Miss YouWould you be happy to knowMore Like This
You can see her eyes?
Bright blue and green
She hides a little less now
Would you be happy to know
How your family has changed?
For the better, so gratefully
Their arms are so open now
Would you be happy to know
I walked away from the pain?
I learned to fill myself up
I feel so free now
Would you be happy to know
We still think of you?
Sometimes it still feels weird
To know you're beyond reach now
Thicker Than BloodYou don't care about who I amMore Like This
Who I was
Nor who I want to be
You just want to know
How I can help you
Minimize your efforts
Towards your own goals
I'm tired of accepting this
I'm tired of putting a down payment
On a future that may never come
I've incurred no debt here
Not in this way
I don't owe you a thing
'Better Than This'You used to have it goodMore Like This
Just like the rest of us
Doing things together
Hanging out as friends
Enjoying ourselves together
With the people you knew and cared about
You seemed happy
You felt alive
Then one day it happens
Then your whole world is turned upside down
Leaving you broken
Weak and defenseless
We were there to help you cope
To try and get you through it as friends should do
It was all vain
As you turned hopeless and sour
We just could not put up with it anymore
Vain efforts to help
Cheap shots being taken
Just bitterness and pain
After you found someone else
You shielded yourself from the outside world and us
It hurt us both immensely
You do not have the slightest idea of how we really feel which is why
We just could not deal with it anymore
We just were not going to take it lying down
We took a stand and are standing by it
We are not backing down
Because we deserve better than this
Infinite PossibilitiesI didn't want thisMore Like This
This cold walking away
The barest whisper of goodbye
But could you believe
I gained infinite possibilities of being
Just by the simple expediency
Of letting you go?
Can you be happy for me?
I would understand if not
Consider then, for just a second
That you too
Have the opportunity
To fly as high as I will
Take the chance
Don't look back at me
You won't see my eyes
Or my smile
As I embrace destiny
10 Ways to Annoy Edward Cullen10 Ways to Annoy Edward CullenMore Like This
10. Sing Discovery Channel by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with Bite me, Edward.
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains or argues, reply with What are you gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?
3. Tell him his hair isnt bronze, its ginger, and he should stop denying himself hes a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room or says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to Like a Virgin by Madonna.
'Bloodshot Fight'My eyes are bloodshotMore Like This
They tire barely staying open
My body is numb as it refuses to slumber
Staying up in vain
Punishing itself day in and day out
For no reason at all
Pondering over the many things within the mind
Ending with the same result
Pain and hurt
Nothing is the way it is supposed to be
Instead of feeling free
I feel trapped
Shackled in ball and chain like a prisoner
A victim guilty of what crime?
Just on the receiving end of anguish
Inescapable and unavoidable
Caused not by myself
But by others around
Slowly changing me from within
A soul destined to suffer
Happiness I cannot attain
No matter how hard I try
It is not there
I cannot achieve it
Only when I am temporarily free do I truly feel it
It is there for a moment
A short period of time
Alas all I truly feel is this anguish
Whenever I am around here
In this place
A place with a tense atmosphere
Your EyesMore Like This
The Earth and all her jubilee and might,
and self-inflicted hardship overcome,
and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right
no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-
with science and scripture stirred and made the same,
and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,
and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,
and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,
as each one treads your lashes and your hair,
but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;
and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and don the golden makeup and disguise,
as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.
WinterIt lingers overlong in my mouthMore Like This
Like the sting of wintergreen mouthwash
Cleansing, yet numbing
I know this dormancy is needed
Slumber more so I can grow
Icicles hang from my deep freeze heart
Preserving hibernating dreams
Of when the sun once again shines
Strangers In The NightThe conifers played the piano the night you died.More Like This
On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night.
In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways.
Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us roughly together. You were given me as your human contact. And I imagine now, that I must have looked to you like the ghost you have now become.
There were others around, of course. Somebody dialled three digits and another kept people at a respectable distance. But it was I that you were dealt to preserve your life. I remember scolding you for your timing
'Missing You'I long for this feelingMore Like This
One that is always enjoyable
One that is so good each and every time
One that always just seems right
Something that I have come to know better
In this time I have been with you
Bursts and bursts of adrenaline wanting to be released
Wanting to be expelled
At the sight of you is when it happens
The rest is dormant
When you are away from me
A void makes its way through my soul
I wish to hold you in my arms
Caress your hair
Embrace you tightly
Hold you close
I want to pull you in closely
Gaze into your beautiful brown eyes
See you blush when you smile
Stare at you while motionless
I want to feel your heartbeat resonate with my own
Place my arms around your waist
Bring you in closer and closer
Only to stop midway to stare at the epitome of beauty
I long to see your beautiful face
Your amazing smile
Your comforting embrace
Your lovely kiss
Exchanging the leads over and over
Getting better as time goes on
Just holding you and never letting go until the passion ends
Half assed loveI was born to dieMore Like This
A meaningless life
I want to make you mine
But it wont turn out right
So many times I've made you cry
Made my love seem like a lie
I said I'd spend the rest of my life
With you but time's
Not on my side
But now i have a reason to be alive
Which is you, but then I made you want to die..
I'm such filth...no different then swine
I cant see the truth....I won't.. I'm so blind
Why choose me......why?
I HATE - poemMore Like This
I hate the world,
for turning its back on me
and for not caring when I
turn my back on it.
I hate people,
for not understanding
or for understanding
that belittle you
I hate lies,
they work for a second
then throw twice the pain
right back at your face.
I hate the truth
because it means
I have lied to myself
all this time.
that will never be realized
for they are like mountains that
reach into the sky, impossible to summit.
I hate brokeness,
because it means something is wrong with me
and I am not whole.
I hate pain,
thats strength rips apart my soul
and makes me cry for you.
that fall unbidden down my cheeks
showing me I am weak.
I hate knowledge,
for it is never ending
you can never have to much
or too little.
I hate stupidity,
for it blinds my eyes
and the eyes of the ones
who scorn, and laugh, and mock.
where the shadows of the past
abide, to haunt you
I hate doubt,
that consumes my mind
Do you know?Do you knowMore Like This
my eyes follow you
when you walk through the room
Can you not see the
longing in them when
we share a glance if only
for a second.
Or the pain when I advert
my gaze, uncertain that you
could ever love me.
Everyday my heart and head battle.
Should I let you go
and find someone else
or hold on for the day
you might realize it's me
who's been waiting all along.
[c] Rebecca Hinz
InfectionI hate you.More Like This
The things you do to me.
The way you make me feel.
Why can't you leave me alone?
You have taken control
of every part of me.
You have posessed my heart.
Will this pain never end.
There is no cure for the way I feel.
I am sick and you are my Infection.
[c] Rebecca Hinz
Am I not good enough for you?Plunge the knife deeper into my heart.More Like This
Push me farther toward the pain.
The blood drips from my fingers
- but you don't notice -
You see right through me,
while I look into your eyes
and see to the very depths of your soul.
- Am I not good enough for you? -
It Won't MatterI discovered that life can get you downMore Like This
But there's no need to cry
Because everything's gonna be alright
'Cause everything has to be alright
There's no need to shout
Because there are people who're gonna hold you tight
'Cause people wanna hold you tight
Life can be such hell
Lord knows that we can always tell
And life can be such bliss
Lord knows someday we're gonna get the jist
I can hope and I can dream
That I'll finally start to get what you mean
And I can scream and I can shout
That I've finally figured out what it's about
'Cause someday we'll grow up
And the good times won't ever stop
And then it won't matter what anyone said
Because we've finally put the past to bed
'Cause we've finally put the past to bed
In My DreamsIn my dreams you are thereMore Like This
Waiting for me with that smile
And we hold each other closely
Wishing that this would stay forever
Hoping and praying we don't wake up
'Cause we know that this is a dream
And we know that our love is fading
And we try to make each other feel alright
And we try to push the troubles aside
'Cause we love each other
In my dreams there's always time
For another second of sweet serenity
And we kiss
It's something so sweet that I'll miss it
When the stars fade and it's time to wake up
Hoping and praying the moon never fades
'Cause we know that this is a dream
And we know that our love is fading
And we try to make each other feel alright
And we try to push the troubles aside
'Cause we love each other
In the daylight things are so cold and quiet
That I wish to run far away
And drift into sleep where he's waiting for me to return
When the sun sinks and the starlight shines
Hoping and praying that this time I'll never wake up
'Cause we know that this isn't a dream
When People DecideWhy is it that when someone decidesMore Like This
To share their pain, their suffering, their agony with the world
There is always one person who laughs at them?
Why is it that when someone decides
To voice how they're feeling inside, express themselves
There is always one person who ridicules them?
Why is it that when someone decides
To do something for themselves, to improve their life
There is always one person who tells them they can't?
Why is it that when someone decides
To say something is wrong and needs to be changed
There is always one person who claims everything is fine?
Why is it that when someone decides
To be just a little different than others, to change their minds
There is always one person who calls them a freak?
Why is it that when people decide
That their world is their own space, their own stage
There are people who refuse to shine the light
Because they are afraid their own space will fade?
Dreaming Of YouPretty little dreamer,More Like This
Sound asleep in her bed,
Pillow rested under her head.
She loves to dream,
To slip away from reality,
To believe in love,
Because everythings a possibility,
She pictures you,
In sleeps deepest part,
She holds her dearest possession,
close to her heart.
The one thing you said reminds you of her,
The item you see and think about her,
She'll pull it close every night,
And picture you by her side.
She'll whisper into the vast loneliness of her room,
How much she really loves you,
And she'll stay up all night,
Thinking about that 'I love you Too'
She'll think about all you've said,
And all she's wanted to,
And how she's looking forward,
To a future with you.
She looks toward to living out her dreams,
And getting held by you,
The one thing she's wanted so much,
Was getting to feel loved by you.
And when she wakes up in the morning,
To you asleep next to her,
She'll kiss you and move closer,
To hold her dearest possession,
Everyday from the start
pay phoneThe dial tone hums in my ear, of the pay phone on the street corner.More Like This
The buttons i press play an obscure melody
as the icy wind scrapes at my neck
as the snow begins to dust my shoulders.
lightly over the howling wind i hear the ringing
her phone is ringing...
the streetlight casts an orange haze on the snow
i grip my coat tighter to my body yet still
the cold wind is more constricting.
whilst her phone still rings i count my hasted breaths.
the awaited click, my eyes brighten in the relief of anticipation,
her voice quicker than mine. "Sorry, I'm not here at the moment,
please leave me a message at the beep and i'll get back to you later."
followed immediately by the forewarned beep.
a light sigh spills forth from my mouth, my face pressed against the glass
my breaths collect and fog.
ever since fall, i've been just another missed call.
the winter is so cold, and so long.
Gone Too LongI feel sick,More Like This
My misses has dismissed her presence from me,
Seeming to deem that work is overwhelming,
No time, yet her love is so kind,
I have to buy what she sells because my love is so blind,
Like Tivo, my mind presses rewind,
Trying to pack clues together like the scene fits the crime,
Refuse to be suspicious of my misses,
Unlike Confucius I would take the future like money to the riches,
My heart beats on the rise,
Like climbing to the sky, my eyes feel more alive,
Lungs more open,
And my mouth open wide,
Finally have the fortitude to ask back the love of my life,
To pry her from this prison encaptured in a cataclysmic rhythm,
To trap her in my prism contained my heart is golden,
She's my chosen,
Woven into my fabric of life,
Only time will tell if you'll be my wife,
Losing HerLove is an art,More Like This
You spark the first kiss in the dark,
The bliss in the art is rich,
So you hit my heart like bricks from the start,
You left me in awe,
Caught off guard like beats with a nod,
Were peas in a pod,
You bring sweetness like angels from God,
Ill take you to moms,
We drink lemonade on the summer lawn,
Some of my moms great cooking,
Is the sum of my all,
No Mom Im not in her drawls,
But shes beautiful to the last drop,
I keep negating fate,
With elating faith,
But maybe dates are just a minute late,
Since the last tirade,
You were irate,
Tried to integrate,
The dissipation of my hate,
But it was too late,
To apologize in your current state,
So as I leave you this message on your phone,
Let's let bygones be bygones and let our love carry us on
She's Like No OtherShe makes me feel like no other,More Like This
Her touch is like one thousand doves,
A thousand loves wouldnt equal to her one hug,
The way she looks,
The ways she talks,
The way she puts her head on my shoulder when days are dark,
One day well make it and well be living large,
Love of my life I want you in my arms,
So strong that this love is an unbreakable bond,
Like an element with an unreachable boiling point,
We can be,
The next best things since angels made house calls in the evening,
Believing in the trust that we have,
Like a fire to a match,
We matched like a good performance with a clap,
That diamond ring is in the future,
Dont want to lose ya,
Then my life would be impossible,
The universal solvent water couldnt dissolve this truth,
Now that I have you,
The world is secondary,
Because the world lives through you,
Love BluesI was looking into yesterday,More Like This
Looking at pictures with you and me happy,
Sadly that didnt last long,
Since you were long gone,
Fell in love with someone,
And left me all alone,
You were my chosen love,
Like Gods angel from above,
Missing your kisses and hugs,
Like mama bear and her cubs,
Stuck on the past,
Wishing it would last,
Reality is so bitter,
So with the past it caught a snag,
Now my hearts with pain and rage,
Like a dog in a cage,
I turn the page with the blame,
Trying to keep my sanity,
But your love taunts the man in me,
Handing me love notes,
But the words blur my clarity,
So as I play the waiting game,
I know the love wont be the same,
But any love from you,
Can clear my blues away,
Ignorance is SuicideI'm waiting for you.More Like This
Like a dog beside the table,
knowing that you're fully able
biting off more than you can chew.
You sedate me.
With hollow truths
and see through lies
I took it all
You were my soul mate.
Denying all who came across
What you've gained is what I've lost
Walking by me as I fall.
I still laugh.
On my behalf I was quite smitten
When all those words there were then written
But I've moved past the subjugation
Formed a new foundation
And I laughed
Until the tears
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
An Intellectual UprisingI rise high like the sun,More Like This
Spit fire like a smoking gun,
Take each step like its my last,
While my words remain golden,
Yes I have tripped,
But never have I fallen,
A fire burns deep inside,
Like an atom bomb explosion,
Erosion by proportion occurs very potent,
So my suggestion, prepare for the worse like its the present,
Crash through tribulations like armor piercing bullets in split seconds,
I can't keep running but then I think about the moment,
That the best is in my chest like the S unlike the rest,
Self-worth is heaven sent so I'll take every cent,
And bend the chains of society with my intellect,
Then a natural force in the youth will bring out the best
Art In The NightYou say you want to see some art,More Like This
Its better than living in the dark,
Show me some light love,
So you can set my world apart,
Can I walk with you?
It'll only be a moment,
This moment is my chosen fate,
So my wait is just an omen,
Seconds turn into minutes,
And minutes into hours,
My arrival sparks the chemistry,
And you missing me is entitled,
I have no other rival,
Unless your denial overwhelms my love for you,
Pure and true,
When it touches you it'll turn your blues around to set the mood,
The love of the arts,
With me and you and the night sky,
We're in a portrait of loving,
And its composed of watercolors and the right light,
Frozen TimeBaby when I look in your eyes,More Like This
Sighs from the inside appear on the out where my emotions collide,
Fluctuations meet their demise,
As my heart beats rhythmically my words arrive,
To say that I love you,
The blues meets the truth when you don't do the things you do,
Like a pirate without his loot,
And a plant without its roots,
I suffer dehydration because your love is my H2,
To the O,
You make my soul glow,
The role that you play is way before gold,
Slow to the hate that makes the heart fold,
My dues have been paid so save it for the toll,
All I want for ChristmasPresents wrapped up in ribbonsMore Like This
Boxes decorated with bows
What I want for Christmas
No one knows
What I want for Christmas
Can't be bought in a store
It can't be wrapped with paper
What I want mean much much more
Then a wrapped up box
Underneath the Christmas tree
It's a fragile as glass
But I'll get it, you'll see
I'll work as hard
As one woman can
Just to prove to you
That I want you as my man
I don't want a card
And jewelry will never do
Because all I want for Christmas
sensationI. i love you in the winter.More Like This
when the sky gets lazy
and your eyes do your laughing for you,
and the color seeps from your hair in the shower.
you would rather drink tea in a cold house,
swept up in one of my scarves
than dye your hair again,
so you sigh to me its fading
and your roots are coming in dark.
its your own fault anyway, but i adore you when you complain.
II. you blame me for your hands,
because they fascinate me when they dry out.
little alien riverbeds, pink and white,
flow red when you play the piano for too long in january.
the keys are sanguine
and stick together.
when you cant play moonlight sonata,
you tell me its my fault youve been bleeding on the ivories again.
i wrap you in a blanket and refuse to let go.
you pretend to struggle, and play your hands on my waist like an aria.
III. and riding in the car with you and your friends
(while ice kisses the tires,
im pretty sure were going to die)
it isnt the skidding that tur
sneakers full of snowmoistMore Like This
with a slush
I walk alone
about this design
in the heart
of the empire
of an engineer,
tiring of existence
and the idea of
or buying it
I am a joke
for the gods,
a free spirit in an
I walk among
and still without
my fellow man,
ducks have died
work boots trek
and riddled not
in the bleached
fouled by the
of tire tracks,
my cold breath
joins the steam
of my coffee
and the span
of my life
the snow of
against the grain
only to fall in l
Aquaman drowned in the bathtubWhenMore Like This
the last track
and I close
I see my old shoes
hanging from the power-lines
in las vegas,
their sway unchanged
in my absence,
I see the faces
I have known,
and sandwich bags
scarred my pallet,
and left me
of the taste
of the smell
of the escape,
do I fantasize
Volcano FlyIn the latest hour of the nightMore Like This
she leaves him alone on the bed
where he is asleep and she cannot.
She thinks of him as a volcano, but because they are one
she is the eruption
and scares herself by believing she will one day implode
and destroy them both.
He has the same fear
and sometimes wakes up the instant her body isn't touching his.
He watches her leave, conjuring the words to beg her back but he never uses them.
He wants to ask her where she goes
He wants to ask her why she goes
He wants to ask her why she is going to explode and destroy them both.
Her eyes are like house flies with transluctant wings
and in that they will inevitably die once every twenty-four hours.
He believes sometimes that she can fly if she wants
and wonders if that is what she does when she leaves him at night.
Except, when she returns her eyes are usually glistening with tears
and he doesn't think that he would cry if he could fly.
No, he thinks she leaves him on the twenty-fourth hour so that she
rooming house bluesin my poorly litMore Like This
cubicle of a room
where I'm often
living out of my window
and in the reflection
I cast upon it
my thumb slid
through the bits
of christmas music
and talentless racket
mediated by static
latin jazz laid
in my ears
and far enough
through the walls
of me being
all the while;
the pen shakes
the smoke dances
the neighbors sigh,
the phone rings
the letters lay
in a room
just close enough
to be noticed
is a conference
of the birds
cracking the thin
sleeve of ice
lining the branches
of an oak,
too lazy or
to fly south
fit right in
2 Sides to Every SoulI love the way you enter my every thought.More Like This
I love the randomness of who you are
I love how you quickly answer the phone.
I love how you walk by clueless.
I love how you meet me eagerly.
RectanglesAnd in slow timeMore Like This
the rectangles would
vibrating in tandem with
pulse of the sky
the trees that hovered over head
soaking up the deep
soft sweet oranges
Copperdeep fireMore Like This
pouring over raging waters
from tamed elements
edged in blood
by red strings of fate
ever closer to
unity and completion
End of the SkyI reachedMore Like This
the end of the sky
and all the colors
faded to white
where i realized
i wasn't alone
i was at the center
and we were it.
RebellionHallucinateMore Like This
and cry your shame
blood running down
the honorable name
of grief and remorse
but whos the one
that opened the doors
feather fall and feather bleed
They're taking the lead
You And MeTheres only so muchMore Like This
I have left to say
None of its in words
The soft touch of hands
The meeting of lips
Was the last thing i had
When i walked away
Onto the train to nowhere i knew
The sky was so pretty
But nothing matched you
These matches smell like chemicals
To my defeated brain
But the nicotine
Wraps round my heart
And promises to keep me sane
When the sky falls down
And Im tracing these tracks
Trying to find my roots
And getting lost in the facts
You're the only detail
The only leaf left green on the branch
You're the last hope
You're my only chance
And when I walked away sugar when i walked away
Could you feel me there?
My mind never left
I never left your side
Not all these silly years
How time slides by
When you have nothing left to hold on to
And when I come back to find you you're waiting there for me
Just like you never left
You're even in the same dress
Looking like the last daisy in the field
Bright and shining
Please forgive me i didn't know
Sleep Well"Wait...that's my bag in J---This is my tent!" A frantic flurry of movement accompanied the noises of disgust and frustration as Jeremy laughed.More Like This
"Well, would you rather go out there with the hippos...or stay in here with the horses head?"
"I...I've never had to think about that one before."
Quiet had settled over the camp. Cameramen, directors, and animals were sound asleep, the soft nature sounds of Botswana drifting over the landscape.
One Richard Hammond, however, was finding it awfully difficult to sleep with the stench of a three-day-old horses head lingering about his tent. With a huff he grabbed one unsullied blanket and a pillow, fumbling his way from the mesh-and-nylon confines of his shelter.
Soft pastel yellow shone dully in the silver moonlight, an odd congregation of angles and curves highlighted with gentle shadow. The little Opel Kadett rested low on wide tires, almost flat from the amount of air let out to stay on soft sand. Dust had settled itself over the
Street SignHer footsteps echoed to the beat of the song, sneakers tapping against pavement.More Like This
We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week...
She looked up, the late-night fog wrapping itself around one of the yellowing, familiar streetlamps. It's circle of light on the ground was chilling, her breath glimmering in the glow.
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away...
The shaded street post stood out like a neon sign. Dark green rectangles with crisp white lettering, on a tall metal pole. The mark of where Winchester Avenue met with Smithson Lane.
You have stolen my heart...
The silence rang sharp in her ears, echoes of crashes, screaming. A soft voice almost breaking, saying "I love you, I always will, so much..." Remembering the gentle touch of a much-stronger hand.
Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say g
PlainTake me with youMore Like This
on that speeding road to n o w h e r e
cold seeping through my bones
like w i n d in my hair
Look around, the blinders off
can't see the world before me
are [closing in]
tightening the feeling
drawing p a t t e r n s in the sand
only for time to waste them
can't stand the thought
of going through
another useless argument
Just t a k e m e w i t h y o u
into that dark a b y s s m a l plain
and I can rest with you forever more
in sweet silence
cold and deep.</i>
Truth and Beauty BombsYou're beautifulMore Like This
not like a flower
which will wither and die with time
not like the landscape barren and cold
with change of season
you're nothing like the tempest seas
(which though, you claim to be)
and the graceful clouds upon the summer sky
have nothing to compare
like the red blood that flows in our veins
like the fire through the forest
you're savage and wild
untamed and unbridled
bursting with the dark, earthen passion
that we've all hidden deep below
in ways that I can never be
and I'm honored
I can see it
FateWhen sky turns blue todayMore Like This
I want to hear your voice
When the clouds rain down thunder
I want to feel your hand
when the lightning cracks the sky and the air bleeds thick red tears
when the fire comes to earth
when the wrath of God comes down
when the vengeance of a thousand waiting souls
with nothing left to give
nothing left to lose
Comes crashing through the shield
of our rosy colored glasses
When the sky and the ground the trees and the stars sing in harmony
voices so loud that we can't bear but to cry
and beg our mercy from the fate we KNOW WE'VE WROUGHT....
when the world ends
and humanity is dying
choking its last gasping breaths
from disappearing air
I want to see you standing tall
just like you always have.
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
If someone asked me..If someone asked a couple months ago, that if I ever missed you. I would have bit my lip and turned away. Holding back tears of pain, happiness, regret. Thousands of memories playing over and over through my mind. Memories of us, laughing, kissing, acting as if nothing could ever bring us down.More Like This
But now, if someone asked me if I missed you, the answer would be yes. Just plain and simple, I thank you for the love you've given me, and all the good times we've shared, despite the fights and hateful words. I look back and see that it won't ever work again even if we tried. Our friendship was altered, but was it worth it? Loosing such a good friend, I could turn to you for almost anything. But now I don't dare try that, I feel so distant from you, it's like I barely even know you.
I know that we'll both find someone else, it's only a matter of time sweetie. We just have to keep our heads held high, our eyes wide open. We're still young, don't expect everything to happen right now
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
hearts.I think its funny how everyone draws hearts but no one bothers to fill them in.More Like This
So theyre always empty?
A pause, and then, sadly: So theyre like yours.
I wish I could fill your heart in for you. I have a black pen, do you think itll help any?
When I say hearts, what do you think of?
They make things run.
But they die.
Some are rechargeable.
And most arent.
My heart gets lonely, some days. It feels like its the only star in the sky. It misses you, sometimes.
But no one was listening.
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
Moments Never GoneYou know the feeling when the wind rushes by you and you pull it into your lungs?More Like This
You take a deep breath, running your fingers through your hair, you close your eyes.
Then you smile to yourself and open your eyes.
So you stare up at the blinding light in the cathedral sky and watch the clouds fly past.
You seem to be left behind and you wonder, Where are they headed that I cannot go?
Yes, this is the moment I want to keep.
I wish that when I breathed in the wind it would stay inside.
Instead, the moment is only there for that second, and then its gone.
You sit still with the sound of music blaring in your ears, nothing else but the pen, paper and your mind exists.
Your mind races and you cannot seem to write as fast as the words are thought.
The words become a burden but you still believe they are the only way to say what you mean.
So, you smile to yourself and write it down.
Yes, this is the moment I want to keep.
I wish my mind were a book that I could j
Those MomentsIt was those moments that you lived for.More Like This
Those moments you just couldnt help but have a huge grin on your face. That indescribable feeling that was so wonderful. The laughing that annoyed everyone, but you just really didnt care. The silent giggles that were unstoppable. Your friends laughter that made you happy no matter what. The rush of hearing a piece of music, or seeing a show for the first, or millionth time, and getting goosebumps. The feeling leaving you wanting more. The moments that you want to cherish forever, and never forget.
It was those moments that made you feel alive.
Confusion.I have never been good with telling how I feel. I have separated what seems to be my two emotions as 'on happy pills' and 'off happy pills'.More Like This
But recently, I have been feeling.
I've felt scared, happy, sad, hopeful. I have felt things that I forgot were things you could feel. Things I don't know how to put into words.
And it scares me.
Though I know the root, I do not want to admit it. I cannot spend too long without the root, or the emotions go haywire. It's becoming frustrating.
It's becoming fucking ridiculous.
And I'm becoming paranoid. Paranoid of everything. Of what will happen if the world ends, of what will happen if I become dependent.
But mainly, what will happen if my root leaves.
I am rarely truely happy, but with the root, I feel different. No longer simply 'content' or 'not content'. No longer 'on pill' or 'off pill'.
And it scares me. It fucking sends me into hyperventilation. So many things could go wrong. So many things have gone wrong before.
I can feel myself falling
TimeTimeMore Like This
The minutes drag as she waits for him to return to her.
Her eyes are fixed on the clock, her naivety tells her
That he will be back soon, for he had promised her so.
Deep down she is insecure, and knows that there was falseness
In his reassuring voice. Her mind races and her heart
Is torn in two directions. She doesn't know what to do.
Should she stay and continue to wait, or should she leave for
A new promise of love. A fleeting glance away from the clock
And her eyes return to the hypnotizing pendulum.
The glimpse of a shadow tells her that he has rejoined her.
Her head swivels and realizations soon form in her mind:
Tricks are being played upon her heart, he is not there.
Slowly she rises from the comfort of her chair and walks
Away from the clock, moving towards new assurances.
Her eyes glance back, once, twice, and maybe just another time
Until she stops, her eyes unmoved from the clock once again.
InstinctIn control and animal,More Like This
Instincts and socially acceptable collide and fuse,
Like the water and oil in a fire.
The choices between prey and predator,
Never escape a sharp mind.
No my friend,
That is my gravity,
Pulling unnoticed intensely, constantly.
Every movement programmed,
I invented the original stealth mode.
Locked on target,
The ever question arises in my mind.
Fight or Flee?
Consumed by instinct and emotion,
I am forever,
SoundtrackThe emotions of a love song entwined with the anguish of rock; the soundtrack to my pathos is ever loitering in the background, amplifying the ceremonial thrust of the sword through my heart with each flash of a memory and conveying the theatrical aftermath perfectly with each note. Tragically the lyrics fit so perfectly, yet each word is not powerful enough to explain such pain.More Like This
Even I cannot conjure the words to elucidate these feelings. I talk for hours, pour over the dictionary; none can bring any joy - useless like an unwritten song. The silence in a concert thats deafening.
Such emptiness. Such sorrow. Such unforgiving hopelessness.
A broken heart. A broken soul. A broken life.
Whats left but a tempting approach to death and a curious thought that maybe it has the empathy to take away this pain.
Irritable...More Like This
Deep and dark, the beast he lurks
Down below the rolling tides
Slowly he floats through the murk
Gleaming with phosphorous fires
Planks creak on through slapping waves
The echo through the silence skims
Fish startle from dark fleshy caves
As shivers leap through silent limbs
Mournful songs of lonely whales
Tremor and rise in rending loops
A great beak gapes, the music fails
A storm of thrashing ...
...ends this tail.
Dance with DepressionYou Dance with Depression,More Like This
In the Ballroom of life,
The music of Misery,
The steps of Strife.
You waltz with Woe,
And sally with Sadness,
And prance with your Pain,
And mingle with Madness.
Your mood is contagious,
The other's step's slow,
Your frown fills the room,
Bringing high spirits low.
You suffer, shun the Smile,
And cut off Good Cheer.
You sidestep from Sympathy,
While Tears sidle near.
You slowdance with Sorrow,
Joy doesnt know the steps,
Gratitudes in the corner,
But you move to Shame next.
The music hasn't stopped,
But you only have Pain,
Because Happiness left,
Leaving Sadness and Shame.
Grey WolfIn blacker thanMore Like This
was the wolf
that met you
and you were
not a ghost
or a figment of leftover dream
you were grey wolf
and the forest
could not consume you
you rested on
the midnight warmth of its tongue
became one with the pitch
and emerged indelible
the sky was open-faced
an ancient auntie
who loved your conception
wrinkled with stars,
it smiled on your completion
fell from your fingers
was swallowed by earth
and sang from soil
in tender sprouts
of trees that hold
the stories of all the ancestors
in tear-shaped leaves
that fall into the autumn
of God's bosom.
Sagacious StreamsIn the catalog of comfort,More Like This
order a hug.
And all of a sudden,
life's snag is un-snug.
Problems melting gently,
Pleasure, only mentally
Your secret sun sets lazily,
Your moon mostly merrily.
Drift in a boat,
no fear, you float
no chance to gloat
Your life is your moat.
What does your life need?
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
15 de octubre des 2010 2I had just finishedMore Like This
cleaning the house
the day you
kicked me out
it is only now
I left that house
Fall, not winterheartbreakMore Like This
comes in small bites
more like an autumn's breeze
than any summer storm
no strong men die
but even the strongest
don a jacket until
the leaves come back
the one that got byI told myself I would neverMore Like This
write a love song;
so I didn't.
I wrote the truth;
I remember when I saw you and I couldn't talk to you
when I used to hide in all the places you were walking through
just to gawk at you I was borderline stalking you
you had a bangin' frame held up with good posture oh
like foreign land you made a man wanna conquer you
but us getting together wasn't probable
all the failed attempts with other men had really got to you
it was written on Your face I had to wipe it off of you
I walked up like this might sound a little awkward true
but it looks to me like you could use a couple problems boo
you'll be my daydream I'll just be that nightmare that follows you
here's my number program it so you know who's calling you
I could have got you fancy flowers and some chocolate too
but that type of stuff for the buzzards and the cockatoos
I lost my cool you're hotter than what lava-rocks in saunas do
I'm gathering the pieces of the heart i got to offer you;
love is a life s
Things you never forget.You never forget:More Like This
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeMore Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
Being BlackBeing Black.More Like This
Being black is not using slang.
Being black is not being a "gangsta" or illiterate.
Being black is not knowing how to rap and brag about how awesome you are.
Being black is not saying "nigga" every two or three words, eating fried chicken, knowing how to shoot hoops, sagging, or hating "white folks."
All of those things are stereotypes society has faked us into believing so that we will be divided and forever be considered ignorant, and slaves to a false identity.
Being an "oreo."
Being an "oreo" is not being a black person who is well read.
Being an "oreo" is not being a black person who likes music outside of rap and R&B.
Being an "oreo" is not liking manga or videogames more than sports.
Being an "oreo" is not knowing how to act without cursing, being disruptive, or trying to out man someone.
There is no such thing as being an "oreo." There is only being a black person who doesn't conform to the stereotype we cast upon ourselves.
Being black is being a person of color,
DeadheadI'm sorry to say, but it needs to be saidMore Like This
The light in my head is very much dead.
Why do I say the light in my head is very much dead?
I'll tell you why since it needs to be said.
I spent all night laying, laying in my bed
Though believing it a bed you'd be misled
It's just thread spread on the floor instead
That is where I rest my head.
Now I'm off my tread....
What was it that I said that needs to be said?
Right, the light. In my head. The light in my head is dead.
I sat in my bed, picking at thread, lost in my head
trying to find new ways to say what I want said.
But nothing came to me as I sped through my head picking thread from my bed.
Time fled by, night bled dry, and all was still left unsaid
Still I was no closer to saying what I wanted said from my head.
"Why can't I say what I want to be said?" I ponder in my bed.
"This a problem, a disease, I need to find the right med.
Maybe I need more blood in my head!"
So for the sake of saying what needed to be said,
I used my bed to s
Follow TomorrowCome on! Come on and follow!More Like This
Follow me to tomorrow!
Tomorrow, away from all the sorrow.
The sorrow of being.... hollow.
Come tomorrow, tomorrow.... I'll still be hollow.
Hollow, hollow. Space for sorrow.
Time's not as thorough...
I'll still be hollow sorrow tomorrow.
Would... would you still follow?
If you follow me and my sorrow
Follow me to tomorrow,
I won't be as hollow, less room for sorrow.
Perhaps outgrow? Outgrow the hollow of sorrow?
For you, I'll outgrow the hollow of sorrow
Cause of you, Woe of sorrow turns to shallow shadow
Just follow the hollow, though be more thorough than time and tomorrow.
And then, when all is said and done, It's you I'll follow.
Chinese Persona MasterMore Like This
When the winter nights seemed to get cold,
I howled for your warmth, scratching your door.
You always came for me, scratching my ears.
I nestled by your bed, sleeping so soundly.
As the days went by,
Japanese Dramatization 3 The Summer NightsMore Like This
In the summer nights, the fan blows over your face, feeling so cool.
The sheets almost off the bed as you move around in hard slumber, while
the crickets chirp outside your window.
In the winter nights, the window fogs up. Small fluffs of white powder
silently drift upon the ground. Everyone is around the fireplace drinking
warm soothing cocoa.
bittersweet symphony -c-i.More Like This
you are my world.
the amount of scars
you give me,
i always come running back
(your arms wide open).
because i be(lie)ve
that you can change.
when we met i remember
seeing the sunset in your eyes
and i remember immediately
giving myself away
run along my spine
and i hear you murmur,
and I know it's true;
because i've known you,
i'll never be able to love another.
i gave you my heart and soul
(why haven't you given me yours?)
i feel my heart
getting heavy as
we're tangled under
sheets. youre the sex and
the music. as your stone-cold
heart beats those
hollow beats, i carefully
and it's scenes like
this that will be the death of us.
i should know better,
i should walk (run) away from you
and the hurt and the lies and
the damn inconsistencies
i guess i'm a sucker for pain
so keep dishing it,
i love it when you
tear me apart.
i wonder if i'll
ever get tired of this
winning streak -c-i.More Like This
you're the kind of kid
that wakes up at the hour
when addicts are finally collapsing
into that raw forgetfulness
and the college kids are shit deep in coffee
that no longer tastes like anything but panic
and nervous wrecks.
when we were young we would compare scars,
yours were always worse
and it makes me wonder why
your head is always filled with images of
slamming doors, closed-in walls and
one morning (is it still morning
if we don't fall asleep?),
you walked in with your whittled face
torn apart and band-aided.
i noticed, somehow, your clothes were unscathed,
save the blood splotches on your collar.
that was the week of your winning streak.
you've got your eyes set to kill and
i don't think you realize that youre
slowly digging your grave.
every time i touch you,
a rattle snake squirms up your spine.
i don't know if it's the open wounds
or my cold, bony fingers,
but i'm sick of the hissing noise
before you pass out.
as you lay on the floo
WingsMore Like This
The hot protest of your mouth
when you bite your lip
and taste blood and angels
is that moment I believe in God.
I once found him
in a basket of your bones
where you made him a song
and made me a believer
with your dangerous thoughts
and the sweet heresy of your wings...
and when the music stops. one.More Like This
i tried to dance on the breath of time with you, but
i only ended up tripping.
i would've let you be the rocket if i would've been space.
[space is black, lonely, empty.
rockets are hopeful, beautiful. rockets are goingsomewhere.]
this is the shadow of a memory, the breath of a chance.
we could've spent the rainy days chasing the dreams in your heart.
and maybe, if we had more time, we could've looked into ourselves and thought of ourselves as a garden.
maybe then we would've realized that the weeds are there for a reason.
maybe then you would've believed me when i called you beautiful.
we put veils over the parts of ourselves we wanted to hide.
you breathed waterfalls and holes and explosions.
[as much as you loved beautiful things, you were best at destruction.]
i found comfort in your shadow, but your shadows never were very forgiving. i only managed to get lost, without a co
ocean burning.one.More Like This
before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.
now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.
sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.
the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.
you were the waves.
she was the sand.
you'd stay up late and watch re-runs of old movies on tv, all the while wishing you had a road map to hope, because
maybe then you wouldn't feel so lost. you looked at the stars and saw happiness and wondered why you couldn't be up there, and all the time
you were missing the present.
she wished she was a volcano, and maybe then she'd explode a
photographs of us.one.More Like This
the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.
i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.
we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.
but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.
i was too busy staring at you.
we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never join.
your voice broke my thoughts. 'isn't it amazing how humans can link one piece of land to another with bridges like this one?'
i could only nod and wish someone would invent bridges to link people.
bridges that no one would ever knock down.
'love is a lie,' you told me. it was winter, snow falling around us, and i reached for your hand in the cold