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Dreams, Screams and HeartbeatsDreams, Screams and Heartbeats8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of two lovers,
Who sought to find each other.
Through sorrow and pain, fear and misery,
The story continues for us incessantly.
Brought so much meaning into my life,
So easily enticed,
Your personality and innocence persuaded my mind,
While your love made worthwhile of my time.
Though you were a part of me, I was not a part of you yet.
I brought it upon myself that eventually my turn would come,
A time when I would be loved.
So I tried my best; and with hope, put my time and effort just for you to notice me.
Little did I know that you would--but you did.
My time had come and what a time of pride it was,
To be loved by the one that I loved,
I could only wish for nothing else.
I felt you reside deep inside me,
A part of myself that I didn't even discover,
Your words made it so clear,
My life seemed rid of all the clutter.
Sadly I am awoken of this dream,
A deal that I had agreed to,
To give you my heart for your love,
You inscribed your name on it, but pressed too hard,
to yell to dance to grow...one day I will tell my son to look for loveto yell to dance to grow...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a drowning man, to fill his lungs with it. I will
raise him with gentle hands and teach him to touch
a woman or a man with his fingertips. I will
tell my son to cry when he feels like crying and laugh
when he feels like laughing and sing out loud
when he feels the voice of God in his chest.
I will teach him to be unashamed
of his body or his thoughts, to spend days naked
with himself and his dreams, the proper way to throw
a punch and when to walk away. I will tell him
to get dirty, that every human being will spend
at least one night on their knees, value of
humility and of sore muscles. I will teach him to love,
above all other things to love,
to love and love and love until his body aches
with the quivering tension of
holding it all in and I will tell him that second to this,
the strongest thing he will ever do is look into the breaking point
and let go.
RipperJack the Ripper,Ripper9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come to me,
Perge the world,
Slash the throats,
Of those who lie,
Send their spirits,
To the sky.
Stop them at,
The pearly gates,
For now you heart,
Is full of hate.
Jack the Ripper,
Come to me,
Save me from,
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsThe Rag Doll10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.
One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.
Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.
With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.
With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.
The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
SurrenderedThere is a lust. A passion, that devours me and eats me up from the inside. A rush, a wave of emotions and they roll over me as though I am a child, tumbling from my tower of hopelessness. An obscure sense of neediness takes over and pulls at my heartstrings, the darkness of this everlasting chain tugs at whatever pride I have left. I have lost myself in the world beyond my shackles and it is a shame that I enjoy it. Suddenly, as I thrive for release, the world catches fire and my feet stand ablaze amidst this juvenile longing. It spreads, from my waist to my fingertips and the outer limits of my toes and I am lightheaded, tipsy like the bottom of the bottle of wine beside my head. The pillows are my only salvation as I cry out, devouring all the innocence I one possessed and now no longer. It is only the faint beating of my shrieking heart that prevents me from sleeping in silence.Surrendered4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
when you've seen everythingwhen you've seen everything10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every essense of mother nature
either cries, falls or becomes cold
until i'm walking on paved cliche
every emotion passes by my eyes
as if i were dying but could only
think in emotion, like a baby does
every peaceful quiet, lingering
on the edge of a single sanity
turns into a catastrophic roar
every moment that i feel every
soul spasm gone simultaniously
flashes out like a movie, the end
Well. If. For Instance. Well.Well. If. For Instance.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In sentences that rhymed,
At the end,
With life in our pockets,
And blood on our seams,
I beg to differ your highness,
But life with all nothing,
But roses and dresses,
Than life would be nothing,
World of a puppeteer,
Dressed in silk in rain,
Of violet crimson,
And violence sitting,
Rhymes of our words,
And life with no magic,
Means life with no soul,
With no childhood of wonder,
Blossoms on cherries,
With apples on markets,
And cats on blueberries,
On puckered market stands,
Life managed to escape,
From our clutches,
Of nets and of sewers,
Like sunshine escapes from,
Rain lit mo
Welcome to Internet UniversityAs sunlight begins creeping over the dorms of Internet University, massive waves of students begin their daily routines, with IMing and long cafeteria load times abound. We join a scene in the bedroom of notable info-maniac personality Twitter as his roommate Facebook attempts to get him out of bedWelcome to Internet University5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: "Twitter! Come on get up!"
Twitter: "I'm getting up! Stop poking me!"
Facebook: "Well hurry up! I could write four notes by the time you get ready"
Twitter: "Okay, I'm up. Now I'm putting on my sock"
Facebook: "I don't need the play by play, Tweet"
Twitter: "Dang, I can't find a good shirt. I'm now searching my closet. Im still looking"
Facebook: "Seriously, man. So unnecessary"
Twitter: "Kinda like that layout change I caught you formatting last week."
Facebook: "Shut it! Myspace is comin' in"
Myspace: "H3y GuYs! I 4m t3h c00lz!"
Twitter: "I am confused. I am hoping FB understands what Myspace said"
Facebook: "Myspace, bro, I asked you not to do that"
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometimes the ends of the earth means
Africa or one city over. that it's okay to be afraid of
I will tell my daughter that life is teetering across
the bridge, that the panic building in her chest is okay;
that good love is waiting on the other side; that better
love is holding her hand; and that the best love is her own
voice in the back of her mind, saying "
Interview de Johann marxInterview de Johann marx5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Cyclone200 : Bonjour et merci d’avoir accepter ce petit interview.
Johann Marx : Le plaisir est pour moi, merci de l’opportunité.
Cyclone200 : Alors, pour commencer, nous vous connaissons par votre pseudo FuzzyYak, mais quel est votre prénom ?
Johann Marx : C’est Johann. J’ai été nommé d’après mon père. Nous avons exactement les mêmes noms et nos anniversaires tombent le même jour également. Il a également un frère jumeau. Il n’ont quand même pas les même noms . Ce serait très déroutant.
Cyclone200 : Ok Johann, avez-vous un endroit favoris pour vos photos ?
Johann Marx : Notre studio pour le moment. Si tout va bien, je m’aventurerai dehors pour prendre des photos très vite. Si j’ai du courage.
Cyclone200 : Personnellement, ou puisez vous vos inspirations ?
Johann Marx : Je suppo
JaceBeautifulJace6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She did not need to turn around to know that he was approaching her from behind, watching her and not the rain. Neither did she need to answer.
Listen to the drops, he said, coming to a stop behind her, not touching her with anything but his breath. But the rain clouds are passing. It wont last for long.
He was such a simple man, she smiled to herself, listening to the constant tapping of water against the cold glass of the window. So very, very complicated, and yet so unimaginable simple. She never understood him. But she knew how he worked.
Where do you want to go? he asked, and she felt the heat from his body, passing through untouchable air to softly land against her back. And she knew that it was not real, but she could not care less. What do you want to do?
Why do you ask me? she wondered, turning around
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
Why the world needs toleranceWhy the world needs tolerance...Why the world needs tolerance5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Life is not a dream so lets face it the human race is certainly not as peaceful as it should be. Intolerance due to humiliation and frustration will be the end of the world. No soul in the world truly likes to be tortured, to be tormented, to face a loss, to be disappointed, to be mutilated or to be depressed. Simple problems with simple solutions become staggeringly destructive, like a storm in a teacup all due to a lack of tolerance.
Since the very dawn of civilization, dominant communities and tribes have wrestled with each other for ages because of non-cooperation and misunderstanding. These disputes have destroyed peace the solution for humanity since the very beginning and from the core, and in doing so, have uprooted the society. Is this what we are, a bunch of barbaric, bloodthirsty scoundrels who can take a minute to rest? I for one certainly dont think so.
Every minute of every hour, every
It's like thisIt's like this;It's like this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I DON'T CARE
So shut up.
I dare not count my time...I dare not count my time with thee in days:I dare not count my time...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time is not forgetful nor forgiving.
Days stretch too long; I cannot count the ways,
My attempts, to redeem all those waiting.
And what with that fundamental measure,
That intricate ticking of the old clock,
Might move to settle this mere disclosure?
Time doth holdeth seconds too much in stock.
Yet creativity is not required
To find the solution to this query;
Though the only answer this mind has sired
Would be to simply count by memory.
For the mind, as Time doth, never forgets
And I, the slave to what mem'ries beget.
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
A Time Capsule Lullaby of LoveI am using a dead languageA Time Capsule Lullaby of Love6 years ago in Open More Like This
to talk to you generations
who will spring from the earth
long after my bones have decayed.
I am trapped by the images of
your forgotten past when I try
to imagine the world I left you.
I prayed at trees and mountains
at banks of rivers and brick.
In churches and temples I chanted,
sang, and cursed those condemned
to stand outside the blessed walls.
Where have you buried the Holy Cross,
the Black Swastika, the Sacred Sword,
the Crescent Moon, the White Hood,
and the Hammer and Sickle?
Are you space babies who walk
from galaxy to galaxy as easily
as I once ran across a street?
Did a womb of flesh give you
birth? Do you laugh until your
belly aches? Can your heart be
touched without the use of hands?
When you wrap your legs around each
other, is it in passion or in pain?
Where do you go to hide your tears?
Perhaps you are monsters who roam
the planet in search of food and shelter.
Did the Earth spit you from her bosom?
Kelsey Kelsey is like this new born puppy dog, hyper and active with bursts of energy. Her given name is Emily Kelsey, but in her world everything is different, and Emily is a cursed name, so call her Kelsey. And if you see her you should ask her to do her theme song, the one where she spells her name out, sometimes wrong, but that's all right because she says she can't spell anyway and she'll laugh it off. Her beautiful blonde hair with highlights is always held back from her face in neatly done French braids, and if they aren't neat she doesn't seem to mind because she is her own person. Her mystic blue eyes leave you caught in another world escaping from reality and entering her playful mind with its swings and slides and monkeys.Kelsey10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You can tell when she is really into something and it fills her heart because she gets this certain sparkle in her eye. The kind that's like a firework, exploding with energy. Kelsey is the kind of person you always