And There Was Blood...Because she took a blade to her skinMore Like This
Because she couldn't take it anymore
Because they hit her
They insulted her
They pushed her into the ground
face first ...
They broke her into pieces
And they were her so called friends
How does love feel ?It makes your heart skip a beatMore Like This
Butterflies flutter around
In your tummy
Your cheeks flush
Control is lost
Your mind doesn't concentrate
Happiness is always around
When you're with that person
That is how it feels
AloneBlocked out from everyoneMore Like This
Even if the room is full
Everyone seems to move at full speed
While ignoring you
When they feel sad you go
And talk to them
Cheer then up
But do they ever ask about the sorrow you feel
The problems I have
We will just stay alone
Until they need a shoulder
Completely blocked out from anyone
That is alone
It never ends well being aloneThe time comes when you breakMore Like This
You can't take the pain
Or the loneliness
I used to believe you can go ignored for ever
And never feel a thing
Not even a prickle of pain
Or jealously of not having any one to trust
Or share a feeling with....
It corrupts you into a twisted human being
A person who has not known the meaning of
It breaks youYou can only go so long with out some thingsMore Like This
Not just food and water
But Love and socialization
With out it you
Break and tear
In Loneliness and despair
A Helpless soul
Thousand lifeless breaths
Pieces broken off to take you into the
Window of OpportunityI am dying. I am dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I know this, but I refuse to believe that I will just fade away quietly: that when I'm gone and when those that knew me are gone, that there will be nothing more of me in existence. I want to be remembered; I want to make a mark. Is it not the human condition to desire this?More Like This
I feel that no matter what good thing I attempt to pursue, it takes me somewhere that I had never intended to be, and that much further from my goal. Every consequent step taking me further down a tangential path I never consciously made. I have two hands and a voice and the knowledge of how to use them, but I feel less and less that I am competent enough even to do that.
I don't desire fortune or fame, but at least profundity. I do desire to be a good person. I strive to be the best person that I can be, and I am not blind to the fact that I am clearly not achieving this goal. As each day passes, I feel myself sitting idly by as my potential slips and m
My Friend AngieThere is a nice lady called Merkel,More Like This
Who widened the friends of her circle,
But she ran out of space,
In that tiny old place,
So on Europe she's started to Workel.
wisteria.i can think of no other timeMore Like This
when i found the rising dawn more beautiful
than a falling midnight
than that morning when we laid amidst a meadow
with flower crowns and ivy hearts
and you whispered dreams into my ear
and held me soft and gentle,
like the lining of a casket.
Endangered in the UniverseI see wet babies plucked from housesMore Like This
They feed screams to the sky
And I remind myself
There are more stars
The More, This MoreThe more I get on the internet.More Like This
The more people I meet and views I get,
The feeling to create increases simply out of love.
This is the moment I think to myself to give much more.
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologizeHe tells me about how St. Jimmy always wears the best clothesMore Like This
And he doesn't realize how much he thrills me with that tie on his neck
"That music is part of our past, this is how the story goes"
"But this tie, my dear, is part of our present, so let's play another track
And let's listen to it lying so pretty close as we usually do"
He seemed to quite like this idea so I kissed him in my favourite way
Between those kisses a straight look in the eye saying ´I love you´
I'm perfectly happy that he's my St. Jimmy and I don't even need to pray
No Coincidenceyou destroyedMore Like This
it was well
and packed so
tightly with sights
souls and sounds
that you broke it
with your sharp
left it cut open
felled by your
this poem fizzles
its motors unable
to find their
whole thing falls
and shaped hole
i do my part
and let it go
the floor of creation
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bMore Like This
Romance In A No-Sky JulyHe lost his own way of life,More Like This
Looking at others to fill it back up.
He found others to make his smile last.
At least to make his mouth well curved enough for a blast.
Conversations began, some went nowhere,
A few lasted long and held interest.
Searching for the one to pique the brimming desire for words.
Curiosity to be a part of another individual's life, but too shy of the accords.
Evening to morning sleepless, but fulfilling.
Fishing for bits of inspirations and reading through waves of letters.
Just to find another source of fuel to keep the fire going.
The dying flame that was like a grand jewel, was now only soft embers.
As two days went by from a weekend without any real satisfactions,
He finally came across the perfect stranger.
One that can draw in his attention, who meets his deeper expectations.
Nothing too big and nothing too little, an unknown wonder.
They belong to the same world,
Their blood flows from the same hemisphere.
Yet here in the western lands, they tell of diffe
She Is SummerHer skin is warm mapleMore Like This
Those hot asphalt eyes
scopolaminesaid the mourning dove: you ask too many questions;More Like This
and you do not need to know why the bandage so graciously takes the red of your blood:
because you have a mouth good for sipping milk and spitting out seawater.
I do not feel you are behind me;
No, instead I sit three stories down
Contemplating the structural integrity
of the bridge we passed on the way home.
The gray dove's feathers consumed do nothing to quell my hunger for purple and yellow cornflower vines;
I pick the quills out of my gums and they form fragile trusses where I throw them on the ground.
Can a ghost be eaten?
Hush, and do not listen to the sideswipe whispers that form his explanation.
He runs rivulets of monkshood spittle down your neck, hoping to find cracks where the toxins can fester.
No, you cannot consume memories more than once: they taste far more bile-bitter coming up than they did going down.
And you cannot kill a thing more than once: I took the bird and left its frail anatomy thrown on the ground in crook
CremationI took the notes I made of youMore Like This
And burnt them in a fire
Such was what I had to do
To call my heart a liar
The wish of love which never was
Dispersed in paper smoke
I have moved on, I know because
I had no tears to choke
Deluded dreams now swept away
Anonymous in ash
There is no more my heart can say
Emotion's always rash
Have I now yet learnt the lesson
Since all the smoke's dispersed?
In every failure of all I've done
Am I yet well-versed?
I will and shall no more pretend
Nor shall I dare aspire
Lest once again I must attend
Affection's funeral pyre
DepressionDrowning in my own sea of misery;More Like This
Despondency and sorrow.
Having to be a stray of living;
Not wanting to be another tomorrow.
As these days pass by,
Another battle has begun;
Yet fighting for my life
Has become a war that I have never won.
Still I will not surrender
This life of mine,
Yet tomorrow is unknown;
What tomorrow will bring,
And what will I find?
A treasure of my own awaits me
With you by my side.
Death will not conquer me;
Let alone that I am in control.
Despite all my misery,
You're the one I seek
But my weakness withholds
What I could have been.
Now I hold this feeling of loneliness within.
Without a word spoken,
I kept this feeling inside;
Hiding in my true emotions;
Becoming the monster
I see through the mirror,
Yet you found me;
Underneath all the darkness of me;
Dug out all of the burden off my shoulders,
And found a heart of gold.
Inside a girl with an ancient soul.
The Door - A Strider fanfiction.The door was always closed.More Like This
It was a known rule without needing to be spoken or agreed upon. Bro knew that teenage boys who are going through puberty need their privacy and space because even he was young once and even he wanted to be alone sometimes. The door remained closed from the moment Dave came home from school to right before he got off his lazy ass to make dinner, which afterwords the door would again remain shut until the next morning. Exceptions included anytime he felt like playing video games, drawing, jamming on his turntables, or doing other activities with either himself or with Bro outside of the safe haven of his room. It was as simple as that.
Today was the first time in Strider Family™ history that rule would be broken.
The slow, eerie whine from the rusting door hinges made Dave jump, and he quickly shoved the katana under the bed he was sitting upon. He couldn’t tell if Bro had seen it or not because the darkness of the room engulfed his chiseled face,
The Incredible Melting Point of ViceI don’t much visit my hometown anymore butMore Like This
the last time I went back I’d seen the Kingdom of Heaven
foreclosed back in December and the
mail hadn’t been checked since the spring before. Word on the street,
God isn’t as young as he used to be and
disconnected his phone after Jesus moved out. An optimistic boy, I’d stepped into a
centrifuge thinking it was a time machine and by the
time density had had its way with me, my “soul”
was whatever customer service could refund without the receipt. Overnight, the
priest became a politician while Authority loaded a handgun. The laws of the jungle collapse
under famine and temples and cathedrals
burn in the vacuum.
Consuming its own tail, the snake must
starve or be eaten.
Dying WorldWhen a young boys,More Like This
Blood does run,
In his hands,
A loaded gun.
When a young girl,
Screams for mum,
As she is pulled,
Into a van.
When the elderly,
Are targets of ridicule,
From the hooligans,
With spiteful tongues.
When the newborn,
Have no chance,
Cause our world burns,
With each new dance.
See the dusk,
Of the age of man,
Stand beside me,
Beneath burning sun.
Arctic sea-ice volume bounce backSource BBC http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-25383373More Like This
The bounce back in the extent of sea ice in the Arctic this summer was reflected also in the volume of ice.
Data from Europe's Cryosat spacecraft suggests there were almost 9,000 cu km of ice at the end of this year's melt season.
This is close to 50% more than in the corresponding period in 2012.
It is a rare piece of good news for a region that has witnessed a rapid decline in both area cover and thickness in recent years.
But scientists caution against reading too much into one year's "recovery".
"Although the recovery of Arctic sea ice is certainly welcome news, it has to be considered against the backdrop of changes that have occurred over the last few decades," said Prof Andy Shepherd of University College London, UK.
"It's estimated that there were around 20,000 cu km of Arctic sea ice each October in the early 1980s, and so today's minimum still ranks among the lowest of the past 30 years," he told BBC News.
Homely Advice To A Foreign CorrespondentIf you're stuck in Mogadishu,More Like This
And your Mrs. doesn't miss you,
And your latest will not kiss you,
Focus on tomorrow's issue,
Dry your tears, just grab a tissue.
UPTADE"For each new morning with its light,More Like This
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
Famous American author, essayist, poet, and philosopher.
My dear friends and watchers, I would like to thank you for your kind support, 16 days have passed since my husband Gary had the accident and it has been like a bad dream, he still in hospital but slowly he is doing better, and the skin graft are healing well. His right side was the worst and he will need therapy in his hand.
THANK YOU FOR THE BEAUTIFUL DEDICATIONS, GIFTS AND PRAYERS, MOST HUMBLE
THANK YOU MY DEAREST FRIENDS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND PRAYERS, I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE A FAMILY IN THIS COMMUNITY, MY HUSBAND WILL BE OKAY WITH ALL YOUR PRAYERS, HE IS A BRAVE MAN!!!!!More Like This
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT LEAVING COMMENTS IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORKS, AT THIS TIME. I WILL TRY TO FAVE AS
I WILL BE ON AND OFF IN DA....BUT WITH VERY LIMITED TIME
THANK YOU FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP LOVE AND CARE
LOVE YOU ALL :iconshinyheartplz:
USA ShutdownUm... my government kinda stopped working today. I'm gonna summarize these events rather generally, so if you don't like what I say here, tough luck go fight about it in the comment section. I'm writing this not because I want to talk about politics, but because I'm sorta obligated to since it's a BIG DEAL here and people are confused and wondering what's going on.More Like This
So we have a budget that needs to get passed every year to keep things running. The president gives the budget to Congress and Congress approves of it. Except that Congress is so inefficient at getting things done, they often wait too long to pass the budget by the deadline. So generally what happens is they pass an extension to take care of it later, which shouldn't be a big deal. But this year Republicans added an addendum to the extension saying they wanted to bump Obamacare till next year, and squabbling ensued.
Now Obamacare has already passed into Law. It's even been upheld by the Supreme Court. There is nothing Republ
LotteryIf the Lottery starts to face financial problems as a result of doubling the price of a lotto ticket, I am wondering if they will insist on selling the remains of the company for £2 instead of the customary £1.More Like This
Health mine and yoursHello everyone. How are you? I sure do hope you are fine and dandy!More Like This
I'm so far behind in responding to your notes and comments and other nice and thoughtful correspondence, I think I will faint! Over the last few weeks or really months, even though I may not have responded, most likely I have read your comments, if not I'm really trying to now.
As most of you know, I've had some fairly tough health concerns to deal with, and I hope you understand. I don't know what I'd do without my friends here on DA...you mean the whole world to me!!
I have been doing a lot of research lately on the state of our healthcare system here in the USA, I'm so very interested to know of your own experiences if you live here or in another country. Typing has been difficult for me, as it means I have to sit still in one position, and I have trouble doing so lately, so I can't write as much as I'd like to..and still have a lot of pain that I'm waiting to be seen for at the Cleveland Clinic's world renowned pai
MovementIt has movedMore Like This
More than gypsies,
Or military men.
From my chest,
To my sleeve.
From my first love,
To my last hope.
It grows weary,
Just like all those
Who are left wandering.
It has had too many
And ends torn off,
To just continue.
Yet, it moves.
From object to object
Person to person.
Have been tugged on,
To the point of breaking,
Without hope of repair.
And, It has been beating
for others so long,
Only holes and craters are left.
It's no longer
What it once was.
And, sadly, it
Never will be.
At this point,
I can't help but feel sad,
For my own heart.
Two WolvesTold to chose the lesser of 2 evilsMore Like This
But no evil is the lesser
Two wolves left to duke it out
And I am just the lone guesser
When the wolves begin to brawl
One just barks and the other growls
Trying to see who is defeated fist
And throws in the losing towel
And as they fight all through night
A depression grows inside of me
So my body refuses to rest
No matter how asleep I appear to be
Sadly these wolves don't leave cuts
Instead those wolves leave gashes
So I'm forced to leave with scared wrists
And those marks wont leave till I'm ashes
Words"My outside might seem sugary and happyMore Like This
But my core is the opposite."
And as friends praise me on my progress
I'm still sad, I just can't help it.
I remember them all, really.
From bullies that pointed out my sexuality,
To every last friend
That pointed out my blemishes flawlessly.
I can't get them out.
I still hear their voices in my head.
Pointing out self inflicted scars,
Still amazed I'm not dead
They think I've just come back
Like a biblical lamb.
Outside I'm not dead,
But on the inside I am.
Colourless LapdogI had a good childhood, until the age of nine,More Like This
Then my father decided that he wouldn't be mine
And I ran from the problems into my mother's warm lap.
My time in middle school was mostly spent,
By making jokes and having a scent,
And I hid my problems from my mother's warm lap.
One day my granny decided,
To hug her neck with a rope provided,
That the rope is bound to a tree,
So she could be gliding freely.
I've heard the news, I saw her hanging,
Afterwards the pictures in my head were quite damaging.
My mother's lap turned cold.
One day I came from school, tired and broken,
Not a word from my mom has been spoken,
She wasn't home, or maybe was she there,
From the garage door came a strange glare,
I ran towards it, she was noiselessly crying,
With a rope around her neck and close to dying,
I saw her, she saw me, she cried, I hid.
My mother's cold lap was unapproachable.
I walked to school like every other day,
But now I'll describe why I did pray.
I wasn't really f
To Those I HurtHow many are the hearts my hands did break,More Like This
How many souls did I not truly guard?
Each time complete control I sought to take
It left a wake of utter disregard.
Formerly one heart, yet still one faith
We commonly profess. And this is grief:
Our past mistakes consuming as a wraith
Of unconfessed and profound disbelief
(The consequence of loving as the world)
Have widened gulfs we once had claimed were filled
Oh, that His banner would now be unfurled,
His loving Kingdom would now be fulfilled!
That we, His children, bought with precious blood
Could sing and play and talk as once we did,
As children do, when love first grew its bud
With petals furled, where hope for blossoms hid.
I pray we'll know this freedom in this age,
And hold His hand to never disengage.
When the sun got lazyWhen the sun got lazyMore Like This
and the skies were blue
when the heat walked in
with its summer tattoo
he talked real slow
like he ain't got nowhere to go
while we sweat our bottoms
like we got washed in the rain
the skies were burnt
but they didn't complain
The sun caved in to her perpetual sin
she says,she is too pretty to be burnt deep into her skin
so she dipped her feet
in the lake nearby sighed in relief
and the birds all singing in the sky
apple red and berries blue
grew real sweet but thick just like glue
stained the ceiling in the skies
stung the sun right in her eyes
when the breeze came by
sang a song as it said hello, goodbye
he smiled real sweet
he winked at the trees
whose heads all nod
as their eyes met
he teased their hair
and tasted the honey
that was sitting in the palm of their sun bonnets
as Jesus came
all things stood still
the sun turned her head
and flowers fell from her head
she leaned over her window sill
to have a better look
Hail the God of glo
Sweet dreams...???"Father?More Like This
Where are you?
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
" Wake up, my love.
Daddy is here."
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than he has ever done.
"Look my dear.
the sky is all clear now..."
Now we can do all those stuff you planned.
"Now we can go to the movies together.
Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.
Now we could go bike riding together
we could even make something together for your mother.
Another Time Another SleepIs there a soul out hereMore Like This
A scientist A doctor
A researcher A humanitarian
A politician A visionary
A leader A person
That will believe me.
I will never cease to...
Never cease to doubt.
That they will not dismiss
The aura I possess.
The experience of a lifetime
A mind such as mine.
The promise is in my heart.
I am no ghost no outer existence;
I am a ideal of hopes, a living dream.
That so many desire
Since the beginning of thought.
That so many can just be
Relieved, even me
That I will never be possible.
Still I will wait for the one
Generation to be inspired.
By the stories I can tell
The lives I have seen
The beings that I have known
The objects that I befriended
The love of the universe I hold.
For there is a truth
In all that I am.
A cog of the Universe
Small or large
It does not matter.
What matters is, who are you?
Might you be a equal?
Might you be better than mine?
Where are you?
A whisper will be fine.
Only fate will tell
Only time will laugh
Only life will ease
seeing through my walls I'm trying to turn the page.More Like This
But I'm still in this cage.
Inside here with all my rage.
As You see me on the stage.
So God please change me.
Oh break me down.
Tear off my crown.
Pick me out of the water so I don't drown.
And take away my frown.
So that I can live for you.
Oh God I don't want to be the same as I came.
Please strike my heart, so I can be tame.
And I can live without shame.
Your name is what I will proclaim.
Shine in me so that people would come to you.
Change my insides out.
So I can see what life is about.
Right about now all I want to do is shout.
Don't let this light fade-out.
For You are the only one that can save me.
Born, Worn, TornBorn, worn, tornMore Like This
She wakes to the sun
Everyday tries to run
From the pound of the drum
Struck by reality
Hiding in insanity
The sound of her heart
A reminder of humanity
She dances in the rain with joyful aggression
Shouts up at the clouds with a simple question
But her lips shield her aching heart
From the sharp knives of the past
And she gathers her madness like a coat
Surrounded by a widening moat
She drowns in a red sea of tears
And happily forgets her growing fears
Light spills on the window
And pours onto the floor
It's probing fingers flickering
By her open door
Born, worn, torn
She sleeps to the sun
Everyday tried to run
From the pound of the drum
Struck by reality
Hiding in insanity
The silence of her heart
A reminder of humanity
LOVE, SHE CAME TO TOWNSo much a man has locked fast, down inside.More Like This
He dives through days, comes only up to gasp,
to flail and try to pause, never to grasp
what he has lost, no doubts on what to hide.
But then that word, picked up in town one day.
A voice of hope came lancing through one's sleep.
"Love", it said; a timbre smooth and deep
made one's head turn - all blinders fell away:
She moves and talks among us, while her breast
sports ribbons bound invisibly to all,
each word, each movement draws my heart up there,
no jealousy nor fear is left to bear,
the secret inner door released. I call
her radiant wavelength, and forget the rest.
the science of sleep.i don't sleep anymore. or at least i don't think i do. it's one of those things i stopped keeping track of like the number of words that make my mother cry (cancer, lists). if i'm being honest, i stopped sleeping (maybe) around the time i started thinking in a series of parentheses.More Like This
because i don't sleep, my arteries demand too much air (oxygen, clean) from the space outside my window. i make my room my heart, cold. it fills with a wind only bricks can breathe, an ice only soil is willing to withstand. i am winter's soul.
the world becomes a different place when you stop noticing sound (mute, black and white film) and start noticing every movement your bones, your muscles and the acid in your organs make. you start twisting your spine to imitate the birds spreading through the branches like cancer and you force your fingers to bend in unnatural angles to stop the shaking. but aren't we all just mocking birds (mockingbirds)?
when you stop sleeping, your body becomes the experiment and y
Don't forgive me.Don't forgive me, as I bleed,More Like This
don't cry for me as I scream,
run from me, from the beast inside,
run, don't look back, find someplace to hide.
Don't forgive me, I beg you please,
get away from this place as I'm down on my knees
don't pick up the shards of my broken heart,
leave them be, they'll just cut you apart.
Don't forgive me, wherever you are,
don't pray for me, gods hate me, don't wish on a star,
hide in their arms they'll protect you from me,
my blood you'll just drown in why can't you see.
My tiger stripes, inside and out,
I'll camouflage like a beast and hear you shout,
so run, sweet lover, or stand up and fight,
else my spider web will trap you too tight.
I told you I loved you, I spoke not a lie,
every night is the same, I hear your cries,
I beg for your touch and your soft pale skin,
all of this time I'm drawing you in.
Don't fall for me sweetheart, the beast hunts below,
it's claws made of ice and fists made of snow,
it would chill you to touch as it prowls in my mind,
Will You Love Me Even In Death?Sometimes I feel uneasy if I haven't written a line for a poem a day.More Like This
Then I feel worse if I don't keep going with the line to complete the poem.
Afterwards I finish and feel an awkward satisfaction that distances myself.
Almost the same feeling when you fall in love for the first time.
Being entranced with some person or object.
The thrilling excitement of this individual never known yet.
Whether there is a resonance of rhyme or sequence,
It doesn't matter so long as it feels real enough to prove credence.
As shortly as the line connected may last for,
Will it quickly extend space and time for much more.
Tirelessly and effortlessly in determination I break the silence.
However I wake up and it is all a fantasy that was out of the balance.
One day holding them by the back of their neck,
Closing in for a kiss close to their breath,
Will there finally be a chance to just stop and say with a peck,
If they would love me back the same even in death.