I Don't Really Hate YouI hate the way you speakI Don't Really Hate You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hate the way you grin
I hate your horrid telephone
Where my number you always dial
I hate the way you make me laugh
But more when you make me cry
I hate the feeling of loving you
And without you I would die
I hate the way you made me feel
So loved and so needed
I hate the way I think of you
And I am haunted by your memory
I hate the way your always right
Even more when you are wrong
I hate the fact that we broke up
I pretended I was so strong
But mostly, I hate the way
I don't really hate you
I hate it because I still love you
And without you I cannot live.
I Was LovedI Was Loved9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He has left me
Against the bleak November sky
The words are emblazoned
Fiery gold against the grey
Two halves of a whole
My love, my best friend
With your coffin I am buried
And with you died my heart
Life itself is empty now
Tomorrow need never come
So extinguish the sun
And erase the moon
Leave the wind breathless
Let it all fall away
Let the singers find no voice
And the dreamers no sleep
Let the poets write nothing
Music has no melody
All the beauty, the joy
Was taken from me with you
Will I ever breathe again?
Will my blood thaw in my viens?
How does the Earth still spin,
And the moon rise and set?
Does no one know?
Does no one care?
He has left me
And I have left myself
So let it be written for all to see
I loved and was loved once
MantraI have found peaceMantra5 years ago in Open More Like This
Through pain and suffering
Love and passion
I have found myself through all the joy and tears
I am grateful for all that has been given me
Through trial and error
Rights and wrongs
I am at peace with my choices in life
This is my mantra
My promise to myself
To seek and to find
Love, joy and fulfillment
I am at peace
Strength and freedom
Power and contentment
Unbound and Uncomplicated
Beautiful and wild
I am free from all that binds me
VowsI give you my heartVows5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the hope you will be kind
Please don't betray me
Don't abuse me
Never mistake my love for weakness
Look at me and see whats real
Accept me for all that I am
I entrust all of me
In your hands
Hoping you will not do me wrong
I will stand by you
If you'll stand by me
I give you my heart
I will support you
Accept all your wrongs
Rejoice in your rights
As long as you give me the same
When the day ends
When the sun sets
I will be there
To hold you
To kiss you
To give you my love
And accept yours in return
I will be your rock
I will be your shield
Lover and friend
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
RevengeRevenge1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chris was invited to a party this evening. But not just any party, his brothers wife had died a few months ago and she had left him a big mansion. His brother, Steve, had moved there and tonight he wanted to celebrate the fact that he finally had gotten all his stuff into the mansion and was finished moving.
When Chris arrived at the mansion, the party had already started. He found his brother talking to some guests in the garden. It was a beautiful summer night and there were no clouds in the sky. Hey little bro. Steve greeted him. He excused himself from his guests and asked Chris to walk a little with him. So, nice house you have there. Chris tried to start a conversation. Yeah, isnt it? Sad that I only got it, because Melissa died. Chris stopped and looked at his brother. Man, she died only four months ago and you dont seem like you really care about it. Didnt you love her? Steve sighed. You know
"Heaven for the climate...""Heaven for the climate..."8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Mark Twain once said, "Heaven for the climate; Hell for company",
so you've been following along with tonight's program -
You'd realize that I recently discovered that I was never what you'd call a Christian. I believe that what made Jesus more than human is that he died for what he believed in, and if he saved all of us in the process, that makes him an amazing and great man. But that aside, I am ultimately pagan. I pray to gods and goddesses throughout the day and gain much strength from them, although I should work on the patience thing as well -
And I'm sure you all realize I love theological discussions, mainly because it IS my major (sort of) and it interests me. So much of what we do is based on faith and faith shapes who we are and how we see ourselves and the rest of the world. It is a beautiful thing that surrounds every individual, and something that ultimately you have to figure out on your own -
I got into a theological discussion with two of my friends tonight, which bega
More Than MeMore Than Me8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
More Than Me
Sometimes I wanna take a walk
In your shoes
And for a while I am not me
I could be you
This world's spinning
and I don't know why
But my heart breaks for you
Each time you cry
just wanna feel
Like something else is out there
More than me
have to deal
Either over or under
no in between
Sometimes I wanna scream out loud
I don't know why
Grow something up from my tears
That can touch the sky
There's something higher
That I just can't see
But I feel him moving
When the evening speaks
Sometimes I wanna stop the world and
catch my breath
Keep the rain falling from the sky
Till there's nothing left
Everyday I'm changing
And I don't know how
Something's waking up inside me
And it's starting now
No titleI woke up last night cold with shivers.No title7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I realized it was the Givers
Who always took it all away,
Who were the comers, not the leavers,
Who made the ice-cold get the fevers,
And at an order made one stay.
I turned to them and told them "Please,
Stop bringing hate, war, and disease!"
And left to pray.
They looked at me as if not seeing,
As if I'm see through, not a being,
And went their way.
Well it is night, they can't be stopped,
They can't be cut, erased, or cropped...
In bed I lay.
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
Jilted Generation: preview Ch1CHAPTER ONE:Jilted Generation: preview Ch16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am angry.
I am scatterbrained.
I am scared and scarred.
I am nervous that this is ALL there is.
I am an over-achiever.
I am anorexic, but I eat anyways, so
I am guilty.
I am an addict to something, but
I am not sure what yet.
I am lonely even though
I am completely surrounded by people.
I am selfish.
I am genuine.
I am capable of many things, but
I am careful in my choice of words.
I am empty and numb.
I am overwhelmed.
I am craving a musical outlet.
I am hesitant.
I am untrusting.
I am vulnerable.
I am diseased.
I am tired of having things to complain about.
I am sick of responsibilities.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I am blessed, but
I am lost.
I am so many things that you never see.
Somewhere, inside of me, is the truth.
It is spectacular and overwhelming and omnipotent. I feel the need, repeatedly, to dig deep, hunker down and process. I also feel the need to scream, but cannot find the voice, nor the sentiment. Instead I sink down, and nest in, f
Take it BackVerse 1:Take it Back6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sometimes when I close my eyes I see your face.
Sometimes when I hear that song I feel your embrace.
And yes Im a fool to ever believe in you,
When I asked for honesty that youd give me truth.
So Ill sing myself a cocktail of hatred till I sleep at night,
When it fails I will beg the past to take it back and make it right.
So I sing
Please never have kissed me that day,
Please never have kissed you back.
And Id hoped that in time that my thoughts would come true,
Now I hope that in time Ill forget about you,
And I wish that maybe someday time will take it back.
Some days I will look back and regret the past.
Some days I would wish that maybe it could last.
(For a while)
Perhaps Im a fool to even be blaming you,
Didnt want your honesty, guess I didnt want your truth.
So Ill sing myself a cocktail of hatred till I sleep at night,
When it fails I will beg the past to take it b
The problem of Pubic Hair.The problem of Pubic Hair.8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was younger -
I was asexual and never really thought about guys all that much because I fit too well in with them, sounds like the opening notes of a lesbian sonata but it didn't quite end like that, since I also watched hentai at a younger age, I was exposed to sexual situations without knowing how to masturbate or how to deal with the throbbing baby hole that I possessed -
But the thing that stuck with me the most were the peach shiny pubic areas, shaved and then coated with baby oil, so I followed suit, yes, I used to shave completely bare just thinking that that's how women did it, and god, I was like....in middle school and had no perception of how that area should be kept, and in turn learned to be ashamed of it, hiding an afro behind some Mickey Mouse panties obviously wouldn't do for the rest of my life -
But anime characters never get hairbumps, the nasty reality of what actually happens, and why is that considered attractive, and even worse, why do we, as women, contin