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Ghost Stories Lit. ContestIt's October 1st.Ghost Stories Lit. Contest by OfOneSoul
And OfOneSoul, IrrevocableFate, DreamingAutumn, & DrippingWords
are proud to announce their next Lit. Contest...
:iconscaredplz: <--------- THIS is you.
:iconpetpetplz: <--------- THIS is us.
No time to be scared, lovelies! It's time to write.
Although the "Bestest Friend Contest" that IrrevocableFate & DreamingAutumn headed up together has yet to end, we're just TOO excited to work together again... and even MORE excited that it's almost...
- HALLOWEEN, BITCHES!
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SybilsHidden in deep forests, where no light can slip through leaves taller and wider than a grown man.Sybils by oviedomedina
Hidden in the depths of a valley, listening to the trickling fountains whisper news and happening of the worlds of men, animals, and others.
Beyond the desert and its shapeless labyrinths, where all winds go quiet, the sun dissapears to leave a sky with an anbsolute blue face.
In the isthmos where the river gains a dozen mouths to kiss the sea, where seals go to sleep after yearlong travels, where sea monsters surface to sing at the stars.
Under the cliffs where waves the size of castles crash roaringly, where even the most daring seafarer would hesitaste to thread.
Atop a mountain of eternal crystal, where massive fjords of ice linger through the sea like dead ships, watching the dance of the stars and the ocean.
In a dead land, where no plant nor animal survive, where soil is harder than a fortress´ walls, where the wind yet drags seeds and plants from places unknown.
ShadowsI can still remember that day; it was the last day of normalcy for all of us. The autumn afternoon with the hints of summer trying to hold us in her arms. The leaves transforming into brightly colored travelers before leaving their homes forever. It was a moment that I wish could be frozen in time forever. But the thing that I'll never forget were our shadows; they stretched across the street, reflecting our youthful curiosity. Mere dollars in our pockets, we walked across the sidewalk without a care in the world; our fervent desire to spend time with one another overpowering our hunger. Out of the blue, our shadows stood in front of us, wondering where the time went. They asked about our memories as we continued our wanderlust. We told them everything, about the times we loved, the times we hurt ourselves but always ended up to mend our friendships. We knew that with conflict arose resolution, that with despair came hope. We smiled as one of us decided to capture the moment.Shadows by katamaris4ever
Man of femmesForever alwaysMan of femmes by oviedomedina
with the precise word
expectant under your teethgums:
and she shall laugh too
(no need to specify her name
and yet all shall be special)
always with a plan
always giving a wow
never a dull breath of time
always a prim properly treated
lady amongst dames
saint amongst angels
rose of fleshes
just like your Momma and Poppa told you
Slick that blackened, inkish hair(AS EXPECTED)
monitor that carefully disheveled stubble
and watch out seeds of Eve,
for you WILL BE CHERISHED
Become a harpist of their cheeks
and no melody will ever be denied
even if an entire posse
wishes to make her a stadium of pamperings
-Be amazed, for the first time
your fingers won´t be biohazards
as seen by the opinions of half the planet-
They will desire, they will ask
You shall give.
Their laughter, their conversation,
you will hold them all
with an easy word
an easy chat
just like everybody wants
just like your lonely dreams
your lonely years
your years adrift on the roadwalks
THE PURPOSELESS MANTHE PURPOSELESS MAN by PhilipBrocklehurst
The Purposeless Man
by Philip Brocklehurst
Here I stand, a ghost in the machine, sealed in my confined box, wrapped in a fleshy container that feels no sensations.
I long to know the senses that others feel that I am so devoid of: warmth, joy, importance, love. I yearn to feel, to be felt. Alas I can not for I am a being of no worth, cold, distant, meaningless and unwanted by all.
I desire to express myself. Everything I say, everything I do is as invisible as I am to others. They can not see me, nor do they care.
I'm the loner standing on the other side of the mirror to society, surrounded by my reflected loneliness.
I mean nothing to all. I strive to make contact but every time I am shunned. Rejected by all, judged before someone has even got to know me. Cruelty, sorrow and torment is that awaits my kindness, my sincerity, my love.
Everyone tries to bring me down, it's a struggle to rise up again. When I need a friend, the only shoulder I have to lean on is my own.
What is worthless
The Last Time Ever I Saw Your Face"What are your plans for the summer?" The sound of my friends voice asked, snapping me out of my trance. Her eyes locked onto mine as I struggled to respond, every fiber of my being numb.The Last Time Ever I Saw Your Face by CharIie
"Um, I'm not sure. Nothing, I guess? Well, not until my birthday." I replied, forcing a smile onto my face. She smiled back and then turned to speak to our other friend. I sighed and then my gaze crept back to the table beside us, where the love of my life and his bitch-of-a girlfriend sat with their crowd of friends. My eyes trailed over him, starting at his perfect, slim neck and working its way up to his gorgeous blue eyes, framed with beautiful black lashes. I studied him, noting the way his lips moved as he spoke and laughed, taking in his breath-taking appearance.
As I stared, his eyes darted to mine for an instance. My dark brown eyes widened and I quickly looked away, pretending I was deep in conversation with my friends. When, really, I had no idea what they were talking about.
I looked back
Keeping Promises"What are you doing, sweetie?" I ask my beautiful 5 year old daughter as I walk into the living room after putting some nuggets in the oven. I kneel down beside her.Keeping Promises by CharIie
"Mommy, who's this lady?" She asks in her angelic voice. I look to the side of her and see she has discovered my special memories box. In her small hands she holds a framed photo of a stunningly gorgeous 24 year old woman.
I smile at her, my mouth stretching wide as I say, "That's... That's Taylor Swift." I reply, wrapping my arm around her, pulling her close and stroking her hair as we both gaze down at the photograph in awe.
"She has the same name as I do!" She looks up at me, seemingly confused.
"That's right, honey. She's the woman I named you after."
"Really?" She pauses for a few seconds before she continues, "She's really beautiful..."
"Indeed she is." I smile warmly down at my daughter. "She was the most important person in my life when I was a few years older than you. She's a singer."
"A singer? Was she good?" Sh
Lucky - PrologueIf you wanted to survive life at Silver Falls High School you either needed to be incredibly pretty, thin and popular or filthy rich, I've learned. If that didn't apply to you, well, you was pretty much screwed.Lucky - Prologue by CharIie
That was me. Screwed. Destined to a life of unpopularity and bullying.
My name's Alexis Foster, I'm 16 years old and I weigh about one-hundred and twenty pounds. I have freckles, glasses and shoulder-length brown hair that I wear in a ponytail ninety percent of the time. So, as you can guess, I'm not exactly classed as "beautiful and thin". I'm pretty average. But still, I don't mind, I can't really complain, after-all. I have a roof over my head, food on the table and I have a handful of good friends, one of them being my amazing best friend, Remi. What more could a girl like me ask for?
Well, I can think of one other thing. Love.
HUMANITY LOST - SAMPLEHUMANITY LOST - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
Time: 8:00 AM
Date: Thursday, 31st May 2038 Season: Summer
Schedule for this Morning: Wake Up
Personal Hygiene Breakfast
These words, spoken in a Monotone Voice from the Personal Computer System rang through Eva’s ears, immediately waking her up. She didn’t mind being woken up at such an early time. She thought of sleep as a process of recharging one’s Biological Battery and therefore 8:00 AM was a reasonable time for her to get up and get ready for work. Her Battery would be full enough for her to go through the day.
Opening her weary eyes, she was greeted by the Automated Morning Wake-up call from her Alarm System:
Good Morning Eva
Work will begin in 1hr and 30mns
You have plenty of time to fulfil your daily tasks.
Hearing the mechanical voice trying to speak like a human with sentences like “Good Morning” always made her smile in amusement, and today was no exception. She smiled radiantly and made a cute little chuckle to herself.
THE LIGHT OF VIRTUE - SAMPLETHE LIGHT OF VIRTUE - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
full of beauty
full of grace
full of love
full of kindness
full of good
full of pureness
radiant like the sun
warm like summer
shining like the stars
smooth like silk
sparkling like the stars
dazzling like the blue ocean
sweet like music
enchanting like a symphony
divine like the world
eternal like the universe.
is a Goddess
always and forever.
A NEW WORLD
A new world is approaching
many are afraid of the new world
fear the change
fear the unknown
fear the future
the new world is a mystery.
and will never stop.
The new world will happen
shape the future
shape the new world
shape the life of man.
Man should not be afraid
man must be strong
make a difference
make a change.
The new world is approaching
it's time we embrace our future
it's time to do things right
it's time to
ONE MOTHER OF A TRIP - SAMPLEONE MOTHER OF A TRIP - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
Germany, Berlin 1996
The argument to end all arguments erupted late one night. Behind the walls of a lower class apartment complex, a mother and father bellowed, yelled, screamed and slammed whatever unfortunate object was in their war path. Their 3 year old baby girl, a child of shining blue eyes and dark brown hair, stood crying at her bedroom door, huddling closer than she ever huddled to her little fluffy teddy bear. The fight was simple for everyone to hear: the girl's Mother, a young woman who's eyes and hair matched her daughter's, unlike her father who had a lighter shade of brown hair and hazel eyes, grew bored of the same old things. She was sick of being in a crummy little apartment, being weighed down by a loving husband and playing nursemaid to a needy child. Her old life beckoned her, she had to answer its call.
Her old life, the life of a wild, rebellious, red hot molten lava blooded punk. She missed the old days of causing mayhem for the establishment, drinking
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice CreamI woke up early in the morning, right as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. I tried to pull the sheet back around me, but then realized she'd stolen and cocooned herself in it again. Typical girl.For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice Cream by Crowlita
In movies, girls always seem to wake up all pristine, perfect makeup, hair combed and styled. I'm here to tell you that was most certainly not the case for Galiana. Her hair was a tousled mess and probably would've been far worse if it was the length of mine. The eyeliner from last night had smeared a bit, and her lipstain was a little washed out. We'd fallen asleep before she'd had the opportunity to get her makeup off. It was kinda cute, actually.
My roommate, Xavier, a rather fit guy with short brown hair, wasn't back yet and probably wouldn't be back for a few more hours, which was a relief. He would give me so much grief for ending up in bed with an art student. He was an engineering student, like I was, only he had this beef with art students and how us
Close to perfectionClose to perfection by Breaking-Alice
No matter how many schools I go, I always get picked on. Like there is a vibe on me saying 'Pick on her!' I mean sure I had huge anger problems but that doesn't stop bullies. At the first day I was big news. Many people talked to me about my life and all till few days later very few people talked to me then finally a week later I was a nobody. I kinda liked it till a month later randomly some guy wanted to pick on me. Sure I fought back. I even pushed and cursed at him but he was dating this popular chick Charlie. Charlie didn't like it that I 'bullied' her boyfriend. Even if he started it first so she started rumors about me. Later people started to believe in them. I didn't mind as much sure people talked shit about me behind my back and point at me when I walk by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I never been physically bullied at my old schools but I been cyber bullied and so on so I asked my mom if I could move to a new school. I went to three grade schools in Ohio and two
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter by Milk-and-Pie
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Three notes for you when I dieI, Don't cryThree notes for you when I die by Milk-and-Pie
I don't want you to cover yourself with your duvet at 3 am and bite your lips until they bleed so that no one can hear you sobbing. I don't want you to tell everyone my life story with your eyes burning with streams of rivers and knowing I will never be there to wipe away your tears again. I don't want you to write a million of poems to my death, and make me up into the girl with millions of triumphs because I'm not and I never will be.
II, Don't romanticise
I don't see how beautiful it is to have my flesh scorched in the core of the Earth, or my hand turning blue and eyes scratched by millions of insects. I don't see how I could be compared to the mountain breeze or the ripple in the rain when all I am now is an inanimate cold rotting body with millions of crawlers on my lungs digging into me.
III, Don't hope
I want to tell you that I will be the autumn wind caressing your pale cheeks, or the ethereal ray blossoming your skin into different hues of su
Things to Take on an Acid TripThings to Take on an Acid Trip by GrubbsWriting
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
Legacy of Ezio Chapter ElevenAs if he had the energy of a well-rested owl, Ezio flew among the misty gusts surrounding the island, with Aura by his side. It was something he longed for. He knew almost instantly that the feeling of being in love, was something to keep him sane. He looked at Aura with a loving gaze, which was very distinctively different from his spine-chilling scowl. She looked back at him, feeling affectionate as well. She could feel his wing hold her as she slept. She knew what he wanted to do as soon as all would awake, and was willing to come along despite her fear of the criminals and her opposition to the very thought of violence.Legacy of Ezio Chapter Eleven by Agent36496
The two Eagle Owls found trouble once they had exited the Ice Narrows, heading for the Everwinter Sea. Someone was waiting for him. Someone screeched, “Ezio’s here!” Owls of various colours, swooped down at Ezio and Aura. The caped owl screeched, “Aura, go! Get out of here!” He didn’t want her to get hurt. She understood, and made
Ashes To Ashes -CHAP.02--CHARMED- Their unique circle of witches and Darklighter reappeared in the conservatory of Halliwell Manor. Blake actually had to squint to adjust her eyes to the sheer sunlight that was pouring in through the large open windows. This house was the exact opposite of her own. Everything was bright and open. The walls and furniture were stark white, yet everything was still kept clean and tidy. Blake couldn't help but wonder how much money this family must have behind them.Ashes To Ashes -CHAP.02--CHARMED- by punkette180
"So I've got a question," said Phoebe, breaking Blake out of her almost reverie. "How come you didn't freeze under Piper's power earlier?"
Blake regarded her uncertainly. "What do you mean?"
"The pot that you threw at us," Piper explained. "When I froze it you should have frozen too."
"Oh. I'm sorry, I don't know," Blake confessed. "I've never met anyone with a power like that before..."
"It was strange," Paige agreed. "It's worked on every other Darklighter we've come across."
Legacy of Ezio Chapter TenThe two Eagle Owls landed inside the Great Tree. The interior astounded the female even further. She looked around in wonder. Ezio kept his eye on her. He spread his wings to lower his hood. Aura felt a little startled once her gaze met Ezio’s eyes. Though the colour was dull, she knew that the eyes suited the caped owl. To Aura, Ezio looked handsome. She knew that he was right for her. Without saying anything, she approached him and nuzzled into him. As a reply, Ezio wrapped his wings around her. The caped owl never would have guessed that he, an owl who had been fighting since he started flying, would feel a bond with one who opposed any kind of fight. He made a deal with her father, the count, and wanted to do more than keep her safe. He knew his feelings toward her.Legacy of Ezio Chapter Ten by Agent36496
That had to wait as well, when a familiar voice hooted, “Ezio?”
The caped owl turned his head to where the voice came from, and was surprised to find the black owl at the Great Tree. That meant that th
Out In The Rain - TwiLuna Fanfic"Get this down, Spike!" I told my dragon assistant, while standing by the big window of the library, head held high, eager to tell Princess Celestia about the lesson in Friendship I'd learned that week. He picked up his quill off the desk and positioned it on a sheet of plain white paper. "Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned--" I paused, stunned. Spike looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I glared down at the streets of Ponyville to see Princess Luna sitting on the dirt, rain falling all around her. "Hold on, Spike. I'll be right back..." I whispered, wrapping my favourite white and pink scarf round my neck and opening an umbrella, galloping for the front door. As I approached the Princess I slowed my pace, gently trotting over her her. She looked as though she had been crying. "Princess Luna?"Out In The Rain - TwiLuna Fanfic by CharIie
She turned her head quickly, shaking some little droplets off her mane, to look at me. She frowned as she spoke. "Leave me be, Twilight Sparkle." Her voice cracking. I ignored her reque
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
.pretentious. by BatmanWithBunnyEars
equals deep poetry
(Please see description.)
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.How to love a guy who can't love himself. by Yamiga
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away by Ellen-Souler
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
Welcome to the Llama Party!If you're reading this journal, you're cordially invited to my...Welcome to the Llama Party! by OfOneSoul
In my "last journal" I revealed this upcoming party with no clues as to what it would involve. All I revealed is that it would include prizes such as & Premium Memberships. What I did ask of you was to answer this poll. The question?
What is your favorite number between 1 and 10? And why?
This was in fact the first "contest". I perused the comments and chose the number I will be using in the party based on the entrant's reason. And the winner of the first prize, 100 , is...
- with their comment:
"I like 6.
Ever since I started learning numbers in school, and math,
Pyre of the Sixth SinIt towers over mePyre of the Sixth Sin by SirRantsALot
casting green shadows
to dim the truth,
and forcing falsehood
into the remaining light.
She stands with it,
seemingly taller than the steeple
like a sword.
Her stories snake
through the minds
of her offspring,
poisoning the thoughts
They replace memories of
with a serpent,
begging to be free,
but who strikes
all of its handlers.
No one else
could make sharp thoughts
out of jade haze.
hot to trotinside outhot to trot by wordturner
this years' toy
hot to trot
FitBorn into this Earthly puzzleFit by wordturner
Corporately designed display
Where neat and tight connections
Happen every day
They fall in place so easily
Like laser lines well lit
Why am I the only piece
That just can’t seem to fit?
Guardian of the Black ForestBeware of those who enter these woodsGuardian of the Black Forest by InvaderIka
Home of myth and lore
Turn back now, this you should
Or else you'll become no more.
Once you enter, keep your wit
Trespassers aren't welcomed here
Use your flashlight to keep your path lit
For the protector of forests is near.
He will follow your every step
Until you stray from the forest path
He will hear your every breath
Until you breathe your last.
Der Ritter, Guardian of the trees
Dressed in colors of the night
Face blank of features you commonly see
He won't let you see the light.
His fatal deed has been done
Your blood stains from where you stood
Take this warning little one
He kills those who dare enter his woods.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.fought for recovery after i lost myself in battle by Rewrote
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
The EveryboysThe Everyboys ruined us.The Everyboys by The-Feral-Gentleman
Average Joes with unrecognised talents,
Unachieved ambitions and unrequited romances.
Moral paragons with snaggletoothed peers
Loveable losers with loving, albeit clueless, kin.
They saved the cheerleaders, sometimes the world.
We grew-up in as impotent templates of the Everyboys;
Waiting to be bitten by a radioactive spider,
Yearning to prove ourselves in a zombie-apocalypse,
Hoping to be the hero of a Kafkaesque parable.
But I've never pulled a sword from a stone.
Sometimes you don't save the girl,
Sometimes you do save the girl
But she moves on to better men and brighter days,
Sometimes you do save the girl
But realise that you weren't ever right for each other to begin with.
You won't always beat the bully in some ironic twist of affairs,
My high school tormenters are now bankers and businessmen,
Teachers and fitness instructors, fine specimens of success.
Maybe Scott Pilgrim couldn't beat the world.
Maybe Harry Potter couldn't defeat Voldemort.
HomeHomeHome by Trisaw1
Some enchanted evening, when the candles highlight the love in the atmosphere,
And the happy mood of love radiates and bounces off the walls…
Some stormy evenings, when the rain falls harmlessly on the tiles overhead,
And the wind blows fruitlessly against the shuttered windows…
Some cold evenings, when the central heating system maintains the warmth,
And keeps the family members healthy and sleeping in their snug beds…
Some dark evenings, when the house lights turn on without hesitation,
And the locked doors keep the scariness of the world out…
Some lonely evenings, when the white moonlight shines down from above,
And the stars beckon wonderment on the aloneness of space…
…this is home.
Some noisy days, when the hammering and drilling and banging
Resonates all around because even home needs its care and upgrades too.
Some bright days, when the garden blooms green and colored flowers too,
And birds approach to nest and rest in N
For my sk8er boyI love him. Full stop.For my sk8er boy by JackieFKerouac
It's not that I had to think about it for some while or consider it several times
I just look at our common photos and see his smile - whenever the sadness comes
And it immediately comes to my mind how much I love him.
It's beyond the explanation, much more than it might seem...
I love how he tries to calm me down when my tears are just about to burst
I love how he puts the blanket over my shoulders when I fall asleep first
I love how he makes a cherry tomato heart for me when he prepares my dinner
I love how he tells me everything is perfectly right when I feel like a sinner
I love how he describes my clothes as doll-like because they are so small
I love how he in the morning looks at the picture of kittens on our wall
But most of all I love how he hugs me tight and by that single hug I can tell he loves me too.
No words are needed - at that very moment I bet we think of the same thing as we usually do.
Lost StarsRomeo:Lost Stars by BritishWriter
My love! My love! We must escape!
Escape this prison!
For imprisonment isn't our way
Life is to be enjoyed!
You shall not suffer through my blood
Love oh my love...know that I want you dearly
For our families may loathe our kisses
The love that cannot be stopped
We'll march out of this town with our heads up high
For not even death can do us part
Meet me at the courtyard my lovely
For the sunset will be our mark
We run until we cannot run no more
For the strength we need will be on the love we have
Ring! Ring! I hear the bell tower from afar
I run and run knowing that I'll be covered
You're waiting for me darling...please don't leave
I'll find you my love just wait and see
I'm here! I'm here! I look around
No one is here
Where are you?
I wait in the corner and hear the wind
Where's your voice?
The calming I need
Romeo we must hurry!
We must leave before dark
Or we'll be trapped by the guards who do not have a heart
I see you my love!
I'm running towards you now
AdmirationYou're a work of artAdmiration by BritishWriter
Something so beautiful to see
Admiring it from afar is a punishment unlike others
To not touch what is beneath your work
For life has put this wall in between us
Something that cannot be climbed
We've tied to break its boundaries
To be able to feel
It was when we were pulled away-
The glass came in-between it
The brush of my tips
The touch of of your face
I love you it's true
Ever since I laid my eyes on you
I'm sorry I didn't work harder
I wanted us to be one
For the night I came for us to flee
It was the end of the road
A way that I didn't want to go
Crossing along the road I thought of our dreams
The reality of having them finally with you
It was then the bright light hit
The ringing was high
I felt it's push
My life said goodbye...
For the wall was put in-between our lives
Now I see you from above
Knowing that'll love you-
Eons upon eons
BurricanesWould you arrestBurricanes by St-Rhye
His basic instincts?
He tries to be
Better than a human.
Makes him an animal.
Our primitive desires
Are burning chains
Around his neck
He forgets the past
Forgets his limits
We need a god.
Battles will arrive
In this bloody war
Across the universe
For a bright future.
He has to guide
Every little hope
Resting in his hands.
When the fate calls
Lives must be given
In this case
Plan BA thousand times you've crossed my mindPlan B by TwistedChick2
Like headphone wires our lives entwined
When we first met we did connect like nothing I've felt before
When I met you i suddenly knew, you were everything I wanted and more
But as time passed
We did not last
Yet you are everything to me
But I know that to you
I am nothing new
and I refuse to be Plan B
The Writer vs The ChefThe Writer vs The ChefThe Writer vs The Chef by GalacticPB
The chef paints the dreams of many upon a platter while
the writer pens a new reality for many to see. A chef satisfies the
pallets as the writer contemplates the next journey to be.
Both are dreamers, yet they clash. One deals with reality and
the other deals with fantasy. But at the end of the day, they sit and
have a drink with one another. Their laughs can be heard for miles
as they share a tale or two. They agree that
everyone’s a critic.
Last pieceJust a little more time, just a little more time,Last piece by TheAssholeProphet
til I'll get there and all the answers will unravel themselves,
they will be known to me,
then the questions will seem silly.
Just a little longer, yes, just a little longer.
I decided to remain, be calm and refrain, from ignoring the advise given to me.
"Stop moaning" said the voice; "see what you have and take advantage of that, focus on what you're good at"
I listened and the cloud in my mind became an open sky,
which I now will with wonderful delicious idea's that keep me occupied,
these words that put a smile on my face.
Just a little more time, just a little more time,
the last piece is in place.
Forgive and ForgetForgive and ForgetForgive and Forget by spaztic-one
I already did
You shouldn't have
Then why did you?
I wish i could
Why cant you?
I don't know
you Forgave me, now i need you to Forget me
Living The SongI feel like I’m living a songLiving The Song by spaztic-one
“I can’t stop the rain from falling”
“Nothing could be worse, all these imaginary friends”
Everything feels like some
I wanna switch songs.
How about throw in some
If I’m going to live a song,
“This little girl is capable of murder”
“Here’s to Us, Here’s to Love”
ParanoiaIn your time,Paranoia by TimesFire90
terrible things may happen
which to your life
cause untold destruction.
These horrific events
will put you through hell,
but you can get back up
and live your life well.
Or can you?
Perhaps those events
linger on in your head
and you feel
a permanent sense of dread
and every action
that ever will occur
you fear will destroy
your life forever.
Or will it?
Eventually, you don't know
what to think anymore.
You don't know if that's your spouse
or a lying, cheating whore.
You embrace the thought
that all that is around you
and is out to get you.
Or is it?
voyeurI wanted to knowvoyeur by frightenthelittlesin
If I was really there –
Or just turning blue
From watching the reckless.
And Marlboro smelling and
I modified to dropping eves.
Didn’t want to
But they were
So, so bright –
The shallow box
When I am wondering
Why I haven’t altered myself
Into a goddamn shadow.
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid by axes4six
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
A MemoryI remember eating marshmallowsA Memory by IamA3Dpuzzle
roasted by candle
Dancing in the light
of your cell phone with our voices
making a tune at midnight
Days spent jumping, laughing,
Our feelings seemed connect
As did our hands intertwined
when we'd crossed a mess.
When we'd made our palms bleed
From swinging off trees,
Or when we dug a hole
To hide from the world
We spent snowy days in our shorts and bare feet
Just to see who could stand the heat of the burning freeze
And when I got too cold
you'd pick me up and run us home,
Rainy days were spent laying in puddles listening to the drops, getting soaked
And the sunniest were spent in swimsuits spraying each other with a hose
But every story has an end
So I lost my best friend...
What felt like death
When you left
Because every leaf kicked up in the fall...fell
and every raindrop to be caught...missed
every snowflake to be felt... melt
every flame to jump over in the summer sky...burned out
All these memories fall on my head;
Talking on your
You're Killing MeMother, Father,You're Killing Me by kidko123
please stop shouting.
no matter how hard you try,
you can't hide
that thinly veiled rage
beneath your voice.
I hate how
you don't even try
to hide the hate
tampering with your tone.
I can barely understand
but I can still
hear the spite
behind your words.
don't you know
your torrents of anger
can't be held back
by our paper-thin walls?
I can hear you
I can tell
can't you see?
Broken ButterflyI saw a butterfly cocoon once,Broken Butterfly by kidko123
and I wondered to myself,
"What goes on in there?"
Maybe I could poke it,
put it through something similar
to what I've been through,
and see if it reacts.
I wonder if
a butterfly would still come out
of that cocoon;
maybe with some wound,
it would end up
with a broken wing.
Just like me.
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