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.
ways to describe a dead boy's instagram account1.vacant.it was horribly horribly vacant.the last post (a selfie) was from nine days ago.i should mention that he nevergoes a day without posting selfies.but then again, does anyone?we don't seem to realize ituntil it actually happens; howpeople will be there one day -smiling at you, maybe laughing,maybe arguing - and will then be gonethe next.but dwelling on thingsis something i said i could never do.and i always keep my word.2.painful.you know how when you have a crushon a really cute personand end up stalking them until you can'tstalk them anymore because there aren'tany more new pictures? that's what it feels like.except maybe ten times worsebecause that's when you realizehow his eyes turned a little to the leftand down onto the ground when he smiled,how he pulls pulled awayfrom hugs, how he crossed his fingerswhen looking into the camera lens.but the worst part is whenyou see his hand holding yoursand he's looking down a
ampersand. inside me i have ahundred different stormsblowing againstmy bones.the wind is harsh and the rainis cold, but i standwith upturned palmsin the face of it all. the eye of thetornado is abeautiful thing. to the left is the housei used to occupy butnever lived in, and above mybuzzed out head thepaint is peeing off thewalls, freshly painted, dried andalready dying; a flowernobody cared to water. all the plants around thefoundation areripped up by the things we nevergot to say. i miss youand the way you always told the thunderto stop, but i am nowalmost eighteen (which is very differentfrom freshly seventeen), and i see nowthat all you didwas put a cap on the flood.when the wind drops andmy hairfalls back to below my shoulders, iopen my mouthand taste blood. let itdry.i walkaway.
And Then She Was Born and Spoilt It AllThey say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.True.But sometimes - I'd rather say, often - beauty becomes the synonym of perfection.Either perfection or nothing.Imperfect result is equal to zero result.All criteria must be accomplished, or it all is a flop.There are seven criteria.Appearance.Manners.Brain.Charm.Creation.Work force.Order.There could be more, but I'll stop here.Doesn't remind you of anything?"Please tell me if she has brain pathologies"."Why do you think so?""She got a B. And she knows it well that she must only get As"."I've got an impression that you had a plan of her development before she was born...""Yes! And then she was born and spoilt it all!"Every moment is precious.By the time she's one, she is to be able to speak frequently, and two languages at least.By the time she's two, she must be able to read and write.By the time she's three, she is to begin studying at school.Preferably not with snot-noses from first grade.By the time she's f
Dreaming on Apollo's MoonAnother night lit sleepless journeyI sauntered atop a twilight poolIn echoing my reflection waveredSpoke the darkness to a foolThen, arose a void knight in valiant formCulling forcibly the luminous of starsThen, I peered bedazzled at furious swarmSwelling in cadaver like fireflies in jarsIn chaos reign forged ApolloIt's the curse of the azure skyBanishing midnights enchantmentFor the fool to speculate why
XI.once upon a time, we wereorchids in a green palace,i could live offof dog-eared books and using everythingand anything for bookmarks.now we're only the voicesof these tales ofgirls with hats and men working hard,i'm a cliff and you feast on the desertwinds, lonely.the only magic we still knowis the magic of mist over main street,when you almost recognisemy face from a dream- it's close enough.(and i bought a real bookmark, there are dancers, will you sing for me now coyote?)
Ticket To God's DeskHi God,I am quite aware you are an extremely busy guySpammed on a daily basis by the hatred of Your own creationShould any of my following words sound a little acid or bitter,I apologize in advance because I know Your job is sometimes one of the most ungrateful onesDear God,I know my cosmic case is no mystery to Your infinite knowledge and wisdomI know you can access my soul whenever You feel it is necessaryDear God,If You check the Holy logs You'll probably stumble upon a 8 year old little girl who was convinced rain was Your tears pouring, and storm Your Anger showingI was 8 the first time I begged You to kill meI never was from here and we both know itPlease feel free to send me Your stellar staff for a soul and mind check-upJust in case something,somewhere could be fixed...Dear God,And in case You would truly hate me...If I really am on Your mf blacklistI am begging for mercyI ask You to leave my loved ones aloneAnd simply erase me so this undying torment of d
Please StayI have to be strong not for meBut for everyone elseI want to cry I want to screamBut few can see my hollow tearsI need you near to keep me saneBut the thought of your pain makes me sadI want to hide and cry aloneBut you are here and it keeps me realI know you say you've left this solid groundBut in my heart you still liveYou've kept me together for so longSo I will stay strong for everyone else
SteadyThere are:82 years in a lifetime12 months in a year4 weeks in a month7 days in a week24 hours in a day60 minutes in an hour60 seconds in a minute1000 milliseconds in a secondSo why, oh young one, are you so eager to grow up?
FreestyleStruggling DA artistFormer con artistStealing every dimeAnd putting it in my walletCrazier than that girl named TaylorOr was it Tehya? I don't rememberEither way, I'm not phasedShe just a girl I used to datePeople want me to freestyleEveryday, but I don't know how toI just write, I can't rhymeSome days I just wanna say I'm doneBut then I couldn't have any funThrow the blade awayDon't show a weakBoy that can fightHe can, just put some gloves onAnd jump on in that ring called life
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