Fake WonderlandA place where you want to breathe,
But you cannot get enough air.
A place that you want to leave,
But you can’t, you are in despair.
Freedom is something I wanted long ago.
They used to tie me up with a rope.
I am packing and now I am ready to go,
To rebuild, to change it all there is no hope.
In lies we have to swim every day,
To love we are not allowed anymore.
Anything you want you are not able to say,
They throw you in a room and lock the door.
A fake wonderland that no one can escape,
If your body is gone, your soul will stay.
The truth they can no longer shape,
They want to throw it to the sea away!
You freed me from this chain,
Now my soul can for a while rest.
I want to love you, but I am insane:
To alter this realm I try my best!
i will love you foreverI Will Love You ForeverMore Like This
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
and your kind, thoughtful way,
the joy that you bring
to my life every day.
I love you today
as I have from the start,
and I'll love you forever
with all of my heart
When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away;
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.
This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you,
you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart,
I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.
So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always,
I will Love You."
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
I AmI am single,More Like This
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Behind Closed DoorsWe stumbled on to somethingMore Like This
without trying to seek it
But now that we have it
We're trying to keep it a secret
So when everyone's around
We try so hard not to make a sound
Our heads are lowered
We keep looking forward
To not look into each other's eyes
We try to act like strangers
To keep ourselves from dangers
Try not to grab attention
Don't need anyone to mention
That this facade is full of lies
Don't want to be a topic
People would like to discuss
No need for conversations
People talking about us
Holding this emotion back
Until it overflows and pours
You and I will always be
A love that exists only behind closed doors
Library of LifeMemories are just a variety of useless sources,More Like This
Sadness is just an old and boring book.
Love is a cheap magazine
With a photo of a beauty queen,
But its articles every day a bit destroy me…
I want to burn it all;
I want my library to fall!
I do not want to see the past,
I want to change my fate fast!
Her image must be smashed,
All knowledge about her must turn to ash,
And my heart will never again clash!
Alas, no matter how hard I try,
Even if everything is gone,
She is still there…
Unanswered LoveRip out my heart and rid me of this madness,More Like This
Love causes nothing but sadness.
My admiration for you no one predicted,
By your gaze for years I’m convicted.
I'm acting like a fool because of you.
People think I’m crazy; they don’t have a clue,
That I gave my soul to you,
But now I do not know what to do.
Far away in the Caucasian mountains,
Words hit from my pen like thousand fountains,
To you they want to tell my tale,
Alas to reach you they always fail.
My existence to you is unknown,
No one cares about me, I’m alone,
No matter what, to write to you I attempt,
But struggle is useless to my contempt.
I’m a peasant, you’re a queen,
I’m lucky that you’re face I’ve seen.
With hair made of pure gold,
About which legends have told,
With sky blue eyes,
In front of which no man can himself disguise,
For an in eternity my mind you cursed,
This feeling inside me burst,
Among all things unanswered love is
ScarsThe mind forgetsMore Like This
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
CrushI feel as if I'm being crushed by invisible weightMore Like This
And as if I'm being dragged down by invisible chains.
I made up my mind and have chosen the path I want to take.
I take that path, though I know of all the hurts and all the pains.
Leave me alone.
I want to stay.
I'll be alright.
It'll be Ok.
You could ever say
Could stop me going down that way.
I tag along blindly, knowing where I end up won't be pretty.
Like a puppy follows her beloved master, so I follow you.
I bet that if I ever saw the sight of me, I'd think "What a pity."
Such a pitiful girl; such a cruel master, and it's all true.
I'll do a little dance
And I'll learn how to flaunt it
Recite a short poem
Sing a wonderful sonnet
Find my fairy godmother
And Stake a claim on it
'Cause some place, there's a fairy tale with my name on it.
Whatever it takes to catch your attention and keep you next to me.
For I am your puppy and you are my master. Call me, I'll be there in a rush.
I am not my friend, only yours. Do not
To Be HeardWhat's the point of having a voiceMore Like This
if you never use it?
Speak wisely now. No lies.
Do not abuse it.
Say the truths that are in your heart.
Take action. Take control. Take part.
Speak out for what you believe.
And volumes, you shall receive.
Words I Won't ForgetWords I Won't ForgetMore Like This
As the sun set over the city, the sky, warm with its burning orange glow, faded into a deep dark blue that brought the chill of the night air. I found myself shivering as I stood out on the balcony, watching over the calm, quiet neighborhood. The white dress shirt was too thin to shield my body from the icy winds. I looked to the dinner jacket draped over my bed next to that smothering tie and vest, but instead grimaced, crossed my arms, and braced myself against the weather.
My eyes were fixed upon the slowly appearing stars above, but my thoughts were focused on the dreadful gaiety of the night's festivities and the one most unpleasant sound within the mansion. "Where is that boy!?! He's the guest of honor!" The voice was shrill and every few syllables sounded like an owl's screech. "His twenty-third birthday and he's shut himself up in his room
Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,More Like This
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,More Like This
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
AnxietyLife held my hand today,More Like This
Slipped his fingers
His palms sticky,
Letting my know
Of his shaken nerves.
His words fell
Onto hardwood floors.
I knew they were precious
But they only hurt my ears.
He coached me
Through the stuttering breaths
And wiped my eyes
Before I even noticed the tears.
“It’s okay,” he said,
“It’s okay to be scared.”
And I couldn’t help but wonder
When did leaving the house
Become so hand shaking,
Where Death was hiding.
Whether he was sitting
On the side of the road
In his sensible car
Or waiting on my doorstep
In his comfortable shoes
And warm jacket
For Life to keep him company.
ReasonThe air was light as it wisped around the open field, caressing the blades of grass several feet high and dancing with the leaves on the colossal willow tree standing off center of the oasis within the vast pine forest. The grass waved about the waists of two men, who stood just outside the foliage of the grand willow, dancing around them as a sea of hewing green.More Like This
The man who stood outermost of the willow looked back at his old friend, his own hair flowing chaotically in the breeze, the neck length dirty white hair dancing across his shadow casted green eyes; the sun set just behind the whitening foliage of the ancient tree. He watched his friend sullenly, attempting to articulate his myriad of thoughts, "Why did you leave?"
The man who stood with the timeworn canopy swaying at his back, his own black graying hair lower back long hair flowed lightly in the rising air, his face dull of emotion, his gray eyes mixed confusion and helplessness fluently, his lips settle in neither a smile n
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Life is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breathsMore Like This
Woven over time.
Some are short and broken,
Some dazzling and fine.
Each moment is unique and new,
Though some should be forgotten.
And every strand of memory
Should be treasured, never trodden.
Age 16 Page 1Every day of your life up until this pointMore Like This
Has been a prologue to the tale of you
Those mistakes that you have made in your childhood
They may be many or they may be few
But please don’t allow them to shape or to shift
The person that you were born to become
Keep in mind that the night is at its darkest
In the moments before we see the sun
I see pure potential run through your being
In your soul, deep beneath your callow skin
A unique story is waiting to be told
That the world will never see again
And though it begins with ‘once upon a time’
This is not a sugar spun fairytale
Each chapter and verse now lies in your hands
And is waiting for your dreams to prevail
Seek not perfection as mistakes will be made
It is repeating them that is a sin
Learn from others but don’t let their views smother
As hindsight in such a wonderful thing
Fear no one, fear nothing, never hestitate
Don’t let them measure your wisdom by age
Now you’ve gazed upon that cover long
*Distant Vision*Inconceivable looking at skyMore Like This
How distant galaxies exist.
Vision soft, mackeral cloud fleeting
Ripples like waves undulate.
Far beyond my sight and yours
Our universe expands and waits.
Thoughts spiral out of control
When night invades the sky.
Celestial bodies, silver glimmer
Lanterns to who knows where.
Stepping stones to distant places
Where aspiring minds do dwell.
BleakThrough the bleak darkness.More Like This
I walk onward towards that
Where light shines brightly through
and where all is forgiven.
MemoriesThunder crashes,More Like This
Raindrops are falling,
Dreams are calling.
Through this wild storm
Forgotten memories take form.
Memories of childhood's joys
Memories of long lost toys.
Embrace the dreams of times gone by
Never forget the dreams to fly.
Soon the storm will be gone,
But forever you can remember childhood's song.
Somebody ImportantYou're a diamond in the roughMore Like This
Even if you don't believe you
Can shine brightly; stars all
Wither and pale in your presence.
You're the voice of inspiration
When you daren't utter a word.
I can hear you speak silently
Among syllables of loud noises.
Certainly not a useless nobody,
You're somebody special to me.
Spread Your WingsThe voice it whispers in your earsMore Like This
Exploiting all your deepest fears
Bringing sadness and endless tears
This has gone on for many years
How have you gotten through
Even when you didn't know what to do
You stayed strong and lived another day
You were quiet, didn't know exactly what to say
Hiding your pain, day after day
just waiting for someone to look at you and say
Hey I was just wondering, are you okay?
When they do, you will break down and cry
Because it has been so damn long since you haven't wanted to die
For so long you have been thinking of just saying good bye
Waiting for the right moment to spread your wings and fly
Collection: The Way Of The RomaniMore Like This
The Way Of The RomaniIndomitable, Inscrutable & Irrepressible
They are commonly known as Gypsies, but that moniker conjures up the trite stereotypes and pervasive misconceptions commonly associated with a people whose culture and history are actually profound and nuanced. A vociferously unassimilable people, they are European (and increasingly American) urban nomads in constant migration, refusing to alter their culture in any way necessary for joining the modern wor
Fan Art Friday: GargoylesMore Like This
FAN ART FRIDAY: Stone By Day, Warriors By Night
We are GARGOYLES
One thousand years ago…
Well more like 20 years ago Disney’s animated series Gargoyles hit the airwaves and captivated the hearts and minds of youngsters across the globe. Created by Greg Weismen, the show followed a clan of gargoyles lead by Goliath after they awaken in New York from a thousand-year-old spell-induced slumber. They meet and befriend NYPD detective Elisa Maza who helps them adapt to the new world th
Margaret Atwood: Queen Of Devious IdeasMore Like This
Margaret Atwood: Queen Of
George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, Ray Bradbury…
Names like these get tossed around as examples of writers whose dystopian predictions of the future have come true in one way or another. Of possible candidates from our own time whose names might be added to this list, surely none is more worthy than Margaret Atwood. Atwood starting writing when she was six years old, despite not being enrolled in school full-time un
Michelangelo: Tortured PerfectionistMore Like This
MICHELANGELO: Tortured Perfectionist
The Sistine Chapel
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni was born 540 years ago on March 6, 1475.
His preeminence in the art world as being one of the two greatest artists of the Italian High Renaissance (1495-1527) assures that his lasting presence is felt as keenly today as it was five centuries ago. Every year, art lovers from around the world make special pilgrimages to Italy, drawn by a visceral need to experience in person
Cosplay Friday: Alice In WonderlandMore Like This
COSPLAY FRIDAY: Down The Rabbit Hole
Alice in Wonderland
Published in 1865, Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is celebrating its 150th Anniversary this year.
Alice has been quite busy during that time. She’s had her story adapted into several movies, TV shows, ballets, plays, operas, and theme park attractions. Her trip to Wonderland is quite well known around the world. What is less well known is Lewis Carroll’s (whose real name was Charles
Lewis Carroll: Alice In WonderlandMore Like This
Lewis Carroll: Through A Glass, Darkly
Alice Meets the Cheshire Cat by feliciacano
The more one is denied something, the more one desires it.
The more oppressive the strictures circumscribing one’s life, the more delirious become that person’s dreams. The more prohibitions and sacrifices one accepts as a life’s duty, the more ingenious must become the approved “escapes.
Dungeons And Dragons: Basement And DiceMore Like This
Basements and Dice Playing Dungeons And Dragons Is Not What It Seems
Dungeons and Dragons Antheia AnRaza II
When you think Dungeons and Dragons, you may be inclined to picture a dark basement with broody, antisocial teens whispering spells and incantations over leather-bound tomes.
Perhaps D&D owes its cultural notoriety to the religious backlash against it in the 80s, as well as the over-the-top depiction of fantasy gaming and its players
Ode On A Grecian RockMore Like This
Ode on a
Grecian Rock The Miscellaneous Inscriptions of Ancient People Paint a Familiar Portrait of Humanity
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a
Prologue The last time Lya woke up in a weird place, was because she was napping up in a tree in Dakota's backyard.More Like This
She didn't expect to find herself waking up on a wet rooftop instead of her bed. The teen got up, taking in the expanse of her surroundings. It was early morning, but she could hear the cars driving by down below. With a yawn she walked over to the side of the rooftop, which was covered with fences. The street could be seen from a dizzying height below. For a moment, Lya just watched the view from the rooftop with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then she took a look at herself. She was still in her sleeping clothes? Did someone just kidnap her while she was sleeping?
The mage took a few steps back and held her head, suddenly feeling dizzy. This didn't look like she was in New York City at all... just looking at the designs and structures of the buildings around were enough to show her she wasn't. "Where am I?" she whispered harshly.
It's been a while<< Since I've been on this account. Thought I'd pay a visit c:More Like This
And maybe even reactivate it for rp!~
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