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A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,A strong and broken man. by OfOneSoul
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
Propaganda PastThis is what we where givenPropaganda Past by ChainsawInk
A man has no right to complain
A long time ago we were protectors
Given the beauty yet turned to corruption
In our hands and we covered that pain with masks
Leering at the gift that spoke
We turned on each other, lack of care
With no one held dear we conquered
Left the loss of hope for better things
Money, Fame, Glory, it seemed like the answer
Without claim we have no reason to do anything
Our purpose rising to heaven, burning like fragrance
Without hope men will become desperate
Our enemy being concealed
Delivering catastrophes on media driven frenzy
Having no power except information, a jilted spirit
Back than we were protectors
We lost love but claimed we were blameless
Now it's broadcast for all to see
Are essence poisoned and refined to sugar
That which was noble has been delivered as spoiled
If we could take it all back
If we could repair the tragedy
Let's start by leaving the shame of our past
And disregard the failures that we blamed on our f
You Can't Skip the Scary Parts pt. 2"Lucifer? Are you even listening to me?" my father asked in his stern tone. In truth I was listening to him, sort of, he was giving me the same speech I had been given at least three times before. "There are always going to be scary things in the world, but you need to have the courage to face them, despite fear" I said repeating part of his speech.You Can't Skip the Scary Parts pt. 2 by Ba-Shanster
He blinked at me and accepted that I was paying attention, and continued with his long-winded lecture about my seeing things that weren't there, sometimes fear can make us see things but we need to let go of fear and blah, blah, blah. I loved my dad probably more than any other family member, his name was Frank, and while he was short for a man, my brother and most of his co-workers who came to visit, practically towered over him, but he was very much no-nonsense and had a way to demand the most respect and attention when he walked in the room.
It had been nearly a week since the incident on the last day of school, and I knew that this time
Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.Because Writing Keeps Me Human by Milk-and-Pie
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems
LeviLevi by ProjectOWL
I decided to finally write this after the following fateful incident...
My mom had put Levi in the dryer, and he had shrunk. Well, he didn't really shrink, but his fur became all clumped. He wasn't fluffy anymore. That's why I never put stuffed animals in the dryer. But Levi.. THE Levi, my dear Levi, he was ruined. As soon as my mum said she'd washed him, I burst out crying. I often burst out crying when confronted with something related to Levi, and this stuffed animal, a lovely Webkinz Signature Barn Owl, was one of them. But Levi wasn't just a plush owl, no, it's the person he was named after. If you've had a good scout around my profile, you may have come across that name a lot: quotes, characters, poems, plushes named after him. And if you're wondering who he is, well.. I decided to tell his tale.
It's a tale made in childhood, "when my head wasn't screwed on tight", as I refer to that time. I had just begun middle school, grade six. There were some people from my old school, and
Frozen bleeding heartI feel like my heart was ripped from is place and torn open. It feels like it was stabbed and then left to bleed. Then placed in a deep freezer to let the frostbite cover it. Then carelessly, sloppily, shoved back in. It burns yet so numb. I can't feel anything but the freezing pain. I can barely breathe. I just wish I could choke on my bleeding frozen heart already.Frozen bleeding heart by made-of-awesomeness
Spoiler AlertWhen we meet, I’ll be nineteen and you’ll be twenty. You’ll try to get to know me, and I won’t say much, but you’re persistent. And eventually, we’ll become friends.Spoiler Alert by Asterlia
You’ll be in the dorm lounge one day, playing video games with your roommates, and they’ll all laugh at you because I’ll beat you. But you just smile along, because you know I’d beat all of them too.
On a Friday, you’ll ask me out for the first time. I won’t know what to say, so I’ll just accept, not thinking much of it. Then later that night after we’ve eaten ice cream and are sitting on a park bench, I’ll pretend I don’t want to kiss you. Even though I really do.
On the week of final exams we’ll be studying desperately in the library. I’ll be on the verge of tears—why do I even need physics anyway? I’ll groan and slam my head against the desk, and that’s when you’ll lean in close and
Evolution is Solution Part 1: What is normal?What is a normal life? Is it going to school, getting a job, and becoming some guys baby making machine? At this moment of time, class mates are out drinking and having sex with each other, then there's me. A typical sunday evening date with my three screen computer with my head phones on. This is my way of living, and this is the way to inner peace. Plus this is the only way I can live life without weird crap happening.Evolution is Solution Part 1: What is normal? by LGROSARIO
The music from my head phones exploded almost suddenly, causing me to jump in my seat. Almost as if on cue, my room illuminated in light from the blast of lighting outside. This was no coincidence though. Learning from my sixteen years of existence, I knew something wasn't right with me. It started when I was young, when I learned my eyes changed colors in the change of my emotions. It wasn't until got older did my emotions cause severe damage to those around me.
When I cried, storms formed from nowhere. When I was enraged at certain people, they check into the h
Bows and Ties 1: Is it a marshmallow? (TG series) Mayra sat at the table in the empty club room, resting her head upon the coldBows and Ties 1: Is it a marshmallow? (TG series) by LGROSARIO
table surface. Her face was blanketed by her long brown hair that reached to her
waist. With little struggle, Mayra managed to turn her head away from the club room
entrance to the large open windows that lit the room. From her low point of vision,
Mayra was able to see all the activities being performed from club rooms on the
same level. Her eyes darted each window, closely examining them with no interest
on her face.
"Fools. Why strain yourselves with labor enduring activities? Why don't you
guys just go by my example and sleep for the next two hours?" Mayra suggested , following her own advice.
"Maybe it can be because they have work to do for the upcoming festival, and
don't wish to have their club shut down for doing nothing." A voice of reason
explained opening the door to the club room.
"And what exactly is it that we do, C
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
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
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak. by KelaLewis-Morin
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
Puberty.Puberty.Puberty. by KelaLewis-Morin
I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you’re correcting me
And that is why I go to all these places without your permission.
As long as you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules.
You cannot see it now but in the future you will thank me.
That means I want you to go to and come straight home from school.
Recently your attitude stinks, so think before you speak and get an
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
How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1)Whosoever enfeebles the purpose of the phrase 'things could be worse', does not hold an understanding of the misfortunes of existence. They are likely experiencing a first test of sorts, or are simply unfamiliar, or ignorant to the stories behind the darker reaches of life on earth. Yet even then, in the absence of understanding, eyes are eyes that can used to chose a perception of whatever it is they see. Should things ever escalate to the hypothetical result of the current meaning of when people say the phrase 'things could be worse', then less and less people will use the phrase as the world around them becomes more and more bleak. I have no way of calculating the ratio between perception and situation to reliable results, although I'm sure somewhere there's a person whose already come up with one.How to see with Closed Eyes (Pt.1) by GrubbsWriting
I will say this much however: it's human nature to point out the negative, otherwise we wouldn't need phrases like 'look on the bright side'. To say that things could be worse, is bo
Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 12Owen was obviously embarrassed, so I quickly thought of something to make him feel better. I waved my arms at him.Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 12 by lonelyxsonata
“Look at me, I’m not even dressed for a date! I was meaning to go to sleep in these clothes!” It was true, all I had on were grey sweats and a black tank top.
I could see him start to calm down and he eventually laughed. He glanced at me and shook his head, “I am looking at you. I would take you out even if you wore a garbage bag.”
We both laughed nervously, the tension between nearly dissolved. I smiled at him and shyly patted his back. “Let’s go to the bar then. I kind of would like to see my sister and cousins dance. Hopefully they do bad enough to make me feel better about my performance.”
We walked together in silence to the Brass Bar and sat on some bar stools by the bar. By now, Joyce was out performing with Alma. They were doing some lyrical dancing to a song I did not know. A man with a bushy beard named Hayden asked
[AU] KilluaxReader: Reaching for You Prologue[AU] KilluaxReader: Reaching for You Prologue by cloudwolfwarrior
(Y/n) - Your name
(h) - Height
(E/c) - Eye color
(L/h) - Length of hair
(H/c) - Hair Color
(F/n) - First name
(L/n) - Last name
"No! (Y/n)!", Killua yells as he catches you from falling. "Why? Why did you do that?", he asks, crying. "Because I love you. I feel like I'm still reaching for you Killua. But that's ok. No matter how far away you are, I will always reach for you. I love you..."
Assassins are killers not murderers. They have a job to kill someone and they do it. No matter who it is. Assassins train for years. If you are in a assassin family, they train you from when you're a child. They do many things that regular families don't do. They put electricity on you so that you will bare the pain. They also put poison in you so that you won't get affected. Some assassins love to kill for fun. They are to not feel emotion like happiness, love, and sadness however. It distracts them from doing what they are supposed to do. Happiness, love, and sadness is a weakness. Love is
FLUSHED 2 [Karkat/Male!Reader]A/N: I normally don't have to do this, but here's a quick key so that you can actually understand the story without having to imply everything until you get to the descrip:FLUSHED 2 [Karkat/Male!Reader] by CorporalCornbread
: = i
0 = o
maybeHuman [MH] = you
Okay that's it, Jay out.
You wouldn't say that you particularly welcome visitors. Not that you don't have friends, you do, and you love hanging out with them, too, but it's just tedious to have someone show up at your door when you're trying to have a quiet day to yourself. Your small group of pals know this and respect it, so one Sunday while your parents are out and you're shut into your room, the doorbell ringing comes as an unwelcome surprise.
You slightly jump at the suddenness of the sound, but continue pestering Dave, until the bell rings again. And again. Your scowl deepens as you continue talking to the blondie.
MH: s0me fucker :s r:ng:ng the d00rbell,
TG: how insensitive
MH: :t :s! : t0ld every0n
Death the Kid x Reader, Dreams chapter 7Death the Kid x Reader, Dreams chapter 7 by goaty0000
Chapter 7: Bonding……..
It was a long day in school but it had finally ended and I actually felt, pretty good on my first day.
Although it was pretty rough on my first day but everything began to take a turn in my life and I had a feeling that my life would not be like my past life. It was going to be much brighter and cheerful, I could feel it, but this feeling seem to be growing more as I grew attached to my new friends, Death the Kid and the others.
Kid was actually my very first friend in the Academy.
He was kind….and he also protected me….
His smile, gave me a warm feeling deep inside my heart, and I didn’t know why. Maybe I was just feeling bashful around him, after all, he is a boy after all, but I didn’t feel the same when I was with Soul or Black Star.
Anyway, the day was ending and I had to go find my new home here in the Academy.
Sage and I had finally searched our new home and we entered inside. The room we were going to live in was actual
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.
Break TimeA moment of peaceBreak Time by NocturnalMage
Coffee break and cigarettes
Back to the classroom
NostalgiaReflect on your pastNostalgia by NocturnalMage
Recall your thoughts and feelings
Remember those days
DisappointmentSeashell in a jar.Disappointment by ShiningSteel
Someone else's souvenir.
Voyage not taken.
The heartIt has sewn desperate pleas and hopeful tragedies,The heart by Beautiful-Doubt
pushing toward the climax.
all aflutter, quickly fell to but a mutter.
To them were granted not a boon,
depression, rejection sank in too soon.
Bounding forth from seeds of love; malnourished.
Stifled down, forbade to flourish.
The once pure sprout, corrupted, corroded,
signs of truth were not decoded.
Denial ate away fast the earthen cast.
A hollowed mold of memories; untold.
It dies painfully, and alone.
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.
MedicineI want to cure you fromMedicine by frightenthelittlesin
Your ill thoughts – a sick way
Let me cure you:
You were always the prettiest
With an open throat
Feeding on humans isn't written in my genetic codeDo you necessarily have toFeeding on humans isn't written in my genetic code by frightenthelittlesin
Put the journal and scissor
In front of my face?
If I am not allowed to have my plate
Under my nose
- Then why did you have to
Give me the meat bloody?
I feel queasy.
What you let me choke down
Is now knotting in my stomach.
I want to remove the
Disgusting chunks of flesh
Out of my system.
(Feeding on humans for lust
Isn’t written in my genetic code)
I do not push your buttons
I just want to have the minimum
Of space that you admit to me.
You tell me
We wouldn’t eat yet-
But everyone around
Is already swallowing and devouring
The other people.
Everyone but you.
We just do not eat yet.
I am not allowed to eat.
I’ve got a smudgy scissor
And a paper with announcements of murder
Under my nose.
No, I mustn’t eat.
We are still about to glow…
A Perfect Pain You're my painA Perfect Pain by Mimibert
But it's not what you would expect
You are perfect
The mere comparison of the two of us makes me question my existence
Your composure is so well put together
Every piece fits together like magic
The way you walk is something special
Your feet hit the floor with a grace that eludes my comprehension
your stride is held up by a confidence that's so..
It's as if the way you hold yourself can hold me up too when I feel as if i can't get to my feet
You are so developed
Not in the sense of body
But the way your soul has matured
Beauty, in all sense of the word is presence in your thoughts,
In your heart;
Sewn into the very fibre of who you are
Woven with the most beautifully coloured threads and laces
I can see the world in your eyes
As if there was nothing to fear
You're as secure as a safe
Your arms could wrap themselves
the Girl who was deadOnce upon a timethe Girl who was dead by ForestoFairies
there was a young beautiful girl
who, every time woke up,
after a moment fell dead.
Cold became her body,
stiff it lay in bed...
her existence no more witnessed
by the sound of a single breath.
But then she started snoring,
that's the amazing fact,
every time that morning
died in the sunset.
TransparencyI'd sit and watch as the world flew by.Transparency by ChainsawInk
If there was something to be had as a passer by,
Not so with you my crumpled I.
This is how I express myself on paper with ready dye.
Blues and blacks for my forehead with signs I'm grieving movements in life,
Now it's important that I present my actions towards the one relied.
Stuck in the middle with our essence not correcting course you will collide,
Even while the ones met are struck with either flight or fright.
All the while digressing, I'm sometimes forgeting their gripes.
Still I move back further in my seat and think about how broken families crack then slide.
Coming off the walls the reasons and divisions accomplishing disastrous slights...
Not so with revisions of those whom delight,
Not in the cataclysm that is self imposed but somehow in removing its fright.
The people that we meet are reflections of choices and made better by confident sight...
Love those you meet for they are destined to be close to might,
The cause of doing what i
Forget-Me-NotI am a Forget-Me-Not,Forget-Me-Not by KatsaNovari
budding into spring.
I am shy in my shady place;
I still wish to dream.
My petals will remain around me,
Until I feel safe.
You've planted me, watched me grow.
You've whispered words of encouragement, promising me I'll be so much more.
I reach out, as far as I can, my feet have taken root into the soil.
My leaves want to reach you, but you've turned away.
My courage falters, I retreat back to security.
You've returned. My heart flutters with joy.
It's okay, I want to tell you. I understand.
I am not the only flower in this bed. Of course you have more.
Many require your attention more than I do.
It'd be selfish of me to consider otherwise.
I can feel my petals unfurling. Soon I will be beautiful.
But I'm slow.
My brothers and sisters are ahead of me. Why won't I grow?
I want to ask you, but you're so busy. I shan't disturb you. It'd be wrong of me.
I can do it myself, I know I can. They have, why can't I?
Child of liesThere was a storm the night she was born,Child of lies by blood-red-ribbons
Thunder and lighting greeted her into a harsh world,
Where light never quite beat darkness,
Even in the brightest day, a shadow remained,
Covering half the beauty she was blessed with,
She found solace underground, where the needles
Strewn about her feet were forgotten,
And her lilac eyes didn't strain to see.
There are bodies touching hers, but she does not feel.
The warmth left her skin years ago.
A Drop of KindnessA drop of kindessA Drop of Kindness by AsakoBunny
Will nurture hope.
A smile a day
Will keep the wars away.
Because every bit helps.
Do something good
Because it’s up to you.
Lend someone a shoulder;
Give someone a bandage.
And remember this;
Humanity is only falling apart
Because few are being kind.
Blood in the SnowPart of "Hellengard" - Shard of TerrorBlood in the Snow by Glayve
There is blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
as I stand here so bold
and I can't look away
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't good
and I'm not bold at all.
Yet I'm standing here still
and I can't move away
If I do turn and run
I am sure I will pay
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't fine
cause that blood sure as hell
isn't looking like mine.
Now it may seem like this
is an odd thing to say,
cause why would anyone
ever see it that way,
that it's fright'ning as hell,
that it's awful and scares,
when the blood in the snow
doesn't look like it's theirs,
But, you see, there's the thing
that the blood in the snow
is as blue as the lake
in the valley below
and it doesn't make sense
and it shouldn't be there
because now that it is
someone needs to take care.
There is blood in the snow,
just some blood in the snow,
but the people are scared
For the Rest of My LifeI always try to live,For the Rest of My Life by ArrogantReality
Exactly as I teach...
If there's one thing that I can't stand,
It's all this rampant hipocrisy...
And I will always remember the things,
That my grandfather said to me...
To freely love, to expect nothing in return,
To do it unconditionally...
He was the wisest man,
That I've ever known,
He set my feet down,
On the path that I have gone,
He said that practise makes it perfect,
If you'll only wait and see...
He said, "Anything is possible,
As long as you believe...!"
For the rest of my life!
I will give a little more,
To everyone I know,
Plant a million seeds,
Stand up, and watch them grow,
I am right where I belong,
Get down on my knees,
Thank God for the love I'm shown...!
I will be a little kinder,
Respond a little faster,
Try to help the world,
Avoid the next disaster,
I will keep...all these things in mind...
For the rest of my life...
I watch my little girl,
See her grow as she learns,
Peek into her mind,
And watch the wheels turn
I love the w
The long awaited touch. Emerging as a banquetThe long awaited touch. by LumenArtist
to stars that dine the night, in vows of etiquette.
We wore these bows
as streams of delight that shined so effortless,
through midnight boughs
that burn like ether...
to lead you to renown's
the long awaited touch.
we fill with sweet innocence,
as floods of vows
to be as whispers much.
A lithe, to the graceful
the ephemeral sunrise,
o' Lithium flower
you were an ambrosial fruit,
an oddly-shaped flower
autumnal, some rise
to caress the insubstantial anger
as a proposal of truth,
as words were means within them.
War on the war godSampoWar on the war god by ElveTheInsane
The great work of the blacksmith
Was taken by great evil
The magic cast by Louhi
'twas then when Väinämöinen
Sailed out on an adventure
In high pursuit
She noticed our heroes
Unyielding and possessive
She called for Iku-Turso
With might and all his glory
He rose out of the blue-sea
Then it began
War on the war god
Rising from the depths
Fear the son of Old-age
Who comes for your flesh
Fire burned down the windrows
He blocked out the light
He who stopped the white-clouds
Brought the endless night
He goes by many a name
The father of diseases
And what he really looked like
Thousand heads or thousand horns
No one had known
Was asked by Väinämöinen
"Why riseth thou from blue-sea?
Why dost thou leave thy castle,
Show thyself to these heroes?"
Turisas gave no answer
Was least afraid
War on the war god
Rising from the depths
Fear the son of Old-age
Who comes for your flesh
Fire burned down the windrows
He blocked ou
HonestyThose of you who do notHonesty by TheStoyTeller
wear masks need to be careful.
Some of your tongues become
so infatuated with mirrors
and text messages
and honesty that you let it
you let your lack of modesty
swallow who you are supposed to be
and these little black holes
and white lies are damaging to
a society of false expectations
and made up realities.
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.
HazelHi Hazel.Hazel by kidko123
I know that I've said this before,
but your eyes are beautiful.
They're so caring and worldly,
so full of wisdom
but so reluctant to show it,
so quiet when silence comes
yet still speaking volumes
just with a glance.
It's as if
they hold galaxies of wonder
and I just can't help but want to stare
whenever I get the chance.
I know it hasn't been long
and I know you're worried
that this is it,
but I promise you;
it hasn't even been
and I miss you
You make me want to see the world,
just because you do.
it's been years
since I've climbed a tree,
or tried to out-bike someone,
and I still can't believe
you actually beat me.
And I'm slightly afraid right now,
ever so slightly,
that I was bitten,
until I knew you,
I never knew ladybugs could bite.
So, I miss you Hazel.
And trust me,
me and you?
We'll make it last,
through and through.
(2008) The BeginningI'm standing at the start of this path(2008) The Beginning by CalCrazy
that I've never travelled;
A path I was supposed to take when I was younger
but only now have managed to arrive at.
I'm trembling with fear
because I don't know what's ahead;
My glass cage, though confining
has long been my familiarity.
Will I make it to the end
and break out of this Eternal Winter,
or will I stumble off course
and fall back into the dark waters of misery?
Am I strong enough to let go of my past;
let go of the Demons' hands with whom I've danced with for so long,
or will I succumb to their manipulating voices
and allow darkness to stay in my bones?
Can I overcome myself and my pain
my raining skies and blackened memories
and free the light of my soul
who has been enslaved to my devils all this time?
With a deep breath and emotions churning
I take the first step and look ahead...
The woman I should have been is waiting for me,
I have to try and make it to her.
Will I succeed,
or will I fail?
The time has come
to find out.
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