Sexual Reference.
Gasoline

It's beuatiful, really, she thought as the fire danced aorund him. He was beautiful, yet he was ugly.

His hair was as bright as the flames he controlled. Eyes were as green as the earth his flames burned.

She could never get why she admired him so, he kidnapped her before!

Yet she was always captivated in his words,

Which were like melodies in her ears.

"You know you'll come back for more," he'd tease her.

She'd scoff, "In your dreams," she'd rolled her eyes, get her clothes on and leave.

He's laugh when she'd come back, "I must be dreaming!" he would mock.

Axel would pull her into his flames once more.

Tugging at her own red hair.

Each time, she would promise herself she wouldn't come back.

But she did.

After all;

Her love and his lust are the gasoline that feeds their flames.

Not much! ^^: In case you didn't notice, it's Kaixel.

If I write more, It'll be on this thread.

New title got your attention, eh? ;D

This is a little more personal than Kh, lol.

 

In the green,

Green, green meadows,

With the Roses,

White, white roses,

She lies there head in the sunlight,

Smiling and waiting,

For the ones she loves.

She knows to be patient,

For their time is not yet taken its toll,

Her has come and gone,

She was happy,

Leaving a mark on their hearts,

They may be sad—but their time,

Is to come.

And when they come,

Greet her in the green

Green, green meadows

With the white, white roses,

She will have open arms-

Like how they had open hearts.

..... Oh God. What did I read.....

I warned ya, Sexual Refernce for the first one. The second one is more like: emoemoemoemoemoemo.

That was good! (Even though i thought it was roxas and not kairi...... damn u google)

Ta~ Ty. I feel obligated to make another poem [my muse came back~]

 

Frozen

I tremble down,

As gravity pulls me down, down, down,

Into the frozen depths,

Of my mind.

Can't do this,

I must lie,

So they can move on.

Frozen in time,

Is where I lie,

In this ice,

I'll freeze.

The numb will take over,

Ease the pain,

It's only when the cold will crack,

And the protective ice melts,

When my mind will collaspe.

More Emo. Lol.

Lolz that did catch my eye. By any chance would you take a idea for one?

I warned ya, Sexual Refernce for the first one. The second one is more like: emoemoemoemoemoemo.

 

I hated the second one. The first one was good

Can I seriously just have your writing skills. ;u; Your poems are amazing~

Can I seriously just have your writing skills. ;u; Your poems are amazing~

 

no i want it

Lolz that did catch my eye. By any chance would you take a idea for one?

 

Hmmm what do you mean? Care to elaborate?

 

Anyway:

Ty you all so much for replying and all the things you said~ Made me happy.

Btw; This poem might have slight spoilers from The Hunger Games-spoilers involving Haymitch.

 

Booze

Booze is one way he takes care of his troubles,

Sipping and sipping away,

The memories that cause him pain,

Back then;

He just wanted to get home,

To his mother,

Brother,

And Girl,

But he killed them.

The one who reeks of Blood and Roses,

They are gone,

No longer in flesh.

So there he lives,

At the bottom of the bottle,

Where he sips his life away,

Until the fire came,

And this fire,

Was the one he was waiting for,

To make the spark arise all over Panem.

 

So, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta are my favoirte characters in the Hunger Games. Expcet alot of that, lol. This one just came to me, honestly I pulled it out of my ass. I love Haymitch, ever since he first appears in the book. He's so funneh.

Basically a idea for a poem like a pairing or a theme. That's what i'm asking is if I could do that.

Hmmm what do you mean? Care to elaborate?

 

Anyway:

Ty you all so much for replying and all the things you said~ Made me happy.

Btw; This poem might have slight spoilers from The Hunger Games-spoilers involving Haymitch.

 

Booze

Booze is one way he takes care of his troubles,

Sipping and sipping away,

The memories that cause him pain,

Back then;

He just wanted to get home,

To his mother,

Brother,

And Girl,

But he killed them.

The one who reeks of Blood and Roses,

They are gone,

No longer in flesh.

So there he lives,

At the bottom of the bottle,

Where he sips his life away,

Until the fire came,

And this fire,

Was the one he was waiting for,

To make the spark arise all over Panem.

 

So, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta are my favoirte characters in the Hunger Games. Expcet alot of that, lol. This one just came to me, honestly I pulled it out of my ass. I love Haymitch, ever since he first appears in the book. He's so funneh.

 

I love you I love you love you I love you /shot

Basically a idea for a poem like a pairing or a theme. That's what i'm asking is if I could do that.

 

Sure you can give out ideas, like [forgive me if I'm wrong] a request, I'll try~

@4Everbee Thank you, feelings mutual ;D /shot

Hmmm what do you mean? Care to elaborate?

 

Anyway:

Ty you all so much for replying and all the things you said~ Made me happy.

Btw; This poem might have slight spoilers from The Hunger Games-spoilers involving Haymitch.

 

 

Booze

Booze is one way he takes care of his troubles,

Sipping and sipping away,

The memories that cause him pain,

Back then;

He just wanted to get home,

To his mother,

Brother,

And Girl,

But he killed them.

The one who reeks of Blood and Roses,

They are gone,

No longer in flesh.

So there he lives,

At the bottom of the bottle,

Where he sips his life away,

Until the fire came,

And this fire,

Was the one he was waiting for,

To make the spark arise all over Panem.

 

So, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta are my favoirte characters in the Hunger Games. Expcet alot of that, lol. This one just came to me, honestly I pulled it out of my ass. I love Haymitch, ever since he first appears in the book. He's so funneh.

 

Gaaah, well I love Finnick, it's a nice day outside, I took a walk on the coast and bam:

 

 

 

Seagulls

Personally,

All the fake,

Weird,

Different people,

Of the Capitol

Sicken him.

He can only see true beauty.

Not in himself,

But in her.

The one who is "mad",

The girl who won the 70th Hunger Games,

The girl he gave his heart too all those years ago,

The one with the greenest eyes,

The same girl,

Who goes with him to the coast every monring,

To feed the seagulls.

"They're my favorite," she said to him one day.

"They remind me of you, Finnick,"

He liked the way she said his name,

Sweet,

Full of love,

No lust.

"How so?" he dared to ask,

A little scared of the answer.

"They are strong, able to live at anything that hits them,

Sure, they may bother people,

But that's how they survive.

They persevere.

Like you,

You promised me you'd come back from your Games,

And you did. Your persevered.

That's why they're my favorite."

The look of love in her eyes told him she wasn't lying.

"I bother people,huh?" he teased her, making her smile.

That day,

Was one of her great days,

She never looked off to the distance,

Or covered her ears.

Annie Cresta,

Whether she knew it or not,

She too, was a seagull,

She too, persevered

She too, kept a promise,

The very same,

He kept

That's why,

Seagulls were his favoirte.

 

Numbah Two [NOT Hunger Games]

 

Electric

She was fiesty,

Hard headed,

And one nasty temper.

She was electricty.

The only time she felt,

Honestly,

Truly felt something in her hallow body,

Was with her knives.

Whenever she summoned them,

Electicty would flow through her,

And reflect on her blades,

She loves fighting,

It makes her feel.

She was number XII,

She was the only girl,

Unless you counted that

Whiny,

Useless,

And annoying,

XIV,

But she didn't,

So to her-

she was the only girl.

Larxene.

 

Lol, I hate Xion.

Edited March 13, 201213 yr by Larxene12

So this first one is based of of my Hunger Games OC, Hillyana Havensworth. [Hill-ee-ah-nn-a]

 

Race

So,

My heart is racing,

My feet are tingling,

My hands won't stop twitching,

My face is red,

My mind is racing,

I was reaped.

"Hillyana Havenswroth!"

I walked up to the stage,

My raven hair flowing behind me,

My dark blue eyes peirced to the "12" on the stage,

I tried hard to ignore,

Gabby's screams of agony.

"Roy Cartinathy!"

Great,

My fellow tribute,

A friend,

My second best friend,

He walks up and our eyes make contact,

When he reaches the stage,

I feel sick.

My stomach is twisted in knots,

As I look out at the camera,

I smile slightly,

Tell Panem,

"I'm a survivor!"

When I know,

I am going to die.

Then I met him,

He seems less drunk then he usually does,

My mentor,

My key to survival,

Haymitch Abernathy.

He looks between Roy and I

"You two know eachother, I presume?"

So he noticed how we looked natural next to eachother,

I nodded and Haymitch nodded again,

"Allies or not?" he asked,

I looked at Roy,

He looked at me as well,

We both nodded,

"Of course."

My mind was in a race,

A race,

I just hope,

Our alliance won't make it,

Us two-

Both District 12 tributes,

Fighting to the death,

All of Panem,

Watching us,

Waiting for a victor,

For the 63rd Hunger Games,

I'd like to think I'd kill myself.

I know Roy thinks the same.

Gah, I'm in the middle of writing my FanFic for her. Lol, I wanted to make this poem~ NOW onto KH!

 

Heart

Maybe,

It was the water...

No!

The sitar!

Yeah,

No-

The cookies!

Meh,

Being a nobody wasn't so hard,

Easier then living in Twilight Town,

No money,

No family,

No food.

Here,

He has friends,

Money,

Cookies,

His Sitar,

Water he controlls,

Plus Food.

He doesn't really like it,

When people say he,

"Has no Heart,"

He doesn't,

But he's nice enough-

Right?

His parents had no eharts,

They left him,

Hungry and

Alone,

So-

He doens't like to be

Catergorized with them,

So he's nice.

He likes to think,

He has

a

heart.

 

Edited March 14, 201213 yr by Larxene12

Meh venitsh.

 

Breathing

Funny how one action,

Keeps you alive,

Fills you up,

With the tools of survivals,

Subconciously we do it every day.

If all that is true,

Then why can't I?

Why can't I breath-

Is it the thought of seeing them?

Is it the thought of the house-

Without her?

Is it the small,

Sheer,

Horrifying fact-

That she's gone-

Never to come back?

She can't breathe,

When I saw her in the casket,

I swear-

And don't call me crazy-

I saw her breathing.

When I saw her,

Two days before,

She was breathing,

I talked her to sleep.

When I reached out to touch her,

Face in the cacsket,

Surrounded by white,

Pure and soft cloth,

Her face was cold.

Her hace was was dead,

Stiff,

Her face was here-

But her mind and soul long gone.

Why can't I breath?

Is it the fact,

That I wish to be with her again?

Be witht he one-

Whom makde me feel loves?

Be with her,

Her who made me feel

Like I belonged?

She who no longer breathes,

Like I used to?

In case you haven't noticed. The person was dead.

 

You, I, Them.

You left,

Gone away in the wind,

Like a leaf,

Falling off it's home tree,

Into the wind.

You left me,

Cold,

Alone,

Confused,

As you went to fly,

With another flock.

As a bird,

I flew solo,

Fed myself,

Warmed myself,

Slept by myself.

As a fish I swam,

Evaded the sharks,

Evaded the other predators,

All by myself.

As a flower,

I bloomed,

Seeded,

And bathed in the sun,

By myself.

As a human,

I walked,

I cried,

I smiled,

I wished,

By myself.

Then they came,

With them-

As a bird I flew with them,

As a fish I swam with them,

As a Flower I bloomed with them,

As a human I laughed with them.

Without you.

 

Been a long time

Let it go

Float in the water,

Although it's been gone for some time,

The figure of a girl still watches it.

Though she knows it won't come back

The others wishes it does,

Not him.

He accepts and loves her,

Unlike the others.

Sometimes she feels selfish

For letting it go

So she reaches out for it,

She can never reach it,

"Please come back,

So maybe then, I can love him like

As he loves me!" she calls.

It laughs back at her,

Shaking it's head,

"You already do, silly girl!

I've been around and around,

And now I see!"

So she asked, "Where the f*ck you been at?"

A wink and it sunk.

Edited April 30, 201213 yr by Larxene12