SoulxMaka Maka's poemSoulxMaka Maka's poem4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In small room of Maka was too quiet... She have feel little depressed. Than, in one moment
she remember advice she gave to Crona when he was upset... To write poem.
Maka takes piece of paper from the desk and take hard breth. First thought in her head was
Soul... Than she get little pink blushes around her cheeks and start to write...
''Do you know that I couldn't breathe
I hardly think arrived gather
and then when I saw you
my heart might stop beathing
I wanted to immediately go
Your look could kill me
as if it was fate
all mine is yours then became
I'm not ashamed
you are my always belover
I couldn't say you then
that from the first moment my heart
belogst to you
I'm not ashamed
Let thundered thunder
let the rain through a cloud burst
for everybody to hear
that you are my love...
I remember our first meeting
always too short night for a huging
only you loved me tenderly
You don't know how much I was missing
Then I have my whole life spoke
silence rarely lasted
I said you
Unorganized ReligionUnorganized Religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise the invisible
Because He cannot hurt you
Listen to the man
and do as he says
to avoid a fiery end
to keep you sitting up straight
You think you are willing
Because your daddy said so
Don't you wanna see mom again
Tie your hair up tight
and close your knees
Smile with your teeth
your jaw tight
What you say is wrong
So listen well child
and I'll tell you how to live.
Poor Unfortunate SoulsI admit that, at the start, I was cool with itPoor Unfortunate Souls4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Twilight couldn't be as all bad as they'd say
Now that I've seen for myself,
I've kicked it off my shelf
Threw the whole kit and caboodle away
And I fortunately gained a little knowledge
At least that is one good thing to be possessed
It's so bad, it makes me laugh
Those guys are all riffraff
They're so miserable, whiny, and depressed
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
Bella only thinks of Edward
Jacob wants to get the girl
Do these guys need help?
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
You could never find a worse team
Of role models anywhere
Those guys need help
Yes, they do!
Now, it's happened once or twice
Some folks had to pay a price
I'm sad to say
Some fans have raked 'em across the coals
Meyer's had the odd complaint
But on the whole, she's like a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
There's Edward's looks
His pretty face
And don't underestimate
The power of his body language!
I'm a TomboyI'm a tomboy and I admit it.I'm a Tomboy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wear makeup every day.
I don't stress about what to wear or how I look.
I don't like dolls or perfumes, and I never have.
I don't care if my hair is a little messy.
I don't obsess over every boy that gives me a glance.
I don't say I love someone that I met two days ago.
I don't date a guy just for the fun of it.
I don't need to be in a relationship.
I like sports.
I like video games.
I like toy cars and legos.
I am strong.
I can take a hit.
I am dirty-minded.
I wear baggy clothes.
I like scary movies.
I can go on any amusement park ride, because I love the adrenaline.
I am a nerd.
I only say I love someone I truly care for.
I am someone who fights for what I believe in, and those I care for.
I like to be weird and crazy.
I want someone to like me for me. Someone who can accept all of these facts.
But is it just me,
Or are these guys really hard to find?
Two LungsI have two lungs:Two Lungs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one is for my delusions,
the other for my discomfort.
Each side weighs the same
too much. And each breath is labored.
The gasp inside my mouth doesn't want
to exist outside of my body.
At least I'm alive,
I like to tell myself sometimes.
lung inches up every time I exhale
until it touches the electric sulcuses
and lilac lobes of my brain;
I can feel it adapting to the magnitude
of the feeble cells firing in
retaliation. It lives there.
This is how the delusions began.
lung is tyrannical in the way it moves
through my body like a pebble in an avalanche -
a puff of dry air in a drought, and I know
there is some physiological disaster going on
in me but I can't stop it. The unease
is something one learns to deal with,
but I feel it every time I move.
The discomfort of its assault
Each time someone tells me
Why isn't she breathing? Someone help her!
Breathe. Air. Gasp. Inhale. Empty.
The thoughts inside my head
The ClosetI.The Closet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had a dream
that sprung legs and ran ahead into the closet in front of my bed;
the door swung shut behind it, and I fell asleep with my eyes wide
watching bright fantasies that were not mine to see.
The sun flushed into my room and swallowed me up in its light
sometime between me playing with my eyelashes and mumbling
to the walls. I leaped toward the closet door and tugged it open.
It was empty.
I had a dream that my closet was calling to me like a giant
with curious white eyes; I woke up asleep on its floor
with my blanket tucked into my arms. I stayed in there
all day and refused to leave even when the father
called for me. I wanted to hear her heart beat.
I had an idea,
but it only came weeks later when I sat down to dinner.
The parents avoided eye contact; I was the child who slept
on the closet floor, the one with the silly mind.
The idea was simple. I lied in bed as still as the moonlight,
my mind hummed like the creatures swarming beneath me.
When the lights were
My Old FriendMy Old FriendMy Old Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is an old-fashioned sort.
Ever polite, he tips his hat,
nods and holds the door to pass,
smiling as I go.
My Old Friend knows me best.
Always he listens and murmurs,
Learning my foes and my fears
To comfort me with silent thought
And peaceful eyes.
My Old Friend loves surprises.
He's very thoughtful, and often
Throws surprise birthday parties
For the ones he misses most.
Never has he thrown one for me.
My Old Friend always passes by
Yet never stops to say hello.
I often wonder if he's forgotten me;
Suddenly he appears again,
Smiling politely from a headline
or a crowded street.
My Old Friend will be at my door
Before I am prepared for him.
He'll straighten his tie and offer his hand
As I've imagined
Many times before.
In his eyes float my mirrors,
Pale around the mouth.
And when he reads my fears in my heart
On aging parchment young
He'll weep to see that like the rest
What I fear most of all is him.
Pretty little. Pretty, little.In between the pretty, little houses,Pretty little. Pretty, little.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the pretty, little streets,
Sits a pretty ugly, little man,
Playing the most melodic beats,
People admire him from a far,
Not daring to let their children near,
But when all he wants is love,
They seem to disappear,
So he plays his pretty, little music,
In this pretty, little town,
Awaking pretty, little smiles,
While nobody notices his pretty little frown.
For Princess Cadence, My True LoveI'll be your Shining ArmorFor Princess Cadence, My True Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll be my Cadence
I"ll love you forever
No matter the distance
Always there for you, I'll be
Just like the Doctor and Derpy
I'll be Soarin', You'll be Dash
I'll never call you Rainbow Crash
And when you need me, Rarity
I'll be Spike and set you free
These feelings I can't hold back
Like Cheerilee and Big Mac
Cranky Doodle, lost in life
Matilda rescued him from strife
Just as you were destined to
When you said the words "I do"
We'll be like Mr. and Mrs. Cake
Beautiful children we will make
They'll grow up and we'll grow old
A love story was foretold
Who that it'd be ours to tell
We're under Cadence's spell
Two hearts becoming one
A bond that cannot be undone
I love you so much, you know
It all started with a TV show
My Little Ponies changed my world
Thus my love story had unfurled
Jack FrostBiting windJack Frost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sing me a song
I'll sing along
a deathly show
So cold, Jack Frost,
white as snow
Jack Frost, he
nipped at my nose
My heart was open
but his, it froze
Will he ever
see the Spring
what he sings
Poor Jack Frost
can't melt away
will his heart stay
HeroHate it when you call me that.Hero4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really do. 'Cause it's not something I 'feel'.
Not that I don't appreciate it, I do.
But it's not me.
I remember when you first said it.
My little eyes must have lit up like the sun that day.
Had my face painted and everything, you said
Oh, yeah: Spiderman.
Obviously. My favourite.
I was over the moon. Could have cried.
So happy my Daddy said that to me.
But when it comes down to it, being this guy
It's a horribly lonely existence.
'Cause, you see: you have to be prepared
To wear a mask. All the time. People look to you
For strength. In you must be the best of what humanity offers.
And I know that behind this bright painted face.
Is something horrible. The potential to be something terrible.
And I worry everyday
That he's me.
But I'd never let it be.
That's why, although I hate it
I never want a day to go by when you don't think
There he is.
He's a Hero, that one.
Dear my brother-FMA songDear my brother-FMA song3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
wish it was only a dream
but I was wrong again
this nightmare is real.
I look at you and I can't see your smile,
and it's all because of me.
I still tell you everything will be fine
and that you don't need to worry.
I am Smiling to you fake smile.
all the negative thoughts in my head
but I can't cry my brother,I cant.
Because of you.
Why do I continue to lie to you?
Trust me,I will slice the fate
and bring our life back in time
When you were able to see
your own reflection in the mirror
and your childish smile.
And listen to me!
our mother will be proud of us
just stay with me
don't leave me
because everything I am doing right now
is for you.
Dear me,dear me,Dear me,7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a reason for you in
this world, i promise.
you've just got to get out
there and find it.
don't ever think you're
not worth it.
quit comparing your life
to cycles on the
remember that inside,
there are lots of colors and
some are the color of
the leaves will always be
brilliant, but the trick is to
close your eyes and
listen to the cracking sounds
beneath your toes.
feel the wind,
and let your cheeks
turn red like the leaves.
don't ever let go of your dreams.
hold on tighter and tighter
sometimes it's healthier to
plunge into the unknown.
you are stronger than
you give yourself credit for.
feel the world around you,
taste the colors.
you're free, start
learning how to breathe.
sometimes life is better
behind closed eyes.
so close your eyes, stretch
out your arms, and
because there will always be someone
there to catch you.
Hard Candy for Bitter WoundsFrom the beginningHard Candy for Bitter Wounds2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I knew pain, neglect, distrust.
How weak, how penitent am I
that I bow my pride to you.
Please, will you offer relief
if I beg and flatter ‘til suns
fade and moons crumble to dust,
for me, this foolish pained man?
Inside I am sore, so sorry-
weary of living beside my hateful,
lonely shadow who dares not reckon
for me: unholy, empty, impure.
But you, my dear, fill me up
to the brim with cool, clear
please ease the ache of my dried insides.
* * * * * * * *
For your pains, love, presented
with razor-sweet tongue-crippling smiles
Hard Candy for Bitter Wounds
to soothe you to the gallows.
Savor the metallic-laced taste
masked by succulent shine,
the tantalizing innocence of
young, freckled flesh.
Walk into the wolf-trap
and writhe no more,
but know that an audience watches
you come undone in shame.
No fortified diamond,
no silver plea can loosen the grip
of the noose
which you so willingly knelt for.
Angel ComplexThere are those who believe themselves to be vampires...Angel Complex3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Werewolves, witches, psychics...
I sit alone, not knowing what to think of God, but knowing what I think about Angels:
They are my idols, my models, my grace.
Guardians of people, of dreams, of hope.
But I am one of those who do not believe in angels that are described with wings and halo and harp.
Those are just metaphors...I have found...
The wings are the acts or protection...to shield away from harm.
The halo is but the heart...that encircles the soul, the spark.
The harp is but soothing words made into an art.
How I wish to be like them, the Angels who protect...
But at the same time, while I try and fail...
Who will save me from my own death?
Solution Light a match deep in lungsSolution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Want to cough out these
Solve and swallow
Dissolve and nourish
Deep roots in veins
Cross and run as railroads
TitanicThere are two things ITitanic8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will never forget from that night:
The horrible screams of people
Running from their plight and
The tears running freely
Down my face.
They told us nothing was wrong,
Although their eyes were wide with fear.
Listen to me! my father said,
Everything will be alright, Dear.
But the tears were running freely
Down my face.
The ships unsinkable!
This must be some mistake!
My mothers face was grim
And her hands began to shake.
And the tears ran freely
Down her face.
I stepped into the lifeboat
Not wanting to believe.
I cried out to my father.
He wasnt allowed to leave.
The tears ran freely
Down my face.
I was shaking.
My skin was deathly pale.
The cold drove right through me,
Like a driven nail.
The tears ran freely
Down my face.
From the little life boat, my mother and I,
Watched the Titanic sink down
And thought of my father, back on the ship,
Struggling not to drown.
And the tears fell freely
Down our faces.
Nothing Lasts Forever...Its snowingNothing Lasts Forever...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world is shining white
But it won't last forever
I see you making
A snow rabbit
For me to treasure
Until it melts away
The cherry blossoms
Falls to the ground, colouring my world
A sweet pink that won't last forever
I see myself
Running around as a child
Chasing the petals
As time ticks away
The green leaves
Are like your emerald eyes
That I can never see anymore
Flower to flower
Until it is time to go
Orange and brown
Autumn has come
My brown hair flowing
By the breeze; I'm next to you
I sing your favourite song
A song my sadness
And our happiness
My world was shining white
But it never lasted forever
Society Says You Can'tA girl can’t wear black and be happySociety Says You Can't2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl can’t wear bright colors and be sad
A girl who doesn’t follow trends must be a loser
And a girl with no “boyfriend” must be damned
A boy who treats women right is weak
A boy who beats and bruises them is a real man
A boy who shows emotion is forceless
And only the assholes are left in the end
A boy can’t talk to a girl
Without them being lovers
A girl can’t invite a boy over
Without it being a date
It’s “impossible” for them
To just be friends
A boy can’t love a boy without being sent straight to hell
And a girl can’t love a girl because that’s a sin as well
If you’re not straight
You must be gay
There’s nothing in between in their eyes
But in their eyes you’re all damned anyway
In a perfect world
You could love who you want
And act like yourself
But that perfect world
Is much too far away
GrassesThe grass is greenGrasses3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
On neither side.
Both are yellowed.
I try to hide.
But they fight for me.
They scream and shout.
I search and fight,
Fight for a way out.
But the grasses surround.
I can't be free.
Let me go!
Is death the key?
Will i find escape,
In pills or a knife?
Or will they bring me back?
My efforts ending in strife.
It's worth a shot.
I'll do anything to be free.
I don't want to live like this.
I'm putting an end to me.