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All Hallow's EveThe sun's gone down,All Hallow's Eve by TimesFire90
the moon's come out,
and those long dead
are out and about
wandering the world
that they had to leave
on the one day they can return,
All Hallow's Eve.
Some of the living
are out too,
looking for candy
from people like you.
Yet, on this night,
whether or not they believe,
a dark force stalks them
on All Hallow's Eve.
So when you go out
to give or take candy,
with those who are friendly
and beware the demons
that dare to deceive,
lest you lose more than treats
on All Hallow's Eve.
BeautifulOnce upon a time in a harsh world where abandonment and cruel intent left only a wasteland of broken things that used to be people, there existed 2 who lived by soul, by truth, by touch alone so as to not be blinded by the same condition of self-deceit as the rest of these so called humans. One was hurting for lack of love and purpose. The last of a dying breed, starving for the nutrient rich vitamin called love and acceptance. The other was fighting the constant battle she was born with, a welcome distraction really, from the constant hunger for real love, which was also rare, near extinction. They were acquainted in the past which served as a catalyst to the unsurprising reconnect that technology had allowed.Beautiful by careyanne75
He found purpose, he found love, she did as well but had a hard time putting down her sword to let someone close, she did let him in though, as if he had always been the
A BucketI felt him grab my shoulder and shake me. I awoke to the strong smell of fresh coffee and spices. My stomach grumbled reminding me I was hungry. I looked around in pure confusion. I had no clue how I ended up there. The restaurants and cafés were full in Jackson Square. I looked around at the people enjoying themselves in the late evening, laughing and talking over a southern style dinner among the colorful lights burning on the clear, black sky of New Orleans. The music seemed to be filling the air with nostalgia of the golden age. An open-air jazz concert was being held. A man, riding on his bike, sped past me and lifted an arm before turning his head to yell an awkward excuse at me. Warmth rushed through my body. It sort of scared me. Why did everything feel so distant?A Bucket by necropoetus
"We should hurry a little," said Ra and got a hold of my hand. I suddenly glared up at him. His black hair was hanging on his smooth face. Only his eyes moved in my direction.
"What's with the buck
Why the Dickens is this Ghoul in the Bedroom?The spectre stood quivering the in corner of the room, looking more haunted than haunting. Its bloodshot eyes, rested on the figure in the bed, who sat up and rubbed her eyes repeatedly until they looked similar to those of the wavering figure, cowering in its cobwebbed retreat. Miss Kingsley made a mental note to seek out her feather duster when morning came, that is, if she was allowed to see morning!Why the Dickens is this Ghoul in the Bedroom? by shelleypalmer
For what purpose had this ghoul invaded the privacy of her bedroom? Perhaps it was an incubus? An incredulous thought and perhaps one that was more than a tad wistful, as Miss Kingsley was now seventy-eight-years old. Her breasts were down to her knees and her derriere likewise on the opposite side of them. However, gravity had actually been kind, for her knees were the knobbliest, wartiest constructions that God (or perhaps his adversary) had ever created and the aforementioned appendages and flaps totally obscured them! Of course, it just might be that the Thing had some weird craving
Hectic HalloweenAlrighty people, time to get your masks and your candy and your costumes and cosplay and your scary movies and your MJ songs and your Tim Burton makeup because it's HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, my favourite holiday! I tell you, I spent the last two months figuring out what Alfred, my imaginary friend, should dress up as. We finally came to a conclusion of either Michael Jackson or Ziggy Stardust, (we were shooting for Ziggy Stardust) and then Al goes and tells me that he wants to go as the guy from that viral video The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon.Hectic Halloween by ProjectOWL
Alfred: Hey! You didn't let me go as what I wanted to last year, so.. Deal with it! (Puts on sunglasses)
Yeah, guess you're right. The thing is, I completely forgot about it. And also I was mid-crisis. Anyway, we worked it out, you're going as Jareth from Labyrinth.
Anyway, being a kid who's been out on many Halloweens, I know the dynamic of the night, and the problems in that dynamic. One of the biggest proble
Letter to my Lost LoveMy Dearest Love,Letter to my Lost Love by cechapman95
I miss you. Is there a better way to say it? Is there a way for me to truly convey the depth of my emotion to you? Every waking moment, I’m thinking about you and remembering what it is to be in your arms. Every night, you walk in my dreams and try to save me from this horror I’m living. Is there a way for me to be with you again? I wish I knew.
All these long months alone have opened my eyes, in a way. All the things I took for granted have been taken from me. Do you know what it is to have every moment of your day dictated for you? Everything, from when I wake up to when and what I eat to what I do for fun, are all planned for me, and I have no choice but to follow.
This place has taken you from me just as surely as what’s wrong in my own mind. Was I really that bad off when I came here? When I entered this falsely clean and happy place in an attempt to get better, what was really wrong? It’s been so long now that I can’t remember if I r
To the days where books couldn't heal Usually it's easy to live without you. I wake up with my baby nephew shaking and hugging and poking me because he wants to play with me and I have to comply because he's too adorable. Mum's bacon sandwich always makes me happy because come on, it's bacon.To the days where books couldn't heal by Milk-and-Pie
But not today. Today feels like asphalt dust just blows up on my face when I speed to town. Today feels like the gears on clocks stop working and my eyes are thunderstorms and lightnings. I couldn't see or feel, but they are overflowing with the madness of static movement. I think I'm going to crash, and I'm terrified because I don't think I mind it so much.
Maybe I'm not someone to be noticed.
I don't know why my spine is curved into the shape of a wilted rose, or why my books seem to trigger me into another parallel
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
Out of the Woods, Into the Fire: Prologue + Ch. 1Prologue.Out of the Woods, Into the Fire: Prologue + Ch. 1 by GroceryStorePhobic
It was a dark and stormy afternoon.The forest floor had been reduced to the consistency of diarrhea, and smelled about as pleasant. Most of the villagers were inside their homes, sleeping or cooking or eating or a combination of the three. There were, however, two children that were not doing any of those things, nor were they nestled inside their homes at all. Instead, they were in the woods, trekking through the not-diarrhea and preparing for danger.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Marc. I want to go back. Mother is going to be worried.” The younger boy said, fiddling with the tiny sword that hung by his side.
“Be quiet!” The older brother, Marcus, hissed. “We’re doing this for mother, Noah, to off the monster that killed Dad.”
Noah looked down at his soggy feet and nodded quietly.
MordecaiMr Kettering, a stout stubble faced man of thirty, stood hand poised ready to knock. Before him loomed an ominous ebony door, polished and illuminated by the striking glare of a nearby lamppost, it's gaseous flame flickered nonchalant. A confetti of snow had begun to collect over Mr Kettering's lacklustre brown jacket. He shuffled his thick soled boots. The cold was nipping his cheeks in a petty manner as is the wont of a premature snowstorm. Mr Kettering raised his knuckles again. Hesitant he rapped a couple of times. Silence. The wind around him howled. Behind him a merry threesome swayed to and fro up a long pavement. Listening to them as they cajoled. He assumed that they were on a return trip home or were just navigating towards their next drinking hole.Mordecai by NemoX7
After a time the ominous door creaked open. Mr Kettering stepped through. No one was there. No servant to greet him. No master of the house to inquire of his business. A simple straight forward hall. A cubby hole of a hall. Mr Ket
War of Chaos Chapter IIWar of Chaos Chapter I by Agent36496
The younger of the two men nodded as if it was just what he was thinking. He then directed his attention toward the large globe of light, approaching it with caution. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch the energy the globe was made purely out of. It was perfectly clear now. However, he pulled back, not wanting to know how it would affect him. He spoke, “Sensei. I have never seen something this strong. It is hollow. So what we seek is inside.”
The older man approached now, examining the orb. He sighed at the sight of the object. “This will not be easy”, he said lowly.
“How do you suggest the approach then, Sensei?”
The older man sighed before speaking, “This is common elemental magic. The common way to resolve it, is with magic of its opposite. Commonly, with the interaction between the energies of two rival elements, they cancel each other out.” Looking at the younger man, his stern expression partially visible, he added,
Imagine....Imagine.... by growinluvhandles
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
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
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
Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guessThe full moon glistened upon the darkness of the mountains. Not a burst wave of wind blowing through the night autumn sky. A perfect night to go star gazing with loved ones. A perfect night to take your best gal on the trip of her life. Instead I sit here on the mountains, alone, wasting my breath. The only warmth provided for I is the cigarette I have lit to calm my nerves. Not everyday your best friend goes missing, and suddenly you're the main suspect.Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guess by LGROSARIO
Just an average day, like any other, until your mother screams that the police are at the door. Knowing my past records with the law, I took her cries as warning and fled out the back door. My heart nearly jumping out of my chest, sprinting like the mad man I was. The thick wind struck my face, my breathing becoming nearly impossible as i found I couldn't stop. Fear had taken over my body and all common sense. Running was my only option. Running was my only escape. Running was my only way to safety. But that was four hours ago.
No Light, No Hope Part I"I can feel my soul being pulled back into the darkness, and I don't know whether to just accept it. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall backwards into the darkness. My heart screams at me, telling me there is no reason to go back to the dark. But it is not true. There is no more light, nothing to give me hope. I am to forever be alone. That is what the world wants. I don't belong in this world, this life. I don't have anything to look forward to. Good bye to all, my soul and heart are broken and no more. I am now a hollow shell of nothing. This was meant to be. There is no light, there is no hope."No Light, No Hope Part I by LGROSARIO
Everlasting Happiness Chapter 9Everlasting Happiness Chapter 9 by AnjyilLee
That summer came and went for the family. The rest of Feli and his parents’ visit ended without another incident though sensed that they probably won’t come back anytime soon.
Arthur went back and forth between avoiding everyone and not letting his daughter and Lovino have a moment alone together. He couldn't at night though when she’d slip into bed with the Italian. They didn't do anything though…well they usually didn't. They've gone farther than they probably should have twice that summer, but mostly the young couple just slept with Aimi's head on his chest, both sleeping more peacefully than ever before.
With school back up, the family was forced back into their school routines, something Peter would whine about with a passion for the first week or two. The two teens were starting their senior year. While most students were excited about this, our couple didn't see it the same way as their classmates.
When Antonio would ask if his son was happy to fin
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
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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
We are fluidIf there is one revelation that I have pondered over the most in my current life it is this:We are fluid by BlackIceNordic8
as part of God's creation, we are a gray-scale.
As humans we are a vibrant fluid that changes colors in accordance with its environment and internal chemistry.
And as any liquid, we have mold to the shape of our containers unable to metamorphosize into a more stable compound without first exploding from our confines and soaking into the Earth, where we truly belong.
ConversationGive me a minute of your companyConversation by katamaris4ever
And I'll give you a lifetime of memories
We'll go on a verbal wanderlust
And get lost in the recollection of it all
I'll listen to you for as long as you need
If you're willing to do the same for me.
Let's talk of family and heartbreak
Betrayal, hope, and encouragement
About oxford commas and video games
Tasteful humor and depressing music
It doesn't matter what's on the table
As long as that opportunity exists.
I apologize if I come off too strong
Or too weak to make a change for myself
But the truth is I love the witty banter
The dry criticism and veiled compliments
Because in the end, all that I remember
Is the smile you all put on my face
And sometimes it ends abruptly
Blue in our faces with belligerent sorrow
Cashing in on our vulnerabilities
Realizing we weren't ready to speak
But understanding that next time we meet
We'll be fortified.
A friend is always loyal
And a brother born to help in time of need
So I'm glad I have a way to communicate
invitationyou have an invitation to connectioninvitation by wordturner
for some emotional DATA collection
at a much higher bandwidth
than the one you’re messin with
get real serious face to face
feel a powerful embrace
put down that app
robbing you blind
vacuuming your mind
your life is the book
searching for a nook
so answer the call
get out of the mall
exercise natural selection
you have an invitation to connection
My FallThe cool autumn breezeMy Fall by The-Most-Unclean
Brings back your fading memories.
The falling dried leaves
With innocent hearts breaking
The humble sun fades away
Clouds unsettled, but stay
They lend a few funereal tears
Our world cries in dismay.
But nothing lasts forever
Not the time
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
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.
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.I Will Love Myself by EvannaVanyaEliska
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his SunFunny How it Works Out by AmphetamineDreams
Making his bright days
But I became his Moon
Even on the darkest of his nights
Forbidden Part VIII(Frozen)Forbidden Part VIII by BritishWriter
I held my hand against the glass
Seeing the heat slip away
Time oh time...why have you slipped?
I cried realizing it was done
Letters of letters...
Stares and seconds are hollow
Not once I heard from you
Not once I saw that smile
I waited and waited for months
I held my heart together
Hoping for that knock
I gather my things
Let the shivers kick in
It's as white as back then
The time of yesterday
I smiled as I walked out the door
Feeling the doubts slip away
You're never gone
I must accept that
I hold onto the rail and walk down
Letting the day carry me away
For no matter what I'll always keep writing
I won't care to stop
For this is a day to keep on hoping
There's no one to stop my heart
For my soul needs to vent
Remembering today was our day...
When we walked together
Look each other in the eye
Laughed with the chills hitting our face
I told you what was me
You told me what you were
I felt the warmth I craved
You smiled with no paused
Forbidden Part IXDarlingForbidden Part IX by BritishWriter
Wait a minute
This is the place
There's no denying this was it
I walked up the steps
It dreadful and exciting
A time of no turning back
A day where I saw you
I saw someone else
There was a spark
The little things I always kept in sight
From the moon to the stars
The list is endless
For no one can replace what you gave me
A curiosity beyond belief
There wasn't lust
Nothing but truth
I fell for what I heard
A voice filled with heart
There wasn't a fake
No effort needed
It only grew more
A simple "Hey"
The countless talks
Happy accidents of always finding one another
Then why can't I find you?
Why couldn't I say goodbye?
I had to come back
Tell you what I meant to say
You won't answer the door...
I knock harder and harder
Until I see it crack
I step inside and see it
I see what I've left...
Love that was written away
Lead HeartIf only I could hear the birds sing in the middle of the night.Lead Heart by OceanHeir
Cause that's when it would help to hear them.
Instead this silence deafens me,
Suffocates me in the dark.
Plays the melancholy song on repeat,
Locks me in that padded room
Alone with my destructive thoughts.
I'm chained to this rabid mind.
Swimming with piranhas,
Preying on my fleeting time.
Swallowed by this sea
An emotional shipwreck
Sunken by this sullen heart.
Into the depths
A black hole
Consuming every bit of light
I try to glimpse
It's as if
I was born into this watery grave.
The Fields of GloryHave you heard the legendThe Fields of Glory by ElveTheInsane
Of a battlefield far away
Men used to come there
In hope of finding their fame
Some of them succeeded
And their glory they had claimed
Throughout all history
People remembered their name
Well, myself and some friends
We had decided to go
Together we believed
That we would vanquish our foes
Travelled a long distance
We went where the cold winds blow
For all of us had dreamed
Of being called the heroes
March on, to the fields of glory!
Gained by spilled blood is its infamous name
March on, to the fields of glory!
Once you have fought there, no war is the same
March on, to the fields of glory!
Where we fight side by side, die with honour and fame
March on, to the fields of glory!
Matching our strength, life or death is the game
Our foe approaches
We see their armies afar
Our men now prepare
Wait for the battle to start
Some of them seem nervous
Others are covered in scars
But only time will tell
How good at combat they are
March on, to the fields of glory!
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtSome Broken People by Rifle1980
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
PassingDistant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.Passing by jade-pandora
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way toward the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s edge
the crabs startle
as I see into her grave
Keep ClimbingKeep Climbing by AnjyilLee
Still can't see the top.
What point is there in trying?
But something keeps me hoping.
To fall down
So there's no need to frown.
Made it farther
Than I thought
Can't just let my spirit rot.
Too much hope
Too much at stake
Only one real choice to make.
And someday I'll see the top.
An Untold Tale of FameThe lights shine among your hairAn Untold Tale of Fame by BritishWriter
You feel the warmth
The applauding all around
Where's the people?
Where's the love?
I look around and begin to talk
I say thank you
I bow down
The curtain starts to close
I shy away
No one is hearing me
Can anyone see what I'm doing?
I look back quickly and see it
See what everyone sees
It's not the spotlight
It's not the scene
We're not sold out
The theatre isn't full
I haven't flown
There wasn't enough
Power! Power! I need it!
More and more that's the key
To make this light shine
Go away! Away!
I need this to stay
Make it white!
I want to soar
My encore is nulled
The curtain is shutting this down
The minutes are gone
The show is over
But the darkness goes on
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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