When The Sky MeltsDamaged and broken is pick me up,When The Sky Melts8 years ago in Other More Like This
Split lips and bruised shins,
Acting brainless for the sake of art,
Spitting curses, and damning names.
Unlike you, I know the cost,
That was alright, but I heard it from someone else.
Thinking of things that make the user feel bold.
While excusing all that reason holds.
Going forward in the meantime, holding back,
Everyone loves an amusement park,
And nobody can handle the candy.
After all, I'm all that matters.
Strive to retain something, so that nothing is lost,
That's all that I have.
Looking sideways always causes confusion,
But you do it anyways.
There's something caught in my lung,
The ashes get thicker and thicker.
Nothing left to hold,
Not even the exhaled air that used to be here.
I wish sometimes there would be more,
Concealed in this tiny room,
But then again, this is what happens,
When the sky melts.
DecayTake your hip-bone-kissing-lips andDecay11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Carry me to a higher Bliss.
Fingers with a fragile touch
Dont be afraid to be solid and Sober.
Shattered glass could never
Cut through the ties we've made
Cut through the lies we use
To hide what we really want.
You know what Im thinking
Your eyes are like glass
And so are mine.
You see right through me.
touch me, You wont break me.
Only my heart.
If it breaks and
Spills, It will
Anyone standing in the way
With puddles like oceans with love thats
Lips that kiss hips wont break this heart.
Out of my way so that I can
What Ive wanted to say since the
I trust you and lust for you
So you must know that Im
Edgy ridged blades speak with
In the worst possible way
but EVERYONE whos ANYONE
Puddles like oceans are filled with
It stays and lays
For your eyes to take it
make- it- new.
Puncture my skin with a poisono
QuotesHave you ever felt that feeling whenever you see someone, you freeze and your heart starts to beat so fast and you have to hold on to something so you wouldnt fall? Sometimes when they talk to you, do you utter stupid words and end up embarrassing yourself? Its not that you want it, but just the presence of that person makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Would you be brave and admit your feelings? What if its simply not meant to be, do you give up? Or keep trying and end up with nothing? Well, thats love. Its irony speaks, but you got to take risks to get answers. When you meet someone and you gradually fall in love with that person, try to express your love to her because every moment you wasted would be equal to tons of regret in the end. Dont wait until its too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they are gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry they wont hear you anymore.Quotes9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
Prove Me WrongProve Me Wrong12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Advanced Bodies Absorbing Advanced Minds..
Still in a crippled state of mind.
Why has the majority chosen to do so little with their gift?
Blindly, yet faithfully following a system of duplication...
trimming power, leaving evolution up to another kind.
Even the genius with the perfect inventions...
sit and wait for the so called "right time"..
to release creations from their mind.
I fear their reasoning may be intimidation.
Knowing that if releasing creation right now,
they would be forced.
Forced to come up with something bigger..
Maybe it's the hesitation of their capabilities.
So as accustomed...
they simultaneously sit and wait...
While people below travel, work, pray, and patiently anticipate,
never even acknowledging their own existence...
Always shading themselves from their own reason of being.
And so words are said:
Be polite, and celebrate your date of birth..
because it's the "right thing to do".
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
The Road to WisdomMalcolm Finch sighed wearily as he approached the post at the gate he hated being in charge of night watches, especially on miserable, drizzling autumn nights. Jameson was already there looking utterly bored, leaning against the wall, without any visible weapon. He startled a bit when he saw Malcolm approach, and reached for his discarded helmet, but Malcolm waved it off.The Road to Wisdom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"At ease, Jameson. No one's gonna care if you're wearing that bucket on your head."
The man settled down, and Malcolm started the tricky task of rolling a cigarette while keeping it dry enough to light.
"So, did you hear?" asked Jameson, vaguely.
"What, in particular?"
"The princess declared herself unfit to rule."
He almost dropped his tobacco pouch, "What? When?"
Jameson raised an eyebrow, "Yesterday. Where have you been? It's officially declared and everything."
"Never you mind that, Jameson. My private matters are none of your concern," he blustered.
"Ah, right, Lieutenant. Sorry."
Les mursLes MursLes murs9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tes murs m'emprisonnent
Vous nous dites que nous sommes libre
Mais ce n'est qu'une illusion
Car dans le fond vous me faites prisonnière
De votre monde, de votre réalité
Qu'est-ce qu'une réalité,
Sinon qu'un monde que l'on s'invente
Je veux m'évader, sortir,
Regarder autre chose que ces murs jaunit par l'âge
Combien de personnes ont été assis sur cette chaise?
Combien de personnes ont été ici avant moi?
Comment fait-on pour être si seule parmi tant de gens?
Je déteste ce monde à laquelle je dois me conformer
La seule chose qui me console est de m'évader,
Dans mon monde, ma réalité
Entre ces quatre murs je me sens seule
J'ai l'impression qu'à cause de toi ma vie bascule
Tu me changes et fais de moi une personne
Que je ne reconnais pas, que je n'aime pas
Je veux penser par moi même,
Ce que je ne peux faire entre ces murs
Je suis esclave de votre système
La torture que vous me fessez subir a fait de moi un monstre méconnaissable
Comment fait-on pour être si seule parmi tant de vis
Song of LostSong of Lost10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know what it is to lose something close to your heart,
Whether it be your home, your friend, or your loved one,
How easy it is to slip between the cracks, like marbles down the
It wasn't really your fault, but you felt the guilt all the same.
Walking on the balance beam, these are the times that try
our hearts and souls;
They toy with us, twist our thoughts against us,
all just to find the strong ones.
We have to prove to them, our hearts and souls, that we are strong;
That we will not give up or crumble under the fear of failure;
That we are something of worth, though just a snowflake in the
I am the widow, of seven years and seven nights;
I've spent that time mourning and asking "Why?"
I used to spend my nights praying at night, hoping that maybe Michael could hear me,
Just looking for a sign that he still loved me.
I gave up after the first fours years. I was weary of crying.
And now, I am weary of life; I wander through my house like a blind man,
II believe it is necessary for every individual to grow and carve his own identity free from the influence society forces upon him. It is a necessity for every individual to release himself from the claws that hold back his progression and hinder his development, to release his potential and become that which he was originally intended to be. To have his own identity, his own thoughts, his own feelings, his own ideas, to be unashamed of what he believes in and to be proud of who he is. That's what it means to be an individual, and that is the ultimate reward one can have; to neglect all influence that tries to taint the personality and ascend and become that which is most holy: an independent individual.I8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Though I support that every individual should look to attain his utmost individuality, I do not however support that it should be done in shameful manners. One should have pride but also one should have humbleness. An individual who works hard for his own personal growth should have the
The People Cannot Speak The people cannot speak!The People Cannot Speak9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are mute!
There is a forbidding and fearful look in the eyes of another as I watch their lips move,
but hear only the wind and the crackle of movement.
I see people screaming and moaning as if they have died,
but are still alive in some nightmare.
Everyone looks like they've forgotten how to live,
yet the sense of life becomes so intense and crushing.
What do I do?
I look at my hands and touch my face and rub my ears.
I start to laugh as if that was all I had to do to speak.
I can still feel, see, taste, smell, hear and think,
but now much more than I ever had before.
And so I start to communicate.
Painting NightsDear Emma,Painting Nights3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The truth is I'm not a painter.
The truth is I followed you here from that flower shop on Whitmore Street, two and a half months ago. Please, keep reading.
You actually took my breath away when I glimpsed you holding a bunch of lilies in your slender hands at the flower shop counter. You stunned me. That's never happened to me before. I was watching you turning the bouquet left to right, you seemed in awe of the flowers' beauty. Your eyes, your perfect smile, the way you held yourself. It was not a conscious decision to follow you here. I think I was in a trance. I know how it looks; I know it sounds like a movie.
When Miss Vale said it was only the beginning of the painting course, lesson two, I signed up, paid my money on the spot, just to follow you into the room.
Just to keep seeing you. Just to be near you. I know it's crazy.
I stared at the back of your bobbed hair for that entire lesson. In my mind I was shouting for you to turn around
CityscapeIf my life was a city,Cityscape7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is what it would be.
If you looked into my heart,
This is what you would see.
Closed doors, closed windows,
Some boarded, some barred.
Wrought iron bridges,
Where a collapse wouldn't be hard.
Tarnished metals coat the walls,
Of hundreds of factories.
Drunks and empty souls abound,
And sirens rule the streets.
Rain streaked walks,
And crumbled stone littering the ground.
Nothing but the ghosts of those,
Who wander all around.
It might even be funny,
If it wasn't quite so sad.
It was this part of the city,
That I saw you hold her hand.
Gamer.So, you want toGamer.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life count drops
The sweaty buttons
Sticky under practised
Click click click.
Moving on. Blood
Swatting away the
Bang bang bang.
Fuzzy pixels swarming
Forming the tiny person
A twisting maze of
It's safe here.
Would you like to Save?
DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Frozen to the forest floorMy head is on fireFrozen to the forest floor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not burn but melt
With a golden glow
Strings of moon grass
In my wake, Buried
beneath the velvet stars
Spilled from the
Black bucket sky
Naruto Japanese DictionaryNaruto Japanese Dictionary10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
General Language Notes
1) Insults. Mostly, these come in the form of impolite pronouns. Words like kisama and yarou arent technically dirty names, theyre just very impolite. Occasionally, as is the case with school children, these can become as creative as most American insults, ranging from impugning a persons intelligence to impugning their direct genetic makeup.
2) Plurals. The only way of expressing plural (aside from using numbers) is with a special noun ending. The suffix -tachi is the polite way of doing this; it expresses a group of things. For instance, Bob-san-tachi means Bob and whoever happens to be associated with him by context this could mean all the people sitting at the same table with Bob, all of Bobs closest friends, Bobs closest coworkers, or whatever. The suffix -ra is the impolite/informal way o
Haiku for a SniperHaiku for a Sniper9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Clouds of Life Beyond
Changing Shape, Disappearing
Remote from Reason
The Eagle Comes, and
Goes to Somewhere Much Higher
When the Silence Grows
Of the Past and Things to Come
I Thought You Were Gone
But I Can Feel You
I Turn Around, There You Are
Can You Give Meaning?
Can You Hear, Sniper?
What Goes Through Your Sniper's Mind?
When the Silence Grows
Motion With No Sound
The Ice Inside the Fire
Stillness in the Storm
Eagles Come and Go
The Silence Hides the Sniper
Someplace Much Higher
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.