4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
Rainbow by chigoJanuaryRainbow by chigo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am forced to grow up
Before my time
I get a little worse
Start to cry every night
I cling to old things
Try to turn back time
I start to write
An outlet for built-up emotion
I fall apart for real this time
Do things I now wish I hadnt
I staple up the gap in my chest
And begin hiding behind fake smiles
I retreat further behind my wall
Forgetting how to cry, laugh, or scream
I am caged
Trapped by my uselessness
I dont know what to do
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Ive snapped, it seems
Worse than before and oh so impossible to fix
I stumble upon something unexpected
A reunion, a confession, a promise
I start planning
Realizing that all is not lost
Though I am choking everyday
I am choking on rainbows
I swallow the be
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."65. Horror6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
44. Two RoadsTwo roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.44. Two Roads6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.5. Dreams6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
Is Love What Love Is?Love is a multicolored thingIs Love What Love Is?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with black and blue and shades of gray
It knocks us down when we feel tall
Rips out our hearts, feels nothing at all
Love keeps us going forever strong
Always tells us when we're wrong
To heights above makes our hearts soar
Stabs with pain like never before
Love promises to heal our soul
Return our hearts-black as coal
It keeps us warm like the sun
Kills us quietly with a gun
Love cannot be trusted, its never there
It's a house for sale. with the sign "Beware"
Traps us in a web of lies
Muffles our scream, stifles our cries
Love is a child sweet smile of hope
The only thing that helps me cope
For only in their smile I see
The world I want for you and me.
Universal Symbol, Poem 14Universal SymbolUniversal Symbol, Poem 146 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A universal symbol,
yet just a tiny arc.
Welded into each of us,
unable to be torn apart.
You see it almost everywhere,
on yellow circles and on faces.
Its existed throughout all of time,
and is a part of all the races.
Its a symbol meaning happiness,
that one is expressing joy.
The truth behind cannot be faked,
or used simply as a ploy.
Its not just used in pleasant times.
Sometimes its use is mischievous.
For those who take pleasure out of pain,
its a sign that they are devious.
No matter what the connection,
whether its pleasant or its vile,
this universal symbol,
is simply just a smile.
loving armswith arms open wide,loving arms6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are always by my side.
from beginning to the end,
you can always be my friend.
love may be a word to 'strong'
as others may say.
but in the end,
who of them, has stayed?
the feelings i feel for you,
are too much to ignore,
you, my dearest love, my only treasure,
are the one, the only one, who i shall ever adore.
95. Advertisment"Heart for Sale," the ad shouted. "Complete with baggage. In need of serious repair," it screamed.95. Advertisment6 years ago in General More Like This
I'm sure with that type of advertising, his heart would never be wanted. I mean, who would want to love a heart in such dire disrepair?
Evidently me because, for some reason, this is one advertisment I'm going for.
TearsOnce, there was a childTears6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who didn't know which way to turn
She just sat there staring
watching her village burn.
She didn't run from the fire
Why should she run?
She was watching her people die
Soldiers killing them for fun.
She didn't scream like the others,
or even run for her life
She didn't grab something to defend herself
too filled with strive
She just sat there in silence
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Watching the soldiers kill her people
Hidden behind a pile of old bricks
She could not scream
She could not run
She could not cry
She could only wait to live,
or even to die
The fire was burning nearer and she knew she should run
Either be seen by the soldiers
or burn like the sun
But she never moved from that place
Fear and sorrow in her heart
The fire soon reached her
Burning her body and soul apart
She didn't feel any pain
Her final tear dropping on the floor
And then darkness finally took her
And she felt no more...
Pen+PaperYou wrote it down,Pen+Paper6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With pen and paper.
Written on a single letter.
You leave me wondering,
What will I do?
You leave me frozen,
Where do I go?
Youve caught me now,
With that burning letter.
Youve scared me now,
With such a terror.
You dont know how,
Im beginning to crumble.
Youve trap me in,
Your words, such a jumble
You leave me here,
With nothing left.
You leave me lost,
By your loving theft.
Beautiful Life, Dangerous GameBeautiful Life, Dangerous GameBeautiful Life, Dangerous Game6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Viewtiful Joe (vs. Another Joe)
Original lyrics by Joseph Blanchette
If you are blind to the demons that you have inside,
Then they will erupt and consume your soul.
Controlling this life, in fear of it all the time,
Waiting for the day that it all is mine.
Hate is the driving force that consumes me
But you cannot change me, so dont try.
My world to me is everything.
If you are blind to why this world is beautiful,
You just have to see it through eyes like mine.
Loving this life, living it day by day,
But moving so fast that I slow down time.
Truth is the driving force that consumes me
But you cannot change me, so dont try.
My world to me is everything.
Forbidden LoveDo you not dare to look me in the eye anymore?Forbidden Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you deny everything that you've said?
Do you deny every feeling we've had?
Would you rather it have been a lie?
Is this about your friends?
Is this about what they'll say?
Is this about what they think?
Would you rather it they didn't judge?
Are you thinking about your image?
Are you thinking about your reputation?
Are you thinking of everyone else but you?
Would you rather it everyone didn't care anymore?
Do you refuse the truth?
Is this because it hurts?
Are you thinking of me anymore?
Would you rather have me gone from your life?
73. I.Can't by firegirl24I. Can't.73. I.Can't by firegirl245 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mischief Managed"What's wrong with this thing?! I'm doing this spell right, aren't I?!"Mischief Managed6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Shut UP, Nia."
"But, it's not WORKING."
"That's because you're not using the right spell. It doesn't even take a spell."
"What do you mean?"
"Hand it over."
"...Fine," the first year Ravenclaw mumbled, passing the blank parchment to the older student. "Just make it work, Onix."
"Watch closely, Nia..." the fifth year Ravenclaw student said, pulling her wand out.
"What are you doing, Onix?"
"Just watch." The older girl set the tip of her wand on the folded blank parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Words began to appear on the parchment.
"What is it, Onix?"
The older girl grinned down at her younger friend. "It's the Marauders' Map."
"Oh forget it. Let's just get where we're going already."
Onix sighed and set her wand back on the blank parchment. "Mischief managed."