Ebony GirlFor when she enters the room of musicEbony Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the people turn to stare at her in awe.
As the music plays without a hitch
she moves around and dances with grace.
The men trade and all night they dance
the light of candles casting great shadows.
The beauty of her is greater than all
coming forth when she dips low in elegance.
The men dance and the women envy
and the elegant girl has a mask of ink.
The calls of night are too great to hold
and she slips away when the music is gone.
Men disperse but women still talk
elegance of woman is nothing to be heard.
The girl is gone but the music still echoes
before tomorrow even dawn the rumors start.
Of the girl in the ebony dress that danced by night
but was never seen by the charcoal people again.
Good Little Girl lyricsGood Little Girl lyrics1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Marshall Lee: Good little girl,
Always picking a fight with me.
You know that I'm bad,
But you're spending the night with me.
What... do you want... from my world?
You're a good little girl.
Fionna: Bad little boy.
That's what you're acting like.
I really don't buy,
That you're that kind of guy.
And... if you are...
Why do you want to hang out with me?
Marshall Lee: Don't you know I'm a villain?
Every night, I'm out killin'
Sending everyone running like children?
I know why you're mad at me,
I got demon eyes... and they're lookin' right through your anatomy,
Into your deepest fears.
Baby I'm not from here,
I'm from the nightosphere, to me you're clear... transparent,
You got a thing for me girl, It's apparent.
PlansLeaving just for a whilePlans4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I'm going should be really worthwhile
The road may be long to get there
But for what is waiting for me, nothing can compare
They'll tell me stories about what they did while I was gone
Later will all go out and play in the lawn
At night we'll try to catch fireflies
And watch as they light up the skies
When we've laughed and had all of our fun
We'll go to sleep and wait for the sun
Once we've opened our eyes to a new day
We'll start all over again but, go to the bay
PainPain1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A dark haired boy was standing at a pedestrian crossing. He was wearing a blindfold and was dressed entirely in some kind of black armor. On his right hip, a sheath with a sword in it could be seen.
A police officer saw the boy. First he thought nothing too strange about him, but then he noticed the sword. He started running towards the boy, wanting to give him a lecture about weapon laws and confiscating the sword.
Suddenly the boy just walked onto the street, not looking at all. But even if he had, he wouldnt have seen anything, because of the blindfold.
Shit! the police officer muttered.
Before he could do anything to stop the boy, a car raced out of a side street and hit the boy directly.
The police officer saw the boy sailing through the air, a fine red dust trailing after him.
Then time continued again.
With a thundering crash, the boy hit a wall on the other side of the street.
All traffic stopped. People jumped out of their cars
Ice King and the Island Lady SongIce King and the Island Lady Song11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Have you ever had a friend como este?
Have you ever had a friend,
Who would talk to a señorita?
And who would live and build a house on her pancita?
Vivir en armonía, the Ice King and the Señorita Isla.
El Rey Hielo y la Señorita Isla.
Have you ever had a friend like this?
Have you ever had a friend,
Who would talk to a lady?
And who would live and build a house on her tummy?
Living in harmony, the Ice King and the Island Lady
Ice King and Miss Island Lady
Rainbow ButterfliesRainbow Butterflies11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!
Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul
All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?
Yet, a lot of the rainbow butterflies
Have to pretend, to hide and to disguise.
Only artists are allowed to astound
While the others dance in the underground.
So they won't corrupt normality
Even at the cost of human dignity.
Still I love to see the butterflies around
And watching them fly high above the ground.
High above the minds too small to grasp
UnspokenI am the voice unspoken,Unspoken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…
I am numbed and cold,
Trapped in the ice of solitude,
You left me here in the wastes,
To seek my own sanctuary…
I am alone now, in your night,
I am freezing in my loneliness,
I am damned in my sorrow,
And through the void I sing…
"Bleed me dry"
I whisper to dry hearts,
"Take my life"
I taunt you with my eyes.
"Take it all"
You know the truth of it…
"Kill me here"
Its you who inside dies…
Jealousyi love you so muchJealousy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you make me so crazy
maybe it's just my jealousy
but i don't know if i wanna
deal with this all over again.
maybe i could try and change
but it's so hard to do
this is the way i am
i don't know what to do
i just wanna feel the way i do
when it's me and you
without a care
without anyone else there....
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 71 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
Untitled 1I dream of a life I can share with a loved oneUntitled 13 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a love to last longer than life
I wish for a death that will make me immortal
a death that won't kill
all my love for a wife
I hope I have started to live my forever
eternity, come let me in
I dream of these things that could make me immortal
but what if forever
has yet to begin?
how to make me love you.tell me white lies-how to make me love you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
allow me to trace the labyrinth
of your veins with my fingertips
and imagine your blood
is truly liquid
when we kiss, let me be
the first to pull away-
let me imagine that
if you had the time
you'd want to spend
the rest of your life
with your lips
if i cry, do not hold me-
let me get through my tears
on my own, so i can pretend
i do not need you to wipe them
away for me to survive;
i promise you i will always
come for you after i'm done,
like a child aching to be
should i grow up too fast
remind me of my dreams-
read me stories about Peter Pan,
and let me pretend that
we are the lost children.
let me soak my feet in
imagination, and come with me
to Never Never Land.
and when i tell you i hate you,
which with my temper, i know i
shall one day-
whisper to me gently,
"no you don't, love. you hate
spiders and ants
and sleeping on the left
side of the bed,
but you do not hate me."
because i could not hate you,
not for a year, or
The ClosetThe monsters aren't in the closet.The Closet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters are outside.
When we grew up we realized
That in there's where we should hide.
They chased us in here with their knives
And framed us for our "crimes".
They point and say, "Beware the closet!
Monsters are inside!"
I hear them talk about "my kind"
Through cracks between the door.
All I ask is for respect,
How could I ask for more?
The hateful glares, those judging looks
And all the dreadful things
Assault my waking moments
and stalk me in my dreams.
I shake and shiver, whimper and stir,
Safe inside my closet.
But safeness seems so temporary
when outside foes appall it.
We've done no wrong but it's not safe
To expose my self and soul.
I lock it in a box to hide
Where no one else will go.
I know there's others out there
Who left to face the world
But some are not as brave as they
Who never did return.
The monsters aren't in the closet.
The monsters are outside.
But here I sit and here I wait
'till I can leave with PRIDE.
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
Rules That Never FollowHello;Rules That Never Follow3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How are you?
Somehow I did not follow myself.
Can you try to understand me?
Yes, even a grown man will cry.
You cannot always ride them.
It is your mind that follows in suit.
We swallow hard.
The stars come and go.
Can I make my mental scars go away?
Fake smiles are hard to come by these days.
The sun does have the rays.
Can you imagine;
The world that never follows the rules?
Yes, nature can do the samething.
Images of many who break the spells.
Sell their own family.
I was given to a sacred heart.
Someone who loves me for who I am.
Do the rules really have to follow in suit?
The room does not have to be black and white.
Some rules bend.
Others can break.
Rules do not have to follow in line.
Does nature always follow by the rules?
Why are we being lead astray?
Burn or live.
Give me a chance to explain myself.
Just imagine who we are.
At least try to light the spark.
Sometimes there is a true mystery.
I may need some room to look around.
Can you read my mind?
normal is a six letter word.something went wrong around the eighth grade, when those mean boys followed you home, when they cornered you in an alley and pulled your hair out of its braid and told you to get on your knees because one boy had never gotten a blowjob before.normal is a six letter word.7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
nothing happened. you got away; horrified and shaking, but you did. it was after.
when everything happened.
used to be, you’d cry when you scraped your knees, and you'd let people finish their sentences before thoughtfully adding your own – but that was before, before those boys knocked something loose in you, because now it's a cycle of not stopping. you can't stop talking or thinking, thinking all these big, bold thoughts that can take you away, that can surround you like a deep, dark tunnel, you can't stop eating because girls are supposed to smile and sometimes eating fills that emptiness inside of you, just for a minute, but then you can't stop starving because there's no time to eat, because you can't stop,
AnorexiaShe was living inside meAnorexia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, she spoke for me
She didn't want I eat
So, I didn't eat anymore
I lost, but nobody saw it
When I explained all to my friends
They helped me
Both of them particularly
I will never be able to thank them enough
Thanks to them, I'm fine now
My life is beautiful, even if...
Now she'll always be there, deep inside myself
ScreamingI'm screaming!Screaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear me?
I SAID I'M SCREAMING!
I'm screaming for a reason.
So listen up
I'm tired of being patient.
I was that one that was polite.
I was that one that was quiet.
I was that one sitting in the corner hoping to be notice as I strived for improvement.
BECAUSE I'M SICK AND TIRED OF WAITING
So I'm going to scream. Shout. Whatever I have to do to be noticed.
If I stick with fate I'll just have a dull and boring life.
I SAID NO MORE
SO LISTEN THE FUCK UP.
AND LOOK AT ME!
I'M TIRED OF BEING INVISIBLE
So I'm going to scream.
Maybe you can do me a favor and notice before my voice gives out.
Oh and Destiny.
MAKORRA: This One8Curiosity.MAKORRA: This One82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was starting to get the best of her and she stared at him from across the table. As his hand was busy rubbing her sore foot, his golden eyes were returning her stare.
"What?" He said, breaking the silence.
"I'm just wondering what's next, Mr. Hat Trick. I mean, first it was breakfast in bed, then lunch in the park, then you went grocery shopping with me - something we haven't done together in a long time -, then an awesome dinner, and now I'm getting a foot massage. It feels more like my birthday than just a day for us." She said as she rested her cheek on her fist and gave him a small, confident smile.
He lightly chuckled as he kept rubbing her tanned foot. "Well, Mrs. Hat Trick," he started, making her laugh at her new name, "I was thinking that I would go ahead and do the dishes and then we just spend the rest of the night relaxing."
"Don't you already do the dishes?" She laughed.
He placed her foot back on the kitchen tile floor and got up from his seat. He lea
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today, I cried.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
I'm Almost ThereI'm Almost There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Almost There
Drunk with rage
Altered by pain
They say the prison is here to save us!
To cage up the thoughts that are dangerous!
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
Syncing with blame
Soon to break
I said it's too late!
I want it to end this way!
MAKORRA: This One3Fear.MAKORRA: This One32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was all she felt as she stood in front of the tall, white building. The glassy windows blinded her with ease and intimidation. She had never felt fear like this before.
She took in a deep breath and griped onto his scarf before finally walking into her personal hell.
"You can sit over there and fill this out. A nurse will be out to get you real soon." A very cheerful, young nurse said to her as she pointed over to a space with empty seats.
Why are they always so cheery? This place is hell, not heaven. She thought as she walked over to the empty seat to fill out the form that she has seen many other times.
She eyes the form and remembers all the times that she has filled it out.
The first time, he filled it out for her. They were both very happy and excited to be at the clean and impressing building. After that, their excitement and happiness shrunk and changed to concern and worry. Her confidence was up high on a thin and delicate tight rope and was abou
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of FoxwoodFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor. Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window. There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemin
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?Socially awkward1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer1 year ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru