Harley's lullabyHush little baby, don't say a word,Harley's lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mamma's gonna kill for you the whole damn world
And if the whole damn world don't die,
Mamma's gonna shoot the rest in the eyes
And if the people still can see,
Mamma's gonna release some deadly bee's
And if those deadly bee's don't sting,
Mamma's gonna make everybody scream
And if those people still don't scream,
Papa is surely gonna steam
And if Papa happens to kill them all,
Mamma and papa won't let you fall
Because you will be our legacy,
And Mamma will be so proud of Baby...
Former FeelingsYou realize she did not even exist,Former Feelings2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Though her beauty you could not resist.
On finding her you used to insist,
But she kept disappearing in the mist.
When your muse came around,
In your heart she made a wound,
And you wrote to the one you love.
You asked for aid from the angels above.
With dark nights you got along,
They kept singing you their songs,
You penned them down one by one,
They were about your special someone.
Alas, it is all left in the past:
Your feelings for her could not last.
You forgot her very fast.
You lost a dream that was so vast.
Jingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman Smells4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dashing through the streets
In search of rubber-duck
All the stores sold out
And Flash is out of luck
The last one in the world
Gets mangled in a fight
Crashed into tiny pieces
By the Ultra-Humanite.
Jingle bells, Wally fails
Ducky goes bye bye
Big bad monkey kills the Ducky
And makes the orphans cry
Jingle bells, back to jail
No more breaking toys
Guess they'd settle for Nutcracker
Instead of poopy noise.
Christmas with the Kents
In their lovely Smallville farm
Super-mom and dad
Await with open arms
The boy scout's full of cheer
But J'onn's all doom and gloom
They hole him up in Kara's happy
Pukey girly room.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells
What a tragic day
Oh how wonderful is sulking
And scaring cats away (yay)
Jingle bells, Martian wails
Presents wrapped in lead
Next year J'onn would rather run off
And kill himself instead.
Crashing through the walls
In a dodgy alien bar
Hawkgirl's choice of fun
Disturbing and bizarre
Shayera's on the loose
Her eyes are
JesusJesus,Jesus2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have sinned against thee
Yet you smiled at me
I have disobeyed thee
Yet you hugged me
I have blasphemed against thee
Yet you Forgave me
I have denied thee
Yet you Loved me
Jesus, I will never understand how or why
I cannot fathom why you died
I did not earn your Love, no; I never could.
Jesus, I will always serve you; This I could.
DauntlessHey-yo Daddy-oDauntless2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm as fast as fast can go
Ginger slip and taunting air
Spicy bounding twirling dare
Hill and dale and in between
Tagging chasing vanilla cream
Foxy loxy's so darned clever
Thinks to eat me by the river
Upside down and inside out
Foaming pouting fuzzy snout
I'm as fast as fast can go
You can't catch me; don't you know?
Genre, Oh GenreGenre, Oh Genre2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
If You Are an AngelIf You Are an Angel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night is alone and the day nearly done
I cannot decide which abyss you are from
Your fingers are barbed with a terrible pow'r
The lust in your eyes is a blossoming flow'r
"Bless me," you whisper, with sibilant breath
You look so forlorn, like a child of Death
My pity forthcoming, I ask you your birth
"I am His dark angel," you say without mirth
If you are an angel, then where is your smile?
You're drunk on the poison; you're choking on bile
Your eyes are obsidian, raging with need
If you are an angel, then come pray with me
If you are an angel, then where are your wings?
My God has a reason for joy that He brings
His children aren't sheltered in clothing of night
A coffin should never be present in light
If you are an angel, then who is your Lord?
Some dark, ragged fabric that Hell has restored?
Or is he a being that was born out of Love?
You may be His child, but you're not from above
If you are an angel, then show me your heart
It hasn't been beating, my love, from the start
Those ThursdaysWhat about those thursday morningsThose Thursdays9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you'd wake up and find your ribcage door
swung open again by the nightmares
with an owl nesting, and pecking at your heart muscle?
What about those thursday mornings
and having to fold your elbows around your knees
to stop yourself from losing anything important
as the mechanics shook and shook you
and the pain cracked you, bones and blisters?
What about those tuesday afternoons
when you hear that familiar sound that makes you cry,
that hissing noise that warns you of upcoming agony
and you can taste it in your mouth again, so familiar -
what about those tuesday afternoons
when you swallow your words and the drugs
to try and stop it from coming back
but it returns just the same and against your will
you hear yourself still breathing?
What about it?
What about those hazy sunday evenings
when the fine line between oh-god-make-it-stop
and please-god-let-it-end gets blurry somehow
and you don't remember how much you drank, or what?
What about those d
Ode to James T. KirkOde to James T. Kirk2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caesar of the stars,
Horatio in space.
Spent some time on Mars,
raised in another place.
Dashing, brave and true,
you made us dream again.
An earth so ever new,
where everyone's a friend.
Yet danger lurked out where
no man had gone before.
Spock and Bones made quite a pair,
your friends forevermore.
In you we see ourselves,
explorers to the end.
In space our yearning dwells,
'til then we'll just pretend.
You are not alone (A Jack Frost fanfic)You are not alone (A Jack Frost fanfic)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Jack Frost short story
(This is my first time so please if it's not the best take it easy on me )
Sometimes, it’s said that being invisible can be the loneliest idea ever. I mean, that’s true, but what if you are visible, just that you are not noticed? I’m a teenager who doesn’t yet feel like one, my heart still wants to be a child. When I think about growing up into an adult and a life with only a one direction meaning, my heart is in pain. I think what I’m trying to say is, I never want to grow up.
And because of my childish acts, I end up not having to be the most popular girl around. While others are reading teen romance, I’m still reading about Peter Pan and Neverland, or Alice in Wonderland. How could they have interesting lives, while I still believe yet I do not see anything! It’s not fair!
Heck for all I care, take me to a world with a beldam I can defeat so that she won’t sew buttons into my eyes. I don
Suitcase Mazea Tetris of suitcasesSuitcase Maze2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
hides all but the flitting
of a crooked tail
Oaths of the Seven LanternsPossible Oaths of the New LanternsOaths of the Seven Lanterns7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In darkest hour,
With dauntless might,
Do not fear for forsaken plight,
Let know all those who fear the night,
No longer cower,
Hope shall be bright!
In hateful hymn,
In loving lyre,
Embrace all of loves undying fire,
Let this oath go ever higher,
Behold our power,
Violet hearts ire!
In coldest times
With kindest face,
Remove all indifference with haste,
Let spread benevolence and grace,
Release our power,
In warmest times,
With coldest brush,
When days are at its greatest lush,
Let generosity be a hush,
Witness our power,
Greeds burning rush!
In loving hymn,
In hateful lyre,
Be thus abound our scornful pyre,
Let the heart be forever dire,
Unleash our power,
Red Lanterns fire!
At the end of days,
At the end of time,
All the living will bear their crime,
Let all those who may
SupermanSuperman9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm lying here, Superman
I'm crying here, Superman
I'll be dying here, Superman
Will you save me,
I've got kryptonite
Mixed in gin tonight;
Yes I'll be alright,
Yeah it'll be alright.
The paint's done its peeling
My mind's lost and reeling
Oh how death seems appealing
(as much as it can)
But when I start falling
and my heart stops its stalling
I'll still be calling;
(are you there Superman?)
Save the world, Superman
Save the girl, Superman
But remember, Superman,
She'll never hold you like
Drown yourself in kryptonite;
So much better than a lover's fight
I'm giving up your world tonight,
But it'll be alright.
WerewolfWerewolfWerewolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Ariel Bujans
My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope youRetreat Within..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."
Hey, PopHey, Pop.Hey, Pop1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you..
Things... Just haven't been the same since you left.
And they never will be.
But its not a bad thing either...
Things have changed. I have changed..
I've learned to grow past that day, one little moment at a time; still in pain, but
still moving forward.
I have seen so many new things, experienced wonderful sensations, met exciting
friends, expanded my knowledge tenfold... So many things I have done in my life
now! Just wish you were here to share in them with me..
There are times in which, I must admit, I have faltered in my resolve. But strength
I have gained from those around me has kept me straight on my path to a new,
I still dream of you from time to time, seeing your smile that has always brought me
great joy and comfort.
I still see you the way you were, before you left, so long ago. So happy and full of
life. So full of life...
I will always hold you close in my heart, always thinking of the good times a
The Hardest Goodbye..Why is saying goodbye to you so hard? It's just one word that can make me so emotional, so fearful,The Hardest Goodbye..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so hurt, so alone...
Trying to tell you even once, just stops my heart dead in its tracks, knowing that it could mean our
last goodbye, our last "hurrah".
It has become a bane to me, stirring up feelings that grip my heart very tightly in its clutches,
threatening never to release it from its keep.
It stumbles my every movement. It makes me faulty in my speech, action, and mood. It slowly changes
me into a husk of my former self.
Every time I think about those words and you, it causes the cruelest knowledge to come to mind: "This
is it, make it last."
"Sweat dripping, pulse quickening, body shaking; Yep, I have it bad." I say to myself, knowing that it will
never get any easier.
So, I swallow my feelings, walk that long terrible walk, sigh deeply and turn to you saying: "Its hard for me
to do, but I want to say, before you left...."
A view of love, from afar...A view of love, from afar...A view of love, from afar...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Wow, I wish you knew how I truly felt about you..” A small voice said
from behind a cold brick wall, a single hazel eye peaking around the
corner to see two people, sharing a glance. It was like a dagger stabbing
her in the heart repeatedly, feeling the pain of both her love for the man,
and the sorrow of him never noticing her. She sighed deeply as she looked
on, seeing the one that stole his heart from just a glance, wishing it was
her after all the years she spent around him, needing him to hold her and
comfort her in her trials and hardships. But alas, she was on her own in
the ways of love.
She had never known what love was until he stepped into her life, like a
white knight riding through the land to protect her and ones around her
that cared, if they cared. Her family, if they could be called that, was a
dire disaster, cari
Naked TruthAll those times we're miserable, I wonder what we miss. What passes by us when we're too busy being upset, or unhappy?Naked Truth6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
For the longest time, I have wondered what it would be like to cry happy tears.
I know now.
I know that I myself have lacked the happiness to sustain a pleasent lifestyle.
I know that when I cry, I cry because I am bitter, and angry.
But now, I can see. I can see again through the tears that mar my vision. I can see all that I have. Yes, I've lost. I've sacrificed. We all have. And when we lose something dear, we give up the ability to see what we have gained.
We begin to forget all that we have.
I will never again be ungrateful for the people around me.
Yes, it's true. There are those who are cruel, hateful, spiteful, who think only of themselves. But then there are those..there are those in this world who can make us cry happy tears. There are those who inspire us enough to cry, to want to change who we are to be better than we were before.
I have these people around
ethics.my hands aren’t calloused enough.ethics.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone told me recently that
a solid work-ethic comes not from
enjoyment, but from a counterfeit pride
carved deep within oneself, the ultimate,
bold-faced lie you force yourself to believe
in, after you finish your evening prayers
and tuck yourself in for the night.
so, i took it to heart and tried to remedy
the situation by lifting without sighing:
i realize the origin of my anxieties now.
there is no referee in this game,
i am either biting my nails, pulling my
skin, skidding down hallways pursued
by monsters only i can see,
or i am numb.
there is no in between.
but my hands still aren’t calloused enough,
and so i swallowed mouthfuls of that fake pride
with my coffee, i lifted without sighing.
i smiled today.
Jabberjaw - Lyrics"Jabberjaw - Lyrics"Jabberjaw - Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Me and my friends get no respect.
What does Scooby-Doo that we neglect?
We be puttin' all our foes in check,
But me and my friends get no respect.
We're doin' it how we like.
I'm singin' into my mic, a special underwater mic.
Who's gonna save the world?
Who's gonna save the days?
From Ahab, crabs who steal and eerie eels with evil rays?
Who's gonna talk like Curly, since Curly isn't here?
Who's gonna chase down villains and then turn around and run in fear?
You know who I'm talkin' about, he's fat and short on brains and I do not mean Captain Caveman, I mean Jabberjaw.
He tries to further justice without making waves,
And to impress the ladies, but his subtle ways,
Get lost between the sediment and water mains,
"And I will never date you 'cause you smell like bait!"
When a supervillain plots to send an army of lobsterbots to tie you up in sailors' knots?
Who's gonna save the world?
Who's gonna save the days?
From Ahab, crabs