Fiolee VC cap 10.Cap. 10Fiolee VC cap 10.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Por donde íbamos? Ah si…
Yo: Esto… Yo… Queria decirte que yo….
Yo: Es que yo…
Cake: EJEM EJEM!!! Fionna, no le tenias otra cosa mas preparada a ML?
Finn y Jake: Eso!
Fionna: Oh! Es verdad! Vamos a la parte de atrás. Aparte de Hambo tienes una segunda parte como regalo: Una canción con un mensaje incluido!
Yo: Un mensaje?
Todos nos fuimos a la parte de atrás. Allí había un escenario muy rebuscado pero decente. También había un pequeño grupo detrás de un micrófono (Todo metido en el escenario). Entonces subí y empecé a hablar justo antes de empezar a cantar.
Yo: Ejem? Se oye? Si. Ok, eh… Hola a todos! No me presento porque ya me conocéis y… Bueno… Queria cantar una canción en honor al cumpleañero de hoy. Te conste, no es una canción de cumpleaños y a demas tiene un mensaje que entenderéis nomas empezar. Y te conste, otra vez, quiero que sepáis que estoy nerviosísima porque nunca había cantado en publico y porque el motivo de la ca
Shy Kid Poem Shy Kid PoemShy Kid Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever wonder about that one shy kid in your class?
They mute their thoughts from being spoken in public
but in reality they just want someone to understand them,
someone who can relate to their problems and struggles.
Well chances are that shy kid has a low level of confiedence.
They walk in the hallways alone or with a very few amount of friends,
their heads are down like it's hopeless looking for someone they can trust
with their heart and soul.
Or perhasps it's just that they believe they are always isolated from society.
Shy people are usually known just to get the task done, but we're
more than just a bunch of pe
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
A Poetic Tribute to Derpy: InspirationA Poetic Tribute to Derpy: Inspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of laughter
Summited the peak
Hero ever after
Gait, a pirouette
Birthed from adversity
Verily, a barque
Courage of the world
Daughters' guardian, mentor
Fan and producer
Never more graceful
Never more unwavering
Never more inspired
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
Faces Of MineFaces Of Mine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces Of Mine
A smile once so true
But it changed direction over time
I knew it was there because of you
But it was just belief based on a lie
Hope cannot be granted
And then stripped away
You have left my core tainted
With these wicked games that you play
May it be a lesson
Or turn it into fact and truth
Love won't be as important
As I use these scars as my proof
These eyes were once so hopeful
It was considered the rise after the fall
But my tears became unfaithful
As pain plunged out of my skull
No passion for the heart / No light for the dark
No love for the liars / No guilt for the betrayers
No truth for the corrupted / No solace for the hatred
No burden for the departed / No shame for the discarded
An innocent outlook on life
Once so pure and whole
But now it's twisted to survive
There is no caring anymore
Forced to adapt to cruelty
I injected ice into my
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
YouYou2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Fun.Put a gun to my headFun.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pull the trigger, I'll be dead
Go to the bathroom
Lock the door
Grad the razor and slide to the floor
Slice your skin
And watch yourself bleed
Press a little harder
And you will succeed
Grab the bottle
Swallow the pills
And then maybe it will kill
The pain inside
You have to hide
Now you're lying on the floor
Bleeding wrist, you beg for more
Nowhere to run
All I wanted was to have a little
RazorSweet little friend,Razor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the only one that
Truly understands me.
The only one that
Holds my hand
When I am
The one that listens
When I am upset.
The only one that
Hears me crying.
The one that counsels
Me how to cope with life.
And you're hungry
For more blood.
You are jumping and
Ready to be fed.
You love the softness of
My skin, and you promise to
Be gentle when you break
Through the vein.
But you're not strong enough.
You aren't sharp and bold
Like the others.
You're such a frail creature
And now it's your turn
To be disposed.
In the trash,
Where you always belonged.
There's got to be...As many times as we say,There's got to be...3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
As many times as we think,
We think that our lives isn't going to go right.
But...that's not true.
You say it's not,
You say it's the end,
You say you might never see that person again.
You can say it as much as you want,
But it's not the truth.
There's got to be a happy ending,
There's always a reunion,
There's always a way to meet them again.
There's always...and it's not the end for you.
It's always no end for everyone that you love and care for.
As much as there are many words that I can't describe for each other,
I just want to say..."I love you all! I love you so much!!"
Without all off you,
I don't know where I live without you.
Whether you know or not know,
There's always a bright road ahead of you.
AshesI would have liked to have pressedAshes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you between the pages of a book.
There, you could sleep between
semicolons and rest on the beak of
an R, let your body dry out from
spring to summer until I opened up
to just the right page again.
I could keep you between two
panes of glass on my wall,
jammed inside a frame with
bluebells and larkspur.
And then you would never have to be
and I would never have to fall down.
CellCellCell1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cell-cell to cell,
And I’m talking about phones,
Not the physical existential.
Where cells connect from the brain
And the physical-- and-and if you were here,
You’d feel that my palms are sweatin’
As my digits di-di-di-di-dial the digits,
Hoping you’ll answer the dial to-to-to-tone.
Dilated eyes and my tone dialed UP,
The pitch being raised
As you don’t take a swiiiiiiiiing.
I guess the phone’s out of r-r-r-r-reach.
Or you walked.
‘Cause the connection went from 5 bars,
And two smiles,
To 2 bars, to dark glares.
Wistfully whisking me from my chamber,
Into the real world away from my cell.
And it doesn’t have wi-fi.
Why me—no, why did you--
I mean why did we l-l-l-lose our fidelity?!
Why is there no cl-cl-cl-clear-clarity to us anymore?
Why when I di-di-di-di-dial-- practically dying by dialing,
You never pick up your cell?
I need you to pick up your c-c-c-cell.
I need to escape my c-c-c-cell.
A Funny ThingMy head floatsA Funny Thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a cotton ball
The way Lilly pads
Travel over a pond's surface.
You tell me—with lips drawn down
"Pay attention, you always do this."
In a haze I nod and tap
My twice chewed-over lips.
My head floats
In a cotton ball
A sloth on a branch.
My Last 36 Hours My Last 36 HoursMy Last 36 Hours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sat on the edge, feet dangling down,
I see your face crunched into a frown.
I've never felt so calm inside,
But if I fall, I swallow my pride.
I love you dearly, you love me too,
But my mind has started a coup,
It doesn't want me here for you,
It wants me to drive this knife right through.
You take the time to lock my doors,
Drag my insanity across the floors,
Beat it until there's naught but remains,
Lock it up in concrete and chains.
You saved my life again today,
You never stopped when I pushed you away.
You're so amazing, but you can't see,
How much you mean to me now I'm free.
The EndThe EndThe End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the matted haze
A silhouette, man or monster?
Are you there?
A trick of blackened mind?
You’d think my intended liberation cruelly selfish.
You’d ask -
What of the children? What of you? What of us?
These come as gifts to cling to.
I try to tell you.
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There’s a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It’s always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it’s not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
Until one day I fall in completely.
I hit the depths and my body shatters.
The pain renders me incapable.
The darkness and fog
Awakened the Spark of MagicAwakened the Spark of Magic3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Cutie Mark Poems
Ponies with Amorphis
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Awakened the Spark of Magic
I: The Gifted Child
Bedroom secured by wisdom
Book piles be my fortress
Candle lighting through the nights
I studied the ways of magic
Learned of the old knowledge and lore
Gathered my knowing of spells
and stories with the days gone by
Ever since seeing Her raise the Sun
I've had the thirst for learning more
Achieve my tasks, fulfill my dreams
Study under the greatest one
Days turned evenings as time flies
Taken in the endless books
Thousandfold of words in my mind
At last the day had arrived:
Prepared the best I could achieve
I walked the stairs to the tower
Under the shade of royal Sun
Enter the test, my gifted child
Show them the skills you withhold
If you're the one I've searched for
Try hatch the egg of old beast
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
InvisibleA/N: I always write poetry when I don't feel how I should. So here's my poem.Invisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s like she’s invisible.
She’s there, all right,
but no one cares.
No one listens to her.
No one talks to her.
Pulled from her fantasies,
the harsh, cruel reality
The spare part no one ever uses.
It would be better
if she didn’t exist.
slowly, and then all at onceand for once, he slips on his wedding ring, to cure the monotony. it slides over his knuckle, a perfect fit, and in the morning release of sunlight the silver gleams at him. it glares, calling him a liar: she is not a whorehouse and you are too broke to own her, you harlot, you. he buttons up, tucks in his shirt tail, and buckles his belt. the clinking of metal parts is the only sound in the room besides the dusting of her breathing beside him. and when he's gone, the only thing he leaves behind are the bruises on her collarbone.slowly, and then all at once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you find him because you're lonely, (well, it's actually the opposite.) he finds you because his wardrobe is black and his shoes are scuffed and he asks you where your castle is. you're the only princess he sees 'round here. the rain soaks into his shirt and he curses it, grinning. and damn girl, you follow him, because you think you see some kinda warmth in his ice blue eyes.
it takes you days t
I think I'm just going to go..Ever wished you were invisible?I think I'm just going to go..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not to just one person, to everyone?
Not to mention for more than one reason.
Don't you wonder who would miss you?
Sure you have some friends; not too popular.
Family of course, you "always" have them.
No not a girlfriend or boyfriend, I'm unloved.
Not like that bothers me, I couldn't care.
Nether would anyone else though..
Sure, perhaps there's more to life.
Maybe it does and will get better..
I never said I wanted to stick around though..
I don't want to see if it goes any better..
I know I don't deserve to live anymore..
Yeah go ahead, call me names like:
Attention seeker, bitch, loser etc.
All of those fucking names I'll live by.
Don't worry, I'm better off dead.
I'll leave this note.
Open the window,
Shed one last tear..
The Bits of Self-DestructionI tear myself to partsThe Bits of Self-Destruction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scratch the meat until it falls
Poisons hidden deep
Infect beings of the mind
I spread my chest wide open
To let fresh air leak through
In a web of twisted feelings
I seek sufficient truth
Injected with emotions
Confusion is sharply clear
Viruses probe relentlessly
The last remains of sanity
The override of brain
Heat emanates from its skin
Failing system cycles through
The bits of self-destruction
FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Friendless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.
He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.
Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.
He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.
He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.
The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.