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Writing ..Writing ..6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
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ابقى بعيداً عني ..
اشغل نفسك بالدنيا ..
فستنساني يوماً ما ..
مؤكدۘ أنك ستنساني ..
ان لم تنساني اليوم ..
فستنساني غداً ..
و
Take a step like mine...Take a step like mine...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do they think it's a joke?
When all we try is help?
It's not a joke for us,
When we go through it daily.
Just because you don't doesn't mean it isn't real.
Wait until you are in our shoes and tell me how it feels.
Take a step like mine,
Do you see how I limp?
Take a look like I do,
Do you see the spots I see?
Have a thought like I do,
Do you notice the gaps?
"Eat Flesh" :for English III:"Eat Flesh" :for English III:2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Eat Flesh"
By: Kay Lee Mireles
"Where are we going?" the young Mohawk female child asked in their native Iroquois Mohawk tongue.
"Away from newcomers " the boy replied as the two ran from the onslaught battlefield somewhere behind them.
The two younglings, the boy being elder, age 10, the girl, a mere 8 years of age, came from a small group of Mohawk Indians that tried to keep its distance from the new settlers but clearly, were found and these settlers looked to remove them from the land… permanently. For quite some time, a few hours with resting breaks, they ran to escape the attack on their people.
"We just-"in an unexpected sec
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly
Stand by MeStand by Me1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You cheered me up when I was feeling down
You bought me small gifts to rid me of my frown
You were the candle that showed me the light
You were the one who held me in your arms late at night
You were there standing by me
You made me smile when the sun failed to shine
You made me laugh when I was in despair
And when raindrop like tears threatened to wash away my dreams
You were there standing by me
And when raindrop like tears fell upon me and there was no one left to care
You held me in your arms
And whispered into my ears
I will stand by you
I always will
That I thank-you
That I care
I will stand by you
You stood by
Losing My Mind And MemoryLosing My Mind And Memory3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like The Rushing Waves,
My Mind Hinders In All Direction
My Memories Are Carried By The Strings Of The Tide
In & Out
In & Out
Disappearing On The Calming Sea Of Knowledge
The Tide Run's Out, & I Forget
The Tide Bleeds In & I Regret.
But The Moon Still Comes Out Night After Night
Bathing the Sea its Arc light.
Sometimes I Think My Mind Is Still Strong
Strong Like The Tide But Slowly Decayed
Wile On The Outside, I Play The Masquerade
But Deep In My Heart, I know All The Same
I Am Just Like The Rocks The Sea Whittled Away
Me & My Mind, We Aren't Hear To Stay
Sooner Or Later
We Will Just Fade Away...
FuneralsThe stars collapseFunerals3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my hands The bones
Of a White Dwarf gather
To raise a glass
As dust collects
In the pillars of creation
The PassionThe Passion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting with my dad in our big glass tent drinking coffee, is a usual routine in my life. I started the conversation by saying: "Dad, I'm passionate about birds, I really want to own one ". He looked at my face but it wasn't just a look, he was staring at all the details in my face and said: "let me tell you about your father's passion."
The story of my passion started since I was a teenager. I couldn't think of anything but falcons and hunting, it was moving in my veins with my blood. Mentioning the word hunting at that time could make me fly in my own world so proudly like a falcon brave and strong free as a king in his sky, but my fiction
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier. :)
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
Dough Ingredients:
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice
My Life In a NutshellMy Life In a Nutshell7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life In a Nutshell
I (That's just another word for me.)
I tried to reason with myself today.
I lost.
Reason won.
I didn't give you a fair chance to run before you fell in love with me.
By the way, why did you fall in love with me?
Or did you trip over the last heart you broke and land in my arms?
I saw the truth today.
It wasn't pretty.
Ditto.
Yesterday I had a dream.
You lost me.
I found me.
The world use to look so dim.
Oh wait, there's the light switch.
Damn, the light just burned out!
The future looks so bright.
No wait, that's just car headlights.
I think I died and went to...
Ah crap!
Not you again.
Weren't you
drunken sinners1.drunken sinners3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky had bled introverted colors of
reds and purples,
like some drunken painter had decided to
declare his independence.
2.
you kissed her pale pink lips,
and i thought about why you'd love such a
homesick murmur.
3.
the liquor was golden and gleaming
in your rusty
hands,
and your voice after you drank a glass
was grunge and grey and
you were different afterwards.
like someone had lacerated out your heart
from your chest and left it beating in my
hands.
4.
you were combing through the bible like
an unread diary,
and i could see jesus's disapproving face from your
unshaven chin.
5.
you were sinning and
you were also adam
GrinA quick kiss,Grin9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hold me tight,
An evil grin,
An empty breath of a word,
"You're mine."
My scowl,
And twist away.
Torn between lives,
Is it me,
Or is it me?
Last foreverI would stay with you under the dewLast forever1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing that more than a few
Moments we could spend together
Would just last forever
OnYeon-Three CentimetersIt was one thing to be sitting across the room from your crush.OnYeon-Three Centimeters1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was another thing to be sitting face to face across the table with your crush.
But it was another thing to be this, sitting right next to each other. So close that one tiny movement could lead to something unexpected.
If only Jinki had the courage to move his hand and make the spark. He wanted to make the move. This moment was the moment he had been waiting for. Seungyeon was here, sitting right beside him. Her hand three centimeters away from his.
It was quiet, maybe too quiet. But Seungyeon was fine with it. She was here. He was here. They were sitting right n
The Lock...The Lock …The Lock...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock stood in this chair, smoking the old wood pipe. Is mind was traveling, seeing letters number and pictures the last night's entire enigma. An aware of Watson's presence in the room he talked, "Oh can't Lester move to the right?" a pause takes place in the room as Watson looks at Sherlock through the tip of his eyes. Watson was cleaning his glasses and checking for his cane. "Do it again brain I have to see it again".
The low tune voice of echoed in the room "Get out, run… oh he intended for us to fear him… On the previous day he made the day look like a chase of us both. Watson, give me my watch."
He was a
Words Can CutSticks and stonesWords Can Cut1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your words are hate.
You are worthless, useless. You can't do anything and you will never do anything of any importance. Anything you do is a waste of time, no one cares. WORTHLESS!
Hate, bitter, rage without reason, those are your words to me and have always been towards me for as long as I have been alive.
Why do you hate me so much?
May break my bones
Why are you not like me? Why must you be so different from what I demand you to be? I gave you life, why can you not do as I demand and be exactly like me?
When I work hard, you criticise me. When I am doing something I enjoy, you criticise me. You call me usel
Self-DestructionThe sky is blue, a clear azureSelf-Destruction1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unlike the veil of night-
the wind is cool, the grass is green
the sun is shining bright.
The sea is calling, calling
with gleams of evil in the eyes-
the gulls that soar above me
agree with piercing cries.
The sky is grey, a hazy fog
just like the veil of night-
the winds are hot, the grass is gone
the sun's no longer bright.
The sea is calling,calling
calling me to give my all-
I bend my knees, I swing my arms
into the sea I fall-
Bye My FishMy FishBye My Fish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My fish have gone to the abyss
I even feel that they are amiss
Gone from my life maybe to a better one
I miss them I do miss them a ton
But I feel no sorrow not any more
Because I will open a new door
Into a new life a better one I hope
A Thousand LettersIf life was about love, you would tell me thatA Thousand Letters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything runs in a spiral,
how a picture says a thousand words
and actions speak louder than speaking ever could.
but then you would say how
a thousand letters could not make you forget me,
and how you would forget me if a thousand letters never arrived.
We parted on May 24th.
Winter is a month for such farewells, and December takes the brunt of it;
Who could have ever guessed that a time as bright as spring could rip us apart?
You were always one for watching the sunset;
I was always one for watching the stars.
Your letters were floating around my ceiling that night, and I tossed a
Happy HolidaysIlluminationHappy Holidays5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
red and green dancing figures
bright lights shimmer proud
Carol singing starts
joyful notes piercing the sky
happy faces show
Snow is falling down
white flakes floating along
landing softly down
Christmas Evening
children are sleeping soundly
morning approaching
Holidays arrive
the air is cold and lively
morning joy is here
The Lost Dream"Beyond the bounds of being, behind the shield of reality, it dwells within belief but only exist in actuality. A lost dream, conjured from the ghost's whispers and the angel's lyrics, rest in the palms of man and beams with power throughout the collective universe. Man, the vessel, the host; constantly viewing dreams, yet they remain ignorant, but a few are enlightened. A man with this knowledge of the dream, this power, can manipulate any reality." -Abdul-Basir Abdullah on DreamsThe Lost Dream5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Past lifeOut of the depths of the pastPast life11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The story unfolds
Like a knotted piece of string
One by one undone
With each of them a little piece
A little piece more comes
Giving me more insight
Into what once was
And maybe will be again
I can see us there
More of us each time
Clicking, one, two, three
More of us involved
Then I could have known
We have danced this dance
Together for quite some time
We have spun this together
Linked throughout time
Some of it nice
Although for some we paid the price
Not always pleasant
Not always kind
We have loved and fought
We have drawn our weapons
We made our choices
We have carried some with us
First KissAlone for once.First Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a person in sight to bother us.
Just you and me.
Hands held tight.
Both of us sweaty from the hot day.
I get us lost
(Partially on purpose).
It starts with a tender hug.
Arms wrapped around each other,
Breathing in rhythm.
My head is on your shoulder.
I feel safe and secure.
Then I look up, and you look down.
Did I close my eyes?
Who leaned in?
How long was it?
Who pulled away?
Does it really matter?
I just got my first kiss.
None of my questions matter.
I just know that it happened.
And I'm in love.
Sta.sh
