comment and our back-and-forth responses spawned an even bigger, better, more complete theory - one that relies on no information other than canon and what was offered by the poster LEGO released, shown
Love or JudgeLove or JudgeLove or Judge6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I judged a person
I called a friend
and lost him, sadly
to anothers attention.
I loved a person
I only just met
and gained a friend
ImmortalityWhen I study PoetsImmortality5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who passed their hours
In passion, peace
And quiet thoughts-
Who spun their words
From sylvan towers
And sat at ease
In flowered courts.
Or in Amherst hurt
A single girl
Who pressed against
While a thousand
Hours alone unfurled
Her arm commenced
To pen the rains.
By vanished stars
Who scribbled into a
Their elegant prose
And anguished scars
Speak forever; they
Can never die.
I Am, Who Are You?I am thirteen years old.I Am, Who Are You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
RomanceShe sits in the darkRomance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to be touched,
her eyes boring into his
from the bed
eyes he cant see
through the blackness
He knows its her from the scent
The soft but poignant lavender
Drifting to him
And he knows this night wont be long enough
The scent is making his heart race
But no more than her eyes
what are you looking at
Not that shell answer
Not that she ever answers
All that came from the bed
A long sigh
Desire YouI know you're somewhere out thereDesire You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps in another time or place
Because the right time has not come
Like me you're also unaware
I've usually focused on a single person
Obviously that hasn't worked
So now I simply walk through life
Not really searching for you at all
Searching would be a waste of time
Things will come together naturally
I'm not going to worry about it too much
But it would be nice to meet you
Somewhere out there you're living your life
Which has yet to collide with mine
To me you don't have a name or face
In spite of this I desire you
Rosjusiu...- Rosjuniu… - zaczęła Ukraina, stając w progu. Jeszcze raz rzuciła okiem na stojącą przy drzwiach wejściowych walizkę i podeszła do śpiącego brata.- Naprawdę mi przykro, ale podjęłam decyzję. Odchodzę. - powiedziała, chociaż zdawała sobie sprawę, że Ivan jej nie słyszy. Wyciągnęła z kieszeni karteczkę i położyła ją na stojącym przy łóżku stole. Jej oczy zaszkliły się. Jakiś czas temu nie pomyślałaby, że byłaby w stanie odejść. - Wybacz. - rozpłakała się na dobre. Cicho domknęła drzwi i zaczęła zbliżać się w stronę walizki. Nagle jakaś niespodziewana siła przygwoździła ją do ściany. Wystraszona, krzyknęła, lecz po chwili zdała sobie sprawę, że może obudzićRosjusiu...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just A Poem To feel that, loveJust A Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wouldn't it be wonderful?
If only the world was as colorful
as the sunlight in his eyes.
hold my hands behind my back
cover my face with fingertips
to see that butterfly effect
the ripples over clear emotions
rain spattered window reflections,
autumn leaves and you and me
tomorrows, today, and seven years ago
spinning hands and spider-webs
poetry spills out of silence
read those lips that drip with lust
hold her in the dark while moonlight sings
deadly romance shatters the song
do you feel that, love?
nothing is what it seems until it's too late
never look twice and two steps forward
the past is past and future is to come
When, WhenIts like when you ran over my cat last December and I said it was okay but it really wasnt and you tighten your grip on my arm and I dont care anymore because, fuck, it was just a cat right?When, When6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Or when we went bowling and I pulled sevens and nines all night and you bowled strike after strike after golden strike and I swear you were immaculate and floating when you jumped victorious and I sat by the score sheet and all the powers of man and nature and beast and god were barely able to keep my head up and my eyes focused on the ocular feast, the glory of you.
And when we were walking home after the movies and the wind blew acerbic and jealous and stricken blind, groping to finger flesh within our coats and scarves and boots like the denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah and we are as Lots daughters left like the lamb for the spiritual slaughter but the angels come in the form of your father in the family minivan offering us a ride and I desperately want to say yes but you s
Finland x Reader - Sometimes.Sometimes I like to watch people.Finland x Reader - Sometimes.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the far edge in the middle of the park, there was a bench and a small girl was sitting on it. That girl was sitting patiently and quietly on the bench. She had no intentions being at the park. The girl quietly sits on the dry, wooden bench, next to another bench and a tall, leafless tree. People tend to walk by and rush away to their desired destinations while the girl sits still in no motion watching them. She watches many people. Tall people, short people, thin people and even thick people. She doesn’t really care because all she knows is watching people makes her happy.
The day goes by quick, and the park empties out completely. There was no one to watch; no one to look at. At night, the air is very sleet. The coldness wraps around the girl like a blanket and forces her to leave. Still, the girl continues to sit on the cold, dry wooden bench and watch the stars. But this was not pleasing her. This was not pleasing her because thos
i'm t i r e dI'm tired of this.i'm t i r e d5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of the warmcold relationship that we have.
Tired of the embers that are all that remain from our blaze.
Tired of the falling ashes.
I'm tired of you.
Tired of your warmcold moods.
Tired of your fake smiles that remain untouched.
Tired of your pristine beauty.
We're little more than a fading dream. I'm waking up.
Words To AshWords To Ash3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words To Ash
My embers burn / A dark fire roars
My suicidal war / A blaze of words
I wrote this for you...
The old me really wanted you to read it
To tell you the truth...
Of how I came to be beyond broken
But I had to keep it
Because I'll never see you again
So my wounds remain hidden
A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain
I'm trying to undo what you have done
Even if its just a placebo effect
This is me trying to “move on”
From this smothering resentment
Confessions turn into infernos
You crushed my faith
A villain disguised as a hero
My lungs starts to shake
The sinner is attending church tomorrow
While this saint is endlessly praying for strength
My soul surges / A red sky clears
My resolve emerges / A cure for tears
I've journeyed through the flames...
The new me knows the reasons for your trespasses
Envy...I have never envied anyone,Envy...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as much as I do you,
right here and now...
Not for the guitar that you can play
or the subjects you are studying
or for your life in general, no...
I envy you for what you hold in your arms
every night, which is the MOST Precious and
the MOST Wonderful of all things, Her...
I had never truly believed in God
until I met Her and realized only He,
could have created something so PERFECT...
So Undeniably and Unbelievably;
Beautiful, Sweet, Special, and Unique.
Everything I ever wanted and needed...
For all the women, wealth and fame
in the world, I would never trade Her
and I will love Her till the very end...
So I envy the extraordinary opportunity
that you possess. You are truly blessed
to have Her, love Her and be loved by Her...
I hope you never take Her for granted,
never hurt Her on purpose and
never misuse the Greatest of Gifts...
Because you see,
She still has my Heart
and my Soul...
She may not need it.
She may not want it.
But She has it and always wi
The Unread LetterThe Unread Letter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could go back in time
I would, and say what I really wanted to say
Then maybe, just maybe you would still be mine
And I never would have had to go through all of this pain
I yearn to take it all back
To cast away every word that was said
I want you to know I didn't mean any of that
Because I knew you were the one when we first met
You're the one that let go
I was the one to get left behind
You're the one that took my soul
I was the one that had a break down that night
You said nothing
And left me waiting
I needed you to say something
I silently pleaded for you to say anything
Maybe I thought it was a hollow threat
But I knew it was a damaging move you meant
If I only had one wish
I would ask to see you once again
And then I would beg for forgiveness
Just to try and undo all of my unjustified destruction
Every mistake made
All of the tears that were shed