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If My Life was but a DreamIf my life was but a dreamIf My Life was but a Dream4 years ago in Open More Like This
I'd turn to golden ash in the sun.
I'd be a statue - a being of stone
For all that had been had been within.
And yet, beyond, in that waking realm,
I'd wonder which I was --
Am I the dream of a static world
Or do I dream to be myself?
Are we the things we perceive we are,
Or do we betray our true selves?
If my life was but a dream
I'd live as I had dreamt.
As a Poet...As a PoetAs a Poet...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lack the knack
And my rhymes
Are none to sweet
But when it comes
To kitchen craft
I simply can't be beat
My apple pie is famed
On distant western shores
And my chocolate cake alone
Could end the next world war
Ghandi loves my pot roast so
He told his best chum Churchil
To come down to my kitchen
And sample the fruits of my grill
Hitler loves my matzah balls
And my Rabbi loves my pork
So much that they split a loaf
Of apfelstudel so that they
Could have a little talk
And though my pølser is divine
And my risgrøt beats the rest
I would love to be a poet,
I think that would be best
thegreateststoryevertoldMă sufocă o moarte mică,thegreateststoryevertold9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
însiropată între secunde.
Când mă rup de cine sunt,
respir mai mult ca niciodată.
Un respiroUn respiro5 years ago in Open More Like This
E cam tarziu de vise-aprinse
chiar de regrete-mbatranite
ele s-au dus si-am ramas singur
iar tu continui sa ma-nvinui..
Asa a inceput, ca-ntr-o poveste
era frumos, si vinul dulce
si-a doua zi, si mai frumos
cand soarele a rasarit din luna
si-aveai un par atat de matasos
si miresmat, si il tineam in mana..
Apoi numai in sus am mai putut sa merg
si sa respir un aer tot mai dulce
si zilele erau din ce in ce mai lungi
cand te zaream doar seara cateva minute.
Dar din pacate-a fost un vis, o umbra, o fantasma
ce a trecut rapid si mi-a lasat, o amintire dulce;
dar tot trecand, m-a insfacat, si-a rupt din mine suflul
si am ramas, in
Iubire aprinsa de calduraIubire aprinsa de caldura5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
E noapte si e cald
si geamurile sunt scoase
din papucii aburinzi de var.
pare ca stau pe un cuptor fierbinte
si insasi luna-mi bate-n cap
si rau imi arde pielea rozalie
prin zecile de flori de liliac.
Nici apa nu mai are rost
caci numai aburi imi ajung pe buze
atat de cald e-n Bucuresti
acum, spre fine de aprilie.
Pare ca stelele se scurg prin geam
sa soarba din paharul meu de apa
si picura torid din cer
caci insasi stelele transpira;
nici cainii vagabonzi nu se incumeta
sa-si paraseasca umbra,
de frica sa nu-i arda luna.
Asa si eu pitit sunt dupa pixul
ce il strang in mana
de frica sa nu pierd
si ultima farama de lumina.
Iubire in stop cardiacIubire in stop cardiac5 years ago in Open More Like This
Un frig dezgropat dupa un somn lenes
atinge barbar un copac fara vreme
si-un singur sarut e de-ajuns sa inghete
tot ce-a ramas dintr-un vechi suflet pereche;
Un suflu calm si-o lovire barbara
un sarut rece si-o palma amara
asaza copacul latent in visare.
Si-asteapta dormind acest copac fara vreme
sperand ca odata, acel Soare maret
sa reapara..
Oare degeaba asteapta copacul fara vreme
dintr-o sincopa adanca un Soare s-apara?
Nature of Our WaysNature of Our Ways7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When ever possible, hold the rites in forests, seashores, mountain tops, desert plains, or near a tranquil lake or river, for these places are sacred. If this is not possible, a garden or inner chamber will suffice, if it is preparred in advance with fumes, flowers and ornamentation.
Seek out wisdom in books, rare manuscripts, and cryptic poems if you wish, but more importantly, seek wisdom in the simple stone, fragile herb, in the cries of birds and in the howls of the wild. Listen to the whisperings of the wind and rain and the roar of the water if you would discover true magick, for it is here that the Old Ones preserve the secrets of the
ForeshoreForeshore2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Picture, if you can, in this elemental setting, a solitary child, so tiny, so distant against those rearing rocks, that you cannot certainly determine the child's gender. Not that that detail is of any consequence, what you see is an animated speck fearlessly approaching the edge of the ocean's ancient dream.
The child's brief and fugitive experience discovers what language has yet to teach. Nothing in the world of this tiny he or she is more than a moment old, yet that fragile moment can swallow this ancient world whole.
Rock has forgotten
time's beginning. Still busy,
the tide gnaws, the rock erodes.
Alles . LiebeAlles . Liebe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alles.
Alles was du willst.
Alles was du brauchst.
Ein Wort. Alles. Du bekommst es.
Alles was du willst.
Alles was ich dir geben kann,
bin ich.
Ist meine Liebe. Keine Gegenleistung.
Kein Gegenwert.
Liebe.
Alles.
Bedeutet es nicht das Gleiche?
Ich geb mich auf.
Ich geb dich auf.
Alles.
Liebe.
am o inima in plus.am o inima in plusam o inima in plus.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ea se afla
in piept la tine
si de fiecare data
cand ii e dor de mine
bate in peretii
pieptului tau.
...
am o floare mare-n piept
ea se numeste 'nu ma uita'
miroase a dragoste
si dor
...
amintirea ta miroase a iasomie
si vocea ta inca mai rasuna
intre patru pereti goi si scrijeliti
ai ventricului drept
iar in atriul stang
mai este doar un cui ruginit
caci fotografia cu tine
am dat-o jos, nu demult.
am o inima in plus
ea e inca in pieptul tau
si orice s-ar intampla
va ramane acolo mereu.
Cemetery ChaseCemetery Chase4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
CEMETERY CHASE
My friends dare me to sleep in a cemetery overnight,
I'm hesitant at first, but then accept,
I go to the cemetery at 10 o'clock PM and set the sleeping bag, then sleep.
At about midnight, there is a gurgling noise.
I begin to search around but find nothing,
Suddenly, a hand reaches up from a mound of dirt in front of a tombstone, then a head,
Looking around now, zombies are everywhere,
I try to run, but they get closer each step I take...
Its 8 o'clock AM when my friends come back to get me,
They spent an hour or so trying to find me.
When they did find me, they threw up at the site of me.
I looked seriously injured
Handless AngelHandless Angel8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
An angel's arm cannot snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
~ Edward Young
Winter (nonet)Winter (nonet)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dancing, glittering, twirling, cold snow
Blanketing fields and houses
Harsh whiteness, I need to squint
The chill seeps through to bones
I shiver; teeth chatter
Yet I'm happy
I love snow
Such fun
Play
Forget Me Not - Chap 3: The LoveForget Me Not - Chap 3: The Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Wow so many comments! I just love you guys X3 A few of your comments just made my day, seriously! For those bigger comments that some of you guys are writing me, I'll definitely answer them if you have a question or just a comment. Of course, comment to me! As I've said before it's my fuel for writing fanfics. If they suddenly stop I'll… well I wouldn't know how to continue with the story if I don't know how you think ^^. So I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter!
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Sophie giggled, running zigzags in between the gravestones. Holding a shovel as tall as hers
GreensleevesGreensleeves2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love an
.:Beaten:.I've been beaten down.:Beaten:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and beaten up. My scars
show no matter what I
do. My life is a mess,
and I have little friends.
I've been backstabbed
and left for dead.
They've pushed me down
and cut my skin.
Yet here I am, sitting
alone, crying my heart
out.
Wicca-Sabbat-MabonWicca-Sabbat-Mabon7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Mabon is the name of the Welsh God who represents fertility in Welsh lore. Mabon is a time when both day and night are equal, not only is day and night equal but everything is in balance at this time. Mabon is also the time Oak & Holly King. Throughout the year they have challenged each other and then mate with the Goddess. At Mabon, the Holly King challenges the Oak King and wins, the Holly King rules until the Spring Equinox where the opposite occurs.
Lore -
A traditional practice is to walk in wild places and forests. Gather seed pods, and dried plants. These can be used to decorate the home and other saved for future herbal magick.
Cel
Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter Sometimes it rains, very softly. Usually, people don't notice, when it falls like this. It is very subtle, imperceptible, to most. A few will sense it, open their umbrellas. The harmless water drops will bounce off the umbrella tops, or slide down the sides. Eventually they will hit the floor, with a vague thump. There, they will be destroyed, as the impact breaks them down. Several smaller droplets are formed; but these stay on the floor. They can't rise up to the air again. People step over them. They gather, form puddles, try to protect themselves. People keep stepping on these puddles, but at some point they are too deep to step on. If yPitter Patter, Pitter Patter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
to be perfectOpen your mind to the eye of the sunto be perfect1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i've come to fear, to the feeling I'm numbed
once you fall, its a mighty climb up, once you fall
and I found myself slipping
If I knew what I knew in my dreams
then baby, just maybe, Id know how to be your queen
a queen in general, it's hypethetical
I long to be perfect, I've longed to be pure
adored forever more, I long to be
spent some time lost in your eyes
fuel to stay awake
My "I Love" List1. I love being a Town BoyMy "I Love" List2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2. I love my family
3. I really love my mom and grandma
4. I love the colors of the rainbow
5. I love the color black
6. I love ALL animals including prehistoric ones too
7. I love strong thunderstorms and tornadoes
8. I love lightning
9. I love my sense of humor
10. I love having such a strong passion for art of any kind
11. I deeply love drawing
12. I deeply love horror movies
13. I love SPFX
14. I love a lot of actors as well as actresses
15. I love TNA Wrestling
16. I love WWE
17. I love surfing
18. I love surfing the internet
19. I extremely love the summer time
20. I love heat
21. I love my
Happy ThoughtsHappy Thoughts9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open your eyes.
Don't think.
Just watch.
A breeze picks up.
You hug yourself tight.
The trees sway.
Leaves break free from their grip.
Swirling gracefully through the air.
Eventually floating to the ground in sweet surrender.
Your sight loses focus.
The scene becoming a no longer detailed blur of colours.
A harmonious blend of red, orange, and yellow.
The air is crisp.
The scent of spice lingers.
You can hint the crackling of fire in the distance.
It's that feeling.
Happiness.
You bask in the moment.
Autumn has arrived.
Angel in the DistanceAngel in the Distance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel in the distance.
I cried wanting to stay,
My past was approaching,
Travelling this way.
My future disappearing,
It was gone, I hadn't a single doubt
Thinking of pain and suffering.
I let a single cry out.
The Angel in the distance was here,
A glowing ball in the night
Ready to pull me up
Into the light,
They will call me a walking blasphemy.
I'm the angel who fell.
I chose the creatures of the Earth
Over my own Gods powerful spell,
I will be their foe,
Not to be trusted ever again,
But they will never know.
How I had walked the Earth.
But now with only one stop,
I was hauled through the golden gate
Dragged
Fallen Angel Part 1Fallen Angel Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been waiting for this day for 16 years. Today was the day when my path would be chosen for me. I had to be walking down the aisle in the Grand Cathedral at 2 o'clock for the ceremony. Everyone went through this on their 16th birthday. My siblings had all turned out to be White Wings, like our parents. They had all said that I would be a White Wing too. But inside I was worried. I was different from everyone else. I preferred to stay away from everyone and watch the mortals live their lives. Over the past month I had grown particularly fond of a group of men who performed music for their followers. I liked the music they played but every
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