Can I be your cigarette?Can I be your cigarette?Can I be your cigarette?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you can pull me out of dark areas,
So you can warm me up when I'm cold.
Keep me warm and safe in your fingers,
So you can keep me in and on your lips.
So you can inhale me; even though I'm deadly.
But you don't really care about that because you love that deadly feel in your lungs.
Can I be your cigarette?
BulletI'm in love with a bulletBullet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She burns holes through my body
With emerald eyes of fire
An intensity I can't control
I love it when she puts me in these situations
I just can't stop, but why would I want to?
When she's right there in my face
Shooting me up with that fire
(I never want to escape)
Sure, it hurts like hell
But, oh well, I love the pain
I'm in love with a bullet
The pain she gives me
Pulses through my veins
On the outside, I'm loving it
On the inside, I'm screaming; dying
She's just so good at what she does
But I know she's bad for me
Why do I stay?
I'm in love with a bullet
Her kisses make my heart skip
My brain scatters
The pain becomes my craving
I want her to cover me over and over again
With the wounds that fulfill my desire,
The holes from her "love"
I'm in love with a bullet
Those eyes, that look
Those beautiful jewels, set to kill
Her lips, her tongue
That taste burned into my memory
The lead that fills my dead cavity
She brings me to life just to kill me again and aga
Please don't ever..Please don't ever think that I would leave,Please don't ever..3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No one catches my attention like you.
How your voice cuts my attention,
Or how I get lost in your eyes each time I gaze into them.
No one will ever hold my heart the way you do,
It cracks a little each time you think I would ever leave.
You're the best thing in my life.
You are my sunshine
RepairI am the repairer; a part of the assembly line.Repair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But instead of toys; I fix human hearts.
I'm the one who stands behind as they are about to fall; catching them before they're hurt.
I'm the one who will helps them see through it all.
I fix and mend what's wrong with their life.
I'm the one who picks them up when they're down.
I'm the one who shows them what to do and how to cope.
Yet... Much like an assembly line; I don't get to see the final result.
I'm not the one who gets to stand beside them in all their glory.
I'm not the one who is held late at night.
I'm not the one they fight for.
I'm not the one who gets their love.
I'm not the one who gets to kiss them tonight.
I have to question... Where's my Assembly person?
Just MESometimes I wonderJust ME3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What it'd be like
To just be me
And not a dyke
Or a fag or a tranny
Or any of those
Just me, not "she"
But too bad, I suppose.
X-Botch OneAfter recent polls that said sh*tloads (an actual unit of measurement) of people were going to by a PS4 and only the mums of M$ employees were going to buy the VCR shaped Xbox One, Microsoft crapped itself and ditched its plans to charge for use of second-hand games and the requirement for the machine to be kept online, beyond an initial, one-time system set-up.X-Botch One2 years ago in Personal More Like This
M$ are, naturally, trying to pat themselves on the back for this U-Turn, and some people are actually praising them for "listening to consumers".
No. Just, no.
You don't get to pat yourself on the back for having so much money that you can buy your way out of a complete and utter cluster-f**k. You only get to do that when you use common f**king sense and get it right first time. You spend enough bloody money it! There's no excuse!
I'm still at a loss as to which console I want to invest in. It's going to be one or the other
All I AskEven though I know it's overAll I Ask3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even though I know we're through
I hope that you will understand
What I need to ask of you
It know it might sound crazy
But that's the way I am
I want you to be the one
To give him all you can
He's gonna need someone to love him
He's gonna need someone to care
That someone’s got to be you
Because I'm no longer there
I know it seems a little strange
But that's how it's come to be
Even after all this time
He's still a part of me
And though I know I can’t be there
To steal his heart away
I hope you'll do this one thing for me
So I’m still with him in some way
He's gonna need someone to hold him
He's gonna need someone to love
That someone's got to be you
Because I wasn't enough
Be with him when he's lonely
Dry his tears when he cries
Hold his hand and hug him
Believe his love-stained lies
Love him like nobody else
Offer him eternity
Give him everything you can
Be the one I couldn't be
Hold him when he sleeps at night
Make sure he's not alone
Evolution vs ReligionEvolution vs Religion3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Has it ever occurred to anyone that homosexuality is simply Nature's way of birth control? Think about it.
Homosexuality exists in animals. It's been reported in labs that when their rats were over-populated, some of them showed no interest in the opposite gender.
It's not complicated. It just goes to show you that humanity is overpopulating the earth. Heck, there's orphanages and foster care for children who have no parents. So what if two men can't make a baby, same with two women? Fate and Nature compensate for the growth and gradual change in humanity.
Yet it doesn't change the human nature to want to find love. It's evolution people. Adapting to survive. This, of course, explains Chubby Chasers as well. There are so many fat people, humanity has started to adapt to be attracted to what's available.
And for those of you who are VERY religious, don't come at me with this, 'Adam and Eve' stuff. "Evolution is just a theory! We came from Adam and Eve!" No, we didn't. We cam
Stale pizza, a story about commissions. Art in the ProfessionsStale pizza, a story about commissions. 5 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Imagine, if you will, eating the same food for years. Is it lobster? Is it macaroni and cheese? Pizza? Sushi perhaps? Now imagine it on the first day. Imagine it on the fourth day. Imagine it on the forty-forth day. Then the ritual turns into months upon months, until finally the years are a blur. Would pizza be a prize or a punishment, after years?
My thirtieth commission was what they had all been, women in peril. The stage and script were identical: elbows tight, chest out, a nefarious beast with the damsel sporting an occasional look of panic or pleasure. The money was good, the clientele nice and the attention noticeable. Life in the ivory tower was good, albeit a tad naughty.
But when my thirty-fifth commission rolled in, the same song, the same dance; I found myself staring at my paper. It was my enemy. I couldn’t do it anymore. Just like that. My cup had runnith