LifeTake things at your own pace when youLife6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
realize you're really staring deep into
the face of death. The hardest thing
to grasp is this death isn't wearing
a mask, but your face.
This is a shock we must all go through
alone before we get another voice through
the phone. Mortality is the wind that whispers
change and hugs you tight like a friend
on a lovely summer day or lonely winter night.
To feel the warmth of the flame of life
is to know the wonder of nature. To
cherish the wax melting from the candle
is to cherish those grand memories of your
life. There will be days when the wax is
picturesque and others a rude gothic statue.
You can hardly suggest the candle is you.
Just know that all that is natural is beautiful
and that includes you...Naturally. One last
thing before you get back to what you were
doing--someone smiled at your birth with
tears of joy, someone smiles as you start
each day, and on that first one where you
do not rise with the sun...
Someone will smile for all the memo
The Man With the KeyIt's an oddly wonderful thing,The Man With the Key6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing outside, glancing
at the moon, feeling an odd kinship.
Unlike the planets which orbit
the sun, the Moon sits so still,
left to follow no one.
It shines a light which it borrows
from the stars and Sun, if only
it could be understood by everyone,
perhaps they could understand you.
Come to appreciate all your phases,
and why you remain as the world passes you by.
Now you stand, half alight, half in shade,
warm at your core, but shivering at the
surface. The wind which causes the trees
to whisper about you, reveals how open
you are to the world. But to seek cover
means to hide yourself from the Moon.
The wind's picking up, the trees are
laughing at you now. You feel their
skin, coarse and cracked, it is not
your own. Once so at peace with this
place you look around and see yourself
surrounded by alien beings. Alone.
You run along the path, looking for
your partner. You feel the rocks, but
they are worn like old sandpaper, they
too are not your kind.
Please ListenPlease ListenPlease Listen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for these are the words
I wished I could tell you--
in the moments of silence
when you called me today.
please Hang on
to what's left of the cords
now breaking that once held you--
in the moments of struggling,
trust help IS on the way.
Please break free,
and tear away the boards
that seemed meant to trap you--
in your moments of weakness
say what you must say--it's okay.
Think of me,
and repeat these few words
that I'll always say to you--
You're like my family, and
my heart hurts, to see you this way.
Think of you,
for once, just as I do,
smart, caring and beautiful too--
In these minutes of silence
I cry, wishing to pray your pain away.
Think of this,
though it is not meant to hurt you,
the light of my day left, when I
felt your fear, when I heard
your cry for help. I hope I did.
and don't forget these words,
because the thing they're meant to do--
In these moments of silence
is say--my love for you will never go away.
Bring Dreams To LifeWith each new day it seemsBring Dreams To Life6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I live my life in dreams.
My feelings reach extremes--
highs and lows, laughs and tears,
so when will my life get in gear?
I use my voice to tell you how I feel.
I use my words to show you what is real.
So does that mean it's up to me
to make my dreams come true?
More and more I'm seen living
my life through the movie screen.
All the tears I shed when their
dreams go bad, all the laughs
I've had? Is it all just fantasy?
I'm sick of feeling alone when
the movie ends and the credits roll.
If it's gonna be me there someday
I'm gonna have to take an active role.
I'm gonna get off the couch.
I'm gonna head out the door.
I'm getting out to the world.
I won't sit at home anymore.
I'm gonna be a rock singer,
I'm gonna get my words on paper.
Whatever is meant for me,
I'm gonna bring my dreams to life.
In the LamplightIn the LamplightIn the Lamplight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People observe changes, in varying
degrees and complexities: Whether
its the movement of clouds in the sky,
the sliding shadow at their feet,
the changing filaments of light
as the day becomes the night, but
it's all the more acute when you're alone.
Sitting on a bench in the silent
darkness, looking up in vain at
a starless sky, fighting desperately
to keep that tear from your eye,
the only thing that dares shed a
light of hope is a lamp, which
illuminates you like a searchlight.
What message is it really trying
to convey? Here sits a solitary soul
who has lost their way? Hear lies
a heart in tumult destined for dismay?
Does it try to beckon people to you,
or shoo them all away? What, then,
orange lamplight are you trying to say?
Still, it's hard to leave the silent
partner, for on either side waits
shadows, darkness, and uncertainty.
At least here you have an identity,
and a thing to bear it witness, that
you might matter to something in the world.
Is this what you t
My Sadness the ArtistMy sadness paints a portrait with watercolours.My Sadness the Artist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tears strike the paper mixing together,
until eventually memories take shape. One
is a love which I willingly left behind,
one was a painful memory, one of a kind.
My sadness is such a beautiful artist.
My eldest love looks beautifully real,
the words my painful thought evokes echo
with me still. I'd say it was a professional,
except that it can't ever give ME form.
As I look through their folder, the artist
that is sadness paints me different each time.
Once as a chivalric knight, then as a brooding
gentleman, then as a hopeless romantic, but
as I look again, I'm sadder with each new me.
Lately it seems sadness has reached a
blue period and it paints with surrealism:
Here a boy with no arms, then no legs, then
no eyes, then no hands...The latest drawing
has a hole in the chest. The heart is missing.
Now my sadness draws once more, as I look
in the mirror. The artist details the tile
floor, the bathroom sink, the exit door,
so that yo
Japanese Lesson 2-3: NumbersJapanese Lesson 2-3 （日本語レッソン２-３): Numbers 1~31 （数字）Japanese Lesson 2-3: Numbers6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . Those three numbers start the infinite trail of numbers. In this lesson, we will learn about how to say the numbers in Japanese. At the conclusion of this lesson, we will answer little questions that some deviants have about lesson 2-2, on days of the week, and months.
始めましょう。(Let us begin.)
The Basic Numbers 1~10:
1. 一 (ichi) ------> one
2. 二 (ni) ------> two
3. 三 (san) ------> three
4. 四 (yon/shi) ------> four
*It does not matter which way you say it, yon or shi.
5. 五(go) ------> five
6. 六 (roku) ------> six
7. 七 (nana/shichi) ------> seven
*It does not matter which way you say it, nana or shichi.
8. 八 (hachi) ------> eight
9. 九 (ku) ------> nine
"Board" with GamesWhat do you do"Board" with Games7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when everyone is looking at you
like your face is a rubix cube,
and any attempts to understand
end in frustration because they
can't line up all the colors right?
What do you do,
when everyone is taking from you,
just nipping at the edges like
a Jenga tower, keeping what
they like and leaving the others
for someone else to care for?
Why does everyone blame you
when the tower you built finally falls?
What do you do,
When everyone is asking of you,
just shaking you up inside,
as if you're a magic eight ball.
And when you tell them to "Ask again Later",
why is it they only shake harder
until you finally give them the
answer they're looking for?
Why is it when you're true to yourself,
you're always left saying "Sorry" while
you hope that everyone could get a "Clue",
and stop assuming they have a "Monopoly"
on that person that is really you.
I couldn't blame you if these games
leave you bored.
What do you do,
when it feels like your friends are playing
"Guess Who" while you'r
The Forest of MemoriesWhile in the world of fear, little starsThe Forest of Memories7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shine summing your hopes and dreams.
The cold breeze of change rustles the
leaves of the forest of memories.
Though you can see trees in each
direction, those alive grow eerie
in darkness. While some shed their
leaves, those memories which you'd
like to forget, other trees are dead.
Normally the moonlight would warm
your heart, but now the shadows
it casts surround and capture you.
You run from it like a criminal breaking
from jail. All the criticisms past rush
at you like bloodhounds hot on your trail.
The fallen leaves obscure roots which
trip you as you run, you fall in mud
fed by tears. Is this how you're viewed
by everyone? Soaked and shivering,
you wonder if you'll live to see the sun.
But the natural bridge across your river
of emotions is almost near, and the warmth
of home is found not too far from here.
Inside you'll start the fireplace and there
you'll also find a bed to rest your troubled mind.
Safe inside the walls of hom
SpringI long for the days of Spring..Spring6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gush for the songs birds sing..
I yearn for the leaves so green,
And a sun high in a clear blue sky.
Call me out to walk, I will follow.
I miss the feel of the morning dew.
Twinkling with sunrise, seems all for you.
No offense to the blankets of snow,
but my heart wishes the first spring
buds to show--promising grand flowers.
I miss a high noon breeze. How it
felt in youth to talk to me as I
sat on the bench in recess, the
rustling leaves like gossiping kids.
The days when I felt we had a rapport.
I remember days when I would ask questions
and the wind would be the translator
between my God and me. It was a simple
system, but it filled my cup spiritually.
These dear memories are what Spring means to me.
You're Heavenly To MeI had to spend a couple nights--without you,You're Heavenly To Me7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
counting ev'ry second you were gone.
Got to thinkin' bout all the things i liked--about you,
And I found myself singing you a song.
Well it's all I've got to make me smile
while you're--gone away
If I could see you now for just a while
I think that I would say:
You're a little piece of Heaven
To my heart. You're that lucky number
seven, you're the perfect work of art.
And to think that you could love me,
well it nearly makes me cry. And
though I know I can't speak for you,
I'm sure you would agree, I truly
do adore you--you're heavenly to me.
I meant to write a couple words--about you,
but I never knew I had so much to say.
If there's anyone who has a cause--to doubt you
I think that I could turn those doubts away.
Well it's all that I can do for you
while you're--here with me,
To love, and hug, and compliment you
You know just what I'd say?
Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
a window opena window opena window open8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
The origin of the lamby lamby dance(gravity falls)The origin of the lamby lamby dance(gravity falls)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ORIGIN OF THE LAMBY LAMBY DANCE AND HOW DIPPER LEARNED IT.
Once upon a time a sheep decided to embarrass all the lambs by dancing an embarrassing dance
the lambs turned the tables and liked the dance and now it is called the lamby lamby dance
one day, when dipper was about 6, Mr. and Mrs. pines took dipper and Mabel to the country side, where they saw the lambs dancing the lamby lamby dance, dipper, being 6, thought it was fun and copied it, Mrs. pines thought it was adorable and put him in a lamby costume and made him practise it, EVERY DAY.
until he went to gravity falls, the end.
This Hole is My HeartThe night has many faces.This Hole is My Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon which is white with age,
the stars which sparkle with exuberance,
the trees which sway with youthful melancholy,
and the shadows, who like miscreants cause mischief.
So why is it, at night they all seem to watch you?
The night has many voices--
the moon which comforts and calms,
the stars which gossip and giggle,
the trees which sigh with the wind,
and the mute shadows, which speak through
the creatures they hide. How is it when
you walk alone, they all seem to be talking about you?
The shadows gather around like a gawking crowd,
the moon shines her light, trying to scare them off,
but the stars sparkle like the flash of a camera,
"This will be good for next year's magazine." They say.
That's when it's good to have someone there with you,
that's when it's good to have someone to share it with.
But now I have no one. Why is it
Moon that I cannot bear to look upon you?
Why is it stars that you must taunt me in your groups?
Why is it trees that you offer
s o u n dThe lights pouring downs o u n d6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your heart starts to pound
as you thread your way through the crowd
A few new faces
in familiar places
that you spot through the smoke ridden cloud
The mood seems to soar
as you reach the dance floor
and the speakers waves pump through your veins
You let your hips sway
chase your troubles away
till the music is all that remains
The sound of noise
when the audio boys
start playing your favorite song
You move to the beat
and shuffle your feet
and the notes at your side dance along.
They spin you around
as you step to the sound,
thats pounding in your heart
Lose yourself in the dance
like a gripping romance
cause your every move is an art.
Stained.My hands are stained with inkStained.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Uncleansed by any sink
Reminding me of words I meant to say
And this permanent reminder
Of words never spoken kinder
Has me begging to articulate those words I must convey
But my hands are stained with black
And all the confidence I lack
Though I try to wash them clean of this display
The words remain the same
Declaring love I can't proclaim
So I shut off all the sinks and bow my head in my shamed dismay
dreamingI always see you smiledreaming6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once youve drifted off to sleep
Curling close and cuddling up
Your breath comes slow and deep
I watch you close and smile soft
Pushing back your hair
Wondering what youre dreaming of
And wishing I was there
Your dreams are all your own
Your special secrets you can keep
And even I know nothing of
Your world when youre asleep
You feel my gaze and stir in slight
Your eyelids start to flutter
You seem to be put back at ease
By the soft comforts I mutter.
I lay back on my pillow
And whisper my Good night.
I love you more than life itself
Sweet dreams, my love. Sleep tight.
StayHoneyed whispers,Stay7 years ago in Open More Like This
sweet and sickly
noxiously, addictively smothering.
would be swimming through
Roughly tender hands
tie me down by my heartstrings;
tame me and change me
until there's nothing to go back to.
Growing Around - Episodes - Baby Tooth[Scene: Timmy is driving Robert and Linda in the family car. He drives semi-wrecklessly, but compared to Sally he could be a professional]Growing Around - Episodes - Baby Tooth7 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Robert: If you drive like this, we're going to be late.
Timmy: I think the doctor can wait.
Robert: I... really don't think so. I've really got to get my eyes checked.
Timmy: Well, if you really think that this is that important, next time I can get Sally to drive you.
Linda: No, no! That won't be necessary! [She whispers in Robert's ear] If Sally was driving us, you would need more than a doctor. Besides I'm sure we'll make it there soon enough.
Timmy: Hey! Look, it's the park! [Turns the wheel] Come on guys, it's a bright, beautiful day, let's have some fun!
[Timmy jumps out of the car and dashes the park]
Robert: Ugh... I'm going to lose my sight by the time we get the doctor.
Linda: Let's not worry about it. Timmy wants to have some fun, so let's have some fun.
[Linda exits the vehicle]
Robert: The joys of youth...
[Scene: they're at the basebal
Bottom Bitch BradleyBottom Bitch Bradley5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Don't read this if you havent seen the Butters Bottom Bitch episode! Go to South Park Studios and watch it there first!
Kyle, fed up, snatched Bradley away from his cold spot in the woods by the school, forcefully yanking him by the arm. Ignoring his protests, Kyle pulled him to a nearby stream, turned to look at Bradley, and gritted his teeth.
Bradley was certainly a sight. Seems Butter's "bitches" had been spending a lot of time with "her". "Brandy" was all dolled up, in only the finest of skanky skirts, the cutest little tube top, a small open winter jacket reaching only to the top of "her" stomach, fishnet stockings, and some uncomfortable looking knee-high boots. Kyle couldn't tell if the blush was natural or fake, but the dark blue eye shadow with gold sparkles added looked hideous framing Bradley's scarlet eyes. His hair, straightened, mostly, and pulled back into two small pigtails, did nothing to hide his frost nipped ears.
"Bradley, what the hell do you th
Hot, Strong and SweetHot, Strong and Sweet6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hot, Strong and Sweet
She spotted him approaching her table and automatically reached for the spoon lying on the checkered tablecloth to check her reflection, but caught herself. Were not together anymore, she thought reproachfully. Give it up. Move on. And for Gods sake stop trying to impress him!
His trip from the kitchens to her table seemed to take an eternity, and as he walked her eyes travelled helplessly up and down his lean, muscled body. They could not help but linger on his lips, those lips which she had kissed so often.
When he finally arrived at her table, he shuffled his feet and avoided her eyes by looking down at his notepad, holding it up in front of his pen which was poised to scribble her order. He asked her what she would like to drink, still not looking at her.
A coffee, please, she said, trying to keep her voice as smooth and emotionless as possible.
He wrote it down and started to move away.
Wait! she exclaimed, an
unrestWhat about all of the ghosts you have left behindunrest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Painting, staining all of the walls inside of my mind
Leaving me so unrest
Stealing my every breath
Your words like spiders crawl on me
Picking away at my flesh
What about all of the promises resonating
Bared like a mark that is never fading
Screaming inside so unrest
Suffocating these lungs collapse
Your lies like spiders crawl on me
Picking away at my flesh
This is the nightmare you have left me with
Blackening the sunlight in my life
I always remain unrest
With your blade stabbed into my chest
Your dreams like spiders die on me
Decaying with my flesh