Crown of thornsThe Crown of thorns that beholds the fallen .More Like This
The blasphemous blood shall weep unmourning.
Lead me my love, through the gateway divine .
All intents and purpose, hell be so refine.
Thee naked maiden, with only skin to bare ,
forever void of soul, and yearning stare.
The crown now placed upon the blamed heart ,
a defeating beat shall tear it apart.
Deliver thy pain, accepting pleasure .
Consume thy soul, now is lost forever.
Bear-WomenWe roar with our voiceMore Like This
Ferocious glares from our eyes
Yet, we have soft hearts
The Flower upon my GraveIf ever a flower doth sproutMore Like This
From atop my stalwart head
It’d be a rose baring thorns
For I shan’t rest easy yet.
Disposable LoverI am your heroMore Like This
And your prison
And I'm abandoned by you.
I was only used
To get over the old
And onto the new.
And I hate it.
I hate you so damn much
But I love you, too.
It isn't fair,
The way you go around
And do the things you do.
"That's it, we're through."
I'm done being your
Tossed and torn puppet.
Your truths are so very few.
You do nothing but
Lie and steal,
Suffocate me till I'm blue.
I want to be done
But you know I'll just fall again,
So you call me back to you.
Sometimes, I wish that I could die
And sleep forever
To dream that I never knew,
To pretend you were always mine
And you were never cruel
And that it was a love that was true.
Don't CryHow's it feel MamaMore Like This
can you feel their pain?
Your ghosts are real Mama
not some late night matinee.
For every heart you've broken
a hundred tears you pay.
Was it worth it Mama
the choices that you made?
Do you see the stains Mama
from all the beds in which you've laid?
Your lists of sins are climbing
how many jokers have you played?
Are you sorry Mama
now that you reap what you've sown?
It hurts, don't it Mama
knowing I'll never be your home?
The cycle forever circles
the one you love will always go.
But don't cry Mama
hypocrisy we don't condone.
No don't cry Mama
the lies have ever been your own.
subcutaneousi want to wear the shadows of his teethMore Like This
like a necklace,
blooming teal and violet
on the edges of my collarbones.
addled conceptionsstomach twisting,More Like This
tight like ringlets,
empty without sin
and ready to be filled
and trivialities bought cheap;
can't help but accept belittled promises
and quick fixes
to parasitic forms of paradise stored
in the wrinkle creases
of the world.
repetition is simple
easy to corral
and fester in the half lights of humanity;
peace never reeked
of yeast the way it does now.
empty bottles rattle like cages
for the innocent;
holding babies they smash
into granite eyes
sending reddening foetuses
to the middle
of the deep.
it must hurt to wake
and find your bones knitting together
into a stiff-spined carapace,
able but unwilling
to carry the weight
of salt-dusted sin
and the filthy shame it leaves
in leftover ashes;
to know that you are the lesser for it all,
that had you a better tongue,
a softer skeleton,
you would have saved more
than your own dirty,
note 68i've a talent inMore Like This
turning men into gods.
i sow their voices
into commandments and
their breaths into
how he gives me life.
how he takes it away.
poem for MarrakechI think perhaps I am you,More Like This
my hennaed fingertips
on the sun-red brick of your skin,
your wooden intricacies
in the moulding of my flesh,
your fractal tilework in bursts
under my eyelids,
your delicate streets, your artful
confusion, your reeling, your silence,
in my chest, nestled up to my heart—
I think that I could reach out to touch
and feel the corresponding prod
somewhere deep inside,
some ancient and arcane nook
I think that there is a fundamental
in which we coalesce—
in which the places we are from
never leave us.
lose itI loved youMore Like This
as I am going to lose you:
steadily, and without artifice.
like the clearing of floodwaters.
like the healing of a wound.
there is something within me
that does not permit permanence,
something rancid inside
that slowly wears through—
I cannot keep. I lose. I lose.
but I am determined, this time,
to do it gracefully. to make it
into a skill that I can perfect,
a performance that commands awe,
a sideshow of precious things
slipping through my fingers.
somewhere, behind a curtain,
on a rickety platform
surrounded by strangers,
I am losing you
as I have loved you:
willingly, and without reservations.
with the depth of an ocean.
with the tenderness of a bruise.
Past the Break (of Dawn)Till the pain of loneliness is goneMore Like This
Lie with me, say that it's not wrong.
You fever for more than my skin alone,
So I'll sing you one of my nonsense songs.
Gently I sweep your hair from your eyes;
It falls like dark waves and shadows your brow.
For you I'd be strong, but tonight we've shed lies,
Shed pretensions, dropped our masks after our bow.
I swear by this moment to keep my arms 'round you tight,
If you swear by something sacred to do the same.
You don't have to fear, I won't leave you in the night.
(I wonder, when you're old, will you remember my name?)
No one really hears my aching soul the way you do.
Why must the dawn break and the night have to fall?
There are no words as to why it breaks my heart in two;
With my empathetic lenses, keen and dark, so does it all.
If you will only say to me, with all honesty, "Please stay,"
We'll see hope need not shatter with the morning sun.
Help me take this life day by day --
For lives nearly gone need something d
hummingbirds only fly in the sun hummingbird girl,More Like This
you are the sunlight twinkling
in my eyes. a letter addressed
to no one ended up on nobody's
doorstep, dancing around odysseus
and his iliad. the gods whisper
in your ears at night, lending you
their words to paint onto brittle
parchment. you are a mystery
cloaked in fragments and fabricated
wings, the taste of the universe
on my tongue. if i could unlock
the cage i would set you free,
but my nimble fingers aren't good
for anything except tying knots
in heartstrings that aren't my own.
, the tempestyour dizzy breath fascinates the wings of birdsMore Like This
overhead - remember to drink
the luck of the universe; swirl her around
inside your mouth
and when morning comes and your tiny lungs
g a s p
dream of the innocent.
F.O. (Friendship Over)We are not friendsMore Like This
There is no more ryhme or reason
Not just a change in the season
No hurt or pain to hide
and has nothing to do on the outside
We are not friends
not now, not tomorrow or any longer
Not today, someday or even after
But was, in the could have, would have, no more
Not in any instance, none in the future
So let it end, let it breakdown to the core
Nothing is left to talk about, nothing more
A closed door, a broken bridge, and only emptiness
I've traded it all on this new perception of happiness
Because we can never be, what should be, what could be
so this sad song has to end and queue it in three
two, one, zero. The dance is over, the mask in on
all that is left is silence, all else is gone
For what is love, when love is gone?
What is friendship when there is no connection?
Even acuintances has more meaning to each other
To each other now, we are strangers, maybe this is better
Maybe it is, maybe this is really better
Toy Story: ReunitedWhile I have been writing Jessie/Buzz lately, I think I should show all of you how I brought Bo Peep back in a full story (instead of just a small note in one story.)More Like This
"Rockin' around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop!" played off of Bonnie's iPod, which was on a speaker.
All the toys were partying everywhere, singing Christmas carols, and some noticing the snow falling outside.
"OOooOOH!" the little aliens said, staring out the window.
"The sky has frozen its tears and they are falling towards the earth!" one said.
"All hail the great clouds that give us this miracle!" another said.
Even though Christmas wasn't for a few more days, everyone was having a great, joyous time!
Except for one toy
"Hey Woody, what's got you so down?" Buzz asked, sliding up next to Woody, who was sitting on the edge of Bonnie's bed.
Woody looked up and said "Buzz, you got a little lipstick everywhere."
Aftermath - Chapter 3Fabricated FearsMore Like This
Jessie was used to abandonment by now. She had been donated by Emily, locked away in storage by Al, and now even Andy had left her behind. The feeling of being abandoned was nothing new for Jessie, but the feeling that she was the one doing the abandoning was, and she didn't care for it one bit.
Unfortunately, try as she might, Jessie couldn't seem to break free of it, of this feeling that she had abandoned her friends. After all, if it hadn't been for her and her stupid ideas, Buzz wouldn't be missing almost two full days of his memories, Mr. Potato Head wouldn't have spent a long night in "the Box," and she wouldn't still be picking flecks of green paint out of her hair days after the abuse had occurred. Rex wouldn't have had his tail forcibly removed for an afternoon, Slinky wouldn't have had his spring stretched almost to breaking, and Woody
Woody wouldn't have had to choose between his friends and his owner
Woody wouldn't have had to say goodbye
A Common BondJessie swung her legs back and forth in the air as she lay on the floor; the book she was reading was softly lit by the night light that still glowed next to the toy box. Andy had long outgrown the need for it, but Jessie was glad neither he nor his mom had removed it. She looked up as she heard a soft thump from the bed and saw Buzz crouched on the floor, frozen lest the noise had awakened Andy. Jessie tilted her head as she watched the Space toy moving stealthily to the bedroom door. As he peered into the hallway, curiosity got the better of her and she pushed herself off the floor. "Howdy, Buzz!" she whispered loudly, sneaking up behind him. "Whatcha doin'?"More Like This
Buzz jumped a few inches in to the air. "Craters, Jessie," he swore, resting his hand over his chest. "Don't do that!"
She giggled and rocked back on the heels of her boots.
A small smile tugged at his lips, an occurrence that seemed more frequent around the exuberant
First Snowfall"Buzz! Buzz, come on! I’ve got somethin’ to show ya!" Jessie's small hands wrapped around the space toy's arm and she began dragging him away from the cardboard space ship.More Like This
"Whoa, what's all the excitement about, Jessie?" he laughed, willingly letting her pull him down the hallway.
"You’ll see!!” She kept a firm hold on his forearm as she backed through the small opening cut into the back door for the cat. “Look!” she pointed into the air.
Buzz’s gaze followed her fingers to the white flakes floating from the leaden sky. "It's... snowing," he acknowledged without much emotion.
She nodded, "I know! Ain't it wonderful?" she bounced up and down on her toes.
"You've seen snow before, Jessie," his voice and eyes were filled with amusement.
"But this is the first time this winter!" She turned a rapt gaze back to the wintry precipitation.
He laughed out right and lowered himself to a seated position on the back porc
Envious, Chapter SixHopelessMore Like This
A Space Ranger is trained to know exactly what should be done in any and every situation. But after Woody finally told him about what had happened to Bo Peep, Buzz Lightyear found himself at complete loss, not having a clue what the proper thing to do or say next was. This was one type of situation that wasn't covered in the training at the Academy.
“I... I don't know what to say,” Buzz admitted. “I'm sorry.”
Woody only stared blankly at his own boots.
In an attempt to break the nearly awkward silence that hung between them, Buzz continued searching in his mind for the right things to say. Something to help him... to cheer him up...
“You'll be all right Woody, eventually,” were the spaceman's chosen words. They were well-intended, but perhaps not the best words that he could have picked to say at that moment. Woody couldn't blame him for trying though.
“Not yet. Not for a long time...” the sheriff said, almo
Another Love Meme... xDHestiasDragonBorn.... I'll do it if you will too~ But only if you do it too. XDMore Like This
1. Who are you in a relationship with?
2. The date you got together?
3. Where/how did you meet?
4. What did you think the first time you saw him/her?
5. Is your partner your best friend?
6. If you and your girlfriend/ boyfriend broke up, would you still wanna be friends?
7. On a scale from 1-10 how good looking is your girlfriend/boyfriend?
8. Who asked who?
9. Do you talk a lot?
10. Describe your gf/bfs personality?
11. Gf/bfs best feature?
12. On a scale from 1-10 how much does he/she make you laugh?
13. Would you die for him/her?
15. What do you have in common?
16. How much is he/she on your mind?
17. Have you ever dreamed about him/her?
18. Do you want to be together forever?
19. Have you ever had a fight?