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HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.
And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.
One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.
Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.
Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.
Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."
The DollOn a calm June day, with the morning in sight, a soul was born to cast out the light.
This soul was a doll, one born of a gift, with fair skin and eyes that would secretly drift.
Such silken hair draped upon her head, its texture would guide the path of the dead.
Soulless beings at her every command, the doll sent them forth to claim the human's land.
So many she stained, so many she slaughtered, alas they're now plants that must always be watered.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
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.
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 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 GirlBirthed by two rains, one fresh, and one cold, the youngling was discovered by the watch of the old.
A prodigy she was, with her clear-rounded eyes, she viewed souls as gems without shades of wise.
After comprehending such hopelessness and foolishness within all, her soul inflamed and compelled them to fall.
One by one they tumbled down, their pleads unheard for they were without a sound.
Their flesh melted quickly and their souls vanished fast, there was nevermore a sound coming from them, at last.
And once the suffering and screams finally ceased, the girl disappeared for now all was at peace.
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.
FadingCan you tell that I am fading?
I am starting to slip.
Pasting fake smiles and acting like someone else,
Can't you tell I am not myself?
I don't think you can.
Because I have been fading away,
For awhile now.
Not like you could possiblely care,
Doesn't seem like I can get anyone to care.
Because I don't act differnt,
Living a double life.
Full of likfe,
And sometimes angry.
I help people with their problems,
But at home?
I try to sort through mine,
Letting no one in.
Its safer that way,
But lately I have been fading.
Into the blackness,
And no one seems to notice.
Why should they?
I act as if nothing bothers me.
When it bothers me,
It all bothers me.
No one notices,
Its my fault.
I have acted this way for so long,
Its my fault that I am fading.
Draw my OCs contest! Contest Over
Edit: Contest ending in 2 days!!!
Edit 4/21/13: Every participant will be given 5
Alright, to celebrate my 200 watchers, I've decided to host a contest!!
The concept is pretty simple, just draw my OCs~!
My OCs: Morgan: http://fav.me/d5jy3g8 http://fav.me/d5o3g8h Alice: http://fav.me/d5rwc3z Queen of Hearts: http://fav.me/d5t5rtf http://fav.me/d5wqgcj
This contest will be judged on how well you captured my character's personality~
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
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Alone in this world.Are you okay?
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
Beautifully Flawed Wild AnimalsAs a child I was kicked by a horse
While approaching from behind
It knocked me clean across the stable
This fragile framed boy of nine
I tried so hard to be strong and brave
And as Mother wiped my tears away
All I could think was I must return
To the stable the very next day
I barely slept a wink that night
For thinking about the steed
And how the doctor said I‘d be dead
If hoof had hit below my knee
Running my hand over the horseshoe
That was bruised onto my thigh
I felt a very real connection
Between the animal and I
Mother woke me as dawn broke
Asked if I still wanted to go
To visit the scene of the crime
To visit my equus foe
I nodded bravely and forced a smile
And with that we were on our way
I recognised the farmers son
I recognised the bales of hay
And there he was right in front of me
He seemed bigger than before
But there was no fear in my heart
Just a sense of wonder and awe
The farmers son took me by the hand
And as he tended to its mane
He fed the horse a sugar cube
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
TodayToday was a day.
Today was a day of cobwebs and cogwheels,
jammed by unseen obstructions
forcing me to lock my wheels
and careen from the tracks.
Today was a day.
Today I was lost in my own head,
without a map, though in you
I had the perfect guide.
We got lost together.
Today was a day.
Today is over, is it tomorrow yet?
Tomorrow will be better, I tell myself.
Tomorrow won't feel so heavy,
Tomorrow will be different.
Tomorrow is a day.
On a Shadow It occurred to me that
By a shadow's reckoning
I am the one that is cast.
And while his wakefulness
Is measured by the duration of the light
When we next meet I will have aged
And his emptiness is immortal.
Still our lives are so entwined
That we will wink out of existence together,
Swallowed by the greatest shadow of all.
I do not see you, have you left me behind?
Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?
It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.
To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.
Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
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