For youFor you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beautiful feeling that will never be erased,
Beloved blessing I will never give away
you came to save me in my moments of disarray,
now everything has fallen into place
Your golden heart,
you make me race,
but your hate would tear me apart.
Thank you for guarding my heart.
In these walls I made to keep us apart,
I apologize for such an insensitive ways in my part.
I hope you can forgive my insensitive faults.
Can you see?
You bring me to life,
looking into the skies,
your fascinating gray eyes,
my portals of light.
I live to see you smile,
My heart just stops for a while,
When those eyes shed a tear in just one second.
I cannot say how much it kills me.
Because I would never finish.
I am yours.
You are mine.
The greatest gift in this life of mine.
I cannot speak just what my heart is feeling,
It is not only my heart,
It is my soul, who trembles,
Every time we are apart.
But we are living more than we think.
Every time we make it over an obstacle,
Somewhere Over That Burning RainbowSomewhere Over That Burning Rainbow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my love,
What has happened to you?
Where is your smile?
Why do these tears,
Tears of great loss,
Stream down your cheeks?
Over these rigorous years,
You have matured so,
Been put through immense amounts of pain,
More than anyone should have to endure,
But nothing could stop these agonizing cries.
Let me mend your heart;
Spill all your troubles,
Everything that's crashed and burned,
As I stroke your hair,
Give your hand a reassuring squeeze,
And wipe those tears away,
While you wipe away mine.
Get up off that bed of yours
And quit sulking around;
Hold my hands,
And I'll grip yours
As we face this cruel world,
Leaving fear in the trail of dust behind us,
With our heads held high and proud,
Without a care in this scorching city around us.
Do not fear, my precious,
Your golden kingdom waits;
Gather up yourself,
And just keep your head held high
As you march like a broken-hearted solider
Down that marvelous yellow brick road,
Away from our boiling city,
For hope is coming on its way
The Memoir of a CosplayerThe Memoir of a CosplayerThe Memoir of a Cosplayer4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Growing up as a teen who harbored a passion for the Japanese culture, it's animations, music and art, I found a great liking towards cosplay and I struggled to make my parents realize my dreams of becoming a cosplayer. It was difficult explaining to my parents for the first time that I had wanted to attend an Anime Convention, to go to the different events held within it, it's panels and shops in the dealers room, but I finally convinced them that this is what I wanted to do, that this is something I wanted to experience and if I didn't enjoy it, then I didn't, but if I did, I did.
I may not be a widely recognized cosplayer, though I hope to one day make a name for myself in this community, and I thought that I could start by sharing my story. Not only sharing my struggles of becoming a cosplayer, but by sharing my experiences of becoming who I am today.
A good place to start would be at the very b
those handsthose hands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands, long, pale, and slender, never shook.
Those hands, that held the knitting,
held the knife,
those hands, that were strong forever,
those hands, that held mine tightly,
those hands, that clenched as we ran from the flames,
those hands shook
as my life
faded to black.
- Photographic ParadoX -- Photographic ParadoX -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
Finale 3Finale 33 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The heavens ablaze,
Massings of vapours kindled
by reflected light.
The distant cosmic furnace
sinks from sight, consumed by night.
Bleach: A New LifeBleach: A New lifeBleach: A New Life6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Positive
BAKANA!!! screamed Aizen as a combination of Ichigos Getsuga Tenshou, Rukias Tsugi no mai Hakuren, Nels Lanzador Verde, Renjis Hikōtsu Taihō, a barrage of Uryus arrows, Grimmjows Desgarrón and Chads El Directo screamed towards him.
Incredible was all Commander Yamato could say as the attack of many colors streaked across the sky of Karakura and headed for the maleficent man.
In his entire existence had Aizen ever shown true shock or fear. But now a blast of pure destructive energy was flying towards him and knew it was probabley the only thing that could destroy him. Sweat poured down from his brow, his hands shook furiously. So he fired every kido he knew yet they were merely engulfed into the attack. He used his bankais special ability yet that shattered against the attack. His eyes grew wide as it came closer and closer until finally it hit. Aize
in betweens -set of four-in betweens -set of four-10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere between the intake,
of calorie eight hundred and forty seven,
and nine hundred twenty two,
i had this un-categorized, salty thought.
but by the time i found a low carb pen,
i digested it.
in the midst of drags,
of cancer's pen,
and stained brown thought,
lie the tales of merry organs.
and with a warning i cough,
stories lost in smoky air.
winter gives me time to think,
with periods of waiting
for my auto to heat,
before i can be assimilated
on rounded rubber feet.
in between shots
of caramel friends,
stumble jokes that rip
through monotony and
it was during this time ,
a slurred slip
cost me her affections.