Don't Cry My VampyreDont cry my angel,Don't Cry My Vampyre7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dont let the harm and punishment of the world bring you down,
Dont let it burn at your insides and leave scars inside you,
Dont cry my angel.
Dont let your tears flow to the ground my love,
Dont let them take away your beauty in waves of water,
Dont let your emotions sprout thoughts of death,
Dont use those thoughts for the easier way out,
Dont leave me.
Dont let your ways of thinking things through bring you down,
Dont hide your feelings through emotionally built walls,
Dont hide your tears from mine,
Dont stop yourself from crying out your screams.
Dont Lose Love In Me,
Dont Lose Trust In Me,
For I Am Here For You,
So Dont Cry My Vampyre.
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 19 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
Black AngelIt is darkBlack Angel4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In heaven is no Light
Death angels are flying around the world
My heart is so black
blood is flowing every where
I can see
There is no hope
That anyone can hear
I am screamin'
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Pain is filling my eyes
I can not feel any love
It is so cold around me now
Black feathers are fallin'
On the ground
Hate is flowin'in my vains
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Can you not see
I want to die
I can not do this anymore
But I am undeath
I have to live forever
But there is one way
You can stop me
One way to stop my pain
One way to wrake all the death ones
I have killed
Please, kill me, please
If you do not
I can not do it by my self
Only to stop the pain
And the hate
And the tears
Please stop me
Please kill me, cause
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
I can't decide
What I have to do
I want to die...
And she ScreamedAnd she Screamed7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a girl,
listening to a song
She had been listing to it all day,
but now when she heard the words they tore at her heart
She twitched and shook and finally got up and dance
Her movements where precious with the feelings of the words
When the music screamed she screamed
When it spun she spun
When it ended she played it again
She pounded against the walls
Ripped the hair out of her head
& Ripped the skin off her face and arms
She dance with the skills none could acquire
She bled like a river of devastation she cried for all that she could not do,
and then she stopped and looked around the small white circular room she was in
She screamed so loud that every one heard her
When they heard her they felt exactly what she felt and they screamed,
They covered their ears they hide under beds
they locked their doors but they could not get away form the inconvenience
There heads exploded
their lungs filled with blood
their eyes popped out of their heads
The Joker's PsycheThe Joker's Psyche6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Wikipedia: The psychopath is defined by a continual seeking of psychological gratification in criminal, sexual, or aggressive impulses and the inability to learn from past mistakes. Many psychologists believe that psychopathy falls on a spectrum of pathological narcissism, ranging from narcissistic personality disorder on the low end, malignant narcissism in the middle, and psychopathy on the high end. An almost all-pervasive misconception is that psychopaths are doomed to a life of violence and crime. It is possible for psychopaths to become successful in many lines of work. Psychopathy is frequently mistaken with other similar personality disorders, such as dissocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, and schizoid personality disorder (as well as others).
Insanity is no longer considered a medical diagnosis but is a legal term in the United States, stemming from its original use in common law. The disorders formerly encompassed by the term cover
Transformers Essay - Section 1Section 1.1 - The Spark</b>Transformers Essay - Section 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Perhaps the most important thing that will be discussed in this essay is the very life essence of every transformer. It is a globe of plasma-based energy, blue and pulsating, that resides within a chamber in the chest area of every Cybertronian. Each spark carries an individual resonating signature that makes it unique to the mech or femme it gives life to, and it plays an essential role in many things: determining one's personality, finding a potential mate, and the propagation of the species outside of the Well of All Sparks.
Introduced by Beast Wars canon and used in almost every American interpretation that followed, the spark was a retcon that was widely embraced throughout the transformers fandom. It became a way to say, for certain, that the Cybertronians we grew up with were more than just a race of advanced AI. They were a living species, a mechanical organism with the ability to think, feel, rea
DarknessDarknessDarkness8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im sitting in the frozen heart of darkness
Waiting for the light to find me here
I wont ever surrender to the shadows
Even if Ill never leave this place
My hope is all what feeds me
And trust alone is keeping me alive
But drawing breath is getting harder
With suffocating blackness covering me
Eternal night is gathering around me
Closing in with every blink
Nightly horrors are crawling up my skin
And start to seep in trough my eyes
The icecold poison fills my veins
Freezing me to the pitchblack ground
The first dark drop does reach my heart
The moment sun approches me
The thin, thin rays caress my limbs
Melt the icecrystals on my skin
And chase the night behind the horizon
But salvation came too late
The whispering shadow had touched my soul
And it will stay for the rest of my life
So that even in the brightest sunshine
The cold dark will creep through me.
Disturbia- Peterick"Disturbia-"Disturbia- Peterick5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The setting is nowhere. Somewhere. Sure. Whatever. A city, Patrick thinks through the hazy, painful fireworks going off inside his brain. The rhythmic, aching pulse that grabs hold of his head matches the thrashing beat of the songs in every club he stumbles by. It's a city. Chicago, LA, New York Throw a tacky hoodie line in there and it could be Milan. Tokyo. Paris. Patrick feels like someone burned down the Eiffel Tower and stepped on the broken-glass ashes until they were a fine powder and poured it into his drink when he wasnt looking. Poured whatever in his drink when he wasn't looking. It doesnt matter. Nothing matters except the city lights blurring and swirling all around Patrick as he twirls around unsteadily. Neon green squiggles embed themselves into his vision and streak across the pit
Goodnight Kiss- JoncerGoodnight Kiss- JoncerGoodnight Kiss- Joncer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spencer didnt know Jon could accessorize well. Or make stovetop popcorn. Or that Jon had a dramatically funnier brand of humor than he ever showed the band. That their taste in movies was virtually the same. Because you don't get many movies out on the road touring.
Spencer didnt know Jon was planning to ask him to see Public Enemies. But Jon did.
Jon didnt know that the drummer was fantastic with kids. Or that Spencer could sing okay. Or that everyone told him he looked like McGee from NCIS. Because Jon could never hear
Spencer's mike from onstage and because Spencer was shy about opinions concerning him.
Jon didnt know what Spencer would say when he extended the offer to treat for Public Enemies tickets. But Spencer accepted.
Neither of them knew that they'd both end up crying when "Bye bye, blackbird" was whispered softly.
Jon didnt know Spence
...Falling StarsAs I watched You carve each star...Falling Stars8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
out of the Inky night
My ageless child's eyes counted
as they Fell
These flawless new souls,
exquisite with their
...their Divine Perfection
As years passed I kept
a watchful eye,
counting but not keeping track
stricken with awe
time and time again.
Always through that same Child's Eye
upwards I'd gaze
as You would etch and carve each
new star from that leaden canvas
You, the ultimate Artist, the Creator
were e'er trimming with such Delicacy
No pattern to follow
no Star ever duplicated
So now here I still do gaze
and anxiously I wait, anticipating,
for My special Star
Because throughout my life the only constant,
Editorial: Pensando en TPensando en T.Editorial: Pensando en T4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Cuando nos miramos en el espejo y estamos desnudos, generalmente nos planteamos cómo nos vemos y lo feos que estamos sin ropa... Pero siempre hay más.
Hagamos el ejercicio a la inversa. Imaginemos que un día nos levantamos y que nuestro cuerpo y nuestra mente van en sentido contrario y que lo que vemos en el espejo es, poco más o menos, que una pesadilla de esas que se ven tan graciosas en las películas.
¿Cuántos de nosotros damos gracias por tener un cuerpo que, socialmente, nos identifica con nuestra mente? Realmente pocos, porque tenemos la gran suerte de haber nacido así.
Cuando yo me miro al espejo doy gracias por tener un cuerpo que se corresponde con mi mente, sea más gordo o más flaco, más alto o más bajo, más bonito o más feo. Doy siempre gracias porque tengo el cuerpo que me corresponde.
Pero hay personas en este mundo que tienen una mente distinta al cuerpo y que, cuando se miran
ReplyDear,Reply7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
A year goes by.
And then I told you my feelings. I waited anxiously, hoping that your reply would come any day now. And then it did. And then you crushed me. You wished me well, and said that you didnt understand, and that crushed me. Because we both know you understood. We both knew that you understood exactly what I meant when I said I love you. It may be hard to accept, and so easy to deny, but I never lied about being in love with you: you just never believed.
And I dont know what hurts more, Im so numb. I dont know if hurts more that I love you, or if it hurts more to believe you love me. What am I supposed to believe? You were always there when I needed, then you werent, and eventually neither was I. We were gone. From the beginning, even with your perfect looks and grace, you were never right in front of me to touch. It was all a sadistic little game. All an illusion.
And I cried, all night long after talking with you
Look At The WorldLook at the world. It hasnt really changed that much. It looks much the same as it always has. Its still spinning, which might actually surprise a few people. True, therere a few more brown patches, that sandy colour where there arent any trees but where there should be. But theres still green too, theres still white, the poles are still hanging in there; and theres still one hell of a lot of blue!Look At The World7 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Look at all the countries. Or maybe not all of them, actually, because I cant tell you what happened in most of them. In any of them except my country. See, after the Explosion, everything, everywhere went crazy. Wars spread and they just kept getting worse and worse. Then the news basically stopped, because we shut off our borders. We didnt let anyone come from Across the Seas, didnt let anyone come from the North; we wrapped ourselves in a big cocoon, hoping that might help. So I really dont know what happened anywhere
A girl's guide to guys.THE GIRLS' GUIDE TO GUYS. BY A GUY.A girl's guide to guys9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Most of us can't do compliments without sounding creepy, so we give up at a young age. It doesn't mean we don't love you.
2. Whilst we don't condone bad hygiene, as men we sweat and frankly a little consideration would be appreciated.
3. As men, we're supposed to be big and strong. Most of us aren't. The only way we can convince ourselves we are is by regularly noticing how small you are. It's a defence mechanism.
>3.a. Please don't wear heels if you're over 5'6''. It eats away our self-esteem.
4. If you think we're irritating you because we secretly like you, you're probably right. The only problem is it's such a good secret, we haven't figured it out yet.
5. When we ask you out, say what you mean. We don't want to date your friends; we want to date you and if you convene a committee to make the decision, you're obviously not blown away. Anything less than 'yes' is 'no' in our minds, and we move on fast.
6. We know looks matter to
Mello and Matt no9G for everyone!Mello and Matt no97 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its raining again. I know because I was rudely awakened by the loud thunder. As I lie there, trying to fall asleep again, a memory comes to mind. I try to block it out, I need to sleep; tomorrow is a big day. Well, then again, the days here are all pretty much the same. A big day usually means an exam. It used to mean L coming to visit, but ever since the Kira case, the hopes of that happening have vanished. No, I tell myself, I must not think about L. Either I think about the exam tomorrow, or I go to sleep. The rain is hitting my window pretty hard. I sit up. The window, along with the shadows of the raindrops is imprinted onto the floor. I can vaguely see my desk, cluttered with papers from last nights cram session. Damn Matt, distracting me the whole day so I couldnt study till later. In all these years, I have never figured out how he manages to get high grades without
Was this what you wanted?Is this what you wanted for meWas this what you wanted?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you promised to love me?
My eyes filled with tears
Because of the endless times you hurt me?
My body clenched in fear
Because you chose to betray me once more?
My nights spent laying awake
Because your cold presence was unavoidable?
My hand gripping on to the razor
Because you would not once acknowledge?
My life led in secret
Because of the pain you caused me?
And the lies
I have let you go
With nothing broken
Was this what you wanted for me
Prisoners ch. 2 Sam looked at me, scared again, and I could only return the look. I had no idea what was going to happen to us, but I didn't think I wanted to know.Prisoners ch. 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That man," I said, slowly, "I walked with him for a while," I choose to leave out why I had followed him, "Then when he was sure I wouldn't be missed, he grabbed me and pressed something to my mouth. I was knocked out and then woke up here. What about you?"
"That woman," he gulped, "She had promised me to help find me a place to stay. I had run away from home and my family recently moved in, so I didn't have any friends to turn to. She said we were heading to her house, but then I was knocked out by someone hitting me from behind."
I reluctantly shuddered from the terrible circumstance he was in. I stopped myself from shaking my head when I noticed the oth
MasksI have a mask that I put onMasks10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A warriors mask to make me strong
To give me meaning, to hide my pain
To stop me crying in the rain
Apart and separate, look at me
An individual entity
There is no other like to see
My difference gives me will to be
A mask is of generic form
We recognise those it adorns
It is a badge, a uniform
Where is the self when lines are drawn?
In the search to find the self
Pull many masks down off the shelf
Try one on, what do you see?
A mask that trys to cover ME
everyone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiencymy parents never beat meeveryone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiency3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and look how I turned out: cracked ribs
blood in my urine
finally lost my baby teeth
but there's no love without blood and you
do not dream in hourglasses
rusty wind and
ferris wheel cages
to watch the gauze fall untaped
on the kitchen floor and
I am itchingscratchingbleeding time
profusely and it falls off me like sawdust with every
I still stand still with knees dovetailed and
head cocked down
to watch the wood shavings
pile at my shins like suitcases
you always want more
so when I felt the fault lines in your wrists
start to tremble
I took that revolver in your chest
spun the cylinders and heard
the familiar empty click
echo through your ribcage
and now I find you
underground like rainwater
and I tried
All The Pretty People...-Rydon...Die in Horror MoviesAll The Pretty People...-Rydon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My feet dug into the cold dirt as I ran thought the dark woods, dodging the tall unforgiving trees and making sure not one would be able to find me. I finally reached a tree that was the size of a small obese person and as tall as two large giraffes. I leaned against it, letting myself pant as my eyes shifted side to side looking for my common enemy. When I confirmed he wasn't here, my eyes slipped closed. A sigh escaped from my lips and I let the dark overtake me, hoping it would shield me tonight.
Then I heard him coming at me at top speed. Before I had the chance to move or even move my eyes for that matter he had tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms down and sitting on my waist. I opened my eyes to see his stupid smile. I frowned as he said, "Found Ya. That make the score forty eight to zero! Right?"
I rolled my eyes as he continued," You really suck at this hiding thing Ryan."
Brendon let me get up and as I brushed d
Mello and Matt no2PG for Too EmotionalMello and Matt no27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If you are reading this, I have died in the attempt to capture Takada. Regardless, I know what we did will prove to be key in the Kira investigation, even if it means weve helped Near. Only we couldve done this, and looking at the big picture, its a battle against Kira, not against Near. Just dont ever tell him that.
I just want you to know, Im sorry. Im sorry for leaving you so abruptly, like the day I left the orphanage, walking away as you were held back by Roger and you called my name, and tried to convince me to stay, with no success. I can still see your face in the window, the only time I ever looked back at that place. The image is as clear as the real you Im seeing right now, and so is every memory we ever shared. Im sorry that Im leaving you with all those memories, but with no possibility of making new ones. Im sorry for all the times I treated you like my slave, I