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#Acrostic Danger, thwarted, Only humans remain. Void to hold the dead, And slow their coming back again. Heroes defeated it Killed it.
14 years old. Female. British. Likes to rhyme. Is addicted to Teh Internetz.
#Acrostic Danger, thwarted, Only humans remain. Void to hold the dead, And slow their coming back again. Heroes defeated it Killed it.
No one fucking listens, I need a friend but no one's there. I might end this lifelong mission, To find somebody who cares. My animal friend is broken, Perhaps beyond repair.
Ink on a canvas, some twisted soul's art. Our lives crafted on the whims of a being with no heart. It lets us love others, and then takes them away, It crafts all our actions; dawn till dusk every...
My dog just got hit by a motorbike....
Ebony blade, black as starless nights. Dark aura surrounds, where it sucks out all light. Nightmares like tendrils, seep from its hilt, And yet those who wield it feel no guilt.
Maybe they called it Nemo because you can't find anyone in it, A white haze across your vision, numb within a minute. I'm not sure if my toes are there; I can no longer feel them.
You can ignore, but never forget. Things are not gone: merely dormant. The deceit and the lies like a web like a net, But the grudges and thoughts make us human.
I find I difficult to write when I'm happy, It's so much easier when I feel all crappy, But I don't want to be sad.
A man approached a woman with mistletoe, Asked her to kiss him under it, but "NO!". She vehemently refuses, he's got no chance, So he asks her instead if she wants to dance.
A caped silhouette stands lonely in the night, All that see him murmur in fright. His sword is plunged into the ground, Still as a statue, makes no sound.
On the ornate oak table, a box sat unopened. The 2 lovers to its right ignored it, too busy laughing and grinning at each other's awful jokes to acknowledge its presence.
I curl up and my eyelids flicker shut, I would like to fall to sleep but.. ...ZzzZzzzzzzZzzzzZzz....
The ground sparkles invitingly, It looks so pretty but it ain't fooling me. I know that the minute I step out of that door, My backside will make contact with the paving slabbed floor..
I'll post a song with difficult to understand lyrics, and the contestants must post their version of the lyrics to the song. It's not about who gets closest, it's about whose lyrics are best.
Lying under the bed sheets, Looking for a rhyme. I never pre-plan my poems - They come to me at random times.
City streets, Iron trees, With bright orange lights, Holding back the night Cold frost, Young and lost, Steamy breath, exhaled, Small map, no detail.
She found herself in a green meadow. It was the middle of summer, and the sun sparkled like an amber gem.
I'm layed on the top of my bunk bed, Cat on my feet pillow under my head. Some funny rubbish is on the TV, I'm not really watching, it's nothing to me.
Come to our wonderful city and start, To wonder at the metropolis at the world's heart. Creation has triumphed, for all places here, Have poems and stories, and jokes, laughs and tears.
This is the story I have used for my GCSE Coursework: Narrative Writing. In a field of white, with nothing but a single set of footprints marring the sparkling blanket, was a young boy.
The city darkened –and all sound vanished. It was a world of shadow. Doom’s home. Darkness. Silence. Everything had gone: life, light, love. Looking at the scene, I smiled. Home at last..
In a land far away, Where every pig flies, Today is the day, The last human dies. That land is ruled by, A tiger in clothes. He may be shy, But beware of his claws.
Grr.
A poem I had to write in English: I wish you were here to see the sights, But here you cannot be, save for winged flight.
Tormenter won't leave me be, I try to be pleasant, ignore it, see, But she seems to think I like her, I don't, and about her I don't care.
"Your mind is empty after seconds spent, Writing memories down. Your thoughts aren't long enough to register on your face, And make a frown.
I'm tired of being "the geeky kid", The object of everyone's mirth. I've had to put up with their jibes for too long, They're getting on my nerves.
I w u i l. f r p n e. o s f. e t t t t. v e o e. e a t. r f d d o.
If you've never lived, you cannot die. No hello then there's no need for goodbye. If you hold nothing tight, it's no task to let go, And if you have none, then your feelings will never show.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
Sleepless whispers infiltrate my head. The voices that greet me as I lay in my bed. They control my body, nought but a passenger, I am, I have to watch as the voices change who I am.
I know you don't care, as you try to hide it. Your sadistic flare, you ain't satisfied it. The more you feed it, the stronger it grows, You don't need it, so make sure its growth slows.
You're confused, I stand accused. You're a killer but you framed me, Did it yourself but blamed me. My God man, why can't you see, Where your heart is or where your soul should be..
So what I suggest you just throw them all away.
When I awoke, the green digital clock beside me displayed 00:00. It was exactly midnight. Midnight is sleep time, I told myself, as I drifted of back to sleep, unaware of my unfamiliar surroundings.
I know it's quite long, but please read it through, it's not that long. "The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do." ~Patrick Ness- A Monster Calls Ha, it's so cliche.
Who are you. What do you hold dear. How do you do. Do you come with cheer. Do you come in peace. Will you be my friend. Will you be there for me, Until the end. Are you bonkers, mate.
I'm not afraid of spiders, so don't you think I am, But this one that I saw was bigger than my hand.
As you know, the world ain't fair, The solution is just not to care. Don't dwell on your failures long, Don't care if you're right or wrong.
I am cold, I am alone, I am sad, I am bored, I am surrounded by silence. But I like the peace..
"Strip away the light and you're left with dark, Some are terrified by the lack of substance, Others find solace in the emptiness.
I lean down now and I pick up the stone, It explodes in my hand, man, my mind is blown, But the silence is coming after the noise, To live in colour or black and white is my choice.
The children lay dead in broad daylight, Killed by a generation that were too polite. They forgot what it was to live a life, Passed it on to their kids and spread the strife.
Howdy guys, it's been a while, I come back here with a smile. Now people, what could be the harm, Please welcome me back with open arms. :).
Rest my feet on your head, As you lie on my bed. Your purring fills the place. As we snuggle up close, You protect me from ghosts. In your fur, I bury my face.
http://i.pgu.me/gWIlj2-5_original.jpg Please can I have feedback?.
In the first half, we did alright, Held back the Italians with all our might. Second half, not so well, Italy dominated, fucking hell.
I've broken my addiction, To creating works of fiction. Of sharing stories and poems, But I'm not exactly going. I'll pop in every now and then, To check up on my lovely friends.
We won the game, We beat Ukraine. We won, we won. In red and white, We showed our might. We won we won we won. Yeah!.
You best think twice, You best think twice, For I have a gun, For I have a gun, Don't try to run for I'll follow you dear, No one will know 'cause there's nobody near. You best think twice.
Row row row your boat, Gently down the stream. If you see my gun and I, You're dead before you scream. #darknursery.
#darknursery Twinkle twinkle Little star, I always know where you are. In your bedroom say "goodbye", One last wish before you die. And wherever you may be, You can't get away from me..
In response to @Nom. Sorry my mind wanders a bit. Sure people can be glued to their phones, But the people affected aren't kids alone.
When you want to like an Opuss twice because it's so good..
There once was a girl called Mel, Who gave off a terrible smell, So I said "If you please, You're making me sneeze", So she cursed me and damned me to hell..
Rainshine come to me, Your presence I decree. I don't care about the water, but the sun I need to see. Rainshine come to me, I need the presence of you.
We've won, we've won, We've gone and fucking won. We beat the Swedes, Did well indeed. We've won we've won we've won we've won!.
I'm not an ace at acoustic guitar, But my perseverance should get me far. Just started to learn, I know G and C, As good as my dad, I want to be.
I was thinking of a space-war competition. Basically, you create a poem highlighting how your race is supreme, and how you plan to defeat the others.
I was in maths today when we got our tests back because they'd been marked.
The ghost in the corner, that is me. Never noticed, and never seen. Try to join in, to be part of the "crew", But I'm never remembered, I'm a slave to you.
I thought I was fine but inside I cried. You thought you loved me but your heart, it lied. I'm sick and tired of this dizziness and grief. Your heart stole mine, your heart's a thief.
There seems to be a trend, Which has yet to meet its end, Where your pic is of your eye, Or monochrome/black and white. Or both if you really want, my friend..
My sister does not copy what I do. That is not the reason she does things wrong. Why are you screaming at me because she called you a "meanie". I've never done that.
The annoying nooby mod, obsessed with correcting grammar, Always way too eager to exercise his ban hammer. Promoted by mistake when a name was misspelt, What a stroke of luck he had been dealt.
I go on a website called Sploder. The current age range is from 6-22 (that I know of, and not including the creator). My username is Casper11.
I don't want to sound conceited, but I really am the best, When it comes to cats and kittens, I am better than the rest.
I had to delete it and reinstall. I then forgot my password, and had to have a new one emailed to me. Then I tried to figure out how to copy it, but I got back on. Thank God..
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My Opuss tshirt. Front:. ___/\ /\___. / \ V / \. | words of now |. | creativity |. | never ceasing |. |_____._._____|. Back:. __. ___/ O \___. / p \.
I seem to be out of trousers, Just my luck. The trouser monster has stolen them, The foul crook. I'll be a little cold today, But not dead. Because I'll be wearing, My shorts instead.
Oh no my rank has got worse. Who cares, I'm here for the verse.
Trousers half way to my knees, Worn and faded and crumpled and creased. All but one button gone from my top, Checkered pattern doesn't stop.
(>•,•)> <(•.•<) Everyone needs a hug, You cannot go without. Who cares who it's from, Just don't mess about. Hugs are serious business, If you lack you'll be sad.
I was stood in the toilets, Waiting for a sink. Behind a young child, Of about 4 I think. The sink became free, And forward he walked. His mum rolled up his sleeves, And turned away to talk.
People say I'm too young to know myself. People say I'm too lonely for my health. People say I need to hang with a friend. Y'know it drives me 'round the bend.
I saw Chrys fold away into the thick shadows of the alley. On tiptoes I followed him. His perfect face was deep in thought, which is probably why he didn't notice me overtake him.
Heyder, I'm Alicya. I'm Chrys' friend. At least I think I'm his friend; it's hard to tell sometimes. Enough about that boy, for that is all he is, no matter how godlike he appears.
I walk down the deserted alleyway. As my gentle footsteps resonate around me, I begin to wonder what my mum would say to my newfound occupation.
Hi, I'm Chrys. Yes yes, weird spelling of Chris and all that. I've heard it all before, and I'm pretty much bored of hearing that over and over. Chris is too, well, normal. I'm not normal.
Why hello there I've lost my way, I need a little help today. Which way is it to get to earth, I've been trying to reach it since my birth.
My only criterion For the perfect one, Are three very important things. 1 is that he loves me, 2, long hair it has to be, 3 that he puts up with me when I sing. ;).
Bertie. *cat jumps into chair* Berts. Chch. *cat jumps onto desk* *purses lips and squeaks air in* *cat jumps onto top of bunk bed* Bertie. That's my face.
"Unless being biased would help me" - Earthbound.
A bucket list, what would I want to do before I die. Well firstly, and most of all, I'd want to say goodbye.
Look I'm sorry if everything is wrong, I can't sing, but I'll sing this song.
I look at my profile, and what do I see. A cute little iced bun, staring at me. A brown butterfly made of icing on top, I try to resist, my forehead I mop.
Pet _|^^|_ / . .\ \ >•< / / \ | ^ ^ | \_„_„/ I'm not sure what animal it is, If it is an animal at all.
You my friend are a damn disgrace, So shut up now and save some face. Death is not a game to play, And murdering is not ok.
I know I look distracted, Sorry 'bout the way I acted. I didn't mean to fall, I tripped on that ball. I know I landed on you, I didn't mean to. I promise it was accidental, So please stop going...
When the sun sets, the heat dies, The moon uncovers all your lies. A mangled corpse stuffed with untruths, You told when we were just youths.
If someone is an idiot, And cheats in any way, We all seem to turn against them, Before the end of the day. :(.
I make something I'm proud of, but someone makes one better. I mentally console myself and write myself this letter: Dear me, Don't cry if you have been bested.
I know this makes me a hypocrite, But I really am fed up of it. I'd like to complain about the complaints, That, this lovely app, do taint. I want to hear a poem of love, An animal tale about a dove.
Everything I post is from my own head, Most thought of from the confines of my bunk bed, But what annoys me, and others, no end, Are those who copy, paste, and then send. What is the point.
Wears a smile, beaming out Happy scream, happy shout Grinning wide from ear to ear No one, nothing, no time to fear Forever youthful in twinkling eyes Smiling happy 'til she dies.
Waving flag, free as the wind Never ceasing, waves forever Never giving up, giving in Do whatever, be whatever.
No superpowers does he possess, He's just Average Joe, I will confess. No superhero costume, or laser from eye, He ain't immortal, he can die.
You can tell she's addicted, Her hobbies depicted, In her eyes. She smokes round the corner, While I'm in my form room, She buys. Drugs from the same kid, Worst thing that she did, She cries.