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HerBeneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.

Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.

And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?

Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?

It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.

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.

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."

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.

Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.

A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.

A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.

Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.

Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.

And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.

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 Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.

The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.

Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.

Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.

Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.

Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.

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.

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

My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.

Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.

Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.

Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.

Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.

But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.

ForgottenForgotten

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.

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.

AnorexiaSuch 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.

The Frozen SongsFrozen songs whispered by the wind, such elegance brought to the trees.

Simplistic vows forever forgotten, such forgiveness they ask, such pleas.

At once they sang, such elegant notes, but alas those have drifted away.

Nevermore they shall return to sing, nevermore shall they ever stay.

The Cloud of Desperate GloomTwice upon a summer's moon, arrives the cloud of desperate gloom.

Looming over far and wide, it devastates the plentiful countryside.

Consuming all within its path, none can escape its unstoppable wrath.

Swallowing the helpless birds and trees, it brings all the living to their knees.

But after the moon slowly dies, the cloud goes with it, nevermore it flies.

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The Bow

by =PlethoraFantastique, Feb 13, 2013, 6:10:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The 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.

The Bowby =PlethoraFantastique

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*GirlWhoWasBetrayed Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Impressive...

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=PlethoraFantastique Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. ^_^

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*GirlWhoWasBetrayed Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

welcome!

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~Melistic Feb 13, 2013 Student Writer

For some reason this reminds me of the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera o.o Love it like usual lolz

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=PlethoraFantastique Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

^.^ Thank you so very much.

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~Melistic Feb 13, 2013 Student Writer

Of course!

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~TheParaddict Feb 13, 2013 Writer

Very impressive . . . love poems and description . . .

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Thank you. ^_^

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