Model BehaviourShe was everything I dreamt of, shaped through the mold of a crooked smile that awoken the butterflies nesting in her gentle womb, complimented with habitual lip biting out of nervousness through these sudden turn of events that shook her unexpectedly,Model Behaviour8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I, felt the same as she did, breathing in each of her physical flaws and loving the fact that her imperfections made her who she was, because we both looked into mirrors that spoke to us differently contrary to the praise of others,
Gazing into the frames of what we deconstructed through eyes of much needed work, lose a few pounds here, nose job there, never content with a justifiable state of mind,
but every time we exchanged glances, our own opinions of self angst vanished into thin air through a familiar embrace,
Running fingers over lost skin that stung our very existence, and it all made sense to me, kissing every unmistakabl
A Wish FulfilledShe was like snow waiting for me to catch her on the tip of my tongue as she slowly descended without warning, melting away on my taste buds like the prolonged agony of sleepy candles that sought comfort on a bed of white icing,A Wish Fulfilled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she hesitated to blow out her fears that decorated waxed tear drops on her silent birthday cake, but I wished relief upon her exhalation of breath until she had extinguished the flames of her own sorrow, standing there to assure her of a wish come true by confirming this with a promising boyish smile, making the layers of the cake seem all the more sweeter with every bite...
this time, flowers blossomed without thorns and stems lost their attachment, petals stuck out like the arms of courageous children swooping down slides in a park that was seen for miles down the road, life lines translated into simple cursive that painted her blank facial expression, spelling out her name in joyous celebration,
and I chose the colors of her Sunday dress: pastel blue,
beaut(if)ulYou exist in thebeaut(if)ul2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
space where beautiful is a
Two Way MirrorI found it ironic how you tried to catch a butterfly with a net less handle, pacing in white ballerina shoes while dancing to the melodious theme song of an unsettling wind,Two Way Mirror8 years ago in Open More Like This
And I just laughed as you flailed your arms about in an interpretive ritual of instinctive prowess, watching the butterflys wings go through your hoop like a lion executing jumps through rings of fire,
But you insisted on playing ringmaster in a bad game of simon says, and through persuasion, the butterfly would have believed you, if only it detected sincerity in your eyes, but all you did was lead it into a line of caution, like playing chess without thinking while subconsciously moving pieces that left you in your own mistakes,
Check to mate
It was clear that you didnt know how to play the game, sacrificing your king just to get to the other side in an attempt to win without planning, so while you were only thinking about yourself, I flew away
Ode To KurtOde To Kurt11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You left us alone in a cold dry world
with faith depleating and heeding
and tv numbing our feeling
you knew our meaning.
You knew our suffering.
You saw what we were afraid of.
face to face you saw it.
You lived it.
a reflection of your mind came out through your songs
you could have taught us of what had surely gone wrong
We saw your fear; the fear that maybe you didnt exist.
The fear that maybe you're not who you thought you were
when we look too long at ourselves
all that we'll see
an illusion of a person
that only wants to see "Me"
We never see us...too fucking obvious!
Always with the God Damned hard way!
did we forget we're all here together?
That we exist identically
No time, no length.
Why did you get caught up in you!
you always knew you werent really there.
you were just too damned afraid to say it!
Too afraid to see the truth... you're Everywhere man
On creating lifelike charactersYou died. But I willOn creating lifelike characters2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
keep writing your story until
you begin to live
Misconceptionsthe extrovert isn't—Misconceptions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sun in the sky of a million
blue silks sewn together:
that summer to come,
a laundered morning strewn
with white yearning—
and the introvert isn't—
scraping coins in an alley,
smoggy eyes above a mouth like
lines: red-cracked but parting
when stars break gray clouds,
calling on their mica beds
to reflect off his face—
the extrovert is—
the man sweet-talking the first ideas
of his tongue,
waiting for reception—
while the introvert
Kaleidoscope WaltzI left my shoes in the grass just to touch base with you, running around in the flesh of that humid summer night, and although we were perspiring in the paleness of a self driven moon, your face revealed such an inviting glow, rising with your presence like a darling firefly mimicking the very stars above earthly measures that created our picture perfect portrait,Kaleidoscope Waltz8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And every time you greeted us with a smile, you made the purple watercolors in the sky blush, and moss which resonated from the nearby trees, sprout in a bluish green homage to praise nostalgia with a brand new awakening, watching our atmosphere flee silence to uncover the wondrous uproar of Edens reincarnation,
It was you and I alone, creating our own world where beauty was never meant to be contained, as we lifted our faces to the stars, floating away in unscathed bliss where nothing else mattered but the depth of relevance, because we lived for the pleasantries of tomorrow and the b
Through the VeilSirius Black;Through the Veil9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Named as a killer,
But not for who he is.
Sentenced to prison
Freed by revenge.
Feared by most,
Sane by innocence.
Lost in thought,
Sitting in a cave,
Waiting as Padfoot,
Saught by Prong's Son.
Fed by rats,
Saved by the Godson.
Hated by All,
Loved by one.
Hidden in number twelve,
Restless as a dog.
Seen in a fire,
Almost caught by a witch.
Snuffles to some,
Padfoot to others.
Fallen though the vail;
Gone but not lost.
wanderlusti was all sex and stitcheswanderlust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
The Forest Again -Harry PotterThe Forest AgainThe Forest Again -Harry Potter7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time has come
To save mankind.
I turn and look forward,
My world left behind.
Beginning to walk
Down the cluttered path.
Trees create shadows
Consumed with wrath.
Be strong, I thought.
Ill take one glance back.
I see some with sorrow,
Others under attack.
Soon this will all be over,
I wont have to exist.
A cold, hard corpse.
Ill leave their midst.
Loves ones will grovel,
Ultimately, I wont be missed.
My enemies will cheer,
The ones whod hit me with a fist.
I pull out the ball,
Tiny and golden.
I now know what to do.
To myself, I must embolden.
Lips press against the metal,
Revealing minuscule words.
Im going to die, I say.
The cawing of the birds.
Four ghostlike forms
Expose themselves to me.
I know them all,
Theyre here to guarantee.
A past teacher,
Both my parents,
Were the feature.
They tell me to rest,
An almost painless practice.
Theres nothing to fear.
Less pain than a cactus.
In The RainI could see a ghost buried alive,In The Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled tightly beneath folded leaves,
and branches stripped bare from this past winter.
She writhed in pain without moving at all,
caught in a wind that wasn't,
crying out in a noiseless whisper.
I had to close my eyes to remove myself from the scene.
What had happened to this creature to bring this...
this existence that reaches levels beyond any hell Dante could have known?
I want to reach out to her,
to brush the silken strands away from the sun bleached bone,
but I don't.
She'll infect me,
I know it.
She'll infect me with her misery,
her pained essence,
and I can't have that.
I find myself infected with a life that couldn't be far from hers,
and to add her sickness to my own...
How much faster would it take me to her?
I should do the right thing:
I should call someone for her;
help her from this place;
hide her from the light;
sing her a song,
for she is truly one of the missing.
What does it ma
The Child ExplorerVisions of heaven reflect from the glow of the moon against the surface of the crystal clear waters to compliment the mysteries of the deep,The Child Explorer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what lies below the surface of the ocean can only be imagined in the mind of a child who chooses to live the life of an adventurous explorer,
white sands trace the memories of time, covering unexplored grounds to the boy who wished to reveal a past lifetime with his hands,
he discovered what would presume to look like an ordinary comb protruding from the ground, only ordinary to those who reject the magic of imagination,
meticulously studying the artifact with both palms spread open; he held the object as if it were a sacred heirloom of a renowned aquatic royal family,
the golden handle, handcrafted in precision to imitate the appearance of a seashell, noticing golden hairs still stuck on the teeth of the brush,
he assumed that it was the comb of an underwater mermaid princess of the Lost City of Atlantis, brushing her hair in soft strokes
'Til Rome Burns Down'Til Rome Burns Down'Til Rome Burns Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a dishwasher.
Human, not machine.
I work at a busy restaurant near Pike's Place Market.
At work, I talk to no one.
One day, they'll fire me,
but I won't know how or why.
I should work faster.
They're going to fire me...
on an off-chance,
one glorious day,
when all boats beat against the current,
and night forgets to fall...
when the fish in the market return to life,
and swim feebly through half-melted ice...
when the Jamaicans that get high by the docks hit nirvana,
and all float soundlessly away...
all the buskers
and all the prep cooks and bus boys and dishwashers
will join me,
for I will win the lottery.
And I will buy my old restaurant,
but never retire.
I will sit in the dish pit and smoke
and watch the dishes pile
until every last customer storms out in anger,
and plates spill and break on the floor.
PortendedMy truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.Portended2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cocooned in my virtuality, the rate of disintegration can only
appear slow, the remorseless grinding of the geology of my days
When will the plates finally shift, the quake that banishes my quiddity
unthrone all sentience, the depths disown what had seemed to float
above the unplumbed depths of organicity,
impervious to the blood-boiling turmoil of the gut.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Conception, that implosive moment when a million futures perish,
when two in a moment of fusion predicate the existence of one,
when tangled ribbons of time are knotted and woven
into robes of potentiality, potentiality clothed in nascent flesh. Even as the blossom buds
the seeds of ultimate decay take root. That final moment
is adumbrated with the earliest stirrings of the embryonic heart.
My truth is my mortality, that alone will never leave me go.
Mass RealityPlastic societyMass Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isolated streams of consciousness
Creations that do not matter
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
Assimilated self destruction
Buried by acquired wishes
Its mindless billions of brains
A crafted mass reality
LyricsA fork in the road, a knife in the backLyrics8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A man whose heart and soul are black,
A cutie pie, an apple in a tree
One thing's for sure, I got the lyrics in me
A shy school girl, a woman with hidden scars
Two coworkers kissing beneath the stars
So what, my dear, have you written today?
Come on and tell the world what you have to say
Put the pen to the paper, scribble something new
Tell me, do you have the lyrics in you?
Ode To KurtBorn a beautiful smiling babyOde To Kurt12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made everyone so proud
Nobody knew this baby
Would later have a crowd
Struggled through his life
Parents always mad
They split,he cried
Made him feel so sad
Growing up, this piscies didn't have a home
Moving house to house
Always feeling alone
But through it all he wasn't alone
He always had a friend
His guitar would never argue
It's loyalty would never bend
And soon this boy had talent
Nobody dared to doubt
That when that boy got singing
He sure could scream and shout
His works were bleached
His will was strong
He once smelt like teen spirit
Took the world with just one song
And once In Utero
He had nowhere to go
Sure he had his lovely wife
But the needle took control
With millions of adoring fans
Spread around the land
This punkrock Jesus
Died by his own hand
I'll miss you Kurt
Mabey I'll see you some day
But as you always said
It's Better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away
Bill Kaulitz QuotesNo matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment, you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if you're really in love, you don't care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You don't want another night with any person. You just want her.Bill Kaulitz Quotes5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are definitely four good reasons not to have children
You know...being on stage..in front of so many fans, is the best thing in the whole wide world
When Tom and I were young, we could stay up and go out later than most kids our age but we never misused it. I never came back home drunk and threw up on my mothers feet
Always remember, believe in today, believe in tomorrow, believe in yourself, and whatever happens, don't jump."
And the next song is a very personal song. I wrote this one to just give some help. And I just wanted to say, whatever happens... believe in you, believe in life, believe in tomorrow, believe in everything you do, any time. And this is Don't Jump.
I choose red because
nirvanafeigning euphorianirvana2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the outskirts of joliet,
i saw You between red glowing streams:
weaving the horizon like a tapestry,
recycling gold beads from a pale morning sari,
dyeing blue-violet fever, shivers
leaking from my head down my arms,
resting in my belly beside You—mixing veins in the night,
embellishing the road with thoughts
of creation: You spin a thread and it unwinds,
fraying at the ends where the cars break the asphalt
and i convulse,
spinning out of control—You doe-eyed like the kid
who crashed his mother's car and dies heavy beneath
that semi, stuck in the pitch dark, oil blearing opalescent
under the gaping taillights—streetlights—headlights—
on the outskirts of joliet.
33 ways to annoy Sweeney33 ways to annoy Sweeney7 years ago in Humor
How to annoy Sweeney Todd
1- Offer to help him dye his gray
2- Ask to borrow his eye liner
3- While hes asleep shave his head
4- Hide his razors
5- Hang floral print curtains over his giant window
6- Yell hey look its Turpin every five minutes and when he looks giggle and say made you look
7- Do the same thing only say Lucy
8- Switch Lucys picture in his photo frame with Lovetts
9- Talk to him all day long about pointless stuff
10- Every time he yells laugh and tell him hes to sexy to be scary
11- Ask to borrow his razors to shave your legs
12- The next time he starts talking about Lucy throw your arms up and yell oh my god! This again!!! Give it a rest already!
13- Offer to take him shopping cause his pants look too tight
14- When his cup is empty whisper Why is the rum gone? in his ear.
15- Do this EVERY time his cup is empty, no mater what hes drinking
16- Call him skunk head
17- Take all his clothes, lea
Bitets 53An everyday criminalBitets 532 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
depends on you and your
sleep, work and medicine—
a psychiatrist relies on their
money, crooks and heroine.