Park of Dreams ReloadedPark Of DreamsPark of Dreams Reloaded7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
While walking through a park today,
I tripped upon a rock of gray,
then struck my head upon that stone
where I blacked out there all alone.
A dream soon took me to a place,
a crisp clear vision of your face,
your blue eyes shined their loving glow,
your golden hair was let to flow
upon bare shoulders naturally,
as it cascaded down on me.
You placed a soft hand to my face,
which caused my heart to pound and race.
You brought your breath so close to mine,
then whispered only one small line.
You said... "I Love You... yes I do,
I'll always be here just for you".
That forced my dreaming eyes to tear,
for suddenly I had no fear.
No fear of ever losing you,
the one I've searched for my life through.
The one so lovely, warm, and kind,
the one I thought I'd never find.
I tried to force my lips to move,
to say the words so I could prove,
that all held feelings deep inside,
are feelings that I cannot hide.
But words don't come so easily,
while deep within a dream you see,
The BreakupI went to see my babyThe Breakup6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "Hey honey how ya doing?
I know we been together a real long time but,
This, just aint doing it..
I wish it could be different
and I know you're hurt
But I seen it coming since..
That night under the stars..
And I've wanted to tell you
but I just didn't know
How bad it'd hurt you
Or where you'd go.."
I looked in her eyes and said
"Baby don't you cry
I'll be here for you til'
The day that you die
I wish it were different
but, I understand
I seen it coming since..
I don't know when
And I've wanted to tell you
But I just didn't know
If you still loved me
Or if you wanted to go"
walk in their shoesso you say life looks dim?walk in their shoes6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
what would you say, when you look at Him?
would you throw away a gift He gave you?
Did you think, that if you eliminated this one, life would start anew?
Take a glance at the life of others,
the ones that truly have nothing, no mothers
take a closer look, you have food and shelter,
do you really want to end it, cuz your the only one that hasn't felt her?
you have known love, wither from parents, or a friend,
know they will walk you, when you fall, to the end,
so you have crippled legs, and a broken heart,
Love will be your surgery, lets begin at the start
share with us your pain and sorrow,
and you will feel alive again tomorrow,
lets step off the ladder, walk off the bridge, hold my hand,
life may not be concrete, but its better than sand.
Moving OnI can feel your anger inside,Moving On6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but doesn't everone move on to hide,
they're hurt, and crushed, by you and your fuckin words
and as your actions lay waste to happiness, know she tried, but shes hurt,
I hope you know now of pain, because thats what shes feeling
so stop hurting yourself, in the end, its only skin your peeling,
STOP.THE.GAMES. AND SHOW
theres more to both of you than you know.
So you call that a fuckin heart?
because to me that looks like a ground up fuckin sweet tart,
this broken glass refects your heart, but look,
you can see thro, so tell me, how do you feel, for you?
So your telling me your drowning in misery?
Thats why we build boats to cross the sea,
come on, stand like a tree, right by me,
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The Llama PinataToday was the day of my cousins birthday party. Her name is Terrilynn, and she had just turned nine years old a few days before. I remember talking to her, she Terri said that she couldnt wait to have her party. The thing that she was looking forward to the most was the piñata.The Llama Pinata6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once all of friends arrived, the games got under way. It seemed like a typical party, the games included hide and seek, pin the tail on the donkey, there was even a water balloon fight. Meanwhile, Terris parents, Liz and Steve asked me if I could supervise the party for a few minutes, they had to go out and get the piñata. So I was left with the children, who wanted to do nothing but play games.
After Terrilynns parents came back, they had left the piñata in their minivan, and let us know that it was time for cake and ice-cream. It was the usual half sheet cake; colorful flowers decorated the sides of the cake, with pink frosting and fancy purple letters that spelled
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Cpt. Obvious walks into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweetdreams.Hot chocolate and counting sheep,Sweetdreams.8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
a few things that will help you sleep.
a kiss goodnight,
hmm not quite?
a warm caring Hug,
to keep you snug as a bug.
Its time to close your eyes,
to say your goodbyes.
CreativityCreativity, set me on fire.Creativity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me hanging on your last word and pull me so close.
I want to hear your wisdom; I want to breathe in every part of you.
I want to be kissed by your knowledge and learn to understand.
Just so I can stand on my own.
Be my pillar and lift me up for the world to see.
Show them my layers. Let me spill my colors.
Emotions reflected in a mirror image of all the parts of me.
I am glad to be blessed by you today and forever.
Creativity is my eternal treasure.
Never to give it up, sometimes sparked.
Sometimes fizzled. Always speaking to me in riddles.
Let me figure out the puzzles.
To make a work of Art.
Sweet noteThis is a sweet note, because we all need to know there are people out there that care for us and love us.Sweet note6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes its a hard thing to show.
Other times it cant be hidden.
When you're all alone,
when you think no-one cares,
when you close your eyes,
to try and stop the tears.
When the sunshine has gone,
when the rain comes down,
when you cant find a reason to smile,
please don't frown.
When all hope is lost,
when you think you cant be found,
when its all gone,
cant hear a sound.
Just remember I'm here,
just remember I care,
just call out my name,
and Ill be there.
Love you babe, I hope you have had a great day,
and if you haven't, I hope this helps your day get a little better.
America Has ForgottenWho died for me?America Has Forgotten7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This country is built on the idea that, "Someone died for me,"
So whose blood was spilled so I could be
Alive and breathing so restlessly?
Whose life was ended so that I could see
By the dawn's early light that I am free?
Free to what? Murder, rape, and steal?
Free to do to my content whatever I feel?
Free to what? Waste my life away?
This type of freedom is not okay.
Who died for me?
Are we talking Abraham Lincoln or Malcom X?
The freedom of living or the freedom of sex
Drugs and rock and roll?
This feels like a freedom that somebody stole!
Stole from whom? The homeless man.
The freedom fighter who made his stand.
Stole from whom? A single father
With a motherless daughter.
Who died for me?
This question shouldn't be so empty,
But apathy has made us blind.
"Who died?" is a greater truth we need to find.
It's time we dug deep inside
And answered the question...
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
Deviant Means LoveMany people think of "deviant",Deviant Means Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a bad, horrible thing,
But I know quite a few of them,
And that's not what I see
I see reflections in each one,
Of who I myself am,
And I have lost count,
Of how many who have helped me stand
To me, "deviant" means "love",
No matter what language you speak,
That's why we are all here,
Enjoying each others company
We discover new worlds,
And explore the same
We live to create,
We live to change
Some people feel that "deviants",
Should be shunned and abhorred,
And for those, I say a bleak future,
Is all they have in store
While none of us are perfect,
And God knows we disagree,
Everyone of us can thank a "deviant",
For saving our sanity
There is always a "deviant",
Online, who is free,
It makes no difference who you are,
Or where you may be
Millions upon millions,
Spread across the world,
Each and every one of us,
Into the creative fire hurled
I know that in my darkest moment,
Many "deviants" helped me stand tall,
They rescued me from the edge,
CreativityCreativityCreativity7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Always seems to happen when
Sleep is most needed.
Strangled BlueStrangled Blue3 years ago in Horror More Like This
We had been living with our mother since the war. Our father left first, three years before Mother, when Steven turned 7. We got news from the front sometimes, but often months would go by without hearing a word from him. When Steven turned ten, our mother left, too, wanting to put her skills as a nurse to work and help stop this madness. That's when my childhood ended. I was only 12.
Mother and Father met in Viridian City, many years before we invaded Johto. She was a Pokécenter attendant, he was a trainer. They were married within a year, and I came soon after. I can barely remember a time without Steven by my side, as he was born when I was two, barely out of diapers. We would often be rocked to sleep with tales of our dad's valiant adventures as a trainer, or (on nights when Steven picked the story) of tales of our father's romantic courtship of our mother. Steven loved our mother. Much more than I ever did.
I do remember the time when the war began; I had been 7. We had been livin
Buford"They're gone again Mom!" The distraught wail of my son wafted in through the still open door.Buford4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled my head and a load of flailing clothes out of the dryer. "Oh no, sweetie, you're kidding!" I followed the cold draft to the open door. Buford was standing at the bottom of the steps, tears welling up in his blue, seven-year-old eyes. He pointed to the spot where his Jack-o-Lantern used to sit.
My own heart sunk to the spidery frost formations on the steps. He was a timid kid, Buford. He was fiercely intelligent, and he took pride in his work, but he got discouraged easily.
His grin had been so unreserved last night when he had shown Bret and I the lop-sided cackle of his Jack-o-Lantern, his bright little face smudged with the orange-yellow juice and webs of pumpkin guts still trailing from his elbows and fingers. It had been a project of many hours of scooping and carving and even more drawing and redrawing the perfect face. It was his second one this year.
"You said it wo
SafetyPinsSafety Pins can fix the world,SafetyPins6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So come on everyone, lets give at a whirl,
Lets fix a nation, lets fix a heart,
Don't use ductape, come on, Be smart.
Best Friends~Best Friends~Best Friends7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Best friends; you and me
Everone's jealous of us
Such a perfect friendship
Tearing us apart is impossible
Friends forever; now and always
Real friends until the end
Inseparable since birth
Eventually we'll grow old together
Now we'll laugh and have fun
Doing what we always do best
See, cousins do make the best friends.
Fated Blossom, Just For YouBe free as you areFated Blossom, Just For You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The butterfly to the meadows of floras
Each one, you, given a destiny
A purpose of prosperous necessities
The meadow is boundless
Your flight is endless
Until you find who you are
Continue your journey
For the nectar, it, yearns for you
To pine for its treasures
Strive for it
For the desire, the flower
BecauseI want to hold you, kiss you, take all the pain away.Because5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And never let go.
Your warmth, your flesh, the touch of your skin,
these things I desire.
I desire you.
To feel your heart, your breath,
I'd do anything in my power
to make everything perfect for you.
Please let me try.