I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
-this windowpane loneliness-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
The Mistress: AnorexiaShe whispers in my ear,The Mistress: Anorexia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that lustful voice of hers.
I want to ignore her,
but I just can't help myself.
that sexy vision she is.
I want to taste her,
even for a little bit.
She promises me of good times
and tells me how I feel.
She controls what I do
and keeps me wrapped around her finger.
She insults me
and kicks me into the dirt.
She yells at me
even when I'm already hurt.
Though through all the abuse,
I can't help but keep her near.
I like it,
Through all the abuse,
as I try to pull away,
she wraps herself around me
and pulls me back in and says:
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reachThat Girl In The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a fašade of self control?
Please be strong enough to go your own way
Indeed go against the grain
In your field of dreams stand up and be counted
And maybe others will do the same
You are unique and you are so beautiful
You’re everything someone else is not
The light of your reflection will shine on
Through the looking glass your childhood begot
About ArtNobody will ever love an artworkAbout Art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as much as the artist,
cause it holds a part of himself inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of his mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
I wish I had more time..I was going to send this in a note in private to you.. but then I thought.I wish I had more time..3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why should I hide these feelings and thoughts from the world? I am not ashamed or embarassed by my feelings
So although I don't have any beautiful lines of poetry to make your heart melt and sing with joy and I don't have any dazzling gifts to give you. I will do my best to make my ordinary every day words do the same.
I was thinking of you today; how your smile warms my heart.. and how your laugh makes me smile. How I get lost in your eyes each time I look into them, how your voice calms the storms in my heart and quiets the voices in my head. Because when you speak, You have my full attention and nothing will break it. Because there is nothing more important in my world than you. Nothing at all.
And while lost in my thoughts for you, I couldn't help but wonder..
How long will we be together?
Will we be happily married?
Will we have children together?
Long walks and talks about our lives?
Design Contest! CLOSEDHello, everyone! >w< I have another contest for you! ^o^/Design Contest! CLOSED2 years ago in Personal More Like This
The contest is design-based, and the theme is Nature's Twins
What is 'Nature's Twins'?
It is a small series that I draw. It consists of a human and animal counterpart bearing similarity in designs/physical traits.
Here are some examples:
(These are merely examples, as mentioned below, you will be expected to design your own human/animal counterparts ^^ )
The goal is to design either a human or animal (or both, if you would like) as part of the Nature's Twins series.
For example, you can draw a person with a unique design and describe what kind of animal you had in mind in the artist's description, or vice versa. If you would like to do both the person and animal, that is more than welcomed!
Please take note that these designs are expected to be fullbody!
The deadline will be set at January 31st!
This part s
bulimiain the nightbulimia4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you lie awake
you know well
its food you crave
you rise and go
down the stairs
till your stomach tears
so much food
it physically hurts
and then disgrace
you feel like dirt
the bathroom calls
you lock the door
you know by heart
is the first part
then the fingers
down the throat
the gagging starts
you cough and choke
up your neck
that burning feeling
it hurts so much
but this addiction
the need, the urge
you know its bad
yet you still purge
from your eyes
you cry and shake
then you arise
the word disgusting
through your head
better off dead
you promise yourself
tomorrow will be different
you wont eat
youll hold opinion
but the next night
you lie in bed
when craving started
you rose and fed
then the cycle
the hundredth time
been on this train
fail at something
as form of easement
of food and guilt
A Way Of LifeI wake up in the morning.A Way Of Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get out of bed.
And I check how much I need to suck in to see my ribs.
I get dressed.
I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
And I make sure I eat the minimal amount that will sustain me.
I go to the busstop.
I go through my morning classes.
And I read quietly at the table, consuming no food at all.
I go through afternoon classes.
I get on the bus.
And I go straight to work and make sure my mom doesn't notice I take no snack.
I do my homework.
I hide in my room.
And if I eat more than a few bites for supper, it's a trip to the swirling toilet to puke up the meal.
This is me.
This is me.
This is not an illness.
This is not a disease.
This is not an ailment.
This is a way of life.
Victim of Love I guess we knew this would happen,Victim of Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
somewhere deep down inside,
things I wish I'd never told you,
all the thoughts I had to hide.
It might have been inevitable,
something faded in your heart,
I never thought to fill the silence,
and we're drifting apart.
Another starry-eyed romantic,
forever lost in the the lonesome night,
the moon sings of her returning,
I won't go down without a fight.
I could tell you that I miss you,
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This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
I Am HungryI am HUNGRY.I Am Hungry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want food.
ALL the time.
I am hungry when I am,
I cry at night because,
I don't want to eat anymore.
So many promises,
made to myself.
But when I wake up...
I am hungry again.
One month Premium giveaway Winner!:edit: Okay guys~! The winner is Small-Blue-Owl ! Congradulations!One month Premium giveaway Winner!3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Thank you for everyone who entered! I'm sorry not all of you could win..
Free Points for 500 peopleSomeone gave me a shit ton of points so I want to share the love.Free Points for 500 people4 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Depending on your reason in needing them will determine how much I give ya. Also you must fave this article.
Ends after I have run out so it'll be between 300-600 people
Fear Isn't His Only Power Now ( Rotg Fanfiction)Fear Isn't His Only Power Now ( Rotg Fanfiction)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The big jolly white bearded man squinted at the globe once more, making sure this wasn't happening again . Tooth, the tooth fairy watched the globe in fear as North watched the lights go out on the globe. One by one. The Baby teeth crowed around her, trembling. " It can't be, it can't be again" She mumbled
"Oh why yes, it is happening again!" Boomed a voice that was familiar to all ears. " Pitch" Whispered North, stepping closer. A large black sand figure formed into the shape of Pitch. " Why yes, it's me, did you all miss me?" He asked in a mocking tone. Sandy glared at it, trying to figure it all out. " I thought we defeated you" The large bunny commented. " You thought you did, but you didn't " Pitch explained to them, walking all over the globe in his black sand form.
" You see, I'm much stronger now, due to my newest source of power. " Tooth glared as well." New source of power? Just what is it?" North asked Pitch. Pitch boomed another laugh. " Why it's some
At LeastAt Least6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun doesnt touch her,
or else it doesnt seem to,
reflecting, at least,
a thing of light, of beauty.
She doesnt speak, another
silent witness to the world,
screaming, for now,
she cant be heard, unspoken.
The world doesnt touch her,
or else it doesnt seem to,
disguising, at least,
Gazing, a hard light in her eyes,
she is glaring.
Nothing can touch her now.
She thinks that she can see the truth,
that she can see the world as it is,
and that she sees through all the lies.
On The Other Side - Chapter 3On The Other Side - Chapter 39 months ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 3: Be My Friend
“G’mornin’, sunshine number 2!” Jake exclaimed as Finn climbed down the ladder into the kitchen.
Finn yawned, stretching his arms. “Sunshine number 2?”
Jake nodded. “Flame boy’s already up, he’s doing some weird stretching thing in the living room.”
Finn smiled. “Hmm… stretching.” He grabbed a mug of coffee and a small bowl of coal briquettes, and walked to the living room. Flame Prince had covered the floor in the middle of the room with tin foil, and was standing in a complex-looking yoga pose, his whole body bent backward so that he was looking at Finn upside down.
Finn took a seat next to him. “Morning!” he said brightly, sipping his coffee. “Whatcha doing?”
“Camatkarasana,” said Flame Prince, his eyes closed.
“Camsat karana. Cool… cool.”
Flame Prince giggled as he flipped over, and sat cross-legged across
12.InsanityIs this12.Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my mind
Argues with itself
All the time?
Calling me fat
Calling me beautiful.
Telling me to eat
Telling me I can't.
Saying I shouldn't do this
Saying I have to.
That goes on
In my head?
I can't escape it.
I put my hands
Over my ears
And want to scream.
Knowing that something's wrong
But still doing it
And not finding help.
When my head is screaming,
Ana takes over my mind,
Pain relieves me?
In which I live,