Without you Part 2They say you can truly only love onceWithout you Part 24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i say that bull shit is only a front
cuz every time i see you i love over and over again
these feelings always remain.
you're my everything you're my soul
you're worth the toll
you're my heart you're my beat
you knock me off my feet.
you give me a chill,
you give me thrill.
you give me a shock,
you are my rock.
when the sun rises you are my light,
when the sun sets you are my moonlight.
when the wind blows you are my wall,
when the silence comes you tell it all.
you are my soldier in the war,
you are my wings to help me soar,
you are my words to tell my story,
you are my king, this is to your glory.
I am your princess, you are my prince
i met you, i have not been the same since.
You hold my heart, the keeper to my love
you are the push to my shove.
i love you dearly never forget it,
you're my everything yet id never admit it.
everyday i pray to keep you near,
cuz I'm nothing without you here.
Bliss.Bliss.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am well aware we haven't been keeping in touch, I wrote this letter to you, not as a sign of wanting to stay in touch, but rather the opposite. It's a story I needed to tell you. Don't take it as a sign of forgiveness, quite the opposite. It is simply a informer to as where Devon and I have went over the years as a result of your " awesome" "parenting".
That's all that ever mattered to me. It's all that ever will matter to me. I did whatever it took to keep him alive. No matter the circumstances. Those days that task wasn't so easy.
He was only 22 but
His brown hair turned grey
His skin went white
His crooked teeth rotted.
He only vocalized to cough.
Devon Bliss was dying.
I have no job, we have food, we have no home. Homeless shelters are filled to capacity in this rat hole town, so Devon has no where to lie his head at night. Except for maybe my shoulder. But each day I seem to get smaller and smaller, thinner and thinner. I was afraid one day I'd disappe
Zodiac Poem-VirgoI am the maiden of Earth.Zodiac Poem-Virgo10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with innocence and purity.
Some may call me an angel.
With goodness in my heart,
And remorse for my sins.
But please don't be fooled by my appearance,
Behind my quiet shell lies much wisdom and truth.
I stand strong in my choices between good and evil.
In some cases I stand neutral,
Looking at both sides of the story,
I always think before I leap.
I am proud to represent,
All-powerful women from Greek time,
From Athena to Persephone.
My idols in any case.
Obviously there is more to this shy, passive woman than meets the eye.
For I am Virgo,
Dead InsideDead Inside9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the tears forming
Sitting in my eyes
But no matter what I think of
I can not cry
I feel drowsy
And am hardly awake
But no matter what I do
I can not fall asleep
I feel fatigued
And feel unstable when I walk
But no matter how uneasy I get
I don't want to eat
I feel depression setting in
That's causing this insanity
But no matter what is happening
I can't help my smiling
I'm slowly becoming numb
I feel dead inside
I feel as if my soul has left me
I'm just a body, acting on it's own
A smile on my face
With actual feelings unknown
I don't really care
What happens to me
I feel as if I'm already fading
My life is deafening
I'm already on the edge
What does it matter if I'm pushed
I'm walking past the rail
That earlier I broke
And I'm looking over the edge
Wondering if I should jump,
Because I've become numb
And I feel dead inside
I feel as if my soul has left me.
So why be alive?
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with ButterfliesButterflies...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In moments that we seize
They guide us with our heart and soul
Placing themselves in our memories
In days so dark we find them there
We feel them midst our pain
Guiding us to all tranquility
Till we are whole again
We see them in each golden day
They flutter strong and true
Each one more glorious than the next
Their colours a vivid hue
Our laughter guides each Butterfly
To peace and harmony
To place them amongst the flowers
To dance in reverie
Such gentle creatures as they fly
Their silence creating calm
We watch them with surprise and mirth
A cool and soothing balm
Butterflies are our gifts from God
To show us all the light
To guide us in our daily quest
Turning what is wrong to right
So next time you see a Butterfly
Treat this creature with your love
Filling all your memories with their beauty
As they flutter up above
100 reasons - HP over Twilight1. Harry Potter fans aren't vain and we don't base our favourite books depending on how "hot" the vampires and werewolves are.100 reasons - HP over Twilight5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. HP books are much better written and English teachers agree with this comment.
3. Stephen King hates Twilight and loves Harry Potter and we can all rely on Stephen King (Author of The Shining) to be a good critic.
4. Twilight may include beautiful romantic elements. However, Harry Potter includes many beautiful romances, lots of exhilerating adventures, action, magic...the list could go on.
5. There are many more layers to the plotline, story and genre of Harry Potter.
6. Even Cambridge graduates enjoy Harry Potter.
7. Harry Potter has an adult version as it is aimed at a wide variety of the population. Twilight is in the teenage section & the teenage section alone.
8. Harry Potter fans can spell and put forward a decent argument on these discussion groups, not like "omg rpattz is hot n stuff".
9. Robert Pattinson was Cedric before Edward and he looked and a
Winter WonderlandInnocent white floats from HeavenWinter Wonderland4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blessing Earth with Angel's Snow
Lit by lanterns in dimming night
Brushing us exquisitely
Take me in your arms and dance
Through clouds and clouds of chaste white snow
Twirl with me through fallen beauty,
Through feathers of love, graced from above.
Laugh with me and dance with me
As Angels smile down us
And as we turn to shelter, know
We're touched by Winter Wonderland
From Snow Villiers
Snow with his Shiva Motorcyle: Need a Lift birthday girl? ^_-
Celloyou delicately rub my stringsCello5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imagining the music within
tighter, looser, finding the perfect sound
that will make me sing
I feel your bow dance across me
releasing my soul
soft at first, ever so light
I'm dazzled by your touch
the need for more aches my body
and stiffens my wood
I resonate all that is you
as you fulfill my demand
you play me harder and faster
making such noise
as would make the gods jealous !
you've made me a fountain of notes
bursting in the air,
waxing and waning with your motion
I feel your every thought
as you pour yourself into me
the last note echoes for a moment longer
as you finish your song and cradle me in your arms
Rayn - PrologueRayn - Prologue7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
At the very peak of the Galandi Company stood a girl in her late teens, a furious wind made her light brown hair whip the air. Either side of her body, her hands dripped blood. Eyes, a deep red, stared out and watched the sunset in the distance. The wind's fury made her black and white striped shirt plaster itself against her angelic body and her blue jeans seemed barely able to keep themselves intact, ripped and torn everywhere, the soft skin of her legs was clearly visible through dead material.
Hold it right there! Shouted a male voice standing behind her, she smiled gently on the ledge of the building and with military precision, calculated the distance from her to the ground. Thought you could get away with this didnt you? the stranger spat, a bitter tang of humour edged in his voice, excited about the victory. What the hell is going on?"
The girl spoke with not one but two voices, the voice of an innocent girl and the other, the deep tone of a
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
Sweet LoveRomantic-Sweet Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're laying on the ground
gazing at the blue sky.
Lost in our scrutiny
Together we will never be lonsome
The vitue of the darkness,
made me desperately.
The stars enchanting me
Your heartbeat makes me mute.
Let's always stay like this way
Dazed is simply wonderfully.
We don't need any reason
Let our life behind us.
The paper forestThe paper forest8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paper forest
With the sound of wind,
Who cherishes his leafs,
And everything lights on,
And it's happiness.
But it's especially,
Not worth a penny.
The composite materials
Of a necessity.
But after the need,
There was cupidity.
The forest is not balancing any more,
The leafs fall from their own,
The flowers are not seen anymore,
The lower grass,
Is not still worth a penny.
Fear of Fire Chapter 9PATHETIC!Fear of Fire Chapter 97 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The word shot through his mind like a bullet. Sprx struggled to open his eyes and sit up.
YOU PATHETIC WEAKLINGS! The Evil Sprx screamed. YOU FOOL! Having concern for others safety makes you weak, and vulnerable!
Sprx noticed that the Evil Sprx was breathing hard. He also looked as if he was about to fall over. Sprx grinned.
Noticing his grin, the Evil Sprx clenched his fists and barred his teeth. Dont you dare get cocky, ILL TEAR THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!
Sprx grin started to fade but didnt disappear completely.
The evil Sprx screamed with rage and lunged at Sprx.
Sprx stood up and easily evaded the attack. What was that? I didnt hear you over my scream of terror. Sprx said sarcastically
The evil Sprx hit the ground and bounced back up with surprising speed for someone who was reaching their breaking point.
QUIET YOU INSOLENT, PATHETIC WEAKLING! The evil Sprx said and lunged again.
lies.chipped nailpolish and broken smileslies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are my only accomplishments.
wasting time, making it sigh and roll its
disorienting everyone's thoughts as i
stretch my tight-lipped words that
manage to squeeze through the larger
growing gaps of my teeth.
"no, the cat does not have my tongue,"
i respond. "it's been cut off by god's creation:
candor tends to slip in one ear and
out the other; that's your answer to why
i am always so lost looking.
you bound me by the throat and
demanded the truth,
but your hand burned to the touch and
your words turned to dust in the
The Worm CharmerThe Worm CharmerThe Worm Charmer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind blew warm and playfully as up the mountain path he climbed,
Slow his pace but steadily, with gentle thoughts upon his mind.
He hummed a tune of memories, all the joys and tears they bring,
Of dearest friends, of enemies - all bundled up and tied with string.
Up towards the top he trod, no need to rush, no need to worry,
The skylarks overhead called down the day will wait... no need to hurry.
Slightly stooped but surely strong, the years had washed his hair to grey,
Lines etched deeply on his face, but bright eyes danced and called to play.
The old man dressed in fur and feathers, clay pipe hanging from his pack,
Hat and boots of softest leathers, a mandolin upon his back.
The summit reached, the pack removed, the mandolin gently lain,
A gnarly hand to knotted brow he slowly scanned the broad terrain.
The image captured in his mind, a wistful sigh, a happy smile,
He settled down, took off his hat, found his pipe and smoked a while.
I Created the UniverseI created the Universe,I Created the Universe6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
said the homeless man,
for a small price I can prove it.
I dumped a finger
of coins into the tattered hat.
The tramp covered both
of his eyes with his wrinkled palms.
The Universe has disappeared.
I began to walk away,
incensed by my stupidity.
You impatient boy.
Eyes tightly closed, the tramp picks out
a copper amongst
and squeezed it between his fingers.
Was he hoping for more money?
He flipped his thumb and
the coin winked from its existence.
he pointed at a patch of sky
and a star clicked on.
He finally opened his eyes.
Thats pretty good eh?
He could have done that in many
ways, like sleight-of-hand
or an atmosphere covering
a star already-
present. He read the disbelief
on my reddened face.
He took his hat and tossed it up.
No coins came raining,
but until that moment I thought
the moon had been covered by clouds.
The biteHow does a man show his compassion to the woman he loves? Does he buy her flowers and a box of chocolates? Does he promise to make her dreams come true if only she’ll look at him with the eyes he looks at her with? Or is it the length the man will go to ensure that the woman is safe from harm?The bite1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
For these two men it was the latter, having put themselves in front of a horde of wolves in order to keep the woman they so dearly loved and their friends safe and alive. But while the two were badly damaged after the scuffle, none of them were prepared for the underlying monster that was created on that night. When the full moon would rise to show the beast that lurked within.
It was just past six on this particular night, as Daell sat comfortably on his couch for the night-in. He had his cell phone up to his ear, talking to one of his family members as he could lightly hear Jean rummaging through his room. The man had been irritable all day, which made for some tension between the two bro
Shining starOur love is like the starry night,Shining star4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the clouds it still shines bright.
Constant beauty; leaving me speechless every time.
I wouldn't change a thing about you, your mine.
Your my shining star high in the sky,
I love you; I have no reason to lie.
You give me hope, you give me dreams,
Sometimes my love for you is crazy it seems.
DetoxJustToRetox - 1It's pouring.DetoxJustToRetox - 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pouring, and gray. Fitting, I guess. Even the sky is sad to let me go.
I've made up my mind. Well, I guess it was official in the beginning, but I had told my self firmly that I was going to do it, and I would not back out.
No good byes, no notes, nothing. Just do it. Just end it.
I gazed out at the traffic whizzing by. I was on my toes, fidgeting as I watched the sign change into a red STOP hand.
I'm not honestly gonna do this, am I? I'm not really serious.
Walk into the traffic of a busy New York City corner, that is.
But I was very serious.
I had mapped it all out. When I was going to do to it.
I knew from the start. As a moron red a red light and almost killed me, right then and there. I knew it would be here, on this busy street. Where I would take my own life.
It was just a matter of random dates and times.
And I chose today.
Maybe its because there was no buzzing of an alarm in my ear. Just silence to greet me when I awoke. Maybe it was the empty house I met t
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Days with youI open my eyes with a smile every day,Days with you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As my thoughts run to you first my love.
I prepare myself for this day,
Like Another sweet dream, with you by my side.
And ever is you, I see standing in front my eyes,
My heart begins to smile, fly like the wings of a bird.
Each time I see you,
I wanna sink into your sky blue eyes,
Shining full of happiness and joys.
I wanna see your pretty sea blue hair,
So glittery shiny,like you always are.
I wanna be with you forever babe,
Look at your angel face,full of many joys.
Every time I'm with you,
You sprinkle magic all around,
Bloom smiles, wherever we go.
You pull me to play and dance,
Never let the fun end.
You make the world dance and sing,
Pull me into your fun rhythm.
You give me courage and hope,
Let everything be possible, when u and me together.
You paint the sky with stars and hearts,
Like it is a sweet dream, every time with you.
You always look me with your angel smile,
I cant stop, but fall in love with you babe.
The First TimeShe was older than me, more experienced. Much more. She had been with dozens of men in her time each of them coming away from her changed for the better and thankful for the pleasure of her company, and now it was my turn. I must have been the youngest with whom she had ever been; I can hardly imagine she could have been with younger.The First Time7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My Father, in his masculine wisdom, thought it high time his son should experience such joys and hone his skills like a proper, well rounded gentleman. He purchased her for me and set her up in my room, then left with Mother, who did not know, leaving me to discover her upon my return. I opened my door to find her leaning against my bed.
I must comment here on her beauty. She was exquisite. Even at that young age I could see she was unique in her loveliness. Also, that she was quite a bit older than me. I could only stand and marvel at her
waitingwaiting...waiting5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
waiting for someone to confirm that my beliefs
are neither foolish or naive.
waiting for someone to agree with me that to
love and be loved is a terrifyingly beautiful thing,
which holds the power to both create and destroy.
waiting for someone to prove my fears wrong,
to prove that i too, am capable of being lovable
waiting for someone to show me what stardust
and moonbeams taste like after dark.