Up in the starsI'm looking at the starswondering where you areWhich one are you?The red or the blue?I miss you so much.My heart ache to see you.Are you watching me?See what I doAll the way up there?I miss you.I want you here beside me.They say you won't come back.But I still don't believe it.I miss you...
Cheetah So FastCheetah so swift.Strong,Bold.The power that you have.No one can withhold.Faster than any man.That walk on this Earth.Your species are different,from any of your kind.Speed,Speed.You run so fast.But we even the fastestcan be gone.
My life is a waterfallMy life flows like a waterfallNo one seems to careAbout the things that inspires meTo write, to read, nothing is fairI wonder as I sit downOn my computer writing thisWhat to dowhat to doFor nothing is coming to mine.My life is a waterfallNo one seems to noticeMy troubles fall downhappiness climbs upOn my waterfall ride.
The Moonfolk We will gather expectance in drops of light(thus it was said, "their eyes always were tearful")And pick seashells to make necklaces,So they too will witness Sun's daily defeat. We will wait the fall of the last petal, beacon for our kin(thus it was said, "their soul always was like the Elves' one")And with its dying warmth rekindle we will, the passionsOf which the echo never gets completely lost. We will bottle the cries of this era, with night's blessing on the skin(thus it was said, "theirs was the last clan of the Moonfolk")And save the dancing, we will leave itTo the elegant flames that so fast will come. We will let desires burn out, with the pace of organic combustion(thus it was said, "their hair always smelled of ashes")And as spark-shaped butterflies, we will free themBack in the beauty of the deep heavens. We will steal the fallen angels' allure, make their hearts beat our t
darling, darling. i.you were in mydreams again,darling. i felt you in mybones again,d a r l i n g, and when i awoke i thoughtthat it wasyears ago.and you were yelling andscreaming andasking me where you were, whereyou had been, the worst partwas that icouldn't answer you. in allof your anger,you were still the one personwhose name stung mythroat.ii.you were in myhead again,darling, andpart of me wishes that youhadn't left.my mother told me that peoplewould often break your heartif you loved them toomuch, so i guess that justmaybethis is my fault afterall.iii.but now i am highagain andthinking of last winter and howi spent itwith you, and how i amkind ofdoing it again thisyear.
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,after exiting the church,you plucked the sun from the skyand hid it in your palmsso that when I held your handsthey would no longer be cold.When Monday night arrivedyou snatched every single starand used my tears to makea necklace.Tuesday's empty dawn shonethrough the cracks of the door--you stole the promise of whatcould never beand draped it around my shoulders.After Wednesday's twilight passed,you grabbed the cloudsand wove a tapestry of liesthat I hung on the wallsof my prison.Thursday crept through uson silent tiptoes,waiting for us to take notice--instead, we merely waitedfor midnight to come.The dusk of Friday wanedwhile you stripped it of its sorrowsand sewed them into my skin.When Saturday cameyou tried to steal the moon;I watched as you stood on your tombstoneand stretched to reach it.You fell, then--fell, broke your neck,and landed six feet under.I couldn't cry afterwards,for you had taken my agonyand washed it out to
~Balloon Boy~Beaten.Taunted.Hated.Despised.I wish I would just die.That I would run out of power.That the other's would just stop torturing me.That the other's would just destroy me and all my parts.I don't belong here.I'm an outcast.Oh look!A nice guard to play with!Maybe this time I'll gain a friend!But where'd you go?All I see is the leader.I hide out of fear and come back to see you again!I want to play!I steal your torch to start a game!I laugh!But what's the matter?You look terrified, Mr. Guard.Are you alright?You're staring at me with those big round eyes.Trying to talk, I think?Suddenly, blood splatters the walls as the teeth of a certain one sinks into your brain.No.I freeze.It's my fault. The one turns around and grins at me."Not bad." he says.I stare at the bloody guard.Dead.Not breathing.It's my fault.It's all my fault.I make a whimpering sound.The one stares at me."Ya wuss" he sneers.All I wanted was a friend.IT'S ME...
i don't think im alive enough to die yet.we used to play russian roulette on dingy street corners,cigarettes hanging from soot-blackened lipsand morphine running rampant through our drugged up systems.i remember how i was always shot.you ran away when i didn't dieand left me to bleed outonto the cold concrete.but you don't understand-dolls and wallflowers are empty inside,and hearts constructed hastily with broken matchsticksdon't beat true. it's just dull thumpingin a hollow chest cavity.(and even the best dentists can't fill this one up.)
blanched gullets.Psychological ineptand fallaciousas she rambles onabout her folliclesand optical in a fatheredillusion, dissolutein the name of physicsand how ages agoshe disappearedin the shadowof her patriarch.(She hates kings and queens becauseit's a divisor;invisible and clearwhile she is flux.)Pages anew, a few turned in the nudeas water turned tides attestfurled in the curvesof the nest as I stillwatch over theunderachieving ingenuedrown in the tongueof waterfall faucet mouths.Breathing seems likethe sky crashing in on Kansasas your skin is coldon the canvas.Inhale too muchand the scent of chalktaints the roomlike the Grim Reapergarnishes his toastwith it.
I was never a writer. I: Halfsleeper I fell in love, once.A snowstorm melting from my hair - dripping cataract: diluted coffee. A dark room filled with languageso beautiful, I almost understood what was said.Children are getting younger, and this land has no end, where do you rest your head?All things are in a constant state of vibration, a harmony in the space between our fingers. our hands. I’ve only ever stopped to listen
Halcyon Days Graveyards on the Road I drive a street pot-hole paved the lightest grey;tired eyes coupled with the pitch stained tracks of a younger manguide me back, the press of tires into the rough, grained surface of days long past that never lasted and never last. It’s funny how soft skin can feel to fingertipsso used to cigarette burns, see-saw doorknobs, a nibbling mind, and everything but feeling. It’s funny how often I find my hands so close to my face, posing the question, ‘Are you real?
I Want to Get Out of HereI think I have grown in the shape of a squareThat is the shape of my box.My feet at my chest and my hands in my hairbound with no keys and no locks.Inside my box is cramped and tight,And when I breathe it rattles.During the daytime I see no lightIn here I fight no battles.My breath is stale and my hair is tangled,All I know is the dark.I fear that I am horribly mangledFrom living conditions so stark.I want to get out and see the oceanFor there is a world to see:The sun and the moon and the stars in motionAll laid out for me.Being stuck in a box is bad, I believeFor my muscles and my bonesBut my body might fall apart if I leave:This box is all I know.In here I feel little sorrow or painInside and out I'm numb.I feel not the wind, nor the cold, nor the rainIn silence, I am dumb.A terrible ache settles deep in my soulPast limbs twisted far backShut away from the world, I can never be whole:All that is living, I lack."How hateful, how horrid this box is!" I crie
I'm a.........Hero (poem) I am.... By: Li-tenI am..a bendera humana wizarda sayianI am..KorraIchigoNatsuGokuI amthe avatara soulreapera dragon slayer wizarda super sayianWearetheonlyoneswhocansaveourworldsfromdestructionWeareHeros