Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
Why...Why...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is the world this way?
Why has this all been done?
Why are we all like this?
Why all the hate?
Why can't the gays and lesbians marry?
Why can't we learn from the past?
Why do racism and homophobia exist?
Why can't we give peace a chance?
Why do people take their own lives?
Why do people murder, steal and lie?
Why do we sit around and procrastinate?
Why are we all to blame?
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!
Bear those ills we have...Bear those ills we have...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The screen flickered, the words urging difference, to a future not yet come,
I sit and I ponder of a time not yet passed.
Measures taken to ensure civility and honorable need not met,
They die in vain and with a heavy sigh, we are like they.
Discomfort and troubled trust clouds our perception of what we say and feel,
makes our future generations look on us in confusion, accidentally following.
We lead them into a darkness of hatred and mirthlessness,
damning body, soul and mind - we should be ashamed.
But are we? No. Our foolish pride is a wound that we do not wish to mend,
we fear what will betray us - we cannot decipher foe from friend.
Our hearts and minds only see that no one is to be trusted,
how foolish are we - children, mere infants we have become.
I speak from my mind and heart to our future, please hear me -
saluting will I to the findings and resolutions of peace will set you free.
The undiscovered country is to be had, but alas, I will not be a part,
it is for this reason,
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Ritorna-MeI remain awake at night, desperately seeking to find some rest,Ritorna-Me7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
closing my eyes, faking it to Samuel and others seems to be my speciality's best.
Gazing into the heavens, I search and select a star to find,
wishing on it that somehow I can get peace of mind.
Alas, I still remain bitter at those that I care for,
but how can I find solace, when I've lost you e'er more?
Something inside me does painfully start to yearn,
as if it feels somehow, Lucius, you shall return.
Gentle breezes may very well caress my alabaster skin,
but perhaps it knows the sorrows I have within?
Clear air and kind smiles can only do so much,
yet it cannot compare to a true gentleman's touch.
Others around me act as if they should bear my sorrows too,
but they can never take away what they did to you.
Please don't seek your revenge upon thy Lucinda, which is me,
all I ever wanted for you, Lucius, was to be completely free.
If you truly are dead, never to return unto me again,
fare thee well lover, my companion and
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
For IvyI was angry, hurtting, crushed and I was so very blind,For Ivy7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
couldn't find the solace that I know is in my heart and mind.
My wrathful nature wanted to find blame in something you had not done wrong,
I hurt myself deeper than what I ever meant to as it slipped from my tongue.
How could I, one person in this world that means something to you,
want to vent out my frustrations when I thought it was the right thing to do?
I was blinded by a dark and sinister force that I know all to well,
for when I wrote many things and said them too, he was dancing in Hell.
I am told that I need brokeness and God willing, I know I need it true,
so that I may come back happily and blessed when I see you.
A part of me still says for the poem I wrote to be seen by more eyes,
but I will not, nay, cannot because it'll do more harm, this I realize.
I do not know how often you smile or how you may certainly grin,
but I know I do I will do both when I see you again.
Reading of King David and of his works known as Psa
Quoth the Raven. . .Quoth the Raven. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Safe. I'm safe from harm, right? Wrong.
I returned home to Wiltshire, place where I should belong.
I know in my mind he comes to find me and steal me again,
if I am not careful, I'll lose more than my sanity, my friend.
My brother, Samuel, to you, I should not lie,
but if I tell you, how do I know you shall not die?
Protecting me and shielding me from a hellish harm,
it won't do you good because he hath branded himself on my arm.
No, not where you can see it very much so on the top skin,
it hides elsewhere...it hides underneath, within.
Hold me, my brother, take me from this deathly plight,
send me away with you long into the night.
Please, let this be but a horrific dream,
it cannot be true, nothing can be as it would seem!
All grows quiet upon our front lawn,
it is still night, not quite dawn.
Hark! I hear a knock at our very own door!
NO! Samuel! Don't go to it anymore!
I soon shriek and there do I cry,
for you surely fall where his shadow will lie.
If only I could see. . .If only I could see. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What happened? I awake this morning to find,
that I am on the floor near a door of a different kind.
I cannot seem to recall what has happened, my love,
have I ... I have done something wrong?
You are quiet around me, your eyes give uneasy glances,
please, take my hand and heart as noble advances.
They are to comfort and ease your troubled pain,
I swear it to you, whatever I did, I won't do it again.
I can leave, if you want, never ever to again be seen,
for I can become to you nothing but a former dream.
Is this what you want because I will gladly go,
thus, this is goodbye, Lucius? It would seem so.
I head to the door and there, I find it is locked,
why on Earth would it be this way? I feel mocked.
Looking back to you, I see something I never have seen before:
Lucius, why do you glare at me? UNLOCK the door!
Are you ill? Talk to me, say something immediately, please do!
Lucius, my love, my all, what is this darkness I can see in you?
No! Step back! You are frightening me, I cannot bre
Les Deux MousquetairesYou have bewitched me with sandalwood and rose,Les Deux Mousquetaires7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
intoxicating kisses, fond embraces, all behind a door closed.
Why you, the least of all creatures, decided to pick me?
I dare not to enrage you, but is there something I can't see?
Truly, I read those books because I endlessly yearn,
please tell me that those feelings aren't because I feel spurned.
Your frocked shirt, the blue coat, aye, the Jabot collar too,
they all enchant me, I dare not lie, I'm trying to be true.
When your chocolate brown eyes pierce me or your fingers gently stroke,
it is like the sun scorching me, you naughty and dodgy bloke.
What is next, do, oh blissful immortal to be, do pray tell!
Am I to be dressed daintily and be your Napoleonic belle?
Poor jest, I do but know, I must haply admit,
likely there is a smile on your face -- I know how you tick.
I awake late a night, thinking mainly of you,
hold me tightly, my little conqueror, please but do.
Gazing in each others' eyes, I know we do realize,
Birthday Gift for Missus McCoyAnother year passes, thus a brand new, shining candle is on the cake,Birthday Gift for Missus McCoy7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
It shimmers, it glimmers like a shiny blade though it is dimly lit.
Spending it with us who are incredibly mad, its a risk you eagerly take,
Is it because that maybe one goes by the name of London and yes, is filled with s**t?
I know I cannot draw, trace, anything to do with it except color and rose tint this earth,
Thus, I spend a few hours writing with you and your quirky characters that youve birthed.
I looked today in my old favorites and what should surprise me, what a thrill,
One of the first things I ever liked, was but your interpretation of dear Renfield!
This poem, I realize, is not really my absolute greatest, its putting me to the test,
I know I have a voice somewhere in this quagmire, but I dont think its my best.
Spit buddies we are suddenly destined today and forever (I hope) to be,
Ambellina asks in an elitist British voice, Is it time for Edwardian tea?
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Born this GayIt doesn't matter if you're gay or believe in H-I-M (to the M, to the M, to the M)Born this Gay3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just express yourself, 'cause God still loves you, baby.
Some Christians told me when I was young, that gays are not meant to be
In Sunday school in the Bible they said first came Adam a-and Eve
But there's nothing wrong with being gay because I know He loves me anyways
Christians argue that it's still a sin, but loving equals auto win...
We are proud to be gay and no we're not a mistake
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways
What's with this long path of hate, just for not being straight?
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways!
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
Is that all you've got to say?
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
He doesn't care, 'cause He loves us a-anyways.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
Give yourself credit for being out,
Just be proud of who you are.
Listen to your thoughts an
Tell the face thou viewestWhat is the beginning of the ending that begins again to which we call life?Tell the face thou viewest7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there a driving urge in it that sometimes causes us hardened strife?
Anguish, suffering, inexplicable pain that we should not begin to feel,
for we know that we are not to be this way for it cannot be, to us all, real.
At birth and growing up to be taught of how we should remain strong,
how is it then that our heart denies it and tells us that what we learn is wrong?
Then into years of schooling our life's lessons do there begin,
taunting and teasing occurs mercilessly without end.
Events of good and bad fill our very souls, bearing our very heart,
struck down are we in our lowest moments, ripping us apart.
Then it is there we wish to move on and leave everything to not mend,
but out of the blue, we find the patchmaker to which we call a friend.
Hold me, my darling friends, my saving angels, something inside me expands,
rip it out, take it away, I beg of you, I need your saving, clinging hands.
Why do I fee
Rispondi solo si o no. . .edward & t'laria craneRispondi solo si o no. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it is clear that we are destined to be.
Through sorrow, through grief,
through the times of disbelief.
Through the good times when we are glad,
through the times you cheer me when I am sad.
My heart and soul could not belong to anyone less,
when in your protection, I am truly blessed.
No one can ever take you from me,
nay, power, envy, jealousy, greed.
What made me fall in love with you,
I don't know how, but it is true.
Edward, my guarding and guiding light,
my love for you is kept knit tight.
Maybe one day we shall have a family,
until that time, Edward, continue to believe.
A kiss on your lips, my loving (husband) and friend,
worry not, dear -- I will return once again.
For it is plain for all to see:
We clearly are destined to be.
also known as T'laria Sorik, Princess of Vulcan
Under The KnifeThey tell me that we are not meant to be, yet I choose not to believe,Under The Knife6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they bring me sorry and misery, even tears to grieve.
Anna, I long for us to be together, but it may never come to be,
so let me, my darling, tell you of how you make me free:
I am told that we don't belong, that's where they're wrong.
For only you, Miss Lexington, will my heart yearn for long.
So spend eternity or at least here on Earth is my hope,
call it, yuppy, disastrous even perhaps I am a dope.
Then again, dearest lover, I am truly are not,
because, maybe just maybe, you're the soul mate I forgot.
Let them all perish, die away, pass away, fade away,
because I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day.
Though your weapons instill deepest fears to all,
I know you'll always come running when I call.
For there is no other beauty, so gentle and certainly fair,
because you're my sweet poison, Anne, and I ... I am your Eddie bear.
No . . . this is not me! I don't write these travesties!
I am not in love with
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012