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A Poem So many issues from this place, the plaster melted from my face.

A smile that was once gleaming bright has shriveled into a scream of night.

A scream that whispers the blinded lies, the ones that were forced into my eyes.

To conceal my knowledge of future events, it was placed as a guard from my innocence.

And here I lie, within the trails, trapped beneath this train's very rails.

Clinging on to the darkest ways, never seen and never phased.

Forevermore I shall remain at last, stuck between dimensions, mostly in the past.

Hoping that one day I shall redeem, the wrongs that they've done to blind the seam.

HellDance with the soulless bleeding needles, and thou shall discover a clear way into Hell.
To damnations elegant and skulls of blackness, a door to beyond the wishing well.
Eternities of bloodied fire streaming across the ancient skies, seconds with pain and separation of organs, thou shall lose all except your lies.
To voids of panicked tears, to voids of lost exclamation, your patience shall waste here as will your concentration.
Stencils deep of reigning powers, stencils bent of quieted sound, elimination and survival are key; prepare your voice for the coming ground.

EnoughI'm so very tired of your brainless children, writhing in their own spit and dirt, clogging the blind from attempting to see, attempting to see the meaning of "hurt."

As if serenity left the home of elegance; such turmoil has fallen upon me.

Unseen within the fog of elimination, your soul has ceased within thee.

Protected, nay, thou is not, from the deathly whispers and your everlasting naught.

For I am darkness without a rhyme, without forgiveness and sparing of time.

The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.

Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.

Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.

Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."

And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.

HumansHumans

Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.

They do not care if you happen to die.

Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.

They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.

As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.

A brain that allows them to simply stain.

Stain the planets who were deemed sane.

Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.

The BowThe clock has stuck twelve, my departure is now, I must bid you farewell, it's time for my bow.

My life is a show, the curtains now shredded, the stage collapsed, and the cast beheaded.

The crowd loudly shrieks and roars at my lines, they find them paltry and without "proper rhymes."

They cease to find beauty in my works of art, all their eyes see is a grievous heart.

And as I utter my final words, all falls silent and my soul swiftly bows.

Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.

Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.

We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.

Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.

In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.

Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.

Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.

Left to freeze and burn from the

UsCursed upon our tattered souls, is a melting bell that never tolls.

Thrust forth into the streets of madness, our mothers deceived us, for they gambled with sadness.

Such purity that once was has morphed into dust; betrayed, deformed, and abandoned trust.

Unseen by clear eyes our beings fought by, preventing the restless from entering the sky.

Alas, here we lie under stones of dead souls, with our books in our hands as the melting bell tolls.

The DilemmaTake the bloody to the castle, lock them up all nice-and-tight.

The clock bellows twelve on the moonlight gaze, we shake the windows and run with fright.

Down the stairs and around the torches, through the mirrors and behind the books.

Towards the bell tower in the eastern wing, we sneak in the night like lifeless crooks.

We race to our mother, up high in the chamber, she waits for us to consume her mind.

To free her of the price of seduction, to leave her soul and past behind.

Alas, tis not us who can do such a thing; we shall ask the God of Death.

We pray he will answer and return to our dilemma, to put out the flame with a single br

Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.

Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.

Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?

Oh yes they shall my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.

Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.

Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.

The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.

Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.

Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.

And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.

MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.

They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.

So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.

Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.

Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."

The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.

A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.

Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.

Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.

It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.

Stellar ImmortalityStellar immortality, such a painful and taxing thing, made of bloody diamonds and extremism born from within a demon's ring.

Encased are the voices of lucidity, so very controlling and without love, the unlucky holder shall experience death, before their eyes and forever above.

As said by the candlewolf, from many years past and lost, "The holder of death shall remove the stages; press their faces towards the frost."

And this is why, dear children, thou shan't wish to live forever; dance with death for a peaceful moment, and ask yourself if you're clever.

Dead Flesh FeelsA warm severed corpse, beneath the illuminative sphere, squeals.

Skin stinging with every brush of air across the dermis. Dead flesh, feels.

Absent soul, vanished heart, stagnate brain. Moving entity kneels.

Violent murder, no witness, escaped killer. In a coat of red guilt, steals.

Sliced skin, suddenly heals. Closed eyes, open; peeled. An abrupt breath inhaled; reveals.

Justice appeals. vengeful ideals, blood congeals.

Dead flesh feels.

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TheirTheir

Dissect their cancerous minds, warp them and crush them, turn them into lines.

Shred their veins and slice open their eyes, save the blood that runs for further times.

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Remove yourself from the past, save the grief you've caused me, at last.

Please go away and save your blabber, it can be mentioned during another case.

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Admit your failures, admit your faults, you existence annoys me and I'm through with your soul.

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Anorexia

by =PlethoraFantastique, Mar 10, 2013, 5:44:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Such a frail being I am, witness my ribs bulge through my skin, I must prevent all the fattening meals or I shall become a massive sin.

Gluttony is my tormentor, from it I run afar, to distant lands of emptiness, lands of thinness, lands of star.

Without meals they remain there, so content and filled with glee, I aim to travel to that land, far beyond the normal sea.

Though alas I am chained to suffer here, to eat processed and vile courses, I simply ask for a map of guidance, one to help me reach those sources.

Anorexiaby =PlethoraFantastique

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To those of you who fight an endless battle with anorexia, I most certainly understand how you feel. (No, this is not posted to receive many views, this is simply to state how one feels in an anorexic's situation; how I typically feel at least.)

~stellaclaire Mar 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Simple. yet full of meaning and emotion.

=PlethoraFantastique Mar 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you.

*yours----truly Mar 17, 2013

This is a great insight, into your world. That I think, defines art... I know nothing of Anorexia and there is a lot I could say to you, but the point of this is to express yourself, and you have done it really well, good work

=PlethoraFantastique Mar 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so very much. ^_^

*yours----truly Mar 17, 2013

Ur very welcome x

~ThexNightxAngel Mar 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

As a quite severe anorectic, I can definitely say that this is similar to how I fealt when in the darkest depths of my disorder.

I wish you the best in life /:

(I also want to tell you that I'm here if you ever want to talk. Eating disorders have a lot more to do with emotions than food)

=PlethoraFantastique Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I am here to converse as well if you need anything, for we do share the same madness after all. ._.

~ThexNightxAngel Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Solidarity, gyrrl c:

~tatiana3222 Mar 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Forgive me for being so blunt when I day this, but I must ask;

How long have you been suffering from Anorexia? Is it because you are trying to create some sort of self-image, or you simply detest prosessed food?

=PlethoraFantastique Mar 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

For about two-three years I've dealt with it. ._. The main reason is self-image, though I do loathe processed food anyhow. It's really quite a complicated situation, though I do have slight faith I may be able to survive.

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