When the tongues touchWhen you lay in bedWhen the tongues touch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Face facing another
When you taste her morning breath
Her lungs to your lungs
From your lungs to hers
When you lay and seek
In eyes of her splendid sunrise
Searching her book of beauty
When you shakedown its pages
You shake further
When you see a blur for her face
Eye to eye
Transfixed you find your lover
When you revel in the heat
From the sheets
Made in the night past
When you move your hand further
Gliding her perfect template
She glides yours too
When you lean forward
Inches become thou
One skin from two
Desolateif you are parched tonight,Desolate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pale of your lips cracked
with thirst for that which
will not claim you;
if you hunger -
the deep and shallow collapsing
into slivered vibrations;
if blindness rejects you, says
no, watch now.
this is the way of it;
if you are breathing the world
into cinders, inhaling each poison
on purpose, striving
toward an apocalypse
because that is chaos
we can categorize,
then you may understand.
English Poems 2Drowning in DepressionEnglish Poems 29 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you tell she hides behind a mask?
One covered by giggles, smiles and laughs?
Can you tell she's the girl who always cries,
And makes up for it with all her lies?
She manages to smile,
When her heart screams to cry.
There are even days when she wishes to die.
She's the shy moon, hiding behind clouds
Keeping secrets hidden away.
She feels abandoned like a lost little dog
Wishing someone would just come along
Someone who'd like her, and just take her home,
Giving her love, giving her hope,
And helping her when her back's against the rope.
Maybe someday she'll have lots of fun,
And maybe, just maybe, you'll be the one
Who gets her to really laugh and really smile,
Even if it is for only a short while.
Waiting for her Love
She sits by the pond with a smile on her face,
Waiting for someone who'll make her heart race.
She looks around with a parasol in hand
Trying to find someone she can call her man.
With her eyes as blue as the cheongsam she wore,
Betrayed...I felt for you...Betrayed...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deeper than I felt for myself
I cared for you...
More than I could have believed possible
I let my guard down
Giving you my all
Wishing more than anything
To be yours mind and soul
But one minute
A mere second
Changed it all
Made me rethink my life
I loved you
I needed you
I felt complete
In your presence
This leaves me so confused
Makes me wonder if it's worth it...
If I deserve this at all...
Do I...really matter anymore?
I feel betrayed...
Nothing Is Perfect But LoveI was wondering through life looking for a purpose I thought I'd never find.Nothing Is Perfect But Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was thinking no one would care if I just disappeared.
I know life is not perfect.
I know sometimes it can be really hard...impossible.
Forgetting that a miracle could happen in my life, I was ready to give up.
Then there was you.
Like a light blindly shinning in the dark, you captured me.
You stole from me the one thing I didn't think I had anymore,
Love in my heart.
I am a better person today,
living, laughing, loving again.
If there are angels on earth,
You are definately one of them.
You saved my life.
Showed me who I really am
I love you.
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
NyxOf blackest night and shadowed dreams,Nyx3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
LolitaLolita11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sweet dreamer take a kiss
White roses with bloody tips
Hugged to your hips
Wrap yourself in coil
Lather and soak
Slither and stab
Circles in your eyes
She hides her feelings behind
Black lace and red lipstick
Clothed in a maiden of innocence
White roses cradled in her arms
Lover with a fatal heart
Took a leftover and created something new
Heartache for treasure
It isn't funny anymore
Sleep with a cross at your chest
Scare away the monsters you hate
With a misunderstood heart
Nobody ever knew
Her name was Lolita
She touched with white roses
Hiding her feelings behind broken glass
And rambling about the times
Life has made her the mistake
Sakura: RememberingShe opened her eyes as the sunlight peeked through her window and flooded over the sill, filling her room with brightness.Sakura: Remembering8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'...Why even get up today,' she thought as she pulled the covers up over her nose, 'it's not like before...'
Thoughts played past in her head- there was a bridge... a boy with blond hair grinned at her and waved, whilst another stood silently nearby, arms crossed. He only gave her the barest of smiles before he turned and walked away. And then suddenly, the blond-haired boy was gone as well, running as hard as he could after the second.
'Naruto... Sasuke-kun... Why did you both have to leave like that?'
You're only holding me back. I can't gain power in this village... I'm leaving.
I'm going to get stronger, Sakura-chan. And then... we'll bring back Sasuke together. I promise.
Sakura blinked back tears as she stared up at the ceiling. She'd made a promise too- she'd change as well. She'd become a kunoichi Konoha could be proud of. And not just
plastic hearts screaming.you sit beneath me in butter-cup trees,plastic hearts screaming.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life constructed out of paper boxes and
simple cardboard paper cranes,
you look up from the book in your hands
pages all melted together from the clam
of your delicate palms, eager to go from
chapter to chapter without so much as a
break to breathe in-between the melodies
of vampires and werewolves and love and
lust and life and death and beauty and the
fire blazing in the pads of your fingers
your heads tilts, a globe on its axis, and
words bubble at the bones of your back
and I smile and you smile and the whole
world smiles back at us like the sunshine
in the middle of winter, lighting up the
sky with rainbows forgotten in February
like puppies lost in the deep black sea
you open your mouth and a sigh sings
softly to my ears, like the pulley of an
old stone well in the midst if the Sahara,
ringing with the laughter of seven million
tiny little bells, like the happiness in your
eyes of molten gold and mud and beauty
so very rare, I wonder how it
My First DateNervously sitting in the theater chair,My First Date7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding my popcorn not knowing what else to do.
Sitting here, awkwardly looking beside me, at you.
I'm still new to this whole dating scene;
My stomach fills with butterflies...Or perhaps that's my spleen.
I never did well at anatomy; all I know is I'm scared
How do I act? How do I know if you care?
You look at me and smile in that side-way grin of yours
But I look away, bashful, and instead admire the floor.
Look at all the popcorn and trashwho cleaned?
When is the movie going to start? Oh wait, it's not even six-thirty.
Before the Real Story BeginsBEFORE THE REAL STORY BEGINSBefore the Real Story Begins9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once upon a time there was a boy.
He looked like an ordinary boy. He talked and walked like an ordinary boy. He went fishing with his father and chopped wood in the evening just as other boys did. His yellow hair was not unheard of, and his grey eyes not impossible for a boy to have.
One day the boy and his father left the little house in the woods, where he thought they had always lived, and always would. They walked a long time, until they passed out of the woods, and came to a place where the trees were far apart, and a smell of salt was in the air, and the boy could see the great grey sea filling the horizon. They came to a village, and found a little house close to it, on the top of a hill. Its windows were dark, and no smoke came from the chimney on the roof. The boy's father put a few coins in the hand of a man who stood nearby, and they went inside, and lit a fire, a
Soaring FreedomThe moon and stars gave a luminescent glow to the night sky.Soaring Freedom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crisp night air felt cool upon his face as he flew through it.
His hair flew back revealing his past, revealing his rise to fame.
On his broomstick he flew
Away from cares
Away from worries
He was free to roam the night skies, away from prying eyes.
This was the only time he was truly free.
The only time he could, himself be.
Love, Hate, Want, NeedSometimes I love you like a child.Love, Hate, Want, Need7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathing in your every word.
I couldnt fault you
Even if I tried.
Sometimes I hate you like a cynic.
Despairing in the silences.
I convince myself
I dont need you.
Sometimes I like you as a friend.
Jokes and taunts are all in good fun.
I dance with you
And have the time of my life.
Sometimes I want you like a whore.
Ripping at clothes,
Letting that heady feeling win me over.
Your kisses and touches
Take me away.
Sometimes I need you like a newborn.
Paralysed in the dark.
Im alone and unworthy
But I know you'll have me as I am.
A child, a cynic, a friend
When Im as fragile as an infant
Or when my desire turns to flames.
I know youll love me just for me
And thats the only thing I need,
For instead of falling backwards,
I fall safe into your arms.
Removing My HeartRemoving My Heart8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars are guardians of broken hearts,
Lonely lullaby scowling my dreams.
In the glittering horizon shores bleed,
Remove my heart; love gives me my last regret,
Nightmares in my dreams, exploring loves dementia.
Winter solitude in the misty morning,
Time is all the time, it takes to entwine.
A heart of blue cascading all this will fade,
All these words showering down upon silence.
Stepping over my heart, stepping stones are abandoned hearts.
I know you would have said it all before.
You had to go, I know you wouldnt if you could.
Stars are guardians of broken hearts,
I hear in my mind all of your words,
Lonely lullabies scowling dreams.
I hear in my mind all of your fave songs,
In the glittering horizon shores bleed,
I hear in my mind your voice becoming all voices.
Winter solitude in the misty morning,
I see in my mind everything reminding me of you.
::dew-borne::::dew-borne::4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning peeked through the branches and fog. A gentle glow crept across the stream as the last of its overflowing volume dove past rocks along its bed and around those that protruded above the surface. Besode it the green grass and leaves of bushes shuffled in a breeze. Stalks supporting blooming purple flowers swayed, their petals rustled, perhaps passing on gossip of the new arrival in the glade. On a branch nearby an owl watched the breathing form of a human from its perch.
The clouds had released her reluctantly on her descent with the last of the rain that connected the earth and sky. Still they clung to her in soft hair that lay around her head. Her skin had taken on the drying color of the earth beneath it, bronzed and lightened by her watery origin. There was a rumpled path between the plants, showing where she had rolled down the slope. Above her point of origin branches tilted, some broken, others just bent from breaking her fall.
She breathed involuntarily now, her chest nes
At War We MarchAt War We MarchAt War We March3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You enslaved us and imprisoned us.
Behind bars we stay to pay for our sins.
But what kind of a sin is freedom?
You took our freedom and bound is to prison.
But now we are the ones who are going to rise.
And we will face you head on and we will win.
The battle for freedom has begun.
And there is no turning back!
Be ready or you will fall.
Be ready or you will lose.
We rise and we fight.
Our day is coming.
The day of your downfall draws upon you.
A day that you know you can't escape.
There will be slaughter for the cost freedom.
A cost which is high for both sides of war.
A flag of hatred we carry but you are the ones who made it.
At war we march, at war for freedom.
The final stand draws upon this chained world.
So be ready because we are coming to take back our lives.
A wake of devastation calls upon your sin souls.
A threat to our foundation will be eradicated.
Defend our own existence from your evil's cruel persistence.
And if your spirits falter you face the devil's
LustA walk in the parkLust8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So lonesome and bare
Step after step
Wishing someone would care
She held a secret
One that cannot be told
It would bury deeper
Darkness it would unfold
Her tears meant nothing
She still felt the pain
Nothing could cleanse her
She needed to refrain
She couldn't utter a word
It had to be a lie
And when someone would ask her
She'd let the chance go by
Her footsteps loud in the silence
For she was all alone
The secret that she held
Chilled her to the bone
The memories came back to her
And she just screamed and wept
She saw him standing over her
Reminded that the secret must be kept
His hands went places
She should have fought harder
He forced himself onto her
She should have screamed louder
His scent stayed with her
She sees her clothes in disgust
The fact of what had drove him
Was not care and love but Lust
Alone she was in a park
With the secret on her
+ Little Blue Bottle +Sasuke hated his fangirls. He hated the way they chased him around, the way they yelled random confessions of their undying love, and the way they fought over what would never belong to them. It was a disgrace, for them to be cat fighting and chasing him when they could be training.+ Little Blue Bottle +9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But the morning when Sakura ran past him without a glance and tackled Naruto with a large hug, something inside of him jerked.
"Sakura-chan!" Naruto bellowed in his loud way, swaying on the spot to keep his balance. "Um... are you okay?"
Her large emerald eyes looked to him and glowed. Sasuke's normal scowl became deeper.
"Of coarse! I'm just... I dunno... In a really great mood!" She continued to cling to him, her smile wide.
"But, why are you hugging me?"
Despite himself, Sasuke couldn't help but wonder if Naruto had even heard of the word 'tact'.
Sakura pulled back and gave him a playful frown, raising a thin eyebrow. "Why? Don't you want a hug?"
Suddenly a bright expression crossed Naruto's face. "Of co
Original Story: PrologueI don't mean to brag, but I am apparently very good at faking my death. It's easy, really, if you're good at staying still for extended periods of time. It's even easier when the realization sinks in that if you move, if you blink, if you twitch, if you breathe, it could be the end of you; the real end.Original Story: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think the worst part was being carried. When you're being carried, you have to be even more careful; even if you stiffen up, they'll realize that there's a conscious being in their arms. It's tough. Hate to sound narcissistic, but I give myself props for making it. They're funny, the extents a man will go to not to die.
Taking in the smell of all the charred bodies nearly gave me away. I could have sworn I'd let my nose twitch in disgust once or twice. I guess no one noticed. And of course, I'd had my eyes closed, so I was lucky. When my eyes are open, I can't help it when they dart around. That would have damned me for sure.
They dropped me on my shoulder, and I flopped face d
True LoveTrue Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its true love
that i feel for you
everytime im near you
i swear my heart skips a beat
i want to spend
forever in your arms
i wouldnt rather be with anyone else
you help me when im down
your there no matter what
ive never felt this way before
i never want to loose what we have
i never knew what it was like to be in love and loved in return
until the day you walked in to my life
i love every moment i spend with you
i wish they'd last forever
your my speacial someone
and i'll always love you
you changed me for the best
i couldnt imagine being without you
your the best thing thats ever happened to me
never let me go
each and every day
i love you even more
your my everything
i cant stand being away from you
you mean everything to me
your my one true love
i think ive finally found
my mr. right
you have my heart