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.
masksWhat happened to all those masks he thought...he used to like the one with the happy facebut now it chafes and makes his eyes waterit just didn't seem to fit right anymore.and it produced that funny tin echo when he laughedthe sad faced mask was comfortable when Rafael diedbut lately he started slipping it on by mistakemost often during corny scenes in moviesor late at night when no one was aroundthe anger mask was his favorite when he was younghe wore it proudly with its' red war paint and menacing eyesbut now it was cracked and faded and heavyso heavy he could only wear it briefly before his neck started to hurt from the strainthe fear mask was broken and was indistinguishable from apathythe surprise and anticipation masks were losthe couldn't remember the last time he saw themmaybe somewhere at the bottom of his closethis least favorite masks, disgust and shame,were still in fine shape thoughhe told himself that was because he hardly wore themthat's what he
Thank You Black Veil BridesThank you for starting dramaThank you for sharing liesThank you for tearing your fans in two and making them chose sidesJust because the fans weren't forced to decideDoesn't mean that they won't fightWho are they to judge the truth?Only you know who's wrong and rightThis problem has caused fans pain and hearts are going to breakAll I can do is just hope and prayYou will fix it before it's too late
Imagine - Dragon TFNow imagine yourself...You're still that lone soul,But this timeSomething's changed.You feel a presenceBuilding up inside you, slowly.You can now see truly,Hear truly,Feel truly...You open your eyesAnd witness something incredible.You've noticed your hand,Yet it is no longer that.You see claws spurting out from your fingertips,Your nails, fallen to the floor.It looks painfulBut you feel nothing.Nothing but the strengthStill growing inside youNow making its way to the surface,Changing you slowly...You watch as your fingertips fuse.As five becomes three,Your new claws growing longerWith each passing second.You stare in amazementNot sure what to feel...Shock? Fear? Awe?But there is one thing.One single feelingSurging through your body...One feeling whose existenceYou cannot deny.Power.It flows through your veinsFilling you with the energyOf the beast within.Now freeing itselfFrom the depths of your soul...Yet this power cannot be contained so easily.
making teain a warmed pothot water and tea leavesmeet in an intimate embracepleased by the tea leaves' attentionsthe water becomes a sweet golden nectarbut the water is a cruel loverand she turns bitter if held too longso the tea leaves are left behindtired and used, forgottenthe water has taken what she wants
Dear DeathDear Death,my Daddy saysI cannot write to youlike I writeto Father Christmas.Why?I am trying anyways,becauseI want to make a wish:Can you say „Hi“to Grandpa,please?Mortal child,quite right thy father is,for I am notthe one in red.He giveth,and I only take away.He grants wishes,I am the endof wishing all.Thus, no messenger am I,thy foolish wishI’ll never grant.Farewell, untilI’ll take youat yourend.Death,as darkness fallsand I lie boundto this cold hospital bedI cannot helpbut recollectthe letter I once sent.Considering your grim replyyou're reaching for me soon.So I shall take the libertyto write now once again.All I really have to saywill be put in the close:I remainsincerelynot yoursyetYoung mortal,thy letter I remember well,and also my reply.Grim is my nature,grim my task,grim my dark abode.I cannot be anythingother than what I am.And when I indeed do reach for thee,my hand will grasp theewithout fail.In
I'll Never Grow TiredTonight I'm going to stop youon the porch, we'll stand toe to toethe way we used to whenthe pulse that thrummedquick and strong through our veinssang out our young, unbridled hope.Our eyes will meet and,just like the first time,I'll take a moment to run my fingersthrough your shining thoughts andcaress the sharp lines of your mind.I'll lean forward and press my lips ontothe the flower-petal curve of your self-expression,and that will be enough for youto take me by the handand lead me up the stairs.In the soft moonlight that filters throughthe trees and our gauzy curtainsI'll unbutton your fears and slip them from your shoulders,revealing smooth broad dreams. And,careful not to miss a single freckle of insecurity,I'll kiss my way down to the hollow of your throat,where your soft-spoken tendenciesrest among unshakable beliefs. Between the ridges of your ribs I'll count your worriesand smooth them away with my fingertips.Over the subtle curve of your hipsI'
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.As immature and juvenile at it may seem.I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.Completely alter my anatomical design.Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Old PoemThat one does notrealizeis a tragedy...People think ofwars and weatherdeath and denialbut no -it is deeperin the human condition-a cursewhich blots outthe sunof a soul -a cold whichis unsungand unimaginedin all placeswhere iceis the normand life does notflourish,where no warm wordsreach the earsand no flowerscatchthe spring breezes...Can not describe-just feelthe frozen breathof silenceon a journey,once filled withloveand light...Subjective musingsto be surewhen unsureof everything else...
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.That maybe I can actually make something of myself.Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.Give my parents the life that they so justly
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