This PoemThis poemThis Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
Happy birthday EdwardEdward walks into Barnes and Noble on his 107th birthday, looking totally hot as usual. He is wearing a white shirt and black jeans that look amazing with his white skin and bronze hair. His eyes are gold and surrounded by dark, purple shadows but he still looks amazing.Happy birthday Edward7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Edward walks to the New Release section to pick up a copy of the book The Host. He goes over to the shelf and stands next to a twilight fangirl with short, blond hair and blue eyes who is looking at The Host too and is quite peeved because she bought her copy for seventeen dollars at Target and the ones in front of her are fourteen.
The blond haired girl looks over at Edward, looks back at the book, and then back over at Edward. He looks down at her and smiles his amazing, crooked smile which almost makes her swoon. She is dazzled. Thats when she realizes, its Edward Cullen!!!
Fangirl: Oh my Cullen!!! Oh my CULLEN!!! OH MY CULLEN!!! Youre Edward Cullen!!! *Screams* Im talking to Edward Cullen!!!
imitating lifeif it's too brokeimitating life7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
don't fix it
pick apart the problems
put the pieces on exhibit
see, my pen breathes & bleeds
because my heart beats too afraid
mistakes made into art
in an attempt to trick my trade
a steady fade away from focus
on the flaws that frame this feeling
fact lacks the impact that makes
fiction so appealing
and an admission's less revealing
(w)rapped in a rhymer's guise
private parts don't rank so major
when they've been generalized
All diameters specified,
and written compositions
from those passed who testified
Limbs encased, and set aside
Windows to the hell inside,
The clash of when my pen collides
Among bass lines of hearts beating
Diseased seedlings dreaming
Screaming poems from tree leaf
doused in pen ink that compose
a foes defeating.
Clear and vivid harmful images,
enthroned in tablets depicted
in words fallen slowly
from my sickened grips
deadly when in melody
released in increments
Mi unico apoyo es...Era algo extraño, o quizás, más que extraño, desagradable Esa única amistad que traía consigo.Mi unico apoyo es...6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gina se recostó en su cama profiriendo una fuerte exhalación. No había sido un buen día para ella. Más bien, ningún día era bueno para ella. Pero este se ameritaba ser el peor.
Escuchó a alguien tocar la puerta de su habitación y tardó unos segundos en decidir abrirla. Tan solo esperaba que no fuera su horrenda tía, pero, para su gran alivio, descubrió que solo se trataba de Max.
Lo hizo entrar sonriéndole apagadamente y fue de nuevo a su cama para refugiarse entre las colchas. Max se acercó a ella y se tumbó en el piso sin apartar su mirada de la joven.
- Deja de verme - le ordenó Gina con la voz ahogada entre su edredón.
Sintió un retortijón en su estomago al verlo de nuevo, sus ojos llenos de genuina preocupación. Al menos, pensó, Max jam
Our Dream, One Perfect RealityOur Dream, One Perfect Reality10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You remain still; as I continue to hold;
The beautiful figure that contains;
All you are.
All that is heard.
But if you could only hear,
All that is inside;
Such love can not always be spoken,
Your head turns,
As I fall deep into your eyes,
"Doesn't this just seem like a dream?"
A dream I never want to end.
Could this perfection not be real?
If this all, a dream;
I never wish to wake,
Maybe I won't have to;
the things we'll never say.1.the things we'll never say.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
sure, you could say
i'm beautiful. sure,
you could say you love me.
but if you were silent,
maybe you could connect
the dots and find my heart in
it, somehow. maybe
you could open your hands
and i'd find all my dreams
in the lines.
so don't speak.
words won't ever say enough.
your first mistake was meeting
me, oceans in the stars and
whispers in our ears. we crossed
boundaries as if t
To Fall UndoneIt is cold here, far colder than I am used to even after being here for so long. Time means nothing to we gods, we immortals; a year is much the same as ten. Yet somehow even six months seems far too long to be in this place, too long to go without running through the forests and the meadows, letting the nymphs help me weave wildflowers through my hair. Too long since Ive lain in the grass and let the sun warm my skin. Trivial things, perhaps, but they are what I miss most while I am trapped here underground, surrounded by the cold stone, surrounded by death, surrounded nay, smothered by him.To Fall Undone7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember, vaguely, thinking him strangely beautiful that first time he saw me in the meadow. Oh, of course I knew he was Hades, god of death, Lord of the Underworld. Death wasnt beautiful. Yet as he stared at me, eyes filled with lust, a part of me saw beauty in him. A terrifying, dark beau
Delicate Disarrays Ch. 2Youre wearing the dress I bought you. Edward noted as he sat down and handed me my root beer float. I grimaced and nodded, absentmindedly smoothing the skirt. He chuckled, amused with my response, Do you have a problem with me spending money on you?Delicate Disarrays Ch. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt even have to answer it. It was a fact. Edward was constantly buying me things. If it wasnt a dress, it was fancy shoes, or a necklace. He was oddly persistent for such a polite boy. He smiled at me as he waited patiently for me to think. He was perfect in every way. And unattainable in every other. My only consolation was that at least he didnt choose another girl over me. Devastated would be an understatement.
And of course every girl in this town was in love with my Edward. Yes. My. Im a very possessive girl, even with things I dont have the right to possess. With his messy copper hair, friendly emerald eyes, and perfect features, a girl would have to be blind to not be i
un mal amorMis lagrimas son como sangreun mal amor5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
se darrama y no para
son de una herida profunda
que no puede ser curada.
¿Cómo dejo de llorar?
si la tristeza no se esfuma
¿Cómo te puedo borrar?
si no dejaste marca alguna.
Quisiera no volverte a ver
y olvidarte por completo
no te imaginas cuanto te detesto
me destrozaste y sin saberlo.
Me gustas... pero no lo entiendo,
siento ira cuando te veo
no soporto este sentimiento
yo te odio, ya no te quiero.
Te quiero sin conocerte,
te odio por no tenerte,
ni si quiera eres mi amor---
simplemente un mal amor.
My AffairI appreciate your willingnessMy Affair7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forgive me and take me back,
but I didnt say
I was coming back.
Im sorry I hurt you,
broke all the promises
encircling the third
finger of my left hand,
but I don't need the
excuses of hormones
or mid-life; I knew
what I was doing.
Yes, hes gone.
You tell me with
pity that he made
a fool of me,
but I see the
triumph in your eyes,
the joy in my
your face, that
over the heartbreak
that I so thoroughly
deserve for making
Yes, hes gone.
Yes, Im broken,
my heart in pieces,
dust and ashes.
But if I met
him on the street
Id do it all
the hardest parts1.the hardest parts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the thing about
I can see
you make a
I make a
we end up
bukowskii wanna be a real poet,bukowski6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
live by the rules of bukowski
& no mama,
i can't get out of bed
not before the sun
sits high in the noon's time
& no mama,
my grammar school rules
are gonna go to waste
& no mama,
i can't use tall letters
when henry chinaski himself
i don't know any girls
i don't drink beer
or sleep with
innumerable women who
just fuck me & run
but i wanna be a
the kind who fights
wee people in bars & loses
and hurts when
the beautiful suicides
are the only ones we see
i'd drink my pains away
but the last thing i need is
another glass widening
i'd sleep with a million men
but the last thing i need is
another heart to ache,
i'd bet on the horses
but the last thing i need is
another way to have
loved & lost.
HansonHanson11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are they?
"We're just three brothers who want to make
Well, That is who they are,
and this is who they aren't:
They are not gay.
They are not a boyband;
Though they are boys who are in a band.
They are not long-haired.
They are not girls.
They don't have high voices.
Have you heard of puberty?
Yeah, they have too.
They may have a song called, "MMMBop,"
from way back when,
but people change, they mature,
and so do their ideas.
Their music has evolved,
right along with their appearances,
and their voices.
Flashback to 1997:
"What do you reckon you'll be doing five years
"I hope we'll still be doing music, you know, and
even for the rest of our live. We'll do music."
Flashforward, to the present time, 2004:
Seven years later,
They are still doing music.
What do you call that?
Now, in 2004,
One in his second year of marriage, with a ch
radioactive nucleicrowning myself the king of epidermis is a blasphemous path only i would take on, smiling wider than the equator, i'm rimming off villages and pillaging cities, i want to gather more emotion, such a crusade can only end in misery and emulated breathing and off set whispers playing pinball between my radio socket of a brain.radioactive nuclei5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when the sun claimed the day and the moon claimed the night, do you think it was war? do you think they ripped out their tracheas and served their spleens for a sunday feast? or wait, is my definition of war formed around subordinate messages that my heart is sending my brain and earthquakes of my cuticles are splitting the fibers thin and wide, parasites are slithering their way between nuclei and cellular respiration is just fancy terminology for the energy i'm burning away on breathing.
tendons pulled from my fibula are being used as rubber bands and machine guns and maybe even to hang my swing from the bedroom window. a writer is a no good son of a bitch, abusin
Like A DrugAs I stared into the mirror I winced in horror at my reflection. I hated myself I always had, Id had a troubled childhood and I blamed myself for everything that happened. Even today say if my mother died, I would blame myself. I glanced at my wardrobe, at the clothes inside, the clothes I loved, then went back to the mirror after picking some and lying them on my bed.Like A Drug7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My hair, a blonde disarray, I switched on my straighteners and brushed out my fairly long blonde hair and fringe, I then straightened it and sat crossed legged in front of said mirror. I stared into my own light blue eyes, they were the only thing I like about myself.
Im not skinny, but Im not fat. Im not pretty, but Im not ugly. Im average. Well maybe Im a little small. How boring, Im a mostly average 17 year old girl. I dont dress into a genre and I dont belong in one. I got up then and put on my yellow strappy top which had black dots on and my yellow and bla
TattooScars and markings,Tattoo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held as taboo.
Burns and cuts,
a worthless tattoo.
Symbols of cults,
of dreams and stories.
All shall halt,
no scars are drawings.
Religious and worshipped,
by the ones who are masked.
Each symbol, a prayer,
through skin that will rust.
Through wounds, red bleeds,
from veins of blue.
To deform a story,
create a tattoo.
Why So Quiet God?She's crying for youWhy So Quiet God?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to save her children.
They are dying.
She is dying.
She prays and prays and prays
and weeps and weeps and weeps
and mourns and mourns and mourns
their quiet passings.
She whispers to the heavens.
50 ways to annoy Edward Cullen Jasper and Emmetts list of HOW TO ANNOY EDWARD!!!50 ways to annoy Edward Cullen7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Prance around the house singing Madonnas Like a virgin at the top of your lungs every morning.
2. Especially loud when Bella is around to hear it.
3. Running it by Charlie that Edward has been sleeping with Bella for the past 2 years, at the wedding reception.
4. Hire a stripper to pop out of the wedding cake XD
5. Buy a sex-ed book and shove it in his locker, making sure that whenever he decides to open it that it falls out, in clear view of the school.
6. Make sure and tell Aro that Edward wants to elope with him.
7. Smear your blood all over his new car freshener. Blame it on Jacob
8. Program his locker towhenever he opens it to sing (LOUDLY)
YOU AND ME BABY WE AINT NOTHING BUT MAMMALS, SO LETS DO IT LIKE WE DO ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL! HERE WE GO NOW! YOU AND ME BABY WE AIN
Giving In*Giving In*Giving In10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll break and die
You'll fall and cry
For a face you never knew,
I'll fall apart
Coz you broke my heart
I've died becoz of you.
You tell a lie
Say I said goodbye
And disappeared without a sight,
They find me cold
I've turned to mould
I gave up without a fight.
On a bed I was laid
Friends I had prayed
Though they never really knew me,
They pretended to be sad
Though really they were glad
Though they made sure I could not see.
The broken blade
With which I was slayed
Was honoured with all they could give,
They made sure it was okay
They thanked it for stopping me live.
rules of the deathnote- The human whose name is written in this note shall die.rules of the deathnote8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- This note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing his/ her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
- If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the persons name, it will happen.
- If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
- After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
- This note shall become the property of the human world once it touches the ground of/ arrives in the human world.
- The owner of the note can recognize the image and voice of its original owner. I.e. a god of death.
- The human who uses this note can neither go to Heaven nor Hell.
- If the time of death is written within 40 seconds after writing the cause of death as a heart attack, the time of death can be manipulated, and the time can go into effec
borderline nostalgic.i used to stand in the middle of the railroad track on sundays, one foot on either side of the county border line, just so i could tell you that i was in two places at once.borderline nostalgic.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would shake your head in that disapproving, familiar way, and tell me that no one could be in two places at once, and besides, standing on railroad tracks was illegal, and i had better watch it or else i was liable to get ticketed.
i informed you that wanting to live a little was not illegal.
the day you died i rode full speed down the nearby hill with my bare legs on the handlebars of my mother's bike, the sun shining full in my eyes. i swear to god my hands lifted off the handlebars and flew away, and to this day i still can't find them, but you, you know where they are.
i got a ticket for walking on those railroad tracks and two weeks ago i rode down that hill remembering you, and when i crashed at the bottom i thought i felt you hold my hand.
but no one can be in two places at once.
trilobite.look:trilobite.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask me to prove to you that evolution is real,
because i lost the notebook with the proof written
out in pen. i could try to sum it up for you anyway,
about how i didn't used to love you and then one day
i did and how whales used to have legs.
also i was once a flower or a seven year old
and my hands didn't know how to hold yours
or how to draw sunsets and make sandcastles.
evolution was you one year ago saying i was perfect,
that i should never change myself for anyone.
now you say that you are trying to fix me,
which means that perfect things could always
be trying harder. and that's evolution.
i'm tired of my hair that keeps growing longer
and my veins that keep shifting beneath the surface
of my skin, writing love letters to you in cursive.
they say my writing never evolves,
so i write a poem for you about love
and learning to walk on two legs
and title it "trilobite."
they say with my heavy bones my body will never
get off the ground, but that doesn't mean
confusionCant take all this confusion,confusion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick of this illusion,
Fuck all these empty promises,
Words have become meaningless,
So sick of listening to these lies,
Wanna be with you,
But not gonna jeopardize my happiness,
Not ready for the risk of getting hurt again,
Dont think I ever will be,
Put these walls up around me,
Not willing to take them down,
Dont bother trying to undo them,
Youre not gonna get anywhere with me,
I just dont care anymore,
Sorry but Ive been hurt before,
So badly that I still haven't recovered,
Only enough to hide it,
I want you, I need you,
But I dont want to need you,
Leave me alone before you hurt me,
Come back into my life before you leave me,
I love you,
I hate you,
Confusion has become my life