NothingEverything is so messed updon't ask me, I don't want to talk.Nothing has ever been less rightbut I won't cry, I just want to write.
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to livefor if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to giveI wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peacefor if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would ceaseI wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pafor if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the lawI wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Marsfor if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the starsI wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother truefor if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blueI wish... I wish...well, maybe someday
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demonsAnd neither of my flawsI have got my simple reasonsThe ones on which I can gnawI'm not haunted by perfectionThat is not what I seekI prefer real affectionI favour being a freakI am me not your visionI can live how I wantI don't need your permissionYou are no clairvoyant~Petra
Sound of a Silent GoodbyeI am haunted by the silenceOf our last goodbye.Our final kiss was guidanceFor the hardest goodbye I can’t deny.The look in those eyesShowed how difficult it was for you,As if you were watching my demise.I thought I was, too.The sound of the silenceWas more than I could stand.But I waited through the intangible violence,Tearing passed the current moment unplanned.I always thought the silence made a sound.I wasn’t for sure until what happened now.With the stare we shared, a little hissing became profound.The thoughts rumbled in rage, which I had to allow.There was pain in my chest.There was sorrow in my mind.I could have easily guessed.Depression was the cause of me being confined.The sound of a silent goodbyeDeveloped a sad being within meThat will forevermore scream until I die.My capability of ever stopping it, I can’t foresee.A silent goodbye has an everlasting sound,A sound only heard by its host.It constantly has a rebound,Which will mak
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie PovPude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorarMe dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada- Eso, así
SanguisGrotesque have faults demanded climbAnd surpassed the need to ask their placeWhile windowless columns collapsedDeluge burn second scores in traceMeridians bisected meetFor caps have dragged responding tillsNow harvesters live by the axeFor valley walls picked clean have fillsCorralled to anarchy for scrapsThe holes claim amany scavenged trailJoyous in earnest waiting passTo falls of broken wailsGregariousness glued their fateOne plate atop its pillarGlass lips all stain the path of oneWho gives to their creatorIn junction of the gimbal's ringA continuous moroseA faceless sadness unableTo show it short expressWould cliffs trip wheels on lightened hallHave axles off their rutsThe easiness to turn their flowStemmed by what shall abutA vehicle passengers pileEvicted into sudden voidLets clattering the turns bestillSo road has loss the long employedNow mill pound earth flakes from its bedThe tiles jam bringing its endAs circulates the sounding bleakAnd tenebri
Your storyWhat is it?What makes you you?What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?Who placed it,and who held it there?Tell me your story..and I will tell you mine.
An Army of DucksIt's words I love, it's words that carry.When times get hard, when things get scary.I push a pen, the pence in profit,A pensive thought, a pad to prop it.I rhyme in loops, I dive through hoops,An army of ducks, I rally the troops.Reflect on this, discover that.The idioms go tit for tat.The loony birds their echoes drone.I look to skip the perfect stone.Out on a tangent, clearing skies,Out in the thicket, hearing cries.Way off topic, caught your guard.Take a trip back to the ward.Laziness in free-form verse?Akin to blight, these words I curse.Nothing worse than lazy rhyme.Transcendence ticks in metered time.
Writers..are simply,Observers of Humanity.
JirachiHave you ever wished upon a shooting starAnd wondered it it will ever come true?You don't really have to look very farFor the Wish Maker can grant it for youAfter his peaceful thousand years slumberHe emerges from his purple crystalline shellOnly seven days, that's his destined numberHurry and tell your wish before the farewellA small white Pokemon, with yellow streamers behindThree blue rectangles hang from his head, like wish tagsGenerous and innocent, he's always happy, always kindHe soars high into the night sky, bright like colorful flagsSuch a powerful gift the Wish Maker possessAlways in constant danger when in the wrong handsTrue friends guide him away from this greedy messThose friends are who the Pokemon truly understandsHe grants wishes to bring joy to all, to everyoneA selfish wish, that's not what the Wish Maker allowsHe's meant to bring happiness to the world, bring funThink twice before wishing, think fast before he drowseThis is your last chance, you
Just another complaintI haven't understood the basis of my nature,I haven't understood the meaning of my life.I don't have an extended sight far towards my future,I'm just always feeling that I'm running out of time...