My personal liarMy personal liar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see your lies,
I drink your wine.
I see the deception,
I close my eyes.
I do not care.
Lies or truth.
Believe or not.
I see the lie,
It is in the drawing.
I see the truth,
It is in a stranger's picture.
I see you are a prostitute,
you can't hide your heart.
You worship no God,
you believe in no human.
I see your false.
I drink your evil.
I close my eyes,
cause I do not care..
liar and loner,
traitor and player,
I love you...
The kiss of nights comfortThe kiss of nights comfort2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another man down.
Another friend down.
"Noo. . ." John murmurs in his sleep, his head moving to the other side of his pillow.
Another gunshot, followed by a loud boom as dirt flies into the air and comrades fall.
"Noo. . . noo. . ." He says more urgently, like a quiet, desperate cry.
The image changes.
It's Sherlock, on the roof of the hospital again.
The scene replayed in his head.
Sherlock sending his 'note' and jumping.
"SHERLOCK!" John bolts upwards, wide awake and breathing hard. He looked around, making sure that he was still there in his bedroom of 221b Baker Street. His and Sherlock's flat.
"That was two years ago John, calm down, Sherlock is fine." He said to himself, throwing his blanket back over his shoulder and laying his head on the pillow. He sighed, his breath back to normal. A light passed by the window, caused by a passing car. The faint sound of a siren wailing in the night. He turned away from the window and started drifting back to sleep. He was almost a
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
Dream ManDream Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen you in my dreams before,
just an image nothing more.
And every morning when I wake
it is for you that my heart aches.
Your long black hair like raven's wing,
I can't imagine a more beautiful thing.
Glowing emeralds are your eyes,
they are a girl's love-struck demise.
How I know you I do not know,
but wherever you are I shall go.
This I promise unto thee-
by Earth and Fire,
Wind and Sea,
This is my will,
so mote it be.
The Dust of the PastThe Dust of the Past1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad
I hug him
letting him cry
All the pain
he holds in him
are his dust
to his past
The Dust of the Past
not a thing
of the wind
or avoid from Life
I have a shoulder
to share with
to let him cry
I'll be there
He's a good friend
No one should go through tough times
Not become the dust
of their own life
Throw it ou
Lullaby for my Brown Eyed Little PrincessYour hazel Eyes fixed in my sight for the first timeLullaby for my Brown Eyed Little Princess2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You Smiled and then I knew I'd never let you go
Someone else came speaking words we didn't understand
You laid down on me and embraced me with your Wings
If you knew what you mean to me
If you just knew how you changed my Life, you could never imagine
Every time you Smile to me, it makes me feel like I'm in Heaven
When you cry, stormy clouds appear
I promise I'll teach you how to Fly
But please, stay right by my side
Together, we'll get lost in Childhood Dreams
Oh, my Princess, Fairy tales are truth
All you have to do is Dream
And your Wishes will come true
Close your Eyes
Open up your arms
Can you feel the Wind against your face?
Hey, on your fingertips
On your eyelashes
It's a Dream of Liberty,
a Magic breeze which carries all your troubles away and makes them disappear (Yeah!)
Believe in who you are (Who are you?)
Sad times will come, I'll be by your side but (Always)
Never stop Dreaming (Never, never)
Never stop Fly
Freddie's Christmas letter to the fan club"Hi there!Freddie's Christmas letter to the fan club2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I've finally got a chance to write to you. It's been a pretty fab year -
The tour was fun and a great success although I must admit I
had to be coaxed into doing it, I'm glad I did it now.
Since then I've been to Japan for a three week holiday. I had to
get away from everybody and everything to do with business. The
result was a fabulous time and I damn well deserved on it!
The band are now working on the Budapest Live Show to be
out on video cassete early 1987. I'm also working on a solo
project - it's so secretive even I don't know what it's a about.
Anyway, time to buzz off.
Have a super Xmas everybody.
Take care. Lots of love..."
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
CanadaxReader: Aren't We AllHe ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair and waited impatiently for her reply. Deep down, he wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her—to shake some sense into her, maybe—but he wasn't that kind of person, and so he couldn't, and didn't. Instead, he stood still, trying to keep the agitation out of his expression and the pain out of his eyes, all the while chewing on his lip so hard he could taste metal.CanadaxReader: Aren't We All1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd never wanted anything so badly, had never fought with Alfred over anything growing up—had always thought of himself as a sharer, a man of compromise and sacrifice, but now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wasn't sure he could share her. He thought he might fade into a million individual cells held together by a ghost of a human shape if he ever had to compromise on anything regarding her.
Yet she, unable to read his mind, only bit her lip and grimaced apologetically, oblivious to the twisting in his stomach.
"I can't," she said, looking down at her fe
I have toThenI have to2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was given a cookie
I ate the chocolate
And the biscuit
They're not so tasty
As they used to be
I used to open my wardrobe carefully
So as not to wake my teddy up
He's name was Richard
He was blue and simple
He was my friend
My big, blue friend
I whispered my secrets
To his blue, fluffy ears
I got in my wardrobe
And snuggled him
We're ready to go
The grasshopper will show us the way
I trusted him then
We're walking down the lane
Hand in hand
I'm tidying the wardrobe
I have to
I woke it up
It's lying under important stuff
Dusty and dirty
Useless and hopeless
And so mine
I kissed him
And came back to the real life
I have to
100 Theme Challenge List100 Theme Challenge List4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
8. Stress Relief
25. Twisted Imagination
40. Chicken or Egg?
58. Upside-down Dream
64. Realistic Artificial-ness
79. Insane Asylum
AftermathI handed my heart to youAftermath7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in terrible self-complacency
holding my last breath
between pale fingers
weaving this moment
after little death
while your scent lingers
like dead birds
lie on the tombs
Lonestar Belt Buckles and Old Faded Levi'sthey warned you about loving cowboys-Lonestar Belt Buckles and Old Faded Levi's1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how their ropes twine around your heart
and they hurt you with their
how their spurs leave scars when they ride you
and how, even though they love you,
they never stay for long.
they never mentioned the silky cowgirls
with lashes that curl like a desert wind,
didn't warn you about their smooth, cold pistols
and the dents they leave on your hips in bar rooms
when the night crowds stumble home,
never told you how intoxicating their sweat-soaked chaps
are when you snake them off,
how gritty their lips when you kiss away the sand,
and how, when they scream and buck against you,
they sound like the wild wolves that roam at night.
they never warned you about the cowgirls,
and so, when you fell in love, you were not afraid of her well-water eyes,
didn't fear her temper or her bloodshed
or the way she loved you like an animal
when the moon was low and your moans echoed off the cloudless sky.
they didn't warn you about the
The Wise Mantell that girlThe Wise Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who always sits alone on the bench
in the park
where the children feed their ducks
that she's beautiful
she doesn't know
she has lots of little fairies
inside her shiny, curly hair
waiting to tickle her face
with their shiny, little wings
and make her smile
go on a trip
to the end of the street
with that little boy
who was talking in riddles yesterday
he doesn't know that those blue weird creatures
which he saw through the hole in the fence
are still waiting for him
deep in the bushes
go to Mrs. Grant's Garden
and do all the things
she's not able to
she doesn't know
can be still as red as they used to be
in good times
look in the mirror
and smile to yourself
as it sounds
you don't know
that you can be happy
Listen to the wise man.
For your fatherYou are my child.For your father6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You are my light.
You are my life.
There is nothing I would hide.
You are always on my mind.
You, lovely son of mine.
And I am your father.
I am your support.
Bonds that matter.
Bonds you forgot.
Don't leave me child!
Don't cross that line!
Be my light.
Be my life,
I'm begging you, don't die!
Don't listen to this angel's cry.
Just breath, for your father.
Don't collapse what I created, with love, away from hatred.
Just breath for your father.
A flower in my handA flower in my hand.A flower in my hand6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This is all I have.
A flower in my hand.
You know, I am rich!
In a point you'll never reach!
A flower in my hand.
Oh, my lovely flower,
you give me such a power.
Would you fight with me?
You know who our enemies would be.
We will live together,
forever and ever,
with the flower in my hand.
Look at your garden, come on, walk faster.
Is there any flower who needs a master?
This flower in my hand will die
and the fault will be mine.
Give them a home, give them their sun,
erase them from the map.
Let the flowers live.
the abandonmentIt's something that you can't ever forgetthe abandonment6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i know you remeber the soreness you get
your tears, the pain
your fears, the shame...
Nothing cound compare your despair
while breathing the virus air
he\she had no explanation to say
no setback, no escape
And then he\she left you in the cold room
and you think he\she'll returne soon
But when the bitter cold wraps you at your dreams
you feel the emptyness, your broken heart and it seems
that sun will never rise again
and the clockwork death is now on set.
You will soon forget the good times that you had
but you will always remeber his\her back
The UnknownWhat do you think you can do?The Unknown6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How are you going to save me?
Nobody ever could
and nobody will be able to.
No one can see through the mist.
Tell me who is going to try.
I can smell your fear.
You will just run as everyone else.
I know what you 're thinking.
I know everything in this cruel world.
Everything is just too obvious.
Who do you looking at?
Do you know who am I?
If you know tell me, please.
So many years have passed, I don't remember anything.
Just spell the words and leave.
I' m so tired to live.