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WordsThoust has voiceWords2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my medium:!!
a song,
a tune,
a whisper...
and the wind falls,
and the trees call,
and the ocean roars
and the eagle soars
and the shadows climb
and the mountains chime
and the streams trickle
and the dreams tickle
and it amuses me so...
oh, words, how doth thee flow?
Ten yearsTen yearsTen years2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
she stood at the altar, hoping and wishing every night
that here her Romeo would arise in fire and dazzling light,
to the day she bore her promise on the golden feathers of dawn
her dreams of color embued in the fashion of a million hearts strong
to find in the morn that nothing has yet come to her aid,
as she stood there, and fell where she laid.
Nine clouds
hovered by in the brink of the eve
and she saw what she saw where there's none to believe
that she felt him and that she heard
that he is acoming the firebright bird,
to tear through her dreams unspoken with verse
that he promised her back that yes, he'll be hers.
Slip WayThe world is different...Slip Way2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everything is strange.
Even my eyes won't keep open,
as I wonder its range...
My thoughts do often wander,
my mind's not so awake;
and often found traversing
images for emotion's sake.
I can not feel the world around me,
by sight, by touch and sound,
my soul but wanders aimlessly
round and round and round...
It talks the wind and hears the breeze,
feels the beauty that drifts in peace,
wakes on moments, and hangs about there,
and so I find myself always not knowing where...
PondrousPonder this;Pondrous2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
oh, Wondrous!
What's so fabulous
about being Anonymous?
Lucky FanLucky Fan6 years ago in General More Like This
She could feel the blood in her rushing every where, all her senses were at the max, and she wanted to remember every detail. She had prepared for this moment so much, her makeup, her clothes were handmade by her from one of her own designs. The boots, she had them made especially, costing her a load of money. All of the sudden a feeling of wanting to run away and leave came over her. She felt ashamed, scared, terrified, not really understanding why. What would he think? Annoying little girl all dressed up like some wacko who doesn’t shut up about how much she loves him even though she doesn’t know him. She could feel tear
Bitter SweetBitter Sweet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This aching love...
tearing at my heart...
letting it evolve...
its poison reaching my heart...
And with your Bitter Sweet
kiss you tear me apart
and make me new...
Falling into your arms
in oblivion, a fantasy
so truely... Bitter Sweet
The sweetness of your touch...
the bitterness of your touch...
your broken love...
my curing touch?
The pain in your eyes
confuses the bliss in your lips
The fire in your arms
erases the coldness in your tears
And with your Bitter Sweet
kiss you tear me apart
and make me new...
Falling into your arms
in oblivion, a fantasy
so truely... Bitter Sweet
This aching love...
tearing at my hea
Story about Ville and ...Show has just ended. Sweaty all over, a handsome pale beauty with hair dark as the night… voice sweet as angels, and yet deep as the most darkest creature. His slender body, all women crave to touch. His pink lips, that even men desire… and his green/blue eyes that can dazzle anyone. Yes, I am speaking of Ville Valo… And who am I? A lucky fan who's sitting a few feet away from him as he sits down and slumps on the black leather seat behind the stage. My heart races as I could smell him, as I could see him… oh jeez, I could hear him breathe. The excitement in me was so much all I could do was sit and stare at him, looking peacefully outStory about Ville and ...8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something thatSex Object8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
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