CryingCrying10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'
But I am so sick of Cryin'
Photobucket complaintDMCA Notice of Alleged Infringement ("Notice")Photobucket complaint6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
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insert link to the stolen work from Photobucket/wklej link do skopiowanej pracy na photobucket
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4. Include both of
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
HugMy arms are opened, waiting to greet you, to hold you tight, feel your heart beat next to mine. Let me give you a hug, let me lay a sweet embrace to free you, for a moment from this world, so you could be safe and loved.Hug8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Tell me about your day, I want to hear all your frustrations from this routine called life, share every detail, explain how you felt through the hours we were apart, tell me the stories, because you know I always want to know, you are my world and I will listen to you.
Give me your friendship, since its the foundation of our relation. I will help you grow and I will accept you for who you are. Let me be your shadow, fallowing your every step, I want you to know that you can depend on me.
Let me be your support when your skies are grey and everything is going wrong. I want to cheer you up, to kiss your pain away, to give you suggestions and be your guide when youre lost. I want you to know that I will always be there for you, to encourage and help.
Tommy and the Boys_prefacetoo_Constantly counting coins causes clever counters to prosper,Tommy and the Boys_prefacetoo_7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but advice is like beef, best taken with a grain of salt.
Clang, clang, clang go the machines on the assembly line.
They are Calvinists, destinies not their own.
A goes to Z and what do you get
always the same, the alphabet.
The factory boys go down to the bar,
And Tommy O Rourke, well he has a cigar.
And he sits and he drinks and he watches the game.
And hell do it tomorrow night just the same.
And tonight hell take a needle and stick it in his arm
To make the world stop hurting and give him some charm.
And Johnny, young Johnnys a real mans man.
And every day he comes up with a plan
to bag him a girl to go home with him.
So he has someone to be with when the lights go dim.
Everyone thinks he lives quite the life,
But he wants to kill himself cause he just wants a wife
And Stephen old Stephen he just sits in a chair
And all of the guys, they give him the stare.
They dont know why he goes out to t
Hidden Behind Masked BeautyHidden Behind Masked Beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cover my face in this gorgeous makeup
So that I may feel beautiful inside and out
She takes a tool with a beautiful color
And brushes it across her face
Just the slightest touch
And her face can be transformed
Into a beautiful work of art
Putting on this makeup
Has become a daily routine
And without it on
She feels as though
She is naked
It gives her a boost of self confidence
Without it on
She doesn't believe she is pretty
No matter what people say
She feels ugly without it
This makeup you see
Is a guardian unlike any other
It has become a mask
That hides her pain
And all of her insecurities
But in reality
Her natural beauty shines brighter
And all that truly matters
Is what's on the inside
Not the makeup of worldly beauty
The TempoA while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I dont know for sure that what he said was true, but today theres two particular seconds I cant seem to get off my mind.The Tempo7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I cant honestly say that he had much of a life outside of his work, at least not that I knew about. Of course you could see him out occasionally, maybe having lunch with friends or partners, and possibly every once in a while it would be a woman. But men like James simply did not have time for a personal life. Guys like him were driven to succeed, maybe by their own will or volit
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
Think Tank The lanky technician pushed open the door for me, and I stepped through into a room populated by ten large black pods. Each was about eight feet tall, with a four foot square base. Each had an array of tubes and wires emerging from the back, and had a computer terminal on the front, with two screens. One screen showed an infrared image of the pods occupants, with a bioscan readout. The other showed plain text.Think Tank7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
And this is where my father is? I asked, frowning at the pods. The technician nodded.
Luminary Marcent, you said, right? he said. I nodded, and he pointed at the pod second in from the left.
There he is.
I had difficulty reigning in my temper. My father had said he was going away for some time to join some big government think tank. I didnt realise that hed meant it quite so literally. I walked over to the te
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
My First KissThe moment was awkward and all was stillMy First Kiss8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed.
Our eyes met but I grew afraid
Quickly I blushed and looked the other way.
But he just smiled at me and took my hand
Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands.
And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear.
He looks at me like that and logic just disappears
I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake
Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake?
If not, I would have to say thats how it makes me feel
I have to sit down or I cannot deal
And he just laughs at me as he sets me down
Safely, I sit upon the ground
But hes still looking at me strange
Is my secret out? Does he feel the same way?
But what if he doesnt, I thought too much?
And theres no secret meaning behind his touch?
I hate it when I do that
Its the reason why I never did well at math
Maybe if I say somethingwhat is this?
He just touched my
What is alcoholism?What is alcoholism?5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Alcoholism is defined as alcohol seeking and consumption behaviour that is harmful. The hallmarks of this disorder are addiction to alcohol, inability to stop drinking, and repeated interpersonal, school or work-related problems that can be directly attributed to the use of alcohol. Alcoholism can have serious consequences, affecting an individual's health and personal life, as well as impacting society at large.
Alcohol dependence is a complex disorder that includes the social and interpersonal issues mentioned above, and also includes biological elements. These elements are related to tolerance and withdrawal, cognitive problems that include craving, and behavioural abnormalities including the impaired ability to stop drinking. Withdrawal is a term that refers to the symptoms that occur when a person dependent on a substance stops taking that substance for a period of time; withdrawal symptoms vary in type and severity depending on the substance, but alcohol withdrawal symptoms can i
The Fucking ItchMy mind is short-circuitedThe Fucking Itch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
intense and inane
this state of mine
resonant, and lacking reason
Insanity, I love you so...
denying any solid thought
forcing on me disillusion
killing every moral kept
I'll keep you in the darkest bind
slowly tear you with my mind
save you with my love, and then
fuck you up, my twisted friend
Self no longer innocent
poisoned deep with this scent
toxin burning far inside
demons ripping though time bide
Cutting myself with this lust
strangely feeling only trust
truly why I stare you down
unrelenting even 'til now
Call me lover, call me bitch
I'm gonna cure your fucking itch
and the only thing I'm going to say?
... singame. <3
LinesLines, pertaining to the previous linesLines6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The figments of our invention
Create the taste of love, as well as dissention
A feeling of opposition
Can make the most unpleasant disposition
While an inclination of determination
Yields no compilation however some exasperation
There are complexities, sans ecstasy
As well as a good that could, or rather should
All create the human condition
In which an over whelming superstition
Can poison all of our disposition
Thus ending this composition
DesireDo you knowDesire9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happens when
Yout thoughts become clouded,
Do you know...
What happens when
Your dreams become splashed
Can you feel...
What happens when
Your happyness is shadowed
With fear adn sadness?
Cant you feel...
That which you
Have bin missing
Which is found in me?
Even if you cant...
That which you
Have bin missing
Will always be here for you!
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
Don't TryDon't Try3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't try to save me
I promise you
It won't work
Don't try to help me
It'll be alright
All I need from you
Is to place it back
In my shaky fingers
And hold me while I bleed
Please don't try
To rescue me
Just help me
Make it hurt
I've been so cold
For much too long
I need some warmth
To feel it run down my arm
I say I don't need help
I can get myself out
But I can't without
A little silver help
I want to feel
Only two things
Blood and blades on my arm
And someones arms around me
Too bad I only
And I promise
It's not your arms