30. Under the RainThe grey blooms out of brilliant Blue30. Under the Rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I want nothing more than to stand here with you.
Who lightly caresses my so soft skin,
Doing everything you can to let me breathe in.
I hold my hands up so very high,
Wishing to meet you half way to the sky.
You cool me and calm me,
There are so many things I can see.
When you are around,
I bask in the wonder of your every sound.
My dearest you are not a human breathing so very loud,
No, you will never be one of the crowd.
But when under you I feel so much more then sane,
For you are the joyous, soul freeing rain.
....Alone in the dark.... in Free Verse More Like This
She awaits the near doom
Her dearest love
Far below the moon
Nor a simply touch
Could bring her heart to swoon
For the sake of time
The pain began to bloom
Now lost it is
That which could never die
It calls out in the late
In hollow hours
Caged in by regret
Near buried in fear
NothingnessI. NothingnessNothingness in Free Verse More Like This
i. Fluttery, cool, blackened, floating emptiness driving you back. Consuming you, baring your very soul. You see nothing, but you feel the seeping, crazed, hurricane force rushing, circling around you. Hear the creaks and moans of something about to give way, like the bow of a great ship breaking against the cliff side.
ii. Something weaves crazily, contained, bleach bone white, dried out in the sun to long and you feel it. Eaten away at by the barrier of time, crushed by the harbinger of loss, and it wants you. Wants you to suffer as it has, to share its pains, to take them from it, and it won't stop.
iii. The sturdy forest of defenses gone, striped from you. The true terror is yet to come.
iv. Harsh thoughts crawl to the forefront, like cock roaches. How you hate them, eating away at your sanity, clawing through the healthy parts of your mind, scratching and ripping it to tiny pieces that lie there like glittering fragments of glass. The shattered fragments of your mo
I Am AliveThere it is, in it's little coffinI Am Alive in Free Verse More Like This
Made of an empty bean tin
I'd like to say a few things
Or maybe I'd like to sing
It won't care what I do
It just couldn't stand life with you
I kept pushing it on
But what I wanted for so long
Was what killed it in the end
You see it's one thing to be alive
Where you can strive
But it's more then another
To kill yourself for your lover
What I find saddest of all
Is that it would never fall
Oh, silly mind of mine
It made you shine
But it would not be fooled
Even if the rest of me was ruled
Now I lay it to rest
Because it couldn't pass the test
Of loving you with all it had
It even drove me a little mad
And after this I'll just come back home
For there's no way to be alone
When I am living with you I can use yours
But if you leave I'll lose any course
Because I can't very well stay in the world
When my heart is dead
But I am alive
You Free MeBaby I need youYou Free Me in Free Verse More Like This
You are the fire with in my soul
So with out you I'm not whole
No you can't leave me I've got no where else to go
Baby please keep me
With out you I can not show
How the angel has grown
That she could be me
And with out you it could never be
You are my sunshine my candle my glow
With out you I would never even know
It can never be so
I can never let you go
So hold me each and every day
Because with out you I could never see the way
It's brighter and wider then I ever thought it would be
What I just can't say out loudMemories fly buy, rushing your mind, bruising my heart as they pass. What do you do in times like these? When you lose something so pure and vital to the life you thought you were living? The innocence and ignorance already dead, but what was survived all of the change.What I just can't say out loud in Emotional More Like This
Or so you thought.
Now you look around you, seeing every fragment of what you had, what you swore to hold onto no matter what happened.
Was it a promise you should of never made? Was it useless and futile to attempt something like that?
You kept hold of the belief that it wasn't for so long, held so strong that bits of you broke off in the fight.
This isn't about a lover lost.
No, it's about something far different.
Your heart still aches, your mind still lost in bewilderment.
Love there was, stronger and harder to let go off then you could ever imagine.
What made it die, what caused everything to fade so fast, to crumble into the sands of time?
The memories hit you again and again as you look around.
I was....But I'm notI was going to talk today, but instead I put it up, put it back on the shelf.I was....But I'm not in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe tomorrow, I'll tell myself I'll stop procrastinating
But today was bad.
I don't want to move when my alarm goes off,
Don't want to eat even after my stomach starts to eat itself.
What happened to passion, desire, integrity?
Did the evil little people in my head finally kill them?
Or maybe they went on vacation?
No, no, that's a lie, has to be.
Today I was going to smile, make it real, true.
It wouldn't come out though,
She hid in her room, and locked the door.
Not to be seen.
Is she as embarrassed by herself as I am?
She understands that you can't do what you should
Can't very well show your better side
If you just can't be yourself.
If you fear that letting out the brightness will leave
On the inside.
Yesterday I was going to say I love you
I almost thought I meant it
But I still can't tell
If the little pieces are ready
To be broken apart
The fear made me sweep them back up
If Only You KnewMy Dearest Love,If Only You Knew in Letters More Like This
You have left me here forcing me to find my own strength, think my way to my chosen destiny, to act my own way to a future best suited for me. I have fought and failed tackled head on and prevailed. I have taken on my peers, both ally and enemy alike, been destroyed by both the arctic cold and hellish heat of my own emotions. I've lived while feeling as though I would die. I've stood tall and strong, let go of many of the thing that I don't need or that would hurt me.
But of all the things left that I need to let go of there's one I can't lose my grip on. For all that I have loved and all that I will love there is no one I will ever love more.
Man, woman, Young, Old, Always my heart you will hold. I even have proof of this, it's plain as day to anyone who wishes to see.
Look there, on your sleeve, you see that small shape? The one torn by weather and wear? I know this sounds cliché, really I do, but it's a heart. One that I know well, could identify blindfolded. T
20The little pieces should be put in a box and shipped to you. You broke it so you should fix it. You know what I mean. Sadly though I can't find it. I fear you still have it. If you do I may never get it back, and how then, am I suppose to love? Will I ever get the chance to see another as I see you? I fear not, for if I ever get my heart back there will be no way for it to be repaired. I've tried to move on, leave the past where it belongs, but it won't stay.The truth should never be spoken, but here it is; I don't want it back. Even if it is unwhole and tortured, I want it to stay that way. I won't ever forget the past. I thrive on the pain I feel, because it means you really were here. I won't let myself die over this, even if it feels like I should. Nothing you ever did that hurt me could ever stop me from wanting it. Wanting you. I'm more broken with out you then I was with you. The pain feels so much better when you're with me. I never cared that it hurt when you were here, but wi20 in Letters More Like This
Silly PrincessOnce upon a time there was a beautiful Princess locked away in a tower. Her beauty and grace were matched and surpassed by many, and she was not the most intelligent being there was, she was certain. The only quality she prided herself was her love and acceptance. No other would ever love so blindly as she would. Year after year many came to rescue her. Yet she stayed in her tower, guarded by a dragon who would harm none, kept in by a door locked from the inside. No matter who came she would not leave, for she feared what would happen. She feared that no one would think her pretty, that she would be looked down on for not being able to gain attention by her looks. Heart would sink as she thought of how people would feel of her clumsiness. No one would want someone injured so often of accidents caused by their own hands. Who would she talk to? She couldn't match wits with others, she hadn't the skill nor the knowledge. Her worries, fears, lack of confidence kept her in her toSilly Princess in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
the reason we have pet namesI.the reason we have pet names in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In Angola, out of every one-thousand babies born, one-hundred and eighty-four (point four) will die.
And that's not even counting the ones who are born with disabilities, with disorders, with infections and diseases, who need transfusions and transplants, who need more blood cells and bones, who will be blind and who will be deaf, who will clutch a doll to their chest and nibble on the head, because if they close their eyes the world can be cheese, if they like.
The life expectancy for those Angolan children who make it out of the womb with five-fingered hands, with healthy eyes and giant smiles, those kids will live until thirty-seven years old, at best, which means they'll be having their midlife crises at about eighteen, still a baby to the world. What do you picture for an eighteen-year-old? Drunk driving to sober beach shores where they proceed to stone themselves into a stupor, car crashes wi
over your shoulder: part one"There are things you don't forget," he clears his throat, tenses his eyebrows, strains his gut, and wipes his forehead.over your shoulder: part one in Socio-political More Like This
We lean forward, like he might share a great truth, like we may find out something about ourselves from his voice, like he could lull us into the place we feel safest, like we may find long lost loves, like we may become who we are, somewhere. A map, a picture, a word, we beg, silently. Tell us how.
When I was ten, I changed my name to Julie.
Julie was red and gold. Julie could string pink ribbons from her hair like droopy puppies fo
those who die young January 1993.those who die young in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You are born with fistfuls of her insides. Her cheeks fold into crescents of pink, her jaw stains with surprise, and her arms wet themselves with your blood. He loosens his tie, and you glimpse arms, colored like sawdust. She passes you around for foot-printed family members with remnants of hands. They declare their love for you and your potato features, their heads tilted to the left. She watches your circle hands envelop hers and figures that you are made of bubbles from God's wand. She wonders when you will pop. You scare her until she finds herself pinching the insides of your elbow.
Your eyes close and she wants her intestines back.
The babies in diaper commercials are dolls, with sockets for legs and oil for skin. Your flesh is the back of her hand, the front of his forehead, the dip under their eyes. They imagine cells rummaging thro
romeo and juliet were youngyou know she is lying.romeo and juliet were young in Free Verse More Like This
you reason with your belt
and it hangs like dark
clouds against the
skin that pulls with
the excuse of
nothing about real weight,
about real pressure, force
(a hospital full of cut-outs
and windows; a sprinkling
of girls who hate their bodies
and men who would like
to steal them; a cigarette
near the lips like it has
breathing slowlyit'sbreathing slowly in Open More Like This
and it's starving.
did you really think
life would stop
for Graci.When I was young, Graci was my bragging right. Look at her - she didn't look like me at all, and she was off somewhere, being successful. It sounded good on the playground: "I have an aunt who is tall and blond and lives in France!"for Graci. in Biography & Memoir More Like This
No one was impressed. I think it might've been my poor pronunciation of "Louis Vuitton" that ruined it.
She was that ideal, for me. She was pretty, and off somewhere speaking another language, and being big and official. She was the image of self-sufficient.
By the fifth grade I had stopped name-dropping, but last year, in the eighth grade, I was caught. Kayla found the "Marc Jacobs" tag on the back of one of my shirts. She demanded to know how I had gotten it, and - my mother should be proud of this one - the idea of lying didn't even cross my mind. I said, simply, "My aunt designs the accessories there."
Big mistake. Big one.
Maybe it'll stroke your ego some, Graci, to know that I gained about forty popularity points, and Rachel H. suddenly wanted to be m
to accost, attack yourself:thin violin wisps across my eyes. my legs are pacing with no floor; my fingersto accost, attack yourself: in Free Verse More Like This
shake, claw out for some sort of recognition - i think i'm whispering again,
asking someone to tell me when i can see straight, when the room finds its bearings
and when i'm allowed to get up. homework-checks, calls, with a flushed piece of paper
i scrawl out the health room, the nurse's name, the time, the date, and with the last fragments
of my voice i take my flushed piece of spanish homework and dart down the halls. get in,
get in, get in before something explodes, before the ticking stops, don't you dare be late.
his scab is exposed and leaking some sort of white paste, and shaky, "i need to - can i just -
can i sit please? over - over there? with the curtains?"
it's a small little place, between the marijuana-pamphlets and the turquoise
futon. it smells like a doctor's arms -- they always smell clean, don't they? --
and the rust is speckled all along the table. she asked me to sign in, but
Untitled.Untitled. in Free Verse More Like This
It's Tuesday night, my dear. You know what that means.
Tonight all the freaks come out to play.
Fishnet and lipstick,
Don't forget your glowsticks!
Will you wear your tall black boots for me?
Hollow bodies taken over by the spirit of the music.
Dancers dressed in black leather and lace.
Wolfsheim runs through your veins,
echoing the beat through the movement of your body.
You can't stop it.
The music is too loud.
The energy is too great.
Come one, join the party on the floor.
Once in a lifetime, until next week.
This is your chance to be a god among the dead.
Dance, dance my lovely.
Let yourself get lost in my spell.
You know who I am,
I'm your god tonight.
I am the DJ.
Forever goneWings. You know those wings. Soft and white, they kept you safe from reality's harsh ways for so long. Protecting you from the darkness, keeping the nightmares that haunted your sleep at bay and cradled you while you smiled in silent sleep. Not once did they let you fall, never breaking their embrace and lifting you up again to safety.Forever gone in Free Verse More Like This
But they're gone now, and the support you relied on for your strength is no more. There is no crying and no failure in falling. Your angel is gone, flown away in the night. The sting passes through your limbs when you hit the floor, hands and knees bleeding and a cry passes from your lips. And a prayer follows, poetic and frantic, dancing past your lips in hopes that it will be enough.
But those wings will only offer false security now and you'll fall a thousand times over without the angel to help you fly.
And I WatchedAnd I Watched in Erotic More Like This
And I watched.
The minutes ticked by, turning into hours, into days, and then into years. I had hidden myself away from the rest of the world for so long I wasn't sure how much time had passed. The only link to the outside world rested in the single window located at the front of the clock tower I had made my home. It faced the street, and every morning I watched the people below carry on with their day to day activities, never suspecting anybody was looking down from above. From sunrise to sunset, I watched day after day. Waiting. For what? I wasn't sure. For the longest time I didn't know. Until one morning, a Sunday I believe, the answer was laid before my eyes and for the first time, I had a reason to wait.
And there he was, a boy of maybe twelve darting across the street quickly. He smiled as he made it safely across, stopping only long enough to look back triumphantly. I found this endearing, the same young boy doing the same thing every morning with that same joyful smile, as th
A peek into Ethan's LJ.SNA peek into Ethan's LJ. in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wonder about myself. I'm sure ALOT of people do.. Apparently being paranoid, mildly schizophrenic, and whining when I don't get my way makes me unstable. Anthony just calls me emo. Okay everyone calls me emo. Yuki and Midori especially like to call me a manwhore. Says he who barely touched me while we were married, and that stupid green haired alien from God knows where. I think I need new friends…
I saw Yuki today. Yay for emotionally repressed angels… I'm worried about him, though. I'm not sure why since if he knew he'd smack me and tell me not to bother. He's so confusing. I saw Midori too. He's not as confusing, but he makes up for it in just being weird. I'm a little scared about the fact that his advice actually makes sense.
I went to the tower to talk to Anthony today. He called me emo and a whore. Like he's any better. Then when I got upset he tried to be comforting and I smacked him. Nobody understands me. Sigh.
I had a dream last
Poseidon finds out about Nico's crush.Poseidon finds out about Nico's crushPoseidon finds out about Nico's crush. in Drama More Like This
Walking the beautiful halls of Mount Olympus, which is now located on the 600th floor of the Empire State building, I came across Aphrodite who was looking at an image of one of the demigods at Camp Half-Blood. She sits on a bench adorned with multicolored flowers, her hands clasped together in her lap. She smiles to herself then reaches her hand towards the image and gently taps the scene. It disappears.
Without turning towards me she says "Hello Poseidon. How is your son doing?"
"Fine...having a fun time after the battle with Gaea. Quite relaxed he seem last I met him. Why do you ask?" I say trying to figure out what is going on in her head.
Instead of answering my question, she ignores it and asks one of her own, "Do you know how Nico is doing?"
"Nico? The son of Hades? How am I supposed to know?" I ask offended because she mentioned my brother's
Found You chapter 1: IllusionChapter 1: IllusionFound You chapter 1: Illusion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Recap: She nods; crying still, and we run towards her house which is diagonal to mine. As we approach, I spot a figure covered in a death shroud on her doorstep. Scared, I slowly kneel down next to it and lift up the shroud to reveal…
“Percy!” I shout as I jolt awake from my nightmare. This is the sixth time this has happened this month. Sixth time I’ve woken with the memory of Percy’s life less body. My hand stretches out in front of me as if still gripping the pure white burial shroud. Tears stream down from my azure eyes as my heart thuds painfully from the adrenaline rush.
It’s been two years since Percy’s death, yet the haunting dreams of his untimely death have never left. They wake me up every once in a while, bringing with them all the sweet memories of our kisses. But with those sweet memories come the most painful once.
It’s been two year, yet my heart refuses to
Oracle of Delphi Chapter 2Chapter 2.Oracle of Delphi Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I awaken, I feel a hand stroking my head. The hand feels rough, masculine...but who’s hand could it be? As far as I know, no man has ever cared for me, not even my own father. As for any other man I’ve met over the years, knowing about my Sight, would never touch me. It feels good, someone taking care of you. I want to stay like that forever, but my curiosity infected brain wouldn’t have that.
I open my eyes to a shocking sight. A man with blond hair and the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen, leans over me. His eyes glisten like emeralds floating in a river of milk. He has high cheek bones and full lips that appear to be smiling down at me. I smile back, then catch myself realizing the man caressing my head is lord Apollo. Apollo, the one who wants to make me his personal punching bag, his pet. Jerking upwards, I groan as an
There's Still Time.There's Still Time. in General Fiction More Like This
The rifle in his hands felt heavy, laden with the weight that always seemed to lay upon his shoulders. Not much longer though, and this would all be over. No more Armageddon, no more nightmares. At least that's what he kept telling himself. "Not much longer and this'll be finished, nothing to worry about." he muttered into the darkness. Change one detail, and all of life changes That's how it worked, and this was no different..
Crouched down, Johnny Smith shifted slightly, the damaged hip and leg gave a groan of pain and protest as he moved, and he bit down hard on his lip to stop the moan of pain from leaving his lips, and giving his position away. Swallowing it down, he shifted once more. The hall below him was slowly beginning to fill with people. "This is it.. No going back now." he murmered to himself, inching the rifle slightly out of his view, to eye the people below..
This was the only way to do things, he was sure of it. No one knew of his plans, not his friends, not
The Fall of the Morning StarThe Fall of the Morning Star.The Fall of the Morning Star in Fantasy More Like This
By Jin Whatkins.
The rain was pouring down so hard, he'd couldn't remember the last time it had rained so hard, but that didn't seem to bother him all that much, it often rained in Heaven, especially when the All Mighty was pissed.. Little dropletts ran from the ends of dark bangs, and lifting those pale brown eyes Onikawa stared up at his maker, a venomess look, as God ranted on and on about how, Earth was not a playtoy, and how Onikawa shouldn't be messing with the mortal's minds. "I only made him think he could fly, what's so wrong with that?" Onikawa spat, folding his arms over his chest, and huffing silently. God shook his head, "Its not the first time though is it, Onikawa?" Oni sighed and mimiced God as the creater stalked off. Kicking at the cloud with a foot, Oni moved over towards the edge, white wings curling around his back, he was sick of God and his interfearing. Peering down at the Earth below a sly, manic smile crossed the twisted Angel's l
A Cursed Darkness.When the lights dimmed I sat in complete silence for a couple of moments, and as the lock clinked into place, I felt my heart slowly sink. I knew now I wasn't going to be going home tonight.. This was really not what I'd planned.. But then again, had I honestly thought any of this through? No, I hadn't, I just knew that Danny was in trouble and I had to get him out of it. Which I guess in a weird sort of notion, I did.. He's out there now someplace.. But I'll stop myself before I go off into my thoughts, and start from the beginning here.A Cursed Darkness. in General Fiction More Like This
This was supposed to be a simple mission, get Tanner, and get the hell out. But my bad luck, it didn't go that way, and I shouldn't really have expected it to. I should have known James would have been lurking with some kind of evil plot, should have seen it coming. Those pills, they weren't fair you know, there was no way I would have been able to tell which was which.Right now, I feel like a big, fat failure, I had the chance to get both of us out,
I Thought I CouldI thought I could walk.I Thought I Could in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving the wheel chair forgotten.
I thought I could swim.
Dancing in the sea going deeper.
I thought I could fly.
Walking away from red and white pills.
I thought so many things,
I'm happy I have people I love to correct my crazy mind.
If I couldIf I could stay inside forever. I would.If I could in Free Verse More Like This
If I could become invincible. I would.
If I could avoid hateful eyes. I would.
With you I don't.
No need to hide the shame. For it ran away.
No need to be superman. For I don't need powers.
No need to avoid eyes. For my eyes are closed in time with your's.
With you I'm in heaven,
Let us stay together for eternity.
On The First Of JanuaryOn the 1st of January.On The First Of January in General Fiction More Like This
At the stroke of midnight.
In the village of Kohona.
Down the main path.
Between closed stalls of all kinds.
Heading towards the back of the village.
You can hear foot steps.
Not one pair.
Or three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Nine pairs of feet, running down the lane at the stroke of midnight.
So when the village wakes to morning's beckon.
When they look to the sky.
They are drawn to look back.
To the back of the village.
Where it says, in big rainbow letters.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY WORLD!"
Welcoming the world with open arms, and warm hugs.
My DaughterI stood on the red light, listening to my engine revving as it hummed in the starry sky fallen upon the city in the shape of street lamps, neon signs and car headlights. There was music on my speakers, a sad song by Tatsuya Ishii by the title of "River", and I was lost in my thoughts, gazing at the neverending dance of the steel beetles, beholding the pale repetition of beam rays as they rolled on the black-carpeted street. The wind was cold, but not silent: it bellowed its shriek on my ears.My Daughter in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, a girl stood next to my window; she looked like she was six, perhaps seven; she was shrouded in a white old shirt and a pink skirt. Her hair and her skin were fair, and there was a faint smile upon her lips. I knew what she was all about: she was going to ask me for a coin. What I was not aware of were her manners, unexpected as her intrusion in my loneliness.
- "Excuse me, can I have a coin, mister?" -she whispered, rather than said, in a soft, silky voice.
I turned to look at her. My g
I've always had a soft spot for you artistic typesThere’s something about the way your handsI've always had a soft spot for you artistic types in Free Verse More Like This
in practiced movements
when you break shards from my heart
and carefully cut yourself on each sharp edge
I know you love the way it pulls itself back together
AttentionHow can your ebony orbs not see meAttention in Free Verse More Like This
As I ruffle myself and display my feathers
Aching for your eyes to be placed on me
Once I have your attention
Invisible flames engulf my skin
Electricity hovering over my lips
As my heart franticly beats
It plays a thrumming tune in my chest
Nearly shaking me to my bones
Just with your voice
You launch me to the clouds
A secret place in the skies
To have our fingers laced
Your warmth chases away my chill
Refilling my eyes with melting chocolate
Now will you lay with me
Under these twilight stars
Charming me with this infinite bliss
Or will your heart remained cold
Unready to be thawed out
By the affection placed upon you
The PriceEver since I could rememberThe Price in Free Verse More Like This
I always had one wish
To be beautiful
My parents said I was
But, of course they would,
I'm their daughter
But in the eyes of others
I wasn't near beauty
I was the beast
And they stayed away
The ugly beast
that was bigger than the usual girl
So I forced my fingers down my throat
And emptied myself
I lost myself in the toilet
Only in hopes to become a beauty
Instead of the beast that faced me in the mirror
This obese creature that was I
With a muffin top that I refused to love
With curves that only enraged me
Time after time I would lose myself down the drain
Only in hopes to become a Beauty
EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON"Just three days behind -EPIC HAIKU QUESTION-A-THON in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Better late than never, right?
Have a platypus!" <3
"My friend, your cat is
Flying through the stratosphere,
Chasing flying fish."
Day 2: (Needed two for this one! xD)
"The cake tells untruths
Because it didn't get loved
In its sad childhood.
Its mission in life
Is to deceive others, but
All it wants is love!"
Day 3: (Points if ye get the reference in this one!)
"A wizard's beard is
As precisely as long as
He means it to be!"
Ode to the sweet stuff:
Chocolate has a bash on tongues.
It's better than sex
Ah, Freddie, my dear,
Wherefore comes thy dandiness?
Gotta be the 'stache. <3
Sugar highs are fun,
But won't make your rocket go!
... Er, that came out wrong.
Day 7: (>D THIS ONE NEEDED TO BE A LIMERICK!)
Shalafi doth think it quite fun
To cause madd'ning bunnies to run
For Raist needs no clone,
He kicks ass alone,
Because THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
X-Ray eyes see all;
But they still can't see what life
Is really here for.