Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as black as demon's blood,
And then I waste the rest of time in a caffeine cuisine.
NightingaleSweet Nightingale,Nightingale3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you not share your tale?
With a song of such passion,
With a voice with such compassion,
A voice so soothing,so calm, so kind,
The most troubled spirit is sooth in mind.
Such beauty in both moonlight and sun
And such other beauty, there is none;
Your eyes that glisten in the night
In darkest times, you always glow bright.
Sweet Nightingale, you are my all;
So long as you stay, I will never fall.
And yet I find myself with tears
Which shall shed for a thousand years
Your beauty incompared
Can sadly not be shared;
Together we cannot be,
For you are apart from me.
Caged, loved by another,
Your voice I see belongs to no other.
And yet I still wish to hear you sing,
I wish for you, sweet Nightingale; I beg you take wing!
So beautiful and kind; how I mourn there is another.
For I love you, Sweet Nightingale; you and no other.
You Are My Favorite DrugDid you finally erase me?You Are My Favorite Drug3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Did I fade so easily?
Am I now just illusion,
That you don't believe?
Am I just fiction?
Another character in your dreams?
Are you sure where you are now?
Or are you lost and all alone?
I'm packing up my bags,
And I'm heading straight home.
I can't live like this.
I'll never miss this place.
And this is last time,
You'll see my face.
Are you happy now?
Your candle's light is going out.
Now I know your secrets,
You know I can forgive.
But now at night I can't rest,
Oh no, this way I cannot live.
Am I sure where I am now?
Am I lost and alone?
I've packed bags,
I'm coming home.
I won't live like this.
I don't miss that place.
And that is the last time,
You'll ever see my face.
There is No Title That Could Do Your Love JusticeYou have sparked my heart and started a wildfire in my life.There is No Title That Could Do Your Love Justice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lighting fireworks in my chest, you would think I would begin to wail, but only silent tears drip from each eye only as a reaction to the magnificent amount of happiness booming from my chest.
I want to feel you inside every crack, crevice, and pore of my being, like water so effortlessly takes form to whatever holds it. Shapes and shifts perfectly, with no pain or pinching, to whatever object cradles it's perfect essence.
Feeling myself just to reminisce on the places you touched me
and the way your hands, face, and lips felt when they caressed every square inch of the skin on my thighs and in between them.
You slide yourself into me and I feel myself open up, blooming, growing, blossoming, and my soul flows out of me as a rose with millions of petals, sprouting from my heart and reaching to the heavens- praising whatever force brought you to me in this moment, for I would never change a thing if it meant it brou
The Broken HeartMy heart lies in a million shardsThe Broken Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul lies in tattered pieces
Nothing shall ever be the same
If my emotions were a color
It would be dark blue
Just as the night sky without stars
I found my mistrust
Was completely wrongful
Just as judging a glass as half empty
However, this person has toyed with my heartstrings
Twanging them like unto a harp
Until blood seeped upon their fingers
I tried to fix them the best I could
Wondering if I were the magic spell
To cure everything that made them hurt
For now, I will remain a scattered mess
Waiting to be put back together like pieces of a demented jigsaw puzzle
No Love, Yes LoveIf she was going to kill him, it was now or never. She had stayed too long at his side, gotten completely submerged in the wave of emotions that were once locked deep inside of herself.No Love, Yes Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was never supposed to happen in the first place. As an assassin and a spy, there was no place for emotions. No place for love. That all had to be locked away so there could be no hesitation, no indecisiveness on your mission.
She had accomplished that for the past sixteen years of her life, ever since she had been found at seven to become the top spy and master assassin that she is today. Never once did her emotions ever get the upper hand, leaving her to eliminate targets without a second thought.
Yet, as she stood above her recent target's peaceful, serene face as he slept on, completely oblivious to the dagger that lay mere inches from his throat, her emotions swirled around inside of her like a tumultuous wave. For the first time in her life, she hesitated. She couldn't bring herself to kill this
Love is painLove is painLove is pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He loves her,
And not me,
She is better,
I was nothing to him,
But a lowly soul,
She has more beauty,
While I am dust and dirt,
I was nothing but a soul,
I was never beautiful to him,
She is smart and clever,
I am dumb and stupid,
She even gives me the look to prove it,
I was a stupid soul to fall for him,
She is creative,
As for me,
I am dull and dry,
He loved her from the beginning,
I was stupid to fall in love,
They were meant to be,
Even though she denies every bit,
She loves him,
He loves her,
Sad part is,
I'm still in love.
Shhh, Crackle-PopShhhh. ClickShhh, Crackle-Pop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crackle of a bubblegum wrap.
Monsters with gum
To them this place
Has no sanctity.
Click, click, tap
"Ooooh, new friend!"
" Excuse me,
But, this is a library"
To Catch a SparkWould you dare to catch a sparkTo Catch a Spark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That twinkles boldly in the dark
Where by your breath
Kept safe from death
To warm the cockles of your heart
And would you lead that spark to flame
That by your hand so gently tamed
To free your mind
And let it shine
And swarm the fabrics of your brain
Would then you all the chances wage
To all the pent up rage uncage
That feeble spark
That grew not dark
Could write an unexpected page
If you chance a mystery
A flame may burn for all to see
Do not dread
What lies ahead
You'll turn the tides of history
So would you dare to catch that spark
Whose feeble glow is just the start
You never know
Where you will go
But take the chance and trust your heart
LoveLove; we all need love in this world,Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But God, how do we tell if it's just lust for a girl?
The devil has my mind in a twirl,
Lord, do you feel what I feel?
Can you heal this sick appeal?
You always stop, you try to stop,
But you get addicted.
And when you think you've made on top,
That's when you drop,
It's back to hell; back to reality,
Can't you tell you're a monster loving lustfully?
Once you're done, there's nothing left but emptiness,
Where's this happiness that the media promised?
If only you knew it was a lie, all lie,
There's no love truer than the one in sky.
But why, why do I give in to the lies?
My heart and my mind are at different parts of life,
So God, I pray for that day you come a take my pain away.
The GapThe Gap3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello, helpless friend,
we get along so well, it seems.
The gap between my legs and the space underneath my ribs,
you can hide there.
No one will ever know.
Because no one can see us.
My friend, we are invisible.
Doctor Who rapThe Doctor is a time lord, not a regular guy.Doctor Who rap3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Step into his TARDIS and the time will fly by.
The Doctor was established in 1963
on a British TV network called the BBC.
No I don't need a doctor
I need THE doctor son.
And if you don't know him
You better turn your tale and run.
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!Is the Daleks cry
And if you ever hear that sound
You best be prepared to die, die, die.
In the newest incarnation his companions name is pond,
And if you ever watched the series, she is not a bottle blond.
A companion must be faithful,
A companion must be brave,
A companion is intelligent and not the doctors slave.
Doctor Who is a series that will not be soon complete
But it is a BBC series that cannot be beat.
Gardens Of TimeEchoes of laughterGardens Of Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Between time and memory are the gardens of time, gardens that are of any shape and form, of any kind. They exist beyond our concept of existence and echoes reside there.
Echoes of the past, the present and the future that lived, live now and will live. Laughter, tears, dreams, hopes and so much more remain in those gardens, those gardens of time.
Echoes of tears
Imprints of ourselves are formed from the most strongest of emotions, even if that emotion is not a happy one, it still leaves an imprint that go to the gardens and may also appear outside of the gardens in the form of spirits and ghosts, or orbs of light.
In those gardens we are young, we are grown, we are any age we wish to be and any sex. There are no limits in those gardens, those gardens of time. For such limits are for the living.
That is where I am right now, in one such garden of time.
Echoes of love
The living can enter those gardens sometimes but only thr
Unrequited Love"I hate you Keegan!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, not caring if the rest of the girls heard me. In fact, it'd make me overjoyed for them to hear.Unrequited Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You don't think I know that! You've fucking hated me ever since I first showed up here!" Keegan yelled just as loud with a hint of a snarl.
I mustered the deadliest of looks that I could come up with, shooting it his way. It wasn't right that he took my place as the Pack Leader just because he was stronger, male and the Counsel liked him. I was just fine without him around and held my group together with little interference from the outside; I even hardly had a problem with other dominant males trying to take the girls and I away from each other because I've proven that I'm just as capable as a leader. However, everyone decided that it'd be better to have a man watching over us.
Every time I thought about that, it got my blood boiling hot enough to scald even
What Happened?I love youWhat Happened?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You love me
That's all that we'll ever need.
Here you are,
Now you're gone
and I'm broken.
Why'd you leave?
Where'd you go?
I miss you...
One minute you were here
The next you disappeared
Time went by so fast..
We were good
Everything was fine
I was happy.
You were upset,
You were angry!
Why'd you leave?
Where'd you go?
You threw a fit
So much rage
Where'd it come from?
I miss you..
IdealismeL'idéalisme est cette étrange philosophie qui persiste à croire que les pyramides se bâtissent en partant du sommet.Idealisme2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Horrorku II: the house of terrorThe House of TerrorHorrorku II: the house of terror2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
in the bowels of
This translucent little
I run but the rotten
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
She Knows - She KnowsThe sound of her sketching on her pad is like music.She Knows - She Knows3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm lying across the couch we are sharing with my legs over her thighs.
It's nice to just relax and listen to her work. It's comforting when she uses my legs as a makeshift table - a gentle pressure that let's me know she's still hard at work.
I love to sit here, with her legs draped over mine, listening to her breathe. It's serene. I could sit and sketch her forever. Every time I draw her it feels like I'm doing it for the first time. She thinks I'm working, and I was, until I noticed I hadn't caught her sleeping yet. Now was my chance. Her breathing has evened out and her face was expressionless, content.
She thinks I don't know what she's doing. She thinks that I'm asleep for sure. I've seen her sketch book. They're full of pictures of me in different poses. I'm doing this to humor her and I'm pretty sure her subconscious knows what I'm doing. I don't mind though. My love for her is completely irrational.
We both know
A home of hellAlone is the course we never stray fromA home of hell3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through the world we continue to walk
We know no fear of the things we see
The things we carry inside us are worse than that
The hell we have created for ourselves numb our hearts
We care for nothing but the pain we inflict upon ourselves
Love is something we slaughter to keep us safe
And our clean hands are our defense
Not once not two but countless are our sorrows
We thrive on the ever so beautiful melancholy
Understanding is not what we ask for
Acceptance is what we crave for
Heaven is the cloud we cannot see out of
The shadows that come from within
Our scars are the stories we have burned into our memory
A reminder in every breath we take
The demons standing behind us are our companions
Condemning us even as we die
Sleepless nights are our lovers
Morphing our reality into something new
So very cold our hands have become in the last days
All feeling gone from our fingertips
Reality and fiction blur together as one
We cannot determine what is i
Sam's Thoughts, a SPN FicletSam blinked at the exchange of words between his brother and Castiel. He didn’t understand why Dean was so adamant about why Castiel can’t be here. He didn’t understand why Dean had changed his mind so quickly.Sam's Thoughts, a SPN Ficlet2 years ago in Drama More Like This
All Sam knew was that it had to be huge in order for Dean to change his mind. He didn’t have a clue what that would be. He didn’t know where to start.
Sam knew that Dean had been acting differently the last few weeks, but he had pushed it out of his mind because he thought it had to do with angels being casted out of Heaven and Crowley now in their custody which was how he had thought of it. Now that he was thinking about it again, maybe he should revisit those ideas again.
Dean came walking toward Sam. He looked haggard.
“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked.
“No,” Dean said. “I’m not sure, but he does need to learn to be human the old fashion way.” Dean sighed. “He said that he has faith that he
Connor: Out in the ColdHe lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.Connor: Out in the Cold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge.
Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped his free fall. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder down. It was a long way down, a very long way. His heart pounded in his heaving chest. It hurt to breathe. His wrist pulsed with every heart throb.
A shadow fell over him. Reflex took over. He glanced up, fast. To see the black barrel of a gun pointing at his face, the hammer drawn back.