It's Okay to Believe in MagicIt's okay to believe in magick,It's Okay to Believe in Magic6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and to spell it with a “k”.
To let your mind reverse,
and wonder to the olden days.
They will indeed tell you you're wrong,
that you're evil, cruel and vile,
that the beliefs you follow,
are a result of your own self-denial.
They'll say with a puff, that theirs is the only,
religion you can follow, to remain pure and holy.
But I tell you Wiccan girl (or boy), to collapse and embrace the earth,
to cry to the four winds,
of which your magic burst.
Let the power course through your veins,
and the voices fill your head.
For when you cast you incantation,
your fears will fall dead.
So it's okay to believe in magick,
i've had my experience with a few.
And take it from a Christian,
it's really nothing new.
To feel the earth vibrating, it's energy at a high,
to hear the spirits chanting, their voices through the sky.
The trees will sing and whisper,
of stories young and old,
of secrets that they keep,
that only you can unfold.
Be proud to be a Wiccan
I want to end it all.Wouldn't it be niceI want to end it all.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To do all those things
That you could only dream of doing
Slicing open your wrists
To watch the life slowly bleed out of you
Hanging off that end of the rope
To feel the breath slowly squeezed out of you
Getting that gun, and taking the shot
To feel your brains blown out of your head
You want to do it
But you're a coward
Just do it already
And save the world
A whole lotta trouble.
Should Be Loved (A Cutter's Lament)Should Be Loved (A Cutter's Lament)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the lover and to the fighter
To the hater and to the writer
To all the others out there like me
To those who share in this uphill battle against their psyche
To those that cut themselves just to feel some semblance of a sentiment long forgotten
To those that find themselves in a downward spiral of self-loathing and anguish all too often
There always exists something more to our life
Something more than our melancholy turned to liquid at the hand of a knife
But it feels like the strife won't ever come to an end
We live our sad, miserable life without a friend
Our father, in his drunken stupor, paints the ground with a bloody hue
Our relationship with our own subconscious resembles folie à deux
That boy we're so hopelessly in love with leaves our petition with no reciprocation
That girl we're so helplessly infatuated with love breaks our heart, leaving us to pray for exsanguination
Whoever you are, wherever you are, I beg of you
Hear my words and inculcate them into your shatte
TourismAmericans. That's what we are,Tourism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children of a young nation.
A free nation.
A land of fifty stars
And thirteen stripes
And moneyed media,
The standard of the world in films.
At least, the standard hypes
Whatever director helms
The newest visual tripe
Till millions trade their labor
To sit and be enamored
By a new "artistic" light.
Reels of fantasy and crime,
Of countries foreign
(And ill-portrayed them most),
Or set in different times―
Of this's our nation's boast.
And music! What a paragon
Of merit in the arts
To the human pantheon.
We rock and rap and scream
In emotions we know not,
Except it's envy, rage, or lust.
Dare we will to dream!
And also mental rust.
What more is there to dance
Then writhing, barely clothed,
In seductive manners posed
To ensnare us, to entrance?
Our culture is just that―
A soured product
Born of changing germs.
Each decade brings new stat
To the minds of youthful swarms.
A generation's grown
By whatever star
OoT: Saria's SongOoT: Saria's SongOoT: Saria's Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down this path
I'll show you a place that you've never seen.
But just keep up.
If you don't
I can't help
You'll be lost in the woods for a long time.
I have warned you.
That in mind
Let's go now
You and me.
Oh, what fun
We can have
In the woods.
Just keep up
And you'll see
But if you get lost sing this song to me and I will return to you
Please, remember this song.
JacketI want a girl I could give my jacket toJacket1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would be big on her
but she wouldn't care
aslong as it was mine
It'll keep her warm when I'm not around
It'll smell like me
She'll sniff it happily
while thinking of me
Wishing that I was right there beside her
She's the only one in this whole world
I'll give my jacket to
The only girl to make me act like a fool
I'll never hesitate to say "I love you"
It would warm me right up when she says "I Love you too"
So I dont think I'll need my jacket anytime soon
i want you because i shouldn't want you at alli want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,i want you because i shouldn't want you at all2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.
i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.
i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.
The Twilight Sparkle ZoneThere is a retarded dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as hypocritical as mental and as horrible as the Sonic Fanbase. It is the middle ground between sanity and stupidity, between common sense and not giving a damn, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. You're traveling through the dimension -- a dimension not only of racism and clopping but of pony ass. A journey into a hedious land whose boundaries are that of Rule 34. That's a clopfic up ahead. You unlock this door with the key of hell. Beyond it is that dimension: the dimension of haters, a dimension of butthurt, a dimension of pedos. You're moving into a land of both stereotypes and angry freaks, of disgust and perverted ideas. You've just crossed over into... This dimension... this is the dimension of horror. It is an area which we call "The Brony Zone".The Twilight Sparkle Zone3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
TearsTears are good for the eyesTears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's like rubbing alcohol
on paper cuts
but it's good for the eyes
it's that vaccine
that makes you sore
it lets out
all the bad feels
tears are good for your eyes
so I think
I'll lay down
Not AfraidI'm not afraid to tell youNot Afraid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you
I'm not afraid to show you
I love you.
I'm not afraid to
Let you inside, past the walls.
Nor could I be afraid,
To kiss you in public.
I am not afraid to be,
I am not afraid to,
Nor could I be afraid,
To tear out a heart,
And take a bite.
For tearing out mine.
Do Not Call Yourselves ChristiansWhen we look at gay marriage, we cringe in disgust,Do Not Call Yourselves Christians5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Bible has taught us that it's wrong...that it's a sin.
And if it truly is a sin, like we believe,
than why do we treat same sex-couples so...horrendously ?
We often say “hate the sin, love the sinner”,
but I think we go about the wrong way of doing that.
The bible tells us to love our enemies, but I think
we tend to disregard the fact.
If you steal from me, and I steal from you, then we're both sinners,
but we forgive and forget, and transform into winners.
Why can't we do the same for the man who marries his husband,
or the woman who ends the life of her unborn child?
We often say, “Hate the sin, and love the sinner”
But I think what you mean is, “Hate the sin, and hate the sinner.”
But according to your logic, we should be hating one another.
When did the bible become a pick-and-chose deal?
You say the Old Testament, but Jesus came and changed,
what that was about, and retaught us how to behav
Miss#1 (Tahno)Miss#1 (Tahno)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The water at the edge of Republic City was calm and quiet. I could see Air Temple Island across the stretch of waves but that was just an excuse; that way if someone caught me staring they would think I was admiring past Avatar Aang's statue or the Island itself. No one would know that I was really studying the water movements.
I can't help but laugh softly as I recognize the impossibly annoying voice calling my name. Of course, it would be her who has to come and ruin my day.
"Hey Tahno, how are you?" she asks, coming to a stop beside me.
"If you're that worried about me Uh-Vatar then just come right out and say it. I don't understand why everyone feels the need to spare my feelings." The words come out defensive, vicious, and hostile.
Simon PetrikovChapter OneSimon Petrikov2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ice King was acting wierd.
There had been a HUGE decrease in princess kidnappings and an increase in Ice King sightings. Not that he was unnoticable, what with his big ol' beard and creepy old man dress, but more that he had just been popping up everywhere.
Those evil gnomes that had kidnapped him that one time had found the Ice King running around their tunnels screaming for an "bed". Personally Finn wasn't sure if that or the gnomes with a sack and predatory grins next to his house was worse. He had only been able to ponder the Ice King situation after making Jake forcibly boot them off his doorway. The little freaks still creeped him out.
Princess Bubblegum had found the Ice King in the candy kingdom lollipop and caramell stores. That had caused an uproar that was still working itself out. Of course he and Jake had rushed over, their swords drawn and ready for an epic battle of ice and fists. To their s
Kyoya x Reader (that's you guys) Chp. 2Pushing the cart into the Host Club, Kyoya was less than surprised to be tackled by his sweet-craving sempai upon entrance.Kyoya x Reader (that's you guys) Chp. 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yaay!" Honey-sempai squealed, racing around the cart. "The cake is here! The cake is here!!"
"If you wanted cake that badly, you could have gone and eaten the cakes left over from last week..." Kyoya tried to explain to the older student; however, Honey-sempai had stopped listening and was proceeding to grab an armful of strawberry topped cupcakes and running off to his cousin Mori-sempai and his doll Usa-chan to eat before the bell rang.
Letting out a short breath of annoyance, Kyoya wheeled the cart into the small room he stored all the sweets, making sure to put Honey-sempai's favorite flavors on the lower shelves so he would resist climbing the shelves and knocking the cakes over... again...
Kyoya paused, listening to Tamaki talk with the girl who had brought the cakes. What was her name? Yoshia... He recalled, writing her name down in his book so he
Always on my mindEvery time my eyes open or close,Always on my mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I blink,
Whenever I can or can't see,
I can always see you.
Every time I take a nap,
Every time I go to sleep,
Whenever I lay down to rest,
I always dream of you.
Every time I pick up a crayon or marker,
Every time I decide to paint or draw,
Whenever I see a blank canvas,
I always picture you.
And I just want you to know that every time I think, I think only of you. Because you are always on my mind.