KnightlyAngel09

I'm not a prose person, seriously, so in advance forgive the lack of skill. I wrote this for a story, originally, and the letter came with it but I lost ...

Quite messy. I've got a terrible case of writer's block. I forced this out. ----------------- Time has overtaken us, 'Tis the price we pay; For sitting still and dreaming dreams, ...

This pen writes no longer, It has abandoned its trade; It has gone on vacation, And has let its ink fade. This pen has no stories, No more glorious prose; ...

I would kiss you, protect you, hold you, love you-- had I only the ability to move. If my hands were of warm flesh rather than impeccable, marble white, I ...

Though the world be so cruel, Though the world be so wrong; 'Tis no great excuse To no longer be strong. Though all hope may have vanished, All's in vain ...

Every word he writes, Pulsates with life; Every line on paper, A grand masterpiece. Dramatic, Tear-jerking, gut-wrenching Monologues tie heartstrings, Emotions ensnare your soul; Words captivate you.

You puzzle me, You; Whose mind I can turn every angle, Caress every corner And still meet a dead end. Forever shall I turn your mind in vain, Turning full ...

Impossible You, Impeccable you; Dare I hope you exist? Vain, Vain-- but I wish! Oh, the dreams of your face, The features I trace; Chiseled lips I must kiss, If ...

The barriers of the world are plenty, Fences round each heart is built; Brick by brick we raise our walls Walls of anger, pain and guilt. When hurt, retreat, return ...

Love is a leap. Lamentably, I have never been inspired to jump. -Leopold in Kate and Leopold(2001). Shall we dance across the boundary of time, And waltz past the fences ...

The man raised his eyes to heaven, And watched the artist paint the sky; The warmth caressed his aching limbs, And his weighty cares began to fly. He shrugged the ...

Little light, you have no beauty, Thy prudent wick can have no grandure; Little light, you shine for no one, No lowly land or greater verdure. Little light, you useless ...

Here, beyond the meadows green, Beyond the beauteous castles preened; Above the magic light of stars, Beyond the garish light of Mars; Here he said he’ll meet me. Here, upon ...

Not in the progress sense of the idiom, Certainly, I see no progress in this— No progress at all in the choking city streets, that is home to that person, ...

I cannot write you anymore, My golden pen has fallen; It faltered, shattered, breathed last, And now it's dead and barren. I wrote you pretty verses once, Of love and ...

Scrapped. Will work from concept and strive to make better. If not, scrapped altogether.

The tree with his timeless grace of swaying leaves and limbs, calls up the songs of heaven when he rustles with the wind. The tree that sunlight graces with the ...

You taste like tequila sunrise, early in the morning-- like an exploding, scorching sun forcing its way down my throat; replacing the familiarity, the warmth of my coffee. You burn ...

James Patterson is of course a renowned author. He used to be in the 'action' genre. Still is. But he has released three books that were more on the romantic ...

This is quite rough.XD Comments and reviews well appreciated. Pay my respects to grace and virtueSend my condolences to goodHear my regards to soul and romanceThey always did the best ...

Sitting upon a weathered bench, We watched the sunsets fade; One by one the days ticked off ‘til only one remained. Today we shall jest with the sea, And punch ...

O my dear, how can I speak of being apart from you?The eyes know a hundred tears, and the soul has a hundred sighs.-HafizDid you think for a momentThat my ...

I shall play a song for you,To raise your kneeling soul;Tie you in my melody,And sing to keep you whole.Crumble not, I beg of you;Let my music mend.The notes that ...

I hold on to your smoke andstrive to imprison it in my palms.I breathe it in deeply;to confine it in my chest—only to choke onYour nicotine.You see, you are that ...

This was written in a dash for a friend who needed to cram a poem and was unable to.XD So it is rough. Title suggestions, por favor?---Fear not the dangers ...

Dear ______, Goodbye. Goodbye. That’s how it should sound. None of the heavily emotive tone of the first. No searching look around my eyes when I gaze my last at ...

The rose you gave still sits upon my table,the vibrant red it once was, faded into a dusky pink,that does not speak about love at all.The verdant leaves that gave ...

We were reduced to nothing more than airy globesthat barely twinkled while the earth belowwas washed in darkness.We were contented at being prettyand winking at mortals who searched the heavensfor ...

Silent as the clouds above,In all that fluffed up glamour;She strides across the dark blue sky,Showering in ardor.And all that look upon her face,Go blind from all that luster;For the ...

Miss ______,I know that from you of all people, I deserve no good will. In this incident, I have wronged many, yet no one more so than you. Over the ...

What care I for shining tresses,Long, dark rivers flowing free?Oh, I’ve got a knack for swimming,But only in the open sea.What care I for eyes that sparkle,Precious gems that tempt ...

Some guy asked me out today,got some cheap roses in his handsand cheaper words on his tongue.Thinking he’d cover up the callousnessof his all too thin wallet, with a bunchof ...

If kisses could, you know I wouldbring warmth upon your lips,but lips speak lies, all frost and ice— I shiver when I kiss.Too cold for me, unpleasantly,I tremble in your ...

Beauty, pity your broken soul,Venture not in a month so cold.The December winds will chill your bones,‘Til heart and blood be made of stone.Beauty, pity your clean, white hands,Break not ...

Listen to:The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The ScriptA Letter from the Man Who Can’t Be Moved: When I first saw you, you were singing to the empty air. ...

Tonight the stars are in your eyes,The moonshine in your hair;I’d take you up to touch the sky,But nothing is out there.All the light in all this dark,Exists around your ...

Perhaps we should not kiss tonight,Beneath the hazy silver light;Intoxicated by the fumesOf cigarettes and cheap perfume.Perhaps we should not dance tonight,Lose ourselves in pulsing lights;And spin a

Hey. So, 'tis the season... And I think that at one point or another, we've had loved ones who were away this time of the year. So this is for ...

A moth died today. The lights went out, so the candles were lit. Unbelievably, the moth headed straight for the flame and was burned to death. In a cruel twist ...

Eyes have fooled the heart beforewith many curious glances;the glances lead to hearts in mouthsand flaming fast quick’s the eye to registera beauty ‘midst the clamor,so quick’s the heart to ...

Let us set our hearts a-flutter,weave a tale of candid lovers;star-crossed, starlit, little stars,rehearsing our pretend parts.Let us play with one another,teach our souls to sweetly suffer;coax a lov

You taste like alcohol and bad decisions,like rockstar lives and hazy dreams;you crack me open like a bottle of beer just to throw me out when I’m empty.And you cry ...

I lift my heart, an honest plea;a gift I give, to you—from me,mayhap you shall consider this,as what it is, a fervent wish.And all that now, is dear to me,I ...

You smell like cigarettesand the cheap perfumethat keeps you company all night.Your hands shakewhen you light a fire but Istill manage to catch a spark.You burn me like a pack ...

Parallel lines are lines that never intersect.- Calculus for Economists, 2005I could draw a line throughThe quadrants of existence,Make formulae that equateYou = Me.But, we will never meet.I could cha

Why no, I didn’t mean what I saidIn that worthless piece of—Paper that I folded and scented and sent to youOn Valentine’s Day.Of course I didn’t mean it when I ...

Remember how in math we learned toadd, and I saidYou + Me

Do I love?I do not know.He kisses me,I cannot showan eagernessto him who loves,I kiss him back‘tis not sweetness inthat little kiss,I shudder atmy marble lips.I wonder whyI cannot showa ...

My mother had a collection of porcelain dolls. Dad had gotten them from a trip to China and Mom arranged them on top of the drawers. I was curious about ...

Spoiler! : I'm sure most of you are familiar with Cupid and Psyche's love story. It's one of the few love stories in greek myth that ended happily. Literature of ...

Warning signs your date is broke: He tells you to choose a restaurant, but when you suggest some Italian finery, he chokes, tells you vividly (very vividly) of his food ...

DrainpipeMy dear, come in;wipe your muddy boots on our soft white carpetand throw your soaking coat on the floor.You see, I don’t think anyone’s going to noticethe mess you’re making ...

Spoiler! : You will notice that this is a very short story. The reason for this is because this is actually part 1 of a short story I had been ...

On a park bench he is sitting,old and weathered by the rain;both the man and wood is brandedby life and time’s injurious stains.His gray eyes flicker to the path,where he ...

I wish that I could dance with youBeneath the starlit night;Walk upon a silver moonbeam,And bathe ourselves in light.I wish the stardust in our soulsWould shine with all it’s might;And ...

I remember you when I light a cigarette;your slender, white, body that I traced beneath myfingers. I pressed my lips against youand took a breath; exhaling a dozen rosesand a ...

On the other side of the worldThere’s snow on his doorstep, and his door is ajar;the chill seeps in like an uninvited memory.He tries to drown her dark eyes in ...

Spoiler! : First, it is 1 in the morning and I am sleepy and watching Persuasion at the same time but I had an urge to write something for mother's ...

Spoiler! : We were taking up Thomas Wyatt, Sidney and Shakespeare for British Lit. This is a play on the Blazon, wherein the writer lists all the pleasing qualities of ...

A/N: So as not to spook anyone anymore: This is a remix of John Wilbye's 'Love Not Me'. Spoiler! : This is a reply or, perhaps a remixed version of ...

Perhaps I’ll lift my pen todayTo write of plants and trees,Praise the Lord for his good worksApplaud the birds and bees.Or maybe I’ll philosophize,Be smarter with my ink;Write of Logic, ...

Dear daddy, Remember that boy who took me to prom? Don’t be mad, but I admit that I felt a little proud of myself when he walked in the door. ...

Spoiler! : You will notice the odd punctuation. I did not mean for it to be correct grammatically. Punctuation, I believe, isn't strictly a grammatical tool in poetry. It was ...

What’s a kiss worth these days?Nothing—spare change and lint.We’re throwing it away like worthless coins,Tossing it to the poor and needy—The needy, nameless lips in a bar,Body language just a

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.-Mother TeresaI have found the paradox said Mother Teresa,and by ...

And in the middle of the flood, I felt my worth/ When you hold on to me, like I was your little life raft/ Please know, that you were mine ...

It’s a shame, is it not?—That we did not love.Chances so fleeting,A nod from above.How foolish we were,To hope and to wait;Our half-hearted movementAngering Fate.We could have, but didn't,So scare

The way to get girlsSigh and stutter when she’s there,gaze at moonlight, grasp at air;talk of love all night and day,think of pretty things to say.Tell her things you do ...

She: It is 6 in the morning and I cannot feel you on the bed beside me. My heart quickens, and my throat constricts. I shut my eyes tightly, afraid, ...

Spoiler! : Inspired by North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. If you have not seen the BBC mini-series (and you happen to love Austen/Dickens or period films in general) YOU ...

Do not speak of love, I beg,It is too much to bear;My love is far away from me,And oh! It is unfair.You see, he is a poor man’s son,No fortune ...

It was raining again. A small, sad sort of smile forced its way into his lips. He couldn’t help but think of her, though he knew that pining for her ...

Spoiler! : I began loads of fanfiction when I first began to write but I never finished them. This is the first I've finished and I'm glad it's about Remus ...

What are we holdingwithin our embrace?A fragment of heaven,marooned in this place.A tiny matchstickto begin with a spark,a small, warming fireto thaw our hearts.The promise of summer,of rest and of ...

Mark and Sally met in the school playground. He was six and she was seven and that meant that they couldn’t be friends. He pulled her pigtails and she pushed ...

Spoiler! : Nothing like a bit of a rant to brighten up a stormy day, eh? I’m not lonely. I’m not.Alright, 95% of the time I’m not, but the fact ...