Across the universeAcross the universe4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across the universe,
search for your remorse,
hard to find,
helps me unwind.
Days gone dark,
lights put out,
spark of hope,
the heart is broke.
WalkingI rose this morningWalking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To find myself human
And I, being thus,
Took a path from where I lay,
Brushing aside brambles and branches
In my journey that day.
The figures I passed
On that road were many,
Most walked as I did,
Though a few, being mournful
Passed me by, walking once again
Over footsteps already made.
They soon passed into shadow,
Far, far behind,
Their keening travelled oddly
Amidst boughs and leaves
Being distorted, changed:
A child's cry.
Patches of sunlight
Dripped over starved and parched minds
And souls, a welcome relief
Before plunging, once again,
Into solumn, stately marches
Forging paths and half-paths
A wall of shadow stood,
A sentinal, a last barrier,
The pilgrims, I among them
Before marching onward
Donning the dark as a velvet cloak
Pale faces drift by, watching,
A figure stands before me.
He turns, and looks;
He walks not as others do
His arms, open wide and dark
Welcomed me in cool embrace,
And I, being human, slept that night.
Goals.To find out what you love,Goals.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you must know what you hate.
LaB- Page oneI went to the park and saw a girl.LaB- Page one2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wasn't special in any way; Plain hair, plain face, plain everything. She wasn't at all beautiful or glamorous or bright. But there was something about her, different.
She sat off-center in the field, legs straddled, and her back slouched over. Her head hung like it was heavier than the world itself, although her whole body put together couldn't have weighed over 95 pounds. She was about my age, and she wore a loose medium-grey tank top and ripped, faded grey skinny jeans. Her skin was fair and her hair hung flat and shapeless over her face. It had jagged edges and was a flat, dull black that may have gone to a few inches below her shoulders, had she been sitting up. She was very skinny and flat chested, and her ribs probably showed a bit under her stomach. She faintly resembled a corpse.
She was muttering something to herself, not audible at all, and a cheap 2007 cellphone was pressed up against her ear. She put the phone down as if the call had b
KotT Guitar chordsKotT Guitar chords2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[Bm, A, G, Bm] 2x
Bm, A, G, Bm
Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while
Bm, A, G, D
Tell me of a story never ever told in the past
Take me back to the land
Where my yearnings were born
G, D, A, G
The key to open the door is in your hand
G, A, Bm
Now fly me there
(Bm), C#m, D, C#m,
[G, A] 5x,
Bm, C#m, D, C#m,
[G, A] 5x,
Bm, A, G, Bm
Fanatics find their heaven in never ending storming winds
Bm, A, G, D
Auguries of destruction be a lullaby for rebirth
Consolations, be there
In my dreamland to
A_DA_D3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hot tear glides over my smile
the tear is the only thing real
you press your soft lips to where the tear was
wrapping your arms aroud me
pulling me in
i shudder instinctively
you notice and loosen your grip
that already bruised me
goodbye is not a see you later
its a not coming back
we have to say our goodbyes
you say i'll find a better person for me
you say your gonna miss me
you say im a great person
you tell me not to love you anymore
that it will only hurt us more
you dont want to hurt me
but thats what goodbye does
one last makes me cry
one last hug makes me cry harder
seeing you one last time
makes me take my own life
Shadow Dance (+audio)Shadow DanceShadow Dance (+audio)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
waves of desire conflate - in a back alley
thrusting against a steel gate - in a back alley
city’s entrails echoing within its bowel;
cats yowl, junkies tempt their fate - in a back alley
muffled steps furtively follow the innocent,
fears come true and permeate - in a back alley
a pandora’s box retaining nightly secrets;
one’s loyalty fluctuate - in a back alley
lovingly dancing with her shadow, a girl waits
for a white thread, a soul mate - in a back alley
-Sophie, February 2013
The Spiritual PowerThe spiritual powerThe Spiritual Power3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The mother nature know how guide us on path of our development...
She communicates through our purest sense...through of our intuitions and perceptions.
There is nothing that really can hurt us here on world of effects... besides the our own personal negligence.
Only ourself can hurt us...
Only ourself can allow others do something against us!
And same so...there a inner voice that advises us about real intentions of others...this voice...it's our conscious...is the mother nature demonstrating your love and attention by us.
And the only thing that we must to do...
It's only if open for this connection!
And how if open for this connection?
It's so easy and so simple...
Achive our natural connection...only depend of our deep wish of union with our creator;
From of moment that we seek a unit with our essence...we pass to focus only in feelings and attitutes that take us to state of tranquility in relation to everything...
We pass to have confidence on power of our inne
Sibrano - The Breed Sheet - work in progressHistorySibrano - The Breed Sheet - work in progress1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
Back in the day, when fairytales were as often based on the truth as well as the fantasy of the writer, back when the Fae wandered among us as a part of their youth trials, many of them enjoyed living amongst and talking to the animals of our world. The Fae called them their companions, often bringing a select few back to the Neverlands.
But as life in Neverland could change the animals, so did life in our world change some of the Fae, if they stayed for too long:
Shape shifters lost control of their wild side, the moon took hold over them and they changed into werewolves – hunting both humans as well as their own kind.
Elves were infected with the flaws of humanity, their thirst for life exceeded their will power, and so as they once tasted the energy stored in blood, they would feel the hunger as a constant presence within their soul.
A general hunger for power was an ever existing problem among almost all the Fae. This hunger made Healers turn their a
Watch me.Do you hesitate because you fear the fall or are you just afraid of someone watching?Watch me.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Think about it. Now. Frankly, I believe nothing is stopping me more than the little boundaries in my head.
Those keep telling me not to disappoint you. To live up to your expectations. Expectations! God, I hate them.
That's why sometimes you need to break free, break apart even, to find some truthful reason for your decisions.
I would do so many things if you weren't there staring at me. And making me care so much about you. Don't. Just don't. For I will come to hate you at some point. Because it will be your fault. Or mine for feeling obliged.
I'm up for something stupid. And just to be real honest, I'm not terrified. In fact, I never was. This might be just horribly dangerous.
I might just kill me. But goddamn watch me! As I take that step with my knowing smile. Here I come and I'll be falling. And I'll fly.
I dance towards the cliff, hey feel free to watch me as I die.
Do you hesitate because you f
In Oz: Get Wild!In Oz: Get Wild!In Oz: Get Wild!1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
So here you are, indeed an Art Warrior, and you were able to live this from the first moment on, at least from the day you decided to support this idea. You put your heart and your soul in it, and I think that's what you are and this is what your name stands for: Taya's a warrior's name, and like Katniss in the arena of Panem you're now in the arena of life - but you're guarded by angels and invincible as long as you believe in the power of love.
There are a lot of colors on your skin, but the purest color is the color of your soul. Get wild, Taya!
it's raining, it's pouringi should be out in the pounding rain...it's raining, it's pouring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning and thunder igniting all of the horrors,
pain, envy, sorrow, regret... washing me away
maybe i'd melt into the soil?
i like that better than rotting.
scorchthe fire licks the wounds you mourn overscorch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
any hope now is so far past
you dare dream the aching burn will melt away
give life to a new bliss, a new song
palms opening; flower, blooming
the rain is here to stay.
She Lives in YouGrasping upon branchesShe Lives in You2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
stepping upon stars
here I am led back from afar
the impetus, the love
I have found this trail
fragile and beautiful
simple and seamless
my hair drops down my shoulders
my mane, bewildered ~ my eyes taking it in
a love unhindered
Iv'e found me
here in beautiful light
among the galaxies and nebulas
we have found me
Circadian Works 1: Her BedI stared up hopelesslyCircadian Works 1: Her Bed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At her white-washed ceiling
And tried to let my busy mind
Roll into nothingness
But alas, insomnia prevailed
Turning over, I see her face
If only for a passing, flashing moment
It's instantly replaced with his likeness
And then the memories take me away
They forcefully strap me into the seat
Made up of pillows with the softest feathers
That, if I did not know one of the stops
Before our guaranteed preplanned destination,
I may have even relaxed
And conceded to the flight
I saw his hands
His wide hands with the long fingers
Stretched out above us
I loved looking at his hands
I would spend my time
Simply tracing the lines on his hand
Comparing those strong fingers
To my much smaller ones
So into my work
That I was surprised when
That hand grasped mine
And pulled me into his side
And that wide, white grin
Appeared in my mind's blind-spot
And disappeared just as suddenly
And then we were off again
This time, a meadow-less location
I was red
My cheeks, my
After WarThe trying times have ended,After War4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And summer has begun.
When lights are bright
To keep out night.
So cover me with kisses to keep me safe and sound.
The darkness has been banished,
And all is well up here -
Where hearts are strong
And life's a song.
So keep me close to the sea if that's the best I can do.
The fights are done and over;
Goodness has finally won.
We trust the just,
But still, I lust
For a purpose and a voice with which to give a revolution breath.
Thinking of YouThinking of YouThinking of You6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, I look up at the dark, star filled sky and wonder about what you are doing.
At the same time, I wonder if you are doing the same thing, but you're wondering about me.
It's a silly thought, I know, but the heart likes these little thoughts. Stupid as they may be.
Even so, I would be able to sleep well at night if I knew you feel the same as I do.
Then, if that's the case, I wouldn't be tossing and turning, hoping my feelings aren't one-sided.
Sometimes, I try to remember all of our happy moment that had passed, and I laugh quietly to myself at remembering your silly antics.
Your smile, your laugh, your attitude.... All of it makes me want to smile with you, but I have to remain level-headed.
So as I look out my window tonight, feel the cool air brush gently against my face, and let my thoughts drift towards you, for once, I will let my smile peer through so I could say for once, that I smiled for you.
I love you.
rulesSkipped class to skip stones, alone.rules3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This