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Why I WriteI write for the readers,Why I Write in Free Verse More Like This
The wanderers,
The dreamers,
The ones who see with their minds.
I write for those who hope,
Those who wish,
Those who wonder.
Sometimes I write for the mad,
The ones who see things differently,
The ones who aren't afraid of the unknown,
The ones who dream by day.
I write for the poets,
The authors,
The wannabes.
I write for myself,
For my insane beliefs,
For my wandering mind,
An outlet for my thoughts.
I write for the singers,
Those who aways hear songs,
Those who can make music with anything,
Those who dance to unheard beats.
I write for the optimists,
Those who see only beauty,
Those who hea
AloneI'm stubborn,Alone in Free Verse More Like This
sarcastic,
stuck in the clouds,
insane
and dark as hell.
I believe that Heaven is not for me,
because I'd rather come back.
I care about life and think about death
much more than I really should.
I always look up when I'm on the ground
and down when I'm in the sky.
Longing for something that I cannot have,
dreaming of freedom,
though I'll never have it.
I like to howl
on dark moonless nights,
I love my time alone.
I feel like speech is a waste of time
but I'm always trying to be heard.
I know there's no one
to share my thoughts,
no one to sit with in silence
atop my favourite tree.
I'm the only one in the
Leela To FryYou're an idiot,Leela To Fry in Fan Fiction More Like This
you never think twice,
you never think once!
You're immature and childish,
you can't do anything right,
and you're too slow to realize
any of this yourself.
I hate how you're always trying...
trying to "make" me love you.
I hate your pointy hair
and your stupid grin.
I hate that goddamn jacket,
you never wash the thing.
I hate the way you screw things up,
never sticking to plans.
I hate your stupid ignorance,
why don't you stop trying?
Why do you love me?
I don't like you.
Just stop trying.
It's getting annoying,
repetitive.
Don't you ever give up?
Your effort is futile.
I hate the way you say the wron
ResolutionsI resolveResolutions in Free Verse More Like This
to be less sarcastic,
to be less random,
to be more normal,
to-
Screw this.
What defines 'normal',
a boring person
with no mind,
no thoughts to themselves,
no power,
no control,
no magic,
nothing I cherish,
nothing I love.
I resolve
to save a life,
to live without fright,
to never take flight-
Ah, but I contradict myself,
what is life without death?
What is living
if you don't have fear?
Is fear not our indication
that we are alive
and have something to loose?
I will save a life, though
in my own subtle way.
Befriend someone who seems down,
take someone's hand
when most would break it,
show them how to
The Mind Of The WriterAlways with a pencil,The Mind Of The Writer in Free Verse More Like This
my eyes keep seeing words
forming stories,
ideas keep on pouring in.
Erase a hole through the paper,
Writer's block my foe,
instruct the pencil
to dance with the pages,
a most creative ballet.
My mind is swirling all the time,
all I can think of is fiction.
Poems string themselves together,
as for stories, the endings come first.
A sentence will pop into my head,
coming from nowhere.
About death,
about life,
about fear,
about strife.
I'll look at a word
and find inspiration.
Shakespeare's a genius.
Forget about Einstein.
Think you know darkness?
Write about fear?
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe,
on
If I Had WingsIf I had wingsIf I Had Wings in Free Verse More Like This
I'd fly away from here
with all I hold dear
held deep in my heart.
I'd live for the freedom
of wild blue skies,
lost deep in thought,
no more despise.
If I had wings
I'd have no more hate,
I'd fly with the birds
and their own silent fate.
To sing and to call,
to laugh and to fall.
To live and to breath,
to never ever leave.
No one governs the skies,
no tyrants, no wars
just the soft sun arise,
and below sweeping shores.
Wind in my hair,
feathers so fair,
I'd swoop and I'd dive,
simply being alive.
If I had wings
I'd reach for the stars,
wouldn't need any cars,
just go with the flow
all you need to kn
Hidden EyesRebels hide their eyes.Hidden Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Behind hair, hat or glasses,
rebels hide their eyes.
Why, you ask?
A simple reason,
we're open to freedom,
and shut-out from treason.
We can't see the drones
and their hypnotizing charms.
We can't accept lies,
we'll sound the alarms.
We're blinded to blindness,
stuck in the shadow,
but still free to dream,
we've got our beliefs
and I swear we'll shout out,
always, we'll scream.
Don't dance with the devil
till you've spotted his glare,
gaze into his eyes,
feel the empty stare.
We hide our eyes
so you can't read our minds,
so our thoughts remain hidden,
our limbs out of binds.
We kept the ice co
Shadow ManShadow Man, where are you?Shadow Man in Free Verse More Like This
Lurking in the dark.
Hidden from the eye
of ignorance.
Shadow Man, please hear me,
I bid you no harm.
Why do you hide,
don't you see?
I hear you when you hide,
when you walk along the walls
to avoid the ones below.
I can hear you.
Do you see me?
Shadow Man,
do you hear me?
I am here.
Listen to me, friend,
one hidden in the dark.
You should not have to hide
from eyes that cannot see,
hands that cannot reach.
For, Shadow Man, I see you.
Shadow Man, I hear you.
Come to me, my friend,
please come...
Let me show you the sun.
Dear SanityDear Sanity,Dear Sanity in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry you have to leave so abruptly
and I cannot say you will be missed,
but our time together was much too long
and now I'm much too free
to bother with you now.
You were always such a strain,
such a great burden to bear,
but now you've gone, off my shoulders
and I can dream once more.
As a child you sucked me in,
eager for the world
but now I've seen it and I must say
it's simply not for me.
So I will say what I like
whenever I decide
and I will live my own life
no matter who denies.
So, Sanity, my former friend,
I must ask you to leave.
Because I don't have time any more
to waste away with you.
Futurama:: Fry to LeelaYou're beautiful,Futurama:: Fry to Leela in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're brilliant,
You're kind and compassionate,
You always do everything right,
Maybe you don't know this,
But I do.
I love how you always,
Reject me when I tell you 'I love you',
Because that gives me another chance tomorrow,
To tell you 'I love you' again.
I love your long and violet hair,
And the way you smile,
I love your bossiness,
And the way you lead people,
Your boots are great on you,
Or did I already say that yesterday?
Why do I love you?
Because I just do,
Until you say 'I do too',
I'm never going to give up.
Say I'm clingy and desperate,
But that's just my style.
I love how your words alway
Futurama FF:: Persuaded The moment Leela woke up, she immediately realized that it wasn't going to be a regular day—not that "regular" and "normal" was even part of her dictionary anymore since she started working with these crazy co-workers at Planet Express Delivering Company. Having fired from her previous job at the Cryogenics lab, she really didn't have much choice… or did she? Nah, probably not.Futurama FF:: Persuaded in Fan Fiction More Like This
She liked to start her day off with a warm cup of morning coffee. As the captain of the ship, her duty was to also maintain the condition of both the ship and crew. Which included Bender, the-good-f
Futurama FF:: Just Once More "Fry, you are the most immature person I've ever met!"Futurama FF:: Just Once More in Short Stories More Like This
With those words, Leela stomped angrily out the door of the Planet Express living room, leaving Fry staring dubiously at the floor.
No one could blame him for blowing up another one of the ship's engines. The lazy man in his early thirties just couldn't control a damn ship; and apparently couldn't control his feelings for his captain either. Leela was no ordinary woman; though she only has one eye Fry thought that she was beautiful the way she is, but never once did she take him seriously. More tha
ace of nine. -.:lives:.-i.) screaming words in the dead of night, you. awkward-eyed blue-sapphire child like saucers. cyan ocean. feather artist. {flyer} savior. best friend. words-etch never beat you down, special fourth-grade flute-memoir of mine. beautiful little past-held talent. a stargazer at four am beats. warm-winter hearted airbrush-traveller.ace of nine. -.:lives:.- in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ii.) running horses. vast, wisteria-gold fields and curiousity at sun-peach dawn. young friendship. hawks and soaring eagles over blistering sky-mountains. summer children through watering fields, creating little pools in a summer river and moss. book-screamer. {all} genius-falling water. history of victorian-lit lov
tristful.everywhere around me, they're all crying.tristful. in Emotional More Like This
blankly, i gaze at their eyes in the accumulating snowfall and see glass and outer redness, tears streaming down most faces and sniffles spread like wildfire prolifically through the air. we're all near one another in a mass of huddled black, and i'm shaking from the intense cold. there are marines in heavy navy uniforms and white-base hats before me, folding an american flag before the casket with beautifully blank statuesque faces.
someone wails to the right of me, and breaks down sobbing. i struggle not to look up because i know it will all hit me, but eventually do besides my thoughts. she's eng
False ImageFake ImageFalse Image in Free Verse More Like This
What is this?
Reality or a Dream.
Maybe a nightmare.
All who I love are gone.
Either wearing a mask or dead.
Where am I? I want to leave this place.
I want all that I love back.
I don't want a mere copy of what I once had.
I want the touch.
The scent.
The emotions.
The desire
The passion that come with your presence.
I don't want this clone.
I want you
My conscience
My life.
My love.
None of these I have…
With this false image of you
My one and true
InsecurityI've always wished that I could fly,Insecurity in Free Verse More Like This
Leave my troubles and worries,
to soar through the sky.
That I could stand up to those I despise,
Wished for courage,
so I could stare straight into their eyes.
I've always wished that my thoughts weren't so smart,
That maybe instead of thinking rationally,
I could follow my heart.
I've always wished that I was something more,
Someone that was perfect,
that others would adore.
I've always wished I wasn't me,
but after careful thought I've realized;
there isn't anyone else I could stand to be.
AngelsTears fall from green eyes,Angels in Free Verse More Like This
a broken girl,
that once dreamed of the skies.
A blue-eyed girl feels the same way,
living in the cloak of the night,
she's forgotten the day.
Both fall.
Wings broken.
Smiles lost.
They were innocent, naive,
and this is the cost.
In the darkness neither can see,
blindly reaching out,
hoping to be free.
One stumbles,
One catches,
blue eye meets green.
Together they stand up,
and the sky can be seen.
Their wings are still broken,
and sometimes they cry,
but holding hands,
together they fly.
A Shoulder To LendNo one even cares if I cry myself to sleep,A Shoulder To Lend in Free Verse More Like This
Too caught up in their broken world
and the dreams they couldn't reach.
No one even stirs if I lie awake at night,
Wondering what the future holds; if things will be alright.
No one even bothers to pretend when I share my hopes and dreams,
They tell me not to reach to far; it will lead to broken wings.
No one seems to notice when I want to be held close,
They just walk away oblivious,
Which is what I hate the most.
How much does a real hug cost you?
Would it kill you to pretend?
I need a shoulder to cry on,
But you don't have one to lend.
Caught up in my own self pity,
-Seems it's a
Sta.sh
