My Type of GuyI lustI craveFor your warm embraceMy heartMy pulseCan't keep up the paceIt beatsIt achesWhen you're nearbyYou're cuteAnd smartYou're my type of guy
LoveIt doesn't come easyIt doesn't come quickIt can make you feel happyOr make you feel sickIt can make you feel powerfulIt can make you feel "hip"But can also make you fallAnd make you lose your gripWhen you meet him, you wait for the wordsThe words you hope are trueWhen he kisses your lips and tenderly says "I'll always love only you"
The ShadowA messenger, a God of DeathWatching your every stepFollowing your trailHolding your fateClutching your soulIn his cold, dead hands...:iconskullplz:
Slenderman (Acrostic Poem)Slowly creeping behind the treesLoving the scent of your fearEver so quietNear you at all timesDriving your paranoiaEven furtherRight into hystericsMysteriousAnd frighteningNear you... and always watching you...
Old BooksOld BooksOld books are like portals to the pastThey've shown how the world has been to them and how they've been treatedSome well some badSome old books tell us HistorySome old books tell us fictional storiesSome old books tell us they're life storyYes old books may be worn outYes some old books may be ripped or tieredSome may be to fragile to readBut everyone old book as a different story to tell
Final Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven Kuja Yuffie stood in front of the players with her hands firmly on her hips. “Alright girls and guys, enough with the chit chat. Let's get things going in here. I want a firecracker for our next player, we got any firecrackers in here?” No one answered. “Seriously, none of you, not even one?” Yuffie sighed. “Well fine then, I guess I'll just pick you to play.” She pointed in your direction and doubled over, filled with disappointment.“Don't be so sad Yuffie, there may be some hidden firecrackers in this room yet. You'll just have to wait and see.” You gave her a reassuring pat on the back and quickly chose your item. It was a small, but extremely intricate hand mirror. It was more gaudy than it was pretty, and quite honestly, you had no idea who this might belong to.“Quite beautiful, is it not? Such things have no real purpose, yet I find their beauty, undeniable.” A soft chuckle escaped Kuja's lips.
Stay, or Die Kadaj X Reader Part 2 “You guys, this is getting ridiculous. We've looked high and low, your mother isn't here. Can we please go home now?” Usually you wouldn't have said anything about the fruitless search, but after being on your feet for three days straight, without proper sleep, food or even a shower, you couldn't keep yourself from speaking your mind.Kadaj sent you a hate filled glare. “I'd stop your complaining if I were you, I just might make you check the entire building for a second time.” Even in the dimly lit building, you could see that Kadaj and his brothers were just as tired as you were. Still, they wouldn't give up the search. “Come on, we're almost done with this wing.” Pushing past you, Kadaj forced open a heavy metal door. Behind it was the remains of what looked like a laboratory. “You search with me. I need to make sure you don't decide to take a nap.”“Right because I've been slacking this whole time rig
TwistedEverything is so messed upI’m so confusedI should be crying,But instead I’m laughingLaughing…At death.Laughing…At my last breath.When the world is backwardsI’m so confusedThe sky is groundThe north is southAnd I find myself swingingFrom the cobblestonesAnd with dirty hands, walkingGripping with knuckle bonesWhy is it, turned all aroundI’m so confusedYes means noWrong is rightAnd I’m enthralled with hurting peopleDestroying their soulsAnd living, but actually deadAnd somehow hurt consolesAt this rate I’ll beFalling down to heavenOr flying up to hellTo really understand this world of oppositionAnd upside-downsWhen I try to call my friendTurns out she’s the enemyAnd when I think I’m singingI’m actually really cursingAnd all around meThey all just do the sameWhen normality's are no longer normality'sI’m so confusedWhen Beauty is uglyAnd scars are lovelyGets pretty hard to disgui
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someoneWhen you can't even love yourself.But I loved you nonetheless,The problem was I didn't know when to stop.You kept sending me mixed signsMaking me dizzy until ICouldn't knowLeft rightMuch less rightFrom wrong.When our world started crumbling down andT e a r i n g at the seamsIt was so easy for you to let it fall apart.But I, knowing no other kind of love,desperately clung to the remaining bits,Trying to put them back together.Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,They kept growing andgrowing a p a r t,until your world was only yoursand mine a hollow echo of its past.Looking back now, it seems like itAll happened in a different life,With some other you, some other me,And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
Days PassDays pass-Life goes on. And although you aren't present,I'm still living.Still breathing.Days pass- Cold mornings,And long afternoons.I make it through, Though sadness haunts my every thought.Days pass-I still wait for you.Don't you still love me? Am I okay? I can't decide. Days pass- Where are you?It's so cold...I'm loosing grip-I fall. Days pass- And I'm sinking,My heart broken. I reach out,My last loving breath.Days pass-And you never noticed,So fixed on your grace,Outshining my dull, washed-out soul.I'm gone.Days pass-And you live on.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,hold your secrets between myribcage-embrace & just breathe.
It Feels Like PainJealousy...Watch while it destroys me.As it wraps its hands around my throat,my eyes are pleading...just...just choke.So thrilled for you,you and your happy ending.Even if it means I lost my company,and now I'm stuck here alone.Alone in my misery.But I wont dwell,and I like to pretend I'm well.So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.I'll stand in the sand,and write you a love-song.I'll sing it loudas the waves crash over me.Saltwater disguises the crying.And I can make you believe,that I am not heartbroken.Not that it matters.After-all,in the end it's just pain.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.And because I'm a poet,I have the pride of a poet,and the background of an artist.Yes as a poet.I am overlooked in the groupfor the work that is drawn,and the art that is colored by the paintersI am a writerand though my words hold powerthey are seen as nothing more than wordsand never get brought to their original intentI am a writerwhose every move is watchedwhose art is critiqued harsher than otherswho's still unknown as an artistI am an author,who wears my heart on my sleevewho leaves everything bare to judgmentwho never asks for more than is dueI am an artist,but I don't always get treated as such
Ask Me To Write a PoemAsk me to write a poemabout kissing witches in my sleep.Ask me to write a poemabout the bump on my middle fingerfrom forcing pen to paper.Ask me to write a poemabout the discolored bruises on my kneesthe poetry written in ink upon my fleshthe love in a foreign tongue on my wrist.Ask me to write a poemabout Boyfriend,my possessive Siamese,about my rose thorn teeth,and the battle scars I wear like trophies.Ask me to write a poemabout how my own words make me sick,about how I swear I'll die by the pen.Ask me to write a poemabout boys and peachesand how I wish they tasted just as sweet,about how I sanded away layer, after layerafter layerjust to see if I really bleed ink.Ask me to write a poem.
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Saying I don't love her.But I still say it all the while,Because I have been hurt. I know I should stop this,I know I should just face it.But I can't face up to this,I can only run away from it. I know that I still love her,I would take her back in a heartbeat,But as I can't have her,I lie to myself, looking down at my feet. I know that I still love her,But Denial is my only friend.
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.
What Is A Good Book?What is a good book?A good book disappears in your hands. A good book ceases to be pages covered in words. Punctuation becomes natural pauses or tones in a voice, in the language composed of words defined and given meaning by the reader's mind. A good book does not exist in your hands. It exists in the mind. It enters and remains. It unfolds, slowly or rapidly. It builds figures with blurred features, whose emotions and characters stand out to you and are seen by you each moment you turn your eyes in their direction - you often forget their surface. You are able to forgive an ugly character for being ugly, because you do not see the character's face. You see the character's soul, and if it appeals to you, you may fall in love with a lame, battered, and malformed beast. If the soul is wonderful, the figure is wonderful an ideal judgment humans praise but do not practice.A good book is a good book when the author's imagination is planted within the reader's mind, where two creat
Dragon at HeartThere is no place that I can go.There is no road for me to travel.I blaze my path from nothingness.I am a dragon at heart.My future lies ahead of me.My past, so heavy I cannot fly.The friends I have help bear the weight.I am a dragon at heart.Fear does not elude me whenever trouble strikes.Despite my desperation, I stand brave and proud.I am a dragon at heart.
Keep Going, Just Until TomorroKeep hoping.Keep thinking.Keep wishing.Keep breathing.Keep fighting.Keep going.Just until tomorrow.It may just seem like it will be another day.It may just seem like it will turn out like every other day.But,Tomorrow could be the day your life changes.Tomorrow could be the day everything changes.So just keep going.
FEARFEAR:Frantically he scrambles away from the darkEager to be free of his waking nightmareActing only upon the instinct within him;Reminded constantly that he is preyFor some time he hides in the pervasive shadowsEarnestly praying that he will not be discoveredA single sound is all it takes to jar him;Running from a creature that he can barely seeFrom head to toe it is certainly monstrousEnshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnanceAs the acid drips from its cruel jaws,Rapidly dissolving the ground belowFearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mindAlone with only his anxiety for companyResting for what might be his very lastFrom birth, Ever-present, Always Rememberedsuch is the nature of FEAR
-Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.If you want to change, then please, do so,Change into a girl that I don't want to know.Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
FindAs I plunge myself into the surface of the waterMy only hope is to find youI know I never willFind you the way I wish I couldSmiling like you usedTipping your hatThe tendrils of water wrap around meBinding my throatBut I don't struggleI see you in the distanceBut I may be dreamingDrifting out of dreams of youAnd a reality of panicMy legs kick outBut then they stopAs I begin to scream outMy mouth fills with waterAnd I fallIs this what you would have wanted?
YouThe perfect smileThe coolest walkThe sweetest styleThe smoothest talkSuch beautiful eyesSuch tasteful lipsThe greatest surpriseAnd erotic hipsI'll be your loverI'll be your friendWe'll lie under these coversUntil the end