Shadows within the worldWhen you look down at the ground,Shadows within the world by Purplebubblemango
You will always see a shadow behind you
When your born into this world
your shadows start small
But as you grow shadows always grow with you
Your shadow is always by your side
When you hurt yourself, by falling over
But it never shows the pain
When you ride you first bicycle, when you smile
Your shadow will be following on your adventures
When you’re on a childish adventure
your shadow will be you sidekick
When it is you hardest times in life
your shadow will be by your side
Watching the world change and changing itself as you grow together
Casting itself over building over trees and sometimes they get in the way
Your shadows are there in your funniest moments
You loving moments that are treasured forever,
like your first love
But do people see that they are there
When the shadows walk in front
When they go way out of proportion
When they make you look like an alien or create funny shapes.
But do you see that you shadow will always be there
Though the looking glassHave you ever thought looking though the mirror?Though the looking glass by Purplebubblemango
Through the looking, glass and seeing
Something clearer, to see reflection appearing in your face
Then to think is there more, than just this face
Then to step into the looking glass, into a world full of mystery
Over the other side, to see dancing lights
Things that are unusual, things are strange
But hey it time to see things in a different way
Than my old side of the mirror, full of people you love but
Which side will you pick?
In this new place you can be whatever you want to be
To think about the world, were you used to be?
And you start to think you need to go back
But trapped, and find yourself falling down the rabbits borrow
Just as you’re about to hit the ground,
Wake up and you see that you’re back in your bed safe
And sound, surrounded by a bunny and a story book
It was just a dream
Broken Threadswhat led you to me can never be struck downBroken Threads by Purplebubblemango
by an arrow that is so sharp that
pieced through the chest and into our hearts
but what ever happens we will always be we,
you and me
But when your heart rips into pieces
we can always fix it with the red threads
hanging from our hearts
they will sow slowly back into place
when these threads have mended through pieces of the heart
within us the threads will grow and become stronger
and the broken strings of the heart will pull us closer together
Within the mind of the otherWithin the mind of the other,Within the mind of the other by Purplebubblemango
one would take ones heart and show mercy upon the one they love.
To whom shows love, beholds the truth behind those eyes,
and within those eyes hold the key to ones mind,
but within that mind the key is held by their heart.
No one will know how to unlock the mind even if it that individual,
has held someone’s heart for so long,
but they would have to unlock the mind of the one they held the heart of.
The mind is a safe full of memory to which one keeps safe from the person who held they heart before, till someone unlocks their mind, to unlock the dreams then to unhinge the memories.
But to whom you may love opened their heart to, are you willing to console the message that comes from the soul,
to consume the stories of the heart you held onto.
LonelinessLoneliness. You can be surrounded by people day and night and still feel alone, there is nothing that I know better than this. I've been told that as long as you befriend yourself, you will never feel alone, but that isn't true for me.Loneliness by onFrequentHiatus
It's been three years since I've had any face-to-face contact with a friend. Three years since I've laughed with friends at an inside joke, or stood bewildered by their inside joke that I wasn't in on. Three years ago I still existed, but I don't think that I do anymore. Not in a way that matters.
Often I am struck by the feeling of being alone, and all too frequently I am overwhelmed by this horrid emotion when I am surrounded by others. Though I hated high school, I remember my freshman year, when I still had friends. I had a place to be at lunch, someone to meet before the first bell rang. There were people that I knew and I could rely on their routine to help me get through the day. Still, it was freshman year that broke this support network in
Northern LightsThere is nothing like the magic of the Northern Lights. My face is drowned in the green hues of the night sky. Skin prickles, but not for lack of warmth. No, tonight I get goosebumps from the most natural magic of all.Northern Lights by onFrequentHiatus
Nature sits all around this man-made cottage and man-made shed. She does not care that her children have been molested for man-kind's benefit, for she is above such emotionally charged responses. Instead she mourns the death of the trees while celebrating the birth of a home.
If I had known what enlightenment truly was, all those years ago, then I never would have become a monk. I never would have retreated to the monastery and taken a vow of silence. If I had truly known where my destiny lay, everything would have been different. Above me the sky understands, and if I squint I can see where she touches Atlas's shoulders. The muscles on his shoulders bulge as he struggles to keep the sky in her place, and with each tremor of his aching arms I watch the Northe
sun girlshe taps her fingernails against the door of the car as she restlessly drives forward in afternoon traffic, intensely aware of Sun Girl (who she usually admires from afar), stopped behind her, visible in every rear view mirrorsun girl by cavalieramour
and who would have ever thought she would find someone to write about in late night poetry? her wrists are painfully fragile and the other girl is made of iron and steel, easily the most athletic of all the girls in her grade; ivory and gunmetal woven into something angelic.
the new june air was warm on her skin; sun reminded her of soccer fields and green grass, of her, long (now short) golden hair, hazy blue eyes, of ocean, of sky -- endless sky. time stood still in that moment; sunset-haired girl mused meekly of how both their first names began and ended with their first and last initials, and wondered if it was all fate. or all coincidence.
Once Before Soft piano music plays in the distance. It is dark. It is cold. Standing there alone she shivers and shakes looking around her for any source of warmth. The only thing she can see is the dark void that she is in. Her breath visible as she exhales into the cold air.Once Before by WolfShadowHiruka
Yet where is that music coming from? She thinks to herself as the ice gradually holds her in place, slowly freezing her over. Just before her body begins to ice over, she takes a tentative, unstable step forward. She hears the piano music playing, sending a warmth over her cold body. Her arms wrap around herself, gradually cracking her once icy body with each movement.
She can hear the laughter from forgotten memories of the past, feel the emotions she had forgotten about, giving a warm feeling in her heart as it once had. A small smile slowly cracked the ice on her face as she continued walking, now with much more ease, no longer ice.
Ten Years Before The Devastation Alexander Charles Trefle hopped over the ledge that led out to the back street, tossing his schoolbag into the nearby bush. A tall, slender figure waited for him, dressed in black robes and concealed in the shadows. Alexander cheerily bounced up to him. "Hello, Mr. Vail!"Ten Years Before The Devastation by Im-A-Kat
"Alex," the man acknowledged. He rarely greeted him properly, even after they had been meeting for so long. "Nobody is with you?"
"I'm alone, as I am everyday...," Alex muttered, partially groaning. The man always asked that question. He did not ever want to be seen with Alex, but he never explained why.
"Good," he said firmly. "Come along."
Alex hurried after the man, following his long, smooth strides with childish half-running. The walked along backstreets and alleyways, occasionally crossing open, empty streets. As they walked, their pace gradually slowed.
After a while, Alex got bored. "Where are we going today?"
Mr. Vail gave him a no-nonsense warning look. "You know I don't like it wh
Nyx's Chosen Ch 2 It had been two months since the move. Two short summer months. During these months, I became acquaintances to Wade R. Walker, who I shouted snide comments with him returning with his own, and founded a new friendship with Mina Tekvo, who had become a very close friend. I never said it aloud, but I felt as if Mina had replaced my friend back in Maine. I started to take more walks with her instead of begging Mum to let me take the car to meet up with my friend. In all honesty, I think I started to change for the better thanks to Mina. I stopped constantly saying I hated North America, and I started being more resourceful with my time, juggling my new job at a bakery, Vlad’s needs, and taking time to spend with Mina. She even walked Vlad when I was at work in the mornings.Nyx's Chosen Ch 2 by DatenCityDragon
It was at the closing of the summer that I asked her. She had walked into the store a half-hour before closing time, as usual, with Vlad outside waiting patiently. We sat at
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 23As Samantha leaves the Owl Café, a mysterious figure decides to secretly follow her, which made things a little suspicious. She can’t help but hear light stomps from behind, which made her run the moment she faces to her left. When her stalker runs to that direction, she was greeted by cyclers riding in vast stamina, which becomes a distraction since her prey isn’t in around anymore.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 23 by Dj-Despair
“Damn it! I lost her… What a waste, she looked rich too.”
From Samantha’s view from the 3rd floor of the backstairs, her little stalker is a female Asian in her teens. Her route happens to have stairs and terraces at the left, which is used as an advantage in distracting her with a parade of cyclers.
“Why is a teenager stalking someone like me in the daylight? That’s really weird.”
Meanwhile in the Owl Café, Jack sharpens his bayonet knife in a crude mood as loud slams from the storage door are banging in his ears.
“Will you shut it
The Magic Stone - 3 - Magic by FirelightThe flames leaped high into the night sky as Brannec told his wonderful tales. He was even more amazing than Avi had dreamed! The fire seemed to dance with his words; if Avi looked hard enough, she thought she could see images in the flames. Shapes of heroes and heroines dancing through time and space as Brannec's voice shepherded them through their amazing adventures!The Magic Stone - 3 - Magic by Firelight by ZachValkyrie
The entire tribe had come out to hear Brannec's tales; storytellers always drew everyone together. Nearly a hundred people sat around the great fire-circle at the center of camp, all watching and listening with attention undivided. Brannec seemed to hold everyone in a trance; even the honored elders seemed just as eager to listen as the young children. Everyone stared at Brannec, hanging like loyal hounds on his every word.
Brannec was like nobody Avi had ever seen. His skin was lighter than anyone from the tribe, giving him an exotic allure. His voice wasn't yet deepened with years, yet it still managed to rumble like t
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 18While Samantha and Penelope don aprons, along with tying their luscious hair into a simple ponytail, Nathan sits back as Eris carefully lift Natalie’s head off her lap as she heads to the kitchen due to checking out what they’re doing. Eris also does a simple ponytail style as she looks over into the kitchen.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 18 by Dj-Despair
“Oh Samantha, can I help you?” Eris quickly snatches an apron from the side.
“You don’t have to, but you can start beating eggs for the omelette.” Eris does what she said.
“Okay, so who’s the guest in the living room?”
“It’s Natalie’s friend, Nathan, and he also brought his wife with him.”
“Where’s the wife though?”
Samantha just smiles as she moves back, revealing a petite girl peeling and chopping various vegetables with ease, setting them aside in separate glassware meant for ingredients. Eris just looks away and finishes the mix for the omelette, thus pouring it in the pan and
Punk and Goth Chapter 14Within the same moment of the night, Kuroi is just texting Mikan through her phone while she lies back with ease and leisure on her massive-sized bed. The curtains were flaring up gently due to the breeze travelling its way into her room and hitting the Japanese-styled wind chimes, seeing as she prefer the night’s cool breeze than the air conditioner.Punk and Goth Chapter 14 by Dj-Despair
“You’re still awake, Kuroi? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little insomniac and it’s only early Sunday morning.”
“From what I see, you’re worrying about that guy...”
“I’m not, what makes you think I am...?”
“You had a very disappointed voice despite of your neutral expression.”
From my experience, I keep my expressions neutral, but it seems that I can’t keep it up for too long. I guess there isn’t going to be a change; we’ll still be strangers like always, the thought itself made me sigh into sadness
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 16Within that evening, Samantha was the first to retire for night, leaving three of them feeling a bit tipsy as they drink and even indulge on the raspberries mixed into their cocktails. In fact, there’s actually a pitcher of it left as they feel more queasy with every sip of the delightful yet elegant cocktail drink that Samantha spiced up for them.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 16 by Dj-Despair
“How many cups of vodka did she put in here?” (Eris)
“Judging from her live boast of cocktail, I think a cup?” (Natalie)
“A cup is already deadly, but at least it’s not a tall glass.” (Bruce)
“I agree we would be passed out right now.” (Natalie)
With a trace of boredom lingering around the apartment, Natalie marches to the dishwasher to pick out something to ease their sluggish state. On her hands are three skull double shot glasses, setting them up on the marble counter with a mischievous grin as a smile.
“We’re going to have a drinking contest together!”
Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 15With Elton Monticello jailed up in his cell, Xavier and Henry are still occupying the office due to some unfinished work, especially Xavier who is reading the report that Eris sent to him through email from her phone. As Xavier sips the latte that his trusty yet thoughtful assistant, Henry, purchased for both of them, he silently reads the report regarding the case with Eris’s explanation and the back-up’s discovery in their area as a combination of the mission’s outcome.Bloodlust Beauty Chapter 15 by Dj-Despair
Assassin Den’s Statement
Current task: Rescue The Abducted Hackers
This is Eris reporting from the aircraft flying back into the headquarters. Our task is a success, aside from Natalie decapitated the remaining pawns of the mastermind. This is the real thing, first of all is the scheme that the ringleader was trying to make it happen, from what I’ve recall, it has something to do with uncovering secrets and possibly surrendering freedom of
Dayleuuse, Chapter 2 - A New Home Ladaz began walking, but Nix couldn't see, continuing to hold her hand.Dayleuuse, Chapter 2 - A New Home by TheToolmanRamZ
"Just be sure to stay under my cloak. I'll try to get some questions answered for you, Kay?" She
says peeking into her cloak, Nix nodded back.
"Ladaz? Who are you talking to?" says a close voice.
"Ummm.. Ohhh! Hi Jewelsa! No one in particular... Just myself! Heh!.." Ladaz replied. A young
girl stood there giggling and says,
"Maybe you're talking to your body. We all know how you like to go streaking and need a psychia-
trist.. Haha! I'm only kidding Ladaz, lighten up!" Jewelsa says continuing to walk down the
direction opposite of Ladaz.
"Errrr! I'm going to beat that little girl's face in! Yeah!" Ladaz shouts with a fist raised.
"Ok... anyways.. Onward!" She continues to talk keeping straight ahead.
"That was Jewelsa... She is really tough, Usually topping the ranks in her training. Arrogant
though.. She doesn't mind starting fights. It works out because Zeora are af
Dayleuuse, Chapter 1 - Other Life After jumping in the fast, unforgiving river. The boy lost consciousness and was wading towardDayleuuse, Chapter 1 - Other Life by TheToolmanRamZ
new territory. It was said and done, he was not dead.
"Wha..... Ahh!!" The scared boy yelled a bit, grabbing his head in pain.
"Shhhh... You need to rest child." a faint voice spoke.
"Uh!.. Where am I?!" the boy continued.
"I will gladly speak with you once you heal up. I must go. Just sleep!" the other replied.
The sound of the door shutting followed. So many things were going through the boy's mind.. I
survived?.. Who was that?.. It wasn't a Zeora... He passed back out.
The next time he wakes up, the boy sits up to open his eyes. There stood three people at his
wake, the first walking forward to introduce themself.
"Hi there! Good morning! My name is Fuirpo, I'm the elder of this city. You took quite a fall
from our waterfall. See.. There are many rivers on Grand Zeora. One in particular, which I'm
guessing you jumped in or fell in. With no
Dayleuuse, The Prologue "I have dreams… Not just the ones you find in your sleep. I’m not sure thoseDayleuuse, The Prologue by TheToolmanRamZ
can berealized.. Maybe the other kind is easier to achieve, because they are
more realistic. The same can be said for nightmares.. I’m never afraid, being
taken advantage of by your imagination is not realistic to me. Like those
nightmares where you fall and wake up. Ever just kept your eyes closed? Well
either way, that’s where the nightmare ends and you learn a very valuable
lesson.. Dying is not the end of it. You will come back. Just know.. This next
life could have been worse than your last. On the other hand, it could be what
you expected the whole time.“
In seclusion was this planet, glorified by the race it was named after, Zeora. It
would be called Grand Zeora after time passed and humans, as well as other
races, populated it. For this to happen, humans had to gain the Zeora's
respect through many trials and tribulations. This became a ritual, so only t
Someone BeautifulMěilì de rénSomeone Beautiful by DonnieStorm
Sometimes the most beautiful things are the things we can't recover.
Our thoughts flutter about as we try to snatch the memories scattered
by the wind. The heart lingers on as we stretch out our fingers reaching
for the stars of a fallen night.
Let the moon fade with her tears before a setting sun. Our dreams may
fester and spoil, but they'll never disappear. They only transform, into
melodies that bring forth change, making butterflies leave their cocoons.
Time may always be moving forward, but your smile dances on forever in
my memory. I hope your humble heart dances on forever beneath a dazzling
sun. Looking back will never suit us, as our days continue to dance the beneath
the stars. our worlds are one even if the earth should be shattered beneath this
sky; I know these thoughts will reach you; even, if they have to be carried upon
the wings of an angel.
I hope our reunion will be sweet and if it's bitter, then I'll pray for a better day. A
Shall We DanceShall We DanceShall We Dance by DonnieStorm
It doesn’t matter if we live in heaven or hell as long I can be in your arms.
Let’s dance in fire forever. Let’s forget our duties and give into madness!
Time is a wilting rose before our eternal love. The battlefield is a sea of
blood where only the strong survive. My prayers are resting on a broken
heart. I love you, so you mustn’t die!
It doesn’t matter if we live in heaven or hell as long I can be in your arms.
Trust is a glass that’s hard to break. I’m not sure if trust is simple or simply
complex, but it doesn’t matter when I can bear my heart to you. I’m losing
my mind as you fade away in with these memories that are stolen by change.
Our love isn’t iffy, it’s eternal. Let’s dance in fire and give into the madness,
we’ll be together forever. It doesn’t matter if we live in heaven or hell as long
I can be in your arms.
It doesn’t matter if we liv
Cobalt BladeThese feelings are so beautiful, and I know they can't be stopped! I'm walking on a line between life and death. I feel like my hearts going to explode when I think about you. I'll move the stars with a wave of the hand, because I've been filled with thoughts of you! Today, is just another day, that flows by as I make my way, towards you. Life and death flash before my eyes on the battlefield, but when I think of you it means nothing, it all means nothing. I'm so in love with you the stars are playing beats about me falling for you, and I love it.Cobalt Blade by DonnieStorm
Knights are passing by through these blades as I swing them all night. These fields are full of death, but nothing will hold me, any longer! The future maybe decided by a swinging blade, but I won't go down when your words are calling! I know these days will fade away as each step we take makes a new day dawn. The rivers of time wash the black sand ashore and no body. Open wounds may bleed, but I know you're busy waiting on me, so
We Didn't Just Get LuckyWe will go far to stars, and here we are! We're up to get to down, pass the fortune all around; we didn't just get lucky! We won't stop when our lucks a shooting star. We're up to get down, pass the fortune all around, we didn't just get lucky. We've come too far, and we know who are, we're breezing through every challenge so hard we're feeling like felons, so hard we're feeling like felons. It doesn't matter where you're from, when there are no limits.We Didn't Just Get Lucky by DonnieStorm
We've to come too far to stop, and we know who we are, we're not stars passing through the void. We're hard workers, and we're here to stay. It doesn't matter where we're from; when, we're working so hard, we're making stars grant wishes. Listen, we're the geniuses' of the tomorrow! We work hard, play hard, and dream of a future beyond the stars. We're up to get down, pass the fortune all around; we didn't get lucky. Our hands are making the stars grant wishes. We're working so hard, we're making the stars grant wishes, we're maki
NatsuxReader: I Found You Chapter 22NatsuxReader: I Found You Chapter 22 by cloudwolfanime
How did this happen? One moment, I was in Fairy Tail.. The next moment.. I'm in this... White... Area? Snow? Is this white stuff snow? I see the starry sky.. Did Fairy Tail just..?
The S-class blue-haired wizard nods. "I do not have much time. You are currently going to a place called Edolas. Everyone in Fairy Tail and the villagers, excluding the other dragon slayers and their exceeds, are in a giant lacrima. You can't use magic in this world but with these you'll be able to use magic." He hands you a small container with small red pills in them. "Find Natsu and the others and quickly try to get everyone out of the lacrima. I wish you good luck."
"H-Huh? Wait, where am I supposed to find Natsu and the others-?", you exclaim.
All of a sudden, the entire area flashes white. In the next instant, you're in a city. You look around. "Huh? Is this Edolas...?"
You try to use your magic, but it doesn't work. "Yep. Edolas.." You take it the small container that has th
Chapter 3: ManticoresChapter 3: Manticores by Meldelen
Cappadocia was a dry region, almost a desert, outstanding for the exceptional beauty of its rock formations. Lara didn't find a soul in the wilderness (fortunately, she thought) and she took little time to slip into the excavation and crawl through the tunnel. And at the end... the discover.
The necropolis was structured in continuous circular chambers, each of them had twenty niches with a globular structure of stone, containing a Nephilim.
Selma’s team had undergone a careful drilling in order to allow seeing inside the "sarcophagus". Nothing to do with the bungling of someone like Howard Carter and Heinrich Schliemann... archaeology was now more advanced, and Lara, avoiding touching them, looked into the holes and watched those creatures, lying on their final resting place.
The Nephilim were tall, lanky, rather. Their remains were only a few somewhat human skeletons with strips of skin... they were dead, and surely had been killed after being placed there. Lara figured it out
Loki X Reader: One Of Those Days [O/S]Loki X Reader: One Of Those Days [O/S] by FollowingTheCreed
There was an intricate beauty that graced the eyes of any beholder if they were to ever to stand in your chambers. A master architect had constructed it based off of your lover's detailed designs and the raven haired man himself oversaw the entire process to insure that everything would be perfect for your arrival; because perfect is what you deserved. On good days the light of Asgard would bathe the room with its brilliance. The curtains would move gently in the wind as a spectacular view of the city was available for you to admire but today had not particularly been one of those good days.
Unfortunately, it was one of those days.
The silence of your chambers brought you little solace as your expression curled into one of misery as you wept. You could not control the tears as they fell from your eyes leaving behind the trail of their existence. The marvelous view could not been seen as the thick (color) curtains of your room were let loose to fall
Rap The Diamond [Steven Universe Rap Compilation] STEVENRap The Diamond [Steven Universe Rap Compilation] by LukewarmLake
I've been saving the world , and bubblin clusters with no effort
And i've been taming
corrupted and abductedgemstones like a damn Shepard
Here comes the Kid Rose Quartz , ruler of the rebels
Try to beat me but your ass'll never get on my level
Im chilling and
drillingwith my willing and thrilling gems
Don't care what they all think, and neither do my friends (jam buds!)
A couple new rookies are sitting in the barn, getting heated, but it wont be long until their animosity's depleted
So i'm Sworn To the Sword when I fight for my independence
When Serious Steven's fighting ya, you best feel my presence.
Its me, the Water Witch , and i'm breaking free from my unbearable hell
Im on a Jailbreak ,and on my contemptuous captors i'll raise hell
Cause I've been
locked uptoo long in these god forsaken <i>
cheosnun-e salang There was a Korean refugeecheosnun-e salang by TheStoyTeller
of my window that night.
He held no weapon but the dark stars in his eye against me and I knew
he was a pulchritude
sent from some sky to curse me.
I could have turned him in,
even had him killed but I let him stay for dinner in the living room
of my chest and the hollows of my head.
That boy was gone the next day
but I swear I still saw his foot prints
burned into a patch of grass
in the front lawn and every night when I looked up to the sky
I felt as though I was going
to be struck down by his armed eye, twinkling and born against me.
Ophelia's Death~Near the brook by the willow tree~Ophelia's Death by DatenCityDragon
Ophelia: (Humming as she skips and walks randomly in no pattern whatsoever)
Free as a bird! A song bird asunder*1* by no master!
(She twirls around, falling over in the process)
Soft!*2* The children of the night. What music they make.*3* Like honey to the ears, to the ears that listen, and the heart that revels in’t.
(She crawls to the tree, feeling the bark upon her hands)
Oh faeries! Please whisk me away with thee. Take me to her highness Snedronningen.*4* I will face her snow bees *5* in Spitsbergen *6* and lie at her feet until my heart is as frozen as those around me.
(She scours by the brook for flowers, mumbling)
Crow-feathers, nettles, daisies….
(Her voice quiets down as she finds some wild orchids)
Dead men’s fingers…..
(She traces the flower with a finger, but quickly picks them and scales up the willow tree. She starts to sing as she weaves them together)
Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon m
The Ship Of No ReturnThe Ship Of No Return by DraganTheMighty
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
Thought I'm left the one
to live and tell the tale,
But human wisdom
is condemned to fail.
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
We dare to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
Some of us can't stand it,
they just give in,
The others we keep going,
sailing deep in!
Through frost and fog,
an uncharted land,
We dare to step
on NoMan's Sand!
The Treasure On The Mountain
That Never Was,
The Gold Inside The Cave
Of The Demon Loss!!!
Pictures of a future,
it was not to be,
each of us will face,
It's too late to flee!
Back To The Ship
Of No Return,
Of Many Men
Back again to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
No one could stand it,
They all give in!
Left Alone I'm Sailing
The Sea Of UnSin!!!
On The Ship Of No Return,
In the Summer Heat [Freeverse]The heat from the sun,In the Summer Heat [Freeverse] by GameVoid
the flowers dancing in the wind,
the birds singing,
Summer has come.
In the moonlight I met you,
in the day we now lay.
In the sunlight our cheeks tan,
in the wind our dreams fly.
Our hands clasped together,
forever looking at the cloudy sky.
My heart beat only for you, and it beat true
our woes are now in the past,
we had some hard times
but I forgot all that.
When in the heat of the summer moment,
I slid my knife into your chest and into my own
on this summer night.
The Strength of Hate [Freestyle Poetry]Hate,The Strength of Hate [Freestyle Poetry] by GameVoid
We make it so strong.
When the fire burns in our heart,
we lead ourselves to pain.
Either for ourselves,
or for others.
But there is a special hate,
a hate that should not exist,
a hate that must be stopped,
but one human heart alone cannot stop it.
The hate that makes love burn,
the hate that makes love bleed,
the hate that makes love die.
Why do we insist,
on taking lives that are not ours to take?
Why do we provide such power,
to those who will only use it against us?
The pain in this world grows at the same rate hate does,
but the pain and the hate may never stop,
so I give my heart to those who have lost theirs.
I give my heart to those who cannot give me theirs.
From a boring town in California~ A PoemSo the weather is sunny I guess,From a boring town in California~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
And pretty close to LA weather if you think about it,
The only difference is that it's pretty boring here,
But the view outside the window looks nice
And the news is... well there is no news
I'm just a tiny bit paranoid that maybe,
My neighbors are watching me but it's fine,
Because if I ever become famous,
Nobody is going to care enough to come see what I do
It's pretty okay being a Youtuber and an Artist here,
Yeah it's not as interesting as San Francisco or LA or even New York,
But whatever boringness that comes with this,
You just have to make it up in creativity
And the reason why my art is so strange,
Is because there's nothing in my environment to draw inspiration from,
So instead I actually listen to the ideas in my head
And the reasons why my videos are so strange,
Is because theres nothing to film,
So as you can imagine I have find ways,
Looking back on dead stars~ A PoemWhen I was in kindergarten,Looking back on dead stars~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
I was a dying star,
And now that I'm 16,
I must be absolutely dead
The galaxy doesn't need me anymore,
It's time for me to go,
But it's okay because,
I was never bright enough anyway
If all my texts were diamonds,
Then why does nobody read them?
If my eyes were beautiful supernovas,
Why do people not like them?
I wish I was inspiring,
I wish I was unique,
I wish I was all the things,
You wanted me to be
I wish I could have been that supernova for you,
But the truth is that I'm looking back on dead stars,
And that's where I belong
The Dark SideThe dark side of the moonThe Dark Side by BloodshotInk
cannot see that the sun is just around
so it is not brightened
by the prospect of future flooding lights.
To the bleak face of the moon,
turned away from the Earth,
of the galaxy is blackened
by gaping wounds of star lights long gone out.
The dark side of the moon
doesn't consider the fringes,
the edge-edge of the edges of the sadness.
It doesn't remember how the sunrises came before
but they creep back round just the same.
ChillsMy world feels darkChills by Agent36496
With all the burdens
A voice without words
For anything to mark
Look out the window
And tell me what to see
Small friends fly free
Ere they feel low
I see only tears left frozen
A cry still going on
For a night lasting long
With only a small glow
I have seen too much to hate
My old park is in ruins
Everything I had is singed
And I acted too late
BreakthroughHere goes nothin', I'm not quite sure I know how toBreakthrough by Choirgal463
rap like all you big shot rappers do
slayin' the rhymes like professionals, I ain't gotta clue
all I got under my belt is a poetic soul, that much is true
ambition and a unique point of view
so I'm gonna rock what I got and will have to make due
so maybe my lyrics are simple and ugh, dare I say it maybe kinda cute
but one of these days I'm gonna have a real breakthrough
spittin' out rhymes like they're nothin' like I finally got a clue
how to do, that thing you guys do
rap like all you big shot rappers always get to
you the professionals are the ones I try to pursue
all I got under my belt are my simple rhymes and unique point of view
so it's true, rappin's not my thing, it's not what I'm used to
but here it goes, this one's for you, here's my debut,
yes I'm a little new, so hold your review
don't mind me I'm just passin' through
my words, they come and they go, right outta the blue
so I'm just gonna rock what I got and will try to ma
Dear a Younger MeI hope this finds you well; though I know that hope is for naught.Dear a Younger Me by Miistical
There is so much I want to say to you, you bundle of sweet dreams.
I suppose that is the best place to start -
Dear 5 year old me, your dreams will not come true.
The ideas in your head that spin faster than
your big sister can run out on the field
will never happen; just like how the songs
you sing with every part of your being
become nothing but a wisp of a memory.
Dear 9 year old me, this pain will one day be a memory.
You have lost everything by now; your sister
to her boyfriend (who she will marry in two years),
your brother to his mental disease - you know,
the one you pretend doesn't exist? -
and your mother to this new state that does not want her.
Or you. I would mention the friends you had also
left behind, but by now you also know that they
were never your friends to being with.
Dear 13 year old me, do not cry after leaving again.
You have finally realized that the written word
calls to you far easier than si
if we went to the beach.i would want to see how funny you lookif we went to the beach. by drowsydoe
with your hair slicked down and darkened with water and
i would want you to ignore of funny i looked in a trying-to-hard-to-look-cute
bikini with my makeup–– which i insisted on wearing-– running
and my hair slicked down and darkened with water.
i would want to challenge you to a war of water and
drench you with a sweep of my hand
before immediately regretting me siege
as you send wave after relentless, vengeful wave my way.
i would want to giggle as you started to burn–- because we both know that you don't tan–-
before feverishly herding you out of the water
to drench you in sunscreen and scold you for carelessness–– my maternal instincts don't require children, they find enough challenge in attempting to look after for you––.
i would want to eat cheap hot dogs and french fries and hamburgers and with you and sip soda and read a book in the balmy breeze under
this is the way the world ends this is the way...he felt how a rural abandoned highway feelsthis is the way the world ends this is the way... by drowsydoe
on a summer night after a day of baking
in the sun–– warm under the bare feet of gray-eyed hitchhikers.
and if i told him he reminded me
of something savage sporting a suit and tie
as evil and heartless as he is captivating
i think he'd smile as we padded down the highway with
the road warm under our bare feet with the stars
baking our shoulders
i think he'd smile and take my hand as a balmy breeze
rolled by and cast its silver body between the red stones and
i think he'd snap his eyes to mine and tilt his head like a
fox who's taken an interest in me with his ears perked and
his tail drawn back neatly over his paws
and i think he'd grin slow a sweet seductive smile
with enough artful restraint so as to let some of his
animal promise slip past his parted wolf's teeth.
i think he'd take my hand and squeeze like he's the one who
desperately needs me–– and i think he'd lead me along the star-baked highway
Too much heatAlways up and upToo much heat by lulu-illussions
temperature is rising,
tears dry before fall.
Crazy Days/DazeCrazy Days/DazeCrazy Days/Daze by BenHammonds
With eyes dark and angry
I walk through these streets
looking, looking, looking
but never finding
the Truth is a bitter pill
and the swallowing of it
I endure your betrayal
I turn my back
and walk away
I find myself on many
different roads now
and in many different cities
but yet I see only darkness
a feeling of sorrow
surrounds my daily works
I see your betrayal
on a dirty street corner
I find it again
on the hot streets
everywhere I look
it is there
and I hate
but yet I endure
gritting my teeth
I survive these
Form LessSorry, freerForm Less by sandzen
In search ofWhy do I feel so fragile and guidedIn search of by somethingdiabolikal
riding the edge of despair
when what I want is a blinding love
that will leave me gasping for air?
Unholy GhostDark strangers offer you gems of gold in a world of redUnholy Ghost by LUCKy-LoTi
That glimmer and shine with envious desires
Such hypnosis of delight and wonder paint over your eyes
While your fragile frame decays with idolization
Blinded with their pigments of fading sapphires, your trust in them grows rampantly
Leaving behind numb voices to follow
So willing to endure metamorphosis
To blend into parades of savagery
You cut souls into pieces as sacrifice
To convince them of your talent
Only now you are the one to bleed
As they play Judas and you founder under their domination
For shady morrows now shed true lamentation
As your being is overflowing with poison
And your virgin mind is tarnished
With the guidance of satan
Black VelvetFamished blood and dried bones filled a grail of copperBlack Velvet by LUCKy-LoTi
And empty echoes pressured the air
To ensure that time was etched into skin so deeply
Lullabies were sung within appropriate tunes
Irises for roses and neon for candles
Insinuate bleeding vultures over static ponds
Chains lifted their welded wings to teach them how to fly
But biting down on missing moons and deceiving knots
Left fingerprints on backwards rain and cement was harder to swim in
Buckets of paint filled each tear as the canvas disappeared
While the hole once dug was big enough for two
No one wanted to die conjoined
Taking away such memories of sunken cheeks
The taste already satisfied the emaciated bodies
But unfortunately death made it easy
For the whiskey soaked cocoon to smother it whole
Goodbyesthe city blurs,Goodbyes by DylanSeto
we stretch our arms
to hold on to
through the lenses
of our past experiences,
we could never know
of tomorrow, only
that we diverge
from our reality
of better life.
Daniel's BalladLouis was born,Daniel's Ballad by Zebucompany
with a bizarre affliction,
softly and distant,
ever since conception,
he could hear a piano,
silently playing with one exception,
it could only be heard in,
his own perception.
The melody was gentle.
The rhythm quite elegant.
So he told his doctor,
who said he was mental.
His therapist pleaded,
"just tell me how you feel".
So Louis proceed,
"I think my name is Daniel,
And I don't know why.
But a voice spoke to me,
and it made me cry.
Daniel, this is the voice of your mother,
that's singing inside your head!
You died in my arms as I sang this song
and were born to another instead!"
So he was committed,
because no one believed him.
They said he was crazy,
and they'd make him quit it.
He was put in a safe room,
in a straight jacket,
but the voices still came through,
he sang along by habit.
"Daniel, this is the voice of your mother,
that's singing inside your head!
You died in my arms as I sang this song,
and were born to another instead!"
He broke free in the twi
HallucinatingI shut my eyes and close my ears.Hallucinating by randomMeAndBob
But I can still see the blood on the walls, their faces.
It's not real. It's Not real. It's Not Real.
How do you know? How can you be sure?
You have to trust me. It's all in our head.
tell Them that.
It's gonna be okay. Just SNap out of it.
but they're coming closer, Oh god, Their faces...
It's not real. It's just another hallucination.
What You ChoseBeyond your domainWhat You Chose by Swanhyld
yet held by your chain
to wander terrain
in ponderous pain,
I stumble aloud
where I once stood proud
and creep under clouds
that cover and shroud
my green land in grey
and blacken my way
with rain and delay
the sun from the day.
Here mountains lament
the blizzard’s intent,
beneath its torment
can’t move or prevent
the storm lifting high
a cold battle cry
and me to deny
a needed blue sky,
and freedom from you,
– to bid you adieu
and promises too
that held no value.
Now on seas arcane
my body sinks slain
with ice in my veins
to freeze and remain
in depths dark and deep,
in caverns that sleep,
where Joy goes to weep
and Hope's counsel reap;
to drift on the flows
and sift through the woes,
alone, just to doze
and forget what you chose.
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