Only the Good Die YoungTonight I leave youOnly the Good Die Young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In tears, in memory, in fear.
But I will always be with you
Wherever you go, hiding in the Shadows.
Please do not forget me
As I work my way to the Gates.
So far away, I know this.
But this is my unchangeable fate.
Do not seek Vengeance on my behalf,
It will only do more harm.
We'll be alright, in the end you'll see.
In time we'll meet again.
For Christ's sake and mine, do not worry.
Because only the good die young.
Only the great rise above the others
And pay the forbidden price.
I love you all, you are my family.
As the Fallen, we shall rise.
I'll remember you in my heart foREVer,
For I won't see you tonight.
The Rev - Untitled PoemIt's amazing that the world can keep spinningThe Rev - Untitled Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after you have left it.
We all saw the topic "Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan" and we all thought,
"What did he do this time?"
We continue to read the words,
"It is with great sadness and heavy hearts"
And our hearts also sink.
This could not be possible.
Of the five he seemed the most
First we think it could be a joke.
That the guys are messing with us, teasing us before the release of their new material.
Second, we are stunned, as are our bodies;
they quiver and our mouths hang open.
Overcome by the realization that this is no jest.
He is gone from this Earth.
Thirdly, we become either angry or
swollen with tears.
Our hearts plummet to our stomach, we hit things, we cry out, we vomit, we scream
Of the fourth, we become numb.
It's what creeps up our failing arms, our kicking legs
It's the pain in our throats from our tormented screams
It's the tears simply falling out and our useless hands that have no intention of wiping them
On a WindowsillI perch on your windowsillOn a Windowsill8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long after you've drifted asleep,
When dusk has drunk its fill.
I posture as gargoyle,
Church-pew silent and stone-carved still,
Made mortal only by an evening breeze
Rustling aimlessly through
This suburban zoo
Of children's bikes and tended trees;
And as I watch the moon, and you,
I pose of her, "My lady fair,
Are you really so jealous of my view
That you must sit so pale, so far,
So stubbornly aloof-
When I think both of us know
The view is better from my roof."
But the moon is firefly breathless,
As she glowers, restless,
And the stars are all aglow.
And the stars are all aglow.
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
Time To Heal..Time To Heal..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't think I was beautiful
No-one ever told me
and once they did
I never believed them.
My mind held me captive
in a place of denial.
Wanting to believe
but being afraid too.
A terrible place to be,
filled with insecurities
As I grew older,
my outside beauty faded
and my inner beauty shone,
but left me with many regrets
and precious moments lost.
Walking me backwards,
instead of forwards
My mind in a tangled mess
of what-ifs and maybe's.
A clouded sensation of
living, but being dead as well
So here I am stuck in today,
hoping for a better tomorrow
and wishing for my yesterdays.
I will not cry for I am strong,
yet too weak to move on.
To see the real me
and love myself for who I am.
Not for what the mirror shows
but what my heart should know..
The LoraxI bumped into somethingThe Lorax6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking down a street one day;
A furry little creature
It looked so tired, so worn
I asked if I could help it on its way.
It would not accept,
though it thanked me kindly.
For it was the Lorax,
And, as he told me;
"I speak for the trees-
The bears, the birds, the bees
For they have no tongues.
But you people plunder us of trees,
Of land, food and shelter
My bears and birds, homeless
Die slowly from lack of these.
So I send them away
But you notice not,
No matter what I say;
And the number of my charges
Grows less every day."
He sat, sighing tiredly
"You can help me after all-
I wish to lean against that tree-"
And pointed to a pole
That was very close to me.
I told him what it was
He sighed again
Called himself a dunce
Then said "Well, no matter.
It was a tree-once."
So I propped him up
And we said our goodbyes;
Then walked away sadly
As the Lorax quietly died.