isolation.isolation. in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
this love is not love.this love is not love. in Free Verse More Like This
In my mind you haunt all day
Flashes of my memories past
Recollecting what you say
Yearn to make those moments last
High hopes that when I close my eyes
Imagine that your lips claim mine
But loneliness is by my side
And all alone I'm left each time
From starry eyed to surprised
To the depths of darkest nights
Truth withheld but never lied
Your careful words blind my sights
Waiting long and never knowing
Keep believing it's yet to come
Yet isn't love ever growing
Why then fools hearts feel so numb
This love is not love
Despaired souls cannot tell
So what do I make of
Broken dreams that you sell
title: This Love Is Not Love
by: Luana Lani
you're so far away.you're so far away. in Free Verse More Like This
Youre so far away but so real my dear
I go to sleep to dream and to see you clearly
To quiet my mind and to know that you love me
And in the morning I wake
To the sound of your voice on the phone
But I had just spent the night alone
So for days and days its something repeating
Most of the time Im okay, I swear
Even though my hearts weeping
Especially during those times that are creeping
Around the corner, theyre misleading
I have to stay strong, its unbearably tough
After so many weeks Ive about had enough
But boy its so worth it when we finally touch
I look into your eyes, theyre so green
Who am I kidding, youre only on the screen
This long distance thing is harder than it seems
I scream, I sigh, and I cry
Though I know youre mine, all mine
Its about time you understood these lines
More than words, theyre my thoughts
Bleeding from inside
I cant hide them no more
Wont you come walking through my d
[Untitled] Intro[Untitled] Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked around at the people that had gathered for our mothers funeral. People would walk up to my mothers shrine and wish her farewell,all I wanted to do was run away and get as far from here as I could. But I refuse to let Tohru face the world on her own(at least till she is ready). I felt a small, petite hand grasp my slightly larger hand. I tightened my hold in a reassuring manner. I looked down at my little sister, she was smiling, but you could tell that all she wanted to do was cry for the loss of our mother. Tohru blamed herself for her death.
" Tohru-chan, it wasn't your fault." I murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. Her hands latched on to my back as she sobbed brokenly into my chest. I rubbed soothing circles into her back until she calmed down, she continued to hold on to me and hiccuped every now and again, but she had stopped crying.
" Feel better, little sister?" I said into her hair. She nodded.
" Thank you, Imoto-chan." She whispered
BOF FanFic Part IIIBOF FanFic Part III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eun Jung POV
I have to be more careful, Goo Jun Pyo almost saw me! If he saw me, he would go to F4 and then they would have tracked me down and demanded why I left for America. Though I'm pretty sure they knew the basics of the fight and break-up. I was walking around; not paying attention to where I was going, and walk right into someone.
" Oh my gosh! I'm so sor-" I stopped apologizing when I saw who it was that I had run into. Oh god, my luck just wasn't with me today. The person that I had run into was one of the four people that I was desperately trying to avoid. Ji Hoo with an emotionless gaze.
" H-h-hey Ji Hoo. Been a while hasn't it?" I gave him small nervous smile. He continued to stare at me, I grew fidgety. I wanted t run away and pray that he didn't tell the others that he saw me.
" Eun Jung, I'm so happy to see you!" Ji Hoo said, pulling me into a tight hug. I blushed, i had excepted him to run and tell the others that I was here.
" J-j-j-ji Hoo, I'm
BOF FanFic Part IIBOF FanFic Part II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~ Woo Bin POV
" Hey, did you know that there is going to be a new student? I think they start today." Yi Jung said as we walked side-by-side to the classroom that was for F4's use only. A new student in the middle of the year? That is strange. Yi Jung and I walked in silence for a couple minutes , then a a thought occurred to me.
" Do you think she came back?" I said to Yi Jung but kept looking straight ahead . I heard Yi Jung groan.
" Woo Bin, we have been over this before. She might never come back to Korea. The only time, and I repeat, the only time that she would come back, is to see her father." Yi Jung said, shaking his head frowning slightly. I sighed disappointed. I knew that Yi Jung was only trying to keep me from getting hurt, again.
" I know, but I want to see Eun Jung, if only for a moment." I said, sighing once more, before entering the classroom.
In Their EyesIn their eyes, she had beenIn Their Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Little more than a weed
Planted in their carefree garden
By unwelcome hands
That grew and spread,
Overtaking the marijuana plants
And feeding on the ashes
They so cherished
In their eyes, she had been
The perfect whipping boy
Using her as their own
Personal Jesus Christ
And through their beaten weed,
They thought themselves sinless
And thus baptized themselves
In their eyes, she had been
A threat to their luxury
The black sheep that might
Need more than a television screen
To feel contented
And so they uprooted her
And planted her
In someone else’s garden
And in their eyes, they may have seen
Just how much that weed
Resembled a wilting rose
Parched for rain, for sunshine
Now growing, now stronger
Thriving in her new home
In spite of them!
But that rose will never allow
Their eyes to glance upon the wooden box
In which she hid away
All of her pain
That fertilized her
And forced her to grow
Even when she’d been drowned
CanvasI always hated a blank canvasCanvas in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the whiteness mocks me
And so I'm sure you can imagine
That when plagued by a medium so painfully bare
I remedy the issue
And my dear, that is what I've done today
For I was taunted by a horrid nothingness
I grabbed my favorite, silvery paintbrush
And set to work
And soon, a dark, elaborate red image
Dripped and danced and glistened
My canvas, once dull and plain
Now held a grim elegance
And I must apologize
As I know you hate my twisted artwork
But a canvas cannot be left pure
The HeadacheFeel it when you first wake upThe Headache in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And ignore the growing throb
Pour the poison in your cup
To stifle a shuddering sob
Bring it to your lips and drink
Then go about your day
Cough your blood up in the sink
And whisper, 'come what may.'
Impress the wandering eyes of love
Adorn yourself with silk
This dress, you see, fits like a glove
Creamy as mother's milk
Disregard your blurring sight
Find comfort in your curse
And though your head is getting light
You clumsily grab your purse
Out the door, he grabs your arm
To steady your wobbling frame
He speaks to your eyes in deep alarm,
"Your ailment is to blame."
And here you have to look away
My slave, I swear it's best
He needn't help you dig your grave
Or lay my soul to rest
By Your Side My VersionBy Your Side My Version in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please stop your crying, it hurts.
Put down the knife now, it burns.
Why are you crying?
You're surronded by grace
Now don't run away
Chorus:He'll be by your side
Wherever you are
In your darkest times
Wherever you fall
He's always there
When no one is holding you.
He's always holding you
He bares your scars, on his arms.
He went to his grave, for you.
He took on your sin
So you could go in
He gives you life
Cause He, He loves you
I want you to know
That He, He loves you
He'll never let you go
DawnDawn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Dream I hadThe dream I had about the blond boy and the greatest, greatest love made beneath the carpeted staircase of that old hotel mansion abandoned bed and breakfast place...the blond boy exhaling cigarette smoke in clouds illuminated by the yellow light of dawn or sunset syrupy seeping in through half-closed blinds as I looked up at him almost crying from my space spent in his naked lap.Dream I had in Emotional More Like This
Loss and the Five Stages of GriefLoss and the Five Stages of Grief in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The five of us bought two pipes on University of Houston dime in likely the only hookah bar in St. Louis, Missouri on a Sunday afternoon. Something we do as a team to calm our nerves after a long weekend of competition in a cold, damp city. They were real fancy pipes too – tall, glassy and gold. Two flavors for each pipe - watermelon-mint and strawberry-mint. David says mint keeps the smoke cool and flavor level. He was a red headed Syrian who had his own pipe at home and has been our debate captain for three weeks. Only a little while ago he had mustered enough courage to admit to everyone he “was conservative, but only a little.” Smoking hookah is very popular in Syria, embedded in the culture. We figured he knew what he was talking about. The bar was empty except for the owner who was happy to have customers but not desperate enough to forget carding us for use of his pipes and liquor. He showed us a room off to the side full of lar