Perfect For MePerfect For MePerfect For Me by blingsparks101
I soak your gaze up like water,
to a rare flower, my nourishment.
The sun sparkles in you eyes,
casts a light to my eternal darkness.
Your words are like seeds,
which I tend close to my heart,
growing to discover their meaning.
And I dote upon your voice.
Your arms are like trees
shielding me from my cruel world,
& from myself; for I am cruel.
Your smile is my biggest accomplishment,
your lips soft, & making me greedy.
They tilt up when you kiss me softly.
I do not want to stop making you happy.
Your mind is so accepting,
Your demeanor boasts hard won patience.
Trust me, you'll need it!
And for all of that you are not perfect,
But it all pales when I remember that
All you have to do is be perfect for me.
Glittering Hot MessMy world is a glittering hot messGlittering Hot Mess by blingsparks101
That looks gorgeous on the outside;
It's a mess inside.
We all hate each other,
We don't know each other,
we don't care.
We pretend for you,
You aren't looking.
As we murder each other.
With our words
But I assure you
We "love" each other.
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer by WordOfChen
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
A Tributethe sweet taste of her last kiss upon frail lipsA Tribute by KubatheLost
as soon, as she left the arms which embraced her, a Heart locked away with haste
the potion of Love brewed for her was far to sappy & gooey pink for her,
she took only a sip and backed away with distaste
her face perfect... a nice tan & two distinguishing marks at the right of her mouth,
perfectly framed by her nose, warm inviting milk chocolaty brown eyes above,
Melt your heart with ease...
Curves and other female features that bear the beauty of the most gorgeous of goddesses
Elegance, and light hearted spirit in her every movement
an inviting warming, friendly Aura she projects
however her attitude and every breath that escapes her divine mouth
carries with it the weight of the most respected Empress
words from her always thought & planned out,
always carrying her Brutally Honest signature.
being within her presence, Intoxicating to all
she'll lure you in, then stake her unrelenting claim quickly.
to some she's a friend, to others a
Daydreams of the Reaper's FriendIn terms of suns and ancient stone,
Tomorrow's the day we die.
So bar the doors with brittle bones,
And together we will cry.
It's our slow apocalypse.
And deep within we thrive.
I'd destroy the world to taste your lips,
And watch them burn alive.
So gaze through the window pane,
And seek out my favorite star.
And see us dance in Solar rain,
And on Saturn's ring we leave a scar.
A ballad of two in loving death.
Can beckon in a time of hope.
Despite the words of all the rest,
And distance seen in a telescope.
I'll spin her round and bring her home.
To where we find our window pane,
And I'll let her lay in dreams she roams.
While she dreams of the solar rain.
Then in my mind I fly away,
Back to real life's creeping end.
And to the end I choose to stay,
Forever the reaper's friend.