This Little GirlThis little girl,This Little Girl10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is afraid to tell the world
how she really feels.
This little girl,
because nobody listens.
This little girl,
would give anything
to have a friend.
This little girl,
is alone in a world
of shouters and screamers.
This little girl,
is finding her way
among the people.
So be warned, because
This little girl
is gonna take the world by storm.
7:40Said you'd meet me at the station,7:4010 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I waited for the train,
the tunnels stretching out beyond my sight.
Footprints wet on tiled platform—
From above, the sound of rain
and muffled groans of thunder filled the night.
Then the seven-forty bellowed in
and, screeching, checked its pace;
from doors poured forth a horde in coats and cowls.
And I searched the rounded windows
for the angles of your face
but could not find you there, nor in the crowd.
Swiftly in and swiftly leaving,
with a shriek the engine fled,
tracks black and bare behind it: it was gone.
And the passengers pushed past me
to the spattered street ahead;
breath misting in the air, they hurried on.
Empty platform, empty station,
empty echoes on the stair—
No heart to leave, I faced the tracks alone.
But a voice behind called, "Emma?"
I turned, and you were there!
A smile split your tired face. "I'm home."
Incy, Wincy SpiderIncy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.Incy, Wincy Spider10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
ArtArt is the most passionate love there is.Art9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not paint on canvas.
It is not words on a page.
It is not music through air.
It is not bricks on foundation.
It is not summer sunsets.
It is not snowy days.
Art is all of that.
Art is soul.
Art is what we make of it.
So take your creativity, hold it like a deadly weapon.
Know it's strength in your hands as you wield it.
Prepare yourself for Excalibur.
And prepare yourself for a Shot Gun.
Prepare yourself for the people who will proclaim that your weapons are futile.
And prepare for the look on their face as your weapon becomes their demise.
Because Art is Love.
And Love is War.
So suit up, Artists.
And march into the most beautiful battle you'll ever Fight.
British Slang (Could be helpful!)ABritish Slang (Could be helpful!)9 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ace - If something is ace it is awesome. I used to hear it a lot in Liverpool. Kids thought all cool stuff was ace, or brill.
Aggro - Short for aggravation, it's the sort of thing you might expect at a football match. In other words - trouble! There is sometimes aggro in the cities after the pubs shut!
All right? - This is used a lot around London and the south to mean, "Hello, how are you"? You would say it to a complete stranger or someone you knew. The normal response would be for them to say "All right"? back to you. It is said as a question. Sometimes it might get expanded to "all right mate"? Mostly used by blue collar workers but also common among younger people.
Anti-clockwise - The first time I said that something had gone anti-clockwise to someone in Texas I got this very funny look. It simply means counter-clockwise but must sound really strange to you chaps! I think he thought I had something against clocks!
Any road - Up north (where they talk funny!!) instead of saying
Who Am I?Maybe I'm a poetWho Am I?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who's talent is with words
Or maybe I'm an artist
Who's creating beauty with a brush
Maybe I'm an athlete
Who's complete with skills and finesse
Or maybe I'm a nerd
Who's awkward and smarter than you could guess
Maybe I'm a president
Who's loud and full of pride
Or maybe I'm that quiet girl
Who's a little more than 'shy'
Maybe I'm an optimist
Who's future looks big and bright
Or maybe I'm a pessimist
Who's solving their problems with a knife
Maybe I'm a genius
Who's flying through their life
Or maybe I'm a loser
Who's struggling to be alright
Maybe I'm a follower
Who's just doing what's told
Or maybe I'm an outcast
Who has their own way to go
Maybe I'm that popular girl
Who's friends list never ends
Or maybe I'm a loner
Who doesn't have one friend to call her own
The beauty of this place
Is that I could be anyone I want to be
Come now and take a guess
Who could I really be?
Rainbow Once upon a time, there was a world without colour. Everything above and under the sky were black and white. The trees were black and white, the waters that flowed were black and white, the animals were black and white, even the people were black and white. None of them had ever heard of 'colour', and they all lead very unhappy lives as their ruler, King Greyskies, a wicked and terrible man, had forbidden laughter for all of his people, seeing it as a useless emotion.Rainbow9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then one day, on the streets walked a man. But he was unlike any other men, as he was dressed in the clothing of a hundred colours that seemed to shift and ripple as he moved. He had skin the colour of a peach, eyes bluer than the sky, and hair the colour of golden straw. He had a merry face and in his hand, he held a brush wet with eternal paint.
No one knew where he had come from, but all of them gazed at him in wonder. The blacksmiths stopped hammering on their irons, the carpe