Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall,Mirror Mirror2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
acting like you know it all.
Comparing every little thing.
Ruling my life like a king.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
making my self-esteem fall and fall.
Telling me things I don't want to hear.
Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
here I lie, here I sprawl.
Can't you see what you have done?
Making my mind become un-spun.
Wishing StarWish upon a simple star,Wishing Star2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hope and pray it will go far.
For happiness is a wish away.
Pick a star as you lay.
Climb to the window and gaze at the sky.
Raise your hand way up high.
Make a wish 'fore it's too late.
Make a wish; claim your fate.
And when your wish finally comes true;
when everything goes right for you.
Remember to thank your wishing star,
that you wished upon, oh so far.
Too LateNo one sees it before it's too late,Too Late2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the shadows among us whose hearts have no weight.
It's always the last ones you'd ever expect.
It's always the ones you never think to protect.
They try to hold it in , not let you see their pain,
when on the inside a white heart is now covered in red stain.
And when they seek help you just tell them to, "take it slow".
When on the inside they've already chosen what they want to let go.
You see them every now and then, sitting all alone.
Their own minds tearing at their heart that's been repeatedly re-sewn.
Yow think you really know them with their happy joyful faces.
But in reality their minds are hidden in dark places.
The last few days to their end are the very worst.
They look at you with sorrowful eyes that seem their going to burst.
You think it's just a faze, that it's just going to pass.
Weeks go by with along with the tears you cry when they never show up in class.
Unrequited LoveMade a mistake,Unrequited Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
something I can't take.
He's in denial,
and I'm on trial.
I tried my best to win his heart.
The taste of defeat is a lingering tart.
Can he not see me right there beside him?
Is it a possibility my love is too dim?
"Love is a battlefield", my heart says within,
but I have nothing to conquer and nothing to win.
His heart will never be mine.
So for now I'll just accept it with a sadly said, "fine".
I am a PoetA quiet voice among the rest,I am a Poet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trying not to be a pest.
Afraid of what my voice wants to say aloud.
My mind is hidden in a dark shroud.
I see a maze in everyone's mind.
They're all searching for a goal they can not find.
I am a poet, a voice unheard,
traveling through life, word by word.
Sinister SmileI fake a smile.Sinister Smile2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm on trial,
for all the things I've done.
Is it right,
that this is a sight
I've come to love and know?
A sinister smile finds its place.
Eyes full of laughter are on my face.
They judge me as they will.
I wonder what they think as I walk through the hall.
They're probably just waiting for the day I fall.
Do they really think they can hurt me with their silly thoughts?
I won't let that happen; I can take the shots.
I'll wait for my time on the stand.
But for now a fake smile is with me on trial.
I have no point for denial.
They can only judge.
......and I can only laugh........
Listen HereListen Here, young one...Listen Here2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a time when the Earth was filled with trees,
When flowers with bees.
When the Sun shone bright,
When clouds were white.
There was a time when people did not hate,
When money did not decide your fate.
When people lived there life for others,
When they sacrificed it all for their brothers.
There was a time when our future was vast,
When we were not held down by our past.
When what mattered the most was truth and love,
When no one person was above.
There was a time when people believed,
When people did not care what they received.
When power didn't corrupt us all,
When we could take a shot and still not fall.
Look around you, young one...
The world around you has lost it's color.
People don't care for one another.
Money and hate we treat as power,
Little do they know it's their final hour.
Soul-matesThey're soul-mates, that's what they are.Soul-mates3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can only envy from afar.
As I sit here all alone,
my heart feels like it's turned to stone.
They sit there together, hand in hand.
When I watch them my mind is in a distant land.
I feel like a fool to not have what they had.
To not know what love is, to always be sad.
They both get up to finally go,
and as they do I feel really low.
I can't blame them for that, and there's a reason why,
a reason too great that I can only cry.
~They're soul-mates, that's what they are.
I can only envy from afar.~
SoxMa Forever Mine Ch 4Ch 4SoxMa Forever Mine Ch 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Soul and Maka sat across from each other eating their breakfast in silence. Maka was calm on the outside but was dying of mortification on the inside. What was worse was the white-haired idiot had a permanent smirk on his face like he couldn't be more pleased with life. She felt anger well up in her chest again but felt it disappear when he caught her staring, again. She looked away quickly and hated herself for not being strong enough to stop the pink from forming in her cheeks. To her fury, instead of ignoring it like he should have, his smirk widened further and screamed self satisfaction then he returned to devouring his meal. The red in her cheeks quickly changed representation from embarrassment to rage. Rage towards her partner but more towards herself. Despite her anger being mostly directed at herself she would take the opportunity to chop Soul again for it, if it didn't mean destroying both their breakfast and the room to get to him.
How could this have happened? How did
SoxMa Forever Mine CH 2Ch 2SoxMa Forever Mine CH 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Morning. It always came too early for Maka's taste even if she was considered by most to be a "morning person". Lazily she peeked her head out from under her pink floral comforter. Rose colored light fringed with gold spilled into her room giving it a warm and cozy feel despite the cool from the air conditioner. She turned her emerald orbs towards her alarm clock; 6:00. She had woken before her alarm. Confused she looked around trying to find what had woken her prematurely. She saw nothing immediately, it was only when she stretched and felt her hand collide with soft hair did she find what was amiss. She rolled over quickly and found herself nose to nose with her possessive demon scythe.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! Soul! What the HELL are you doing IN MY BED!?" Maka screamed as she sat bolt upright and retreated to the edge of the bed away from the white-haired weapon. Soul jumped a little at her scream then propped himself up on his right elbow to gaze sleepily at her while rubbing an eye