Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict2 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 Drug2 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 Justice2 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 Heart2 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
Gardens Of TimeEchoes of laughterGardens Of Time2 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
Love is painLove is painLove is pain2 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.
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 Love2 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
Wish For Another DayThe first ingredientWish For Another Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being together with you
The second component
Another day together
The third element
Every moment of memory
There's nothing more important
Everything else can stay distant
I only want a holiday with you
Nothing else will do
A perfect recipe
Containing you and me
Naught could make a holiday better
Than another day together
Days may be numbered
But memories cannot be altered
So as long as we are gathered
These simple wishes will be answered
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..
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.
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
Doctor Who rapThe Doctor is a time lord, not a regular guy.Doctor Who rap2 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.
Horrorku II: the house of terrorThe House of TerrorHorrorku II: the house of terror1 year 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
Shhh, Crackle-PopShhhh. ClickShhh, Crackle-Pop3 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"
The GapThe Gap2 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.
Bioshock: Last Words[Walter Cranston]Bioshock: Last Words7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Huh... heh-heh-heh... geh... I-ng... oh God...
It's coming apart... I'm coming... apart...
Mary... I hope you never hear this but... I have to say something... I have speak because... my mind is the only... the only thing left of me that's still... me.
(A long pause)
"Listen to me, Mary... stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!... They aren't safe! Something's wrong... I don't know... if I got a bad batch or if... if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards... they just sell it... they're on every street... big bright colors... everyone come and... mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh... ha ha ha ha! Oh God...
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
"It started out like nothing... a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt... my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face... no...
"You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is... whatever it does... it's
IdealismeL'idéalisme est cette étrange philosophie qui persiste à croire que les pyramides se bâtissent en partant du sommet.Idealisme1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Angel of music (Dean/Reader/Castiel) part 1"You know what Sammy, I don't think that anything even surprises me anymore. You do what you want with who you want and I'll be just fine with it. You just might want to put a sock on the door or something, because no one wants to see that." Sam had spent the night with some chick that he, surprisingly, picked up at a bar not to far from the bunker.Angel of music (Dean/Reader/Castiel) part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, like you can even talk. You have a girl in here at least once every three days. The only one someone hasn't walked in on is Cas." They walked into the kitchen to see Castiel making toast.
"That's because he uses the sock system! It is foolproof!"
"The only reason he puts a sock on his door knob is because he's spending time with the pizza man!" Sam smirked and elbowed Cas in the side and Dean chuckled as he got himself a cup of coffee.
"No, but seriously, I think we have seen everything. I don't think anything can surprise us. Well," He looks at Cas, "maybe if there was a girl looking for Cas, that would be a surprise!" Dean and Sam bo
Soul Eater Next Generation 7Soul Eater Next Generation 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
Keep Holding On
Tod took a deep breath as he stood outside Alice's hospital room. He was now currently wearing a severally loose Death City Basketball Jersey and the shorts to match
it that were donated to the hospital- but he suppressed being a perfectionist for only one thought..,
He then touched the door and took a deep breath. As he did he heard something- but tried not to turn around. While his ears were not too much changed-
they had become more tuned and he could hear all the people in the hospital as he walked by talking about him- and his new found body. Many wonder if
his father found a way to make him a god or whether he was one all along and they played all the people in the world.
'Come- on.., I have to focus on..,'
He opened the door and suddenly he was shocked to be met by a set of green eyes.
"Alice," he said in a hushed breath as the door closed.
Neither one said a word as they looked at each other; but Tod slowly began to creep to her bedside. H
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.
this is half-hearted living.i know i'm going to have to say goodbye soon. and i can't stand it. i won't even think of it outside the confines of this sentence and the sinking feeling I get anytime i'm driving too fast just to get away from this place. these four walls have left me feeling more alone than i ever expected. mostly because this house feels empty. even when everyone is here and even when i can't think because of all the yelling pulsating down the hallways, it's unspeakably hollow. i know it's because this place isn't home anymore. since home is a person and i lost that. i'm not where i'm supposed to be. i'm not with who i'm supposed to be. and i'm not who i'm supposed to be.this is half-hearted living.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but most of all, i don't know where i belong.
sometimes, when it's late and i can't sleep, i replay the things i miss the most behind my closed eyelids. everything is about you or someone else who is just as gone. these are the things i do to myself when i'm too tired to fight anymore. too tired to even move. too tired to not thin
Soul Eater Next Generation 1Soul Eater Next Generation 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tod and Alice
It was a chilling night in Nevada. Much like every night, as though the moon is trying to make up for the sun the scorching desert. And all that could be heard where sound of high heels making their way down the cobblestone street. The owner of the sound was a young woman around her middle twenties. She wore a knee high dress with a wrap around her arms almost as though she had just left a high class club.
"Why does it seem cooler than usual," she thought grumpily as she wrapped the wrap closer to her body.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eyes she saw something. Instantly she turned to see what it was as her heart began to speed up.
"It's okay- I -probably had too much to drink."
She sighed and continued to walk down the street.
"Almost home," she thought as time went on, and the other thought was almost out of her head.., just when ,
A young voice cried. The woman turned and looked around.
"Help," it cried again. She was able to pinp