they cannot break us.they cannot break us.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars are out, the
moon is as bright as your eyes,
but I'm lost in them,
instead of the night.
You captivate me, darling
and all I want is
to kiss your lips, and
shout to the world that I love
you, and only you.
You tell me we can't
can't do this, not tonight, dear
too risky, too late,
too dangerous, but
baby, I don't care tonight.
Because, I want the
world to know that you
are mine, and I am all yours.
I want the world to
know that I love you
with all my heart, mind and soul
no matter what they
say about our lives.
They cannot break us, and I
refuse to let them.
.100TC. LiarI grin and laugh and joke, but do you see.100TC. Liar7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The deeper, darker things inside of me?
Of course you dont; you have no clue. I play
A game where all of that is hid away.
There is a certain thrill to all of this.
I am afraid that I just cant resist
To say: your kind and oh-so-helpful friend
Will stab you in the back before the end.
The funny thing about this game I play
Is that, when Im alone, all are away,
The game loses its charm and I become
The person that I hide from everyone.
Immersed in shadow; none to hold my hand.
Again I lie: Its nothing I cant stand.
butterfliesi compare myself to a helter-skelter; i go round and round in sinking circlesbutterflies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all you can say is you'll be delighted to ride me anytime.
you don't know
how i peel good dreams off my eyelids and press them in sticker books
for the days when every waking second is a nightmare,
or that the butterflies you gave me when we met
have laid eggs in my stomach lining and their larvae are eating me alive.
you want to take me to cheap hotels, well, i want to take you swimming in a river of headlights.
you wear my heart on your sleeve like a trophy; i hope a stranger will steal it and pin it to their chest instead.
these days, i am a star of tragic poetry and i run a hospital for injured happy endings.
Let Me Take You ThereLet Me Take You ThereLet Me Take You There8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can show you a world unlike any other,
We're young and restless but we can getaway together.
A better place waits for us on the other side,
Where the grass is greener and everything can be left behind.
We'll throw our lives away just so we won't be apart,
There's no turning back because you have stolen my heart.
We'll runaway from this disaster that they call a city,
To a place where we always imagined to be so pretty.
With your smile you can light up wherever we go,
I'll take you to a place that we will only know.
We can make this great escape if you just let me take you there,
So hold my hand, we'll be young forever without another care.
After tonight we'll finally be free,
There's no looking back, it's just going to be you and me.
By: Natalie Chow
To.seek.a.voice. IX: DepartureStunned by the loud dreadful soundTo.seek.a.voice. IX: Departure4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which skies and oceans brought...
He bowed in grief, in fear, in mourn,
Like one that had cushions in his throat
As the body lay afloat
Swatting in reveries & the smell of oaks
"My love, my joy, one of weary heart,
With sad eyes and humble poise,
Your face I see, as I sang mi' best."
Few sorrow did he had, but one of most doleful air
One which told adoration, of a virgin bride
Spoke of beauty, rage & love
"Calm my fear, milady, as I disappear,
One, I'll feel not just see
The swelling of her heart, as I leave "
. . I grief and in tears I say farwel to you my dear . . As I go onto a light through dark mazes, in a night, roaming my soul & you I seek, unable to speak with word and sa
midnight runnersYou whisper things in my ear.midnight runners4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You tell me be proud and have no fear.
You say be strong and believe in hope.
You say if we work together we can cope.
You tell me if I stay close and near,
that I'll have nothing to fear.
So I stay by your side and I never let you go.
You tell me if we hide and stay down low.
We might just make it there alive.
If we crawl and silently dive,
we won't get caught by the evil guards.
You say don't give up even though it's hard.
You tell me stay to with you and take a deep breath.
If we run we can make it before death.
You say don't be scared of the next part.
You say believe in myself and to listen to my heart.
You say don't ever look back just look ahead.
If we take it easy we won't arrive dead.
So I cling on and run forward in the dark.
I try to be silent and you light the spark.
I try to stay close and not to get lost.
I run ahead in the snow and the frost.
You hold me tight and keep me warm.
The cold long nights and the long frightening storms.
You tell m
I am a MouseI am a mouse.I am a Mouse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
Fuck you, Axel...No one would miss me...Fuck you, Axel8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thats not true!....I would.
Footsteps continued to echo through the ally.
DAMMIT! Do you hear me Roxas!?! I WOULD! I WOULD MISS YOU!!
It was rare...to hear such a desperate tone in Axel's voice, so pleading, so weak, it made the other freeze, liquid ice poured through his veins, making his body shutter, and it made him feel sick.
...Don't... Fists clenched tightly, blue eyes squeezed shut, and his body trembled.
...Don't say things like that to me...You wouldn't miss me, you couldn't. We have no hearts...
Bright emerald green eyes were pleading, hoping, begging....
....I would....I would miss you.
No. You wouldn't.
I'd miss you.
I'd miss you.
Axel, stop it.
I'd miss you, Roxas.
I'd miss you so much....
True love, at first sightTrue love, at first sight3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were the one
Right from the start
There isn't anyone
That could keep you from my heart
You make my tummy twist inside
I will walk down the entire path of destruction with you
And I'll enjoy the ride
Just because I walked it with you
I want to stay with you, right here
Every single year
And to get some good night's rest
I'll fall asleep on your chest
You can do no wrong
Because I love everything about you
And together we belong
This love is so true
Islam: A Religion of PeaceIslam: A Religion of Peace11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I felt that an editorial would be most suited for this topic. Let me begin by saying that the way Osama Bin Laden has stereotyped Islam is appalling. I have studied Islam for three years and I know it is a religion of peace and I am fascinated by it.
The prophet Muhammad of Arabia was himself protected by a Christian king of Abysinnia (Ethiopia) during his travels and often aided by Jews. Muhammad was a very understanding and forgiving man and was granted the name Al-Anin, "The trusted one". Muhammad knew Christians, Jews, and Pagans alike. He, in fact, spoke of Christians and Jews as people of the book, believers in the one true god. The Qur'an is very straight-forward in saying that Christians and Jews are believers, but that many went astray. What also may (and probably did) effect the writing of the Qur'an were the constant attempts to snuff out the faith and the attempted murders of Muhammad himself. When Muhammad's army entered Mecca in 630 A.D, he did not go after the Pa
So She Can Forget That--She knows the French for hummingbird and he can divide fractions in his head,So She Can Forget That--5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and none of it means a thing anymore.
She's pictureimperfect and happilyneverafter, and he's playing guardian angel.
She already knows all your secrets, and he's got too many of his own to have
space for any more.
She knows just how to take his heart to pieces, and he could shakeherapart
in the blink of an eye.
She's made a mess of him, and somehow he still can't look away.
She's unfamiliar to herself, but it's ok because she's learnt him off by heart,
stitchbysinglestitch, and he's happier not knowing.
She's clawing at her own skin to find buried silver, while he's happy enough
with not being able to get her off his mind.
She dances with the dark because she just can't tear herself a w a y; he
does it because if he doesn't, he knows he'll lose her to it.
She's slowly slippingthroughhisfingers and part
AloneI’m all aloneAlone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You’re far away
All I can hear,
Is the sound of me screaming your name
Here I am
All on my own
And all I can feel is
The warmth of your embrace
Where are you when
I need you the most?
Without you I just wonder around
Just like some pointless ghost
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, im not alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
Oh why can you just
Be with me tonight?
Here I am
Where am I?
There’s nothing left inside
And now I can’t see the light
I can’t, take this anymore!!
Where are you
When I need you the most?
Without you I just seem
To wonder around
Like some unwanted broken soul
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, I’m not alone…
Just say that I’m not alone…
When I close my eyes…
I see you upon a cloud..
Softly calling out to me…
And some where
I know that I
Will never truly be alone
Never be, alone…
real truths never foundΠουλιεσαι,για λιγο ξεχνιεσαι.real truths never found8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Λες πως ζεις κι ομως εχεις καιρο να νιωσεις ζωντανος.
Ανοιγεις τα ματια και δεν ειναι κανεις διπλα σου.
Λειπεις κι ομως εισαι παντα εδω.
Στορια στα παραθυρα σου.
maps don't give destinationsI stopped knowing how to respond to your twisted approach with pretty words when they made me listen with two ears, two lungs and a heart. It became habit to lose every sense except how to feel when I was near you. My fingers would form four legged spiders and reach across every expanse of your body. At times I would hold my hands up and you would hold yours. Without making skin converse with skin we still could feel every heartbeat, every breath, every future.maps don't give destinations5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My sister called us lovers in a dangerous time like that song we could never remember the name of. You said no, we're nothing like that. You said we're the cracks in the foundation, the stains in the carpet. We're all the things that will never go away, never fade. We're the connection no one expects, but the one that's impossible to create gaps in. When we are ten feet apart with a crowd setting the barrier,somehow it feels like we're holding hands with red ribbons attached to our wrists.
When we're lying under thin blanket
ANN News: Explosion in Shin AkibaANN News: Explosion in Shin Akiba9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
ANN News Desk
From Alliance News Desk on the Citadel
October 16, 2196
Explosion in Shin Akiba
by Amita Quita
SHIN AKIBA, ZAKERA WARD- An explosion followed by a foot chase that culminated in a brief hostage standoff rocked the peace of the Shin Akiba business district. The explosion of as of yet unknown origin destroyed a small apartment above the Wonders of Sol music store. Witnesses saw what they described as a middle aged human escape the blast and was chased on foot by C-Sec officers. The chase ended in a brief armed standoff near one of the district's many shuttle terminals. The standoff ended with the swift intervention of an unnamed Alliance officer and a human biotic. C-Sec then secured the scene and transported the suspect to the local C-Sec precinct for booking.
Sources close to the investigation told ANN that the suspect is connected to the attempt on Commander Thompson-Ramos a week ago in the Presidium. Doctors report tha
Let's Hate Age 11Let's Hate6 years ago in Other More Like This
We met in a room full of crowded people
who knew my name
they knew my face
and they knew things I didn't
Most people there knew his parents
and that was about it; the knowledg
How I hate her......How I hate her......11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dust
so..no more flirt flirt
only playing with dirty dirt
underneath her skirt
How I hate myself
More than all the girls you ever slept with.
than roadkills, wasps on icecream and pants I can't fit
you tell me you love me...alot..
almost as much as you loved her
everything I say
to feel this way
CrayonsLife is like a box of crayons.Crayons7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.
Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.
Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.
It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.
Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.
They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there's only one, or i