StayWhat would I doStay5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without a friend like you?
Who would I be
If you left me?
If you stay a while
I can make you smile.
I just can't bear to watch you go.
Do you recall how
We lived in the now?
When we woke up each day
Just to play?
I dread summer's end
As I'll miss you, my friend.
As warm turns to cold turns to snow.
Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
the most beautiful thingThe girl with the blue eyes. Those blue eyes as beautiful as heaven itself ... that seem to take me to infinity ...the most beautiful thing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl with the blue eyes. Those blue eyes are so beautiful, I do remember the great sea, and my immense love for her.
The blue eyes girl ... that girl is so beautiful, then I remember how far is she from me ...
More than a dream. An impossible.
I liked to make her feel like a treasure that others should envy.
I locked in a kind of dark world all my sadness.
A moment for you ...
Lightweight, throbbing and cheerful, full of dreams and love.
She cried when I cried without even knowing why.
My search is not easy. How I can reach your heart?
She conveys a sweet craving.
I feel like I owed something to her, maybe my whole life will be enough sacrifice for her.
Be to me as I to her: eternal companions.
Your lips are so red ... to kiss better. Oh ... You make me feel so confused. I must make a sculpture, a work of art ... something that shows the greatness of your beauty.
Set Me FreeSet Me Free5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
God is weeping.
Track marks line the young woman's arms in two almost perfect rows and her thin fingers fumble with fitting the needle in place. Her hands are shaking, but she manages to inject the liquid into her rapidly thinning veins.
She hasn't picked up her tattered Bible in months. When the prayers didn't work, the heroine always did. If she couldn't get the heroine, she'd pray for it. She sincerely believed that God was providing her with her fix when really God was weeping and allowing it to happen for a greater purpose, though His heart ached for her.
In a tiny bathroom two streets over lived a teenage boy with bloodshot eyes and bright red streaks on his chest. The wounds were weeping red, but the boy's face was expressionless. By this point, he no longer even felt the pain.
Trembling hands bring the vodka bottle to his lips and he chugs it down, savoring the burning sensation that is now the only thing that makes him feel alive. This boy has never even held a Bible before. I
The Girl Behind The MaskThe Girl Behind The Mask3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Behind every line I with my shaking hands scramble down on the paper
Behind every tear that slowly roll down my red cheeks
Behind every slow step I take on this lonely wandering
Behind every heavy breath my lungs struggle to take
Behind this mask Im trying y hardest to wear
Is all the tears you will never see
All the screams you will never hear
All the problems that you cant solve
the two starsThere are two stars in my life.the two stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One of them is hazel. The other is blue.
Those two stars are your eyes. Or also can be your ideas and your feelings. Your divine beauty, inside and out.
She is my angel and my muse.
Always remember you with my soul clenched. The most beautiful words in your mouth flowed.
Gently, you began to take possession of my soul. You shake my emotions and calm my spirit.
I walk with the eyes in the sky, because I imagine that you have been there, my angel. And you always want to return to.
Do not waste your heartbeat, my heart will be enough to cover all your feelings ... your pain ... your love.
I enjoyed the privilege to meet you in my painful life. For her was finally my craving.
I find the weapon to break your heart of ice. My hot blood can be the alternative.
Your wonderful face has been imprinted in my memory. And it’s because nobody is like you, not since I love you.
If you tell me, "Come with me now" even if you're far, far away, I would. Because is m
10 rules for rping10 Basic Rules for RPing:10 rules for rping7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. No godmodding, even in the slightest. Leave everything open for anything to happen, and then if you're RPing with another good RPer, they will respond reasonably. This means you never control another characters actions, and never make it impossible for a character to get out of a situation. If youve set up a precedent for something and the other RPer can also follow rules, then the RP will go well. For example, having guards come out of nowhere and surround someone to make it impossible for them to get away or fight their way out is godmodding. If however theyve say, infiltrated a castle and youve set a precedent that youve got guards there, then that would likely be okay, so long as you keep things realistic. The guards wont be there immediately, it takes time for them to arrive and respond. And please, for sanitys sake, keep the number realistic. If youre in a castle, you arent going to have 10,000 guards. I
PuppetI’ve long lost all life from inside mePuppet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a watch, I’ve used all of the battery.
I’m stuck, standing still,
like an idle figurine from some odd story.
Pinocchio aspired to be a real boy,
At least realer than I’d ever be.
Maybe I just need you to breathe some life back into me.
As you’d pull the strings,
I’d move charmingly.
As you’d move me limb by limb,
Until I recollect how it used to be.
Maybe I just need you to breathe some life back into me.
Short Poems for a Lost LoveDIFFERING VIEWSShort Poems for a Lost Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw, in you, Tomorrow.
You saw, in me, Today.
I loved you out of sorrow.
You loved me for my pain.
You've replaced my mind with the shadow of your smile;
My heart, with a broken-winged dove.
My sight, witht he shattered image of you leaving me;
My hearing, with the echoes of your love.
You took all I had and gave me nothing back;
You took my love and gave me naught but pain.
But I do not hate you, and I never will;
For this, I am the only one to blame.
WHAT HAPPENS NOW
What happens now you've turned the corner?
What happens now you've left my side?
What happened to "You're my forever"?
What happened to "At least I tried"?
What happened to those long-gone days,
When things were simple, if not good?
What happened to the care-free nights
Texting those who understood?
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemumChrysanthemum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long
When Sadness Creeps InWhen Sadness Creeps In11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I stand a lone
Sadness fading me,
All that once was;
A shadow I will be
Is now forgotten,
To my once whole heart
My soul is falling apart.
An ocean of
Tears full of speechless sorrow
Voices are but silent
In the whispered cries,
Of fallen mothers,
They no longer dwell,
In morning sun rise.
Placed into a sea
Of dieing dirt of the stars
Where we once inhabited
Of loving father's instead…
We sing a song a faith and hope
But to be torn apart of those who had assurance
Within themselves to believe,
To the minds of the free,
Sadness creeps in…
Taking over thee.
Let Me LiveI was alone, and found another loner. I was lost, and found solace with the lost. And for a few days, it lived. Without complication, without difficulty, without strain. But the way of life is not peace. There will always be those who are discontent or angry at the turn of events, whether it concerns them or not. And they will make their voices heard. They will make your life hard. But you have to do what's right for YOU. You have to feel what's right, decide what you need for YOU to be happy. Then you can worry about others. Then you can help them.Let Me Live4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Me ensenaste.Me ensenaste.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Me enseñaste a sentir amor, a ser celosa, a creer en un futuro hermoso... me enseñaste a vivir
Me enseñaste a creer en mí misma. Me enseñaste que es bueno amar locamente y no arrepentirme de nada. Me enseñaste a creer en el amor a primera vista. Me enseñaste a no sentir pena. Me enseñaste a caer y levantarme. Me enseñaste a necesitarte. Me enseñaste a mirar siempre hacia arriba...
Todo esas cosas buenas y talvez más. Pero, también me enseñaste que no siempre es bueno confiar en las personas. Me enseñaste a dejar de ser una inocente. Me enseñaste que no vale la pena sufrir por alguien como tú. Me enseñaste a despreciarte. Me enseñaste a sacar mis sentimientos. Aprendí a llorar. Aprendí a mentir. Aprendí a alejarme de los problemas. Aprendí que es mejor estar sola.
Hoy, me llevo perfectamente con mi soledad. Me siento mejor al lado de mi sombra que soportando tus insultos
lion boyi knew a boy withlion boy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their only love is a pen,
or weapon of choice.
their only home is the mind.
do not marry a writer.
they will leave you for hours,
lost in different worlds.
pulling them out is like waking a sleepwalker.
they will never live the same moment again.
thoughts are lightning quick,
and will never strike the same place more than once.
marry a writer.
only if you want your body
transformed into words.
do not marry a writer.
if you are a flower
requiring constant watering.
you will die, and we will turn your ashes into l e t t e r s.
but marry a writer,
if you want to live forever.
If you were my Konstantinereeking of stale cigarettesIf you were my Konstantine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beer in hand, walking down the street
ditched my shoes for a nice layer of skin
your fingers entwined with mine
i like your eyes
and your hands
and your tongue
i really like your tongue
i like your legs twisted with mine
and i like the way you tell me
you love me
that you really might fucking love me
you're just drunk
and i'm just in lust
and we're just fucked up
but this is what they write about
in fairy tales
In a momentIn a moment of despair,In a moment7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We never know what we do,
With the emotions running high,
We need to learn to hang on and think wise.
In a moment of pain,
Where the hurt grows stronger,
Making one weaker and desolate,
There should be a reminder that theres a better day coming soon.
In a moment of happiness,
We should never forget,
That itll never last forever,
So treasure it to make it an everlasting memory.
In a moment of love,
Ask yourself whether it is right,
Do you give more than you take,
Is it right and are you sure.
In a moment of loneliness,
One may find that the world spins slow,
But in truth it is a state of mind,
Which keeps you from seeing the brighter side of life.
In a moment of lust,
Think ahead of your actions,
Make sure you dont do anything,
To hurt anyones feelings.
In a moment of lying,
Dont ever take things for granted,
For the pain and hurt that you might create,
Will last longer and hurt ever more.
In a moment like this,
Advice and philosophy
A silent wishThrough the night the stars shine bright,A silent wish7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon unveils its immaculate beauty and light,
How I wish I could be the moon in his sky,
To give him all the light, the shine and the beauty.
If only the winds would blow this way,
And let me have my way with the breeze,
Give me the one chance I ask for so intently,
In this silent night of darkness.
I would then shine above the darkest sky,
Onto the clearest of them all,
For nothing would lie in my power to truly show,
The meaning he has brought into my life.
The warmth of this love that resides in silence,
The hope that grows without much light,
Will shine forever more,
And all I will do is spread this shine,
And make him feel and get the best that this life of mine could ever give.
Last StopsLast Stops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she wanted to be called Ida, had found her chatter. “Oh, I