SORTEO 2O POINTSHoli! Ya sabrán que somos 1OO watchers, así que:SORTEO 2O POINTS6 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
SORTEARÉ 20 POINTS
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Se fue:cBueno pues estoy SUPER triste:cSe fue:c5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Porque por una de las personas por las que estoy aqui, se ha ido, no se si irme ya que ella era una de las razónes por estar aqui, ahora que se ha ido, no se que haremos sus fans:c
Gracias a una persona, que ahora todo mundo ODIA ella se ha ido....
Si, hablo de Yahi:c Ella! Ella era, es y seguira siendo una de mis idolas!:3
Lamentablemente por la idiotez de una persona se va:c
Si ves esto Yahi! Yo te seguire apoyando para TODO(:
TE AMAMOS YAHAIRA!<3
She Should've Said YesShe was greeted by a warm smile, "Say you love me..."She Should've Said Yes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl bit her lip, "I don't think I can."
The smile faltered, "But.... why not...?"
"I know that you love somebody else more," murmured the girl, the hard words sticking in her throat.
There was silence, before, "If I have you then I won't need him."
She was dubious, "You'll always need him."
"No, I won't," A glimmer of a grin danced once more upon the lips, "Because your words will guide me away from copper sin and although my eyes are grey and apt to wander yours are brown and bright enough to hold my attention forever."
"I can't, I know that you'll never love me in the same way that you love him," her eyes were tearful, "but if I agree to love you what will happen if I find somebody else who loves me? Loves me properly and entirely? Whilst I'm tied to you and your treacher
Written LoveItalic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.Written Love5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
Shes cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or ?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
Want to go for a coffee sometime?
Can I call you again?
Bold lettering calls for faith, hope and trust. Self esteem brings it out, jumping from the white of paper, but even the timid can brave life with its encouraging energy.
Underline is exclamation. It is the reaction to news, the call of passion or the declaration of triumph. It can be coupled with t
Up and Aparti.Up and Apart4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was four and you were two. My Ma says she remembers me saying how it was such a bother when we had a playdate because you'd take my animal crackers and mash them between your fingers and your mouth but you'd never eat any of them.
I was seven and you were five, and my Ma told me to find a rose to give to you so she could take a picture with her new camera. I couldn't find any, so I went to Old Alfred's field and picked a wildflower instead. But it had a bee, and you had allergies, and you stuffed the petals in my mouth after your Pa fixed you up with the Epipen.
I was twelve and you were ten. You went to a Catholic girls' school and you said if I kissed you on the mouth, you wouldn't tell my Pa about the magazines and the cigarettes you helped me steal; but you didn't tell me you would kiss back.
I was fifteen and you were thirteen, and even though we were tired from racing home on our bikes, you let me sneak you out into Old
daughterI find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark strands. Her face is still in the shadows but a smile breaks through the silence and for the smallest moment I am stunned by the sheer momentum of life; the scent of baby powder, fireflies in the live oaks at night, the first time I felt her weight in my arms in a hospital bed, her tiny heart beating like a butterfly against my palm.daughter4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have to sift
Little Birdit's safe in hereLittle Bird1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't go outside
these bars will protect you
from the demons that hide
trust me darling
these bars are your friends
they've been here your whole life
they'll be here till the end
don't play with that latch
no keep your hands away
my darling little robin
you promised you'd stay
you gave your word
that you'd tweet and twitter
so sing me your song
my perfect little critter
you listen so well
for that you have my word
i'll keep you locked up
and safe little bird
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
Sobre el SORTEO y un packHolaaa, ah es tarde y sigo despierta ._. asjkasasSobre el SORTEO y un pack10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
bueno les keria avisar que mañana , va HOY domingo, jaajaj
cierra el sorteo , si kieren participar hasta que entre, aka les paso el link
-Ah y tambien que mañana subo el pack de los 100 pack , que prometi !
porque anduve con dolor de cabeza y no tenia muchas ganas de hacer nada, asi que
mañana lo termino todo & lo subo ♥
Live in a FariytaleWe don't live in a fairytaleLive in a Fariytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But there sure is lots of laughter
There may not be a witch or dragon
But there's plenty of disaster
No magic spells no poison apples
But creativity can show
Magic in our simple lives in the people that we know
Not everything is happy after a cold and longing wait
But we can find golden opportunities if we are willing to open up our gates
There may not be a prince to come sweep you off your feet
And declare "We'll be married by the morn!"
But you'll find the one you're meant for
And they'll take you, broken or torn
We don't live in a fairytale
But maybe if you take a good look
A hard enough look
You'll see... ..
Now maybe we do.
Craniul lui NietzscheCRANIUL LUI NIETZSHE (29 august 2005)Craniul lui Nietzsche8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In profunzimea oaselor
Se gasesc semintele filozofiei
Cel ce-a lasat pe albeata roaselor
Hartii scrieri date si omologiei
Citind, rupandu-te de realitate
Te gandesti cea mai ramas
Din acea ridicata vanitate
Poate o cenusa intr-un vas