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Slow Four MinutesAs the hours tickled down like the midnight dew
and the light is solely artificial,
I caught myself thinking of you
and my thoughts were nowhere superficial.
Little sleep and many dreams
that lack of good and hope,
with your tender touch and candid
smile their bubbles quickly pop.
such are now of a rare occurrence,
though still sometimes I can not sleep,
but this time with concurrence.
A single long hug and the initial rush,
are just enough to dust-off and brush.
now uncertainty has settled in,
as time fades away so is my grin.
Amber StrangerYou'll apologise,
but this time I'll say no more.
You'll look at me hold out your hand,
to help me off the floor.
My heart you'll mend,
with a smile you'll send.
I know that this is what you meant,
you know I can't resist your scent.
I'll tuck myself around your arm,
and convince myself that you mean no harm.
I sadly know it's soon to come,
the next time you will make me numb.
Cold and PowerlessWarm and restless wind blowing on the back of my head
Preventing me from turning back, from witnessing the horror
Of a bloodsheding treason maimed by sharpest of tongues.
Wrapped by a curtain of lies, casting a shadow, blocking the skies,
Dark were those times.
It's devils aren't gone, so simply forgotten, whatever they touched
Turned sour and rotten.
Now or forever I must stand guard
For they will return and bring back the hard.
A devil in form or in mere disguise
Fool I will not as he looks in despise.
My castle and turret shall
Stand to what ever he has
Of that I'm sure, nothing will pass.
RepellentFeeling like an only cloud which stands out of the blue.
I'm being watched facing down by those who laughed at you.
Little knowledge who they are we both have in twain.
But just like me I am sure sometime you must have felt the pain.
Up or down high or low our spirits come and go.
Once alive another dead I'm here but yet I'm not.
Barely seen never heard, no thought to speak no spark to seek.
No way of life just a breathing corpse with little pulse and no heart at all.
No one to see not a thing to hold no one to lean on forever cold.
The same old cloud raining down on me what is left rejoins the sea.
Drowning the sorrow can not be done, for years it's basking in my tears. feeding on my nightmares thoughts and fears. (just growing larger everyday when you are nowhere near.)
I don't love you anymore never liked your ships and shore.
I don't care not to have there as long as I'm dead that I can bear.
Forever more alone I shall stay for I can't relive that day.
The one you told that your ha
A 2nd ChanceRemorse and regret can't make you to forget
All the things you've missed and the ones you've left
A golden glance or a blink of an eye
Makes you wonder 'how should I?'
Taking a stroll under the bare night sky
Watching the moon just passing you by
I won't forget those deep green eyes
I feel them with every breath when my heart cries
Laying on your back on a bench near by
Excluding yourself from the social high
Fire and sand both were there
One on your feet the other in your hair
Falling asleep to the sound of a giggle
A giggle so beautiful makes smiling inevitable
When climbing up a mountain side
There is little place for you to hide
Getting to know your other-self
Thinking about a 2nd chance
All is not lost for now it is
The one you were waiting for the one to seize
Some might never get a 2nd chance
A life-time long waiting for romance
How lucky am I for getting mine
After three years of an emotional deprive
Now you're here waiting for me
Alone and abroad with no one to see
C.A.CRock, Bishop, Knight, Pawn.
Will you please tell me where I belong?
The King and Queen look down on me,
While the rest, ignore me be.
Trapped in One, held back on Two.
Can't find my square, can you?
B1, F5 and G8, mean nothing
When you can't "see" straight.
Walking around from side to side, doing no harm,
No one seems to mind.
I sat tight and listened, roaming, waited.
Learned as I went through the steps in-between.
Consideration, Attention and Concept came to mind.
Waiting my turn for time to demise.
Now it's all, all but good.
The strangest war where nothing is obscure.
The rock the bishop all pray to me.
whilst the King and Queen, they nothing mean.
EchoLonely nights awful thoughts.
Lost, with out it, I have no cause.
Can't rest, can't fall-asleep.
Can't seem to remember
The bitter nor the sweet.
'Turned-off', paused in time.
Don't know if I'll be able of such "crime".
Is yearning for that moment when
You touch upon my hardship vein
And the softest of touches unknown of kind
The sort which penetrates your mind.
Time seem to halt on the echo of my fault.
Jumped ahead, had no clue.
No clue to might what happen when
I broke the tune.
A tune in our delicate love song,
Where every note matters to complete
The symphony of our beating hearts.
I hate how it happened and such,
I'll never forgive you for not saying
I pushed too much.
Now, stepping aside isn't the answer.
Letting go is not facing "danger".
A gun, a rifle, a rope or a pistol.
All hold the answer to what I want,
What I want is something you hold.
I can't stop my heart from beating on its own
For you hold it tightly, feeling alone.
A pain in the chest each look we sha
ConfidentialI miss you dearly.
I miss you so much.
I miss the little things, like asking for lunch.
I miss your laugh and your wisdom.
I miss your smile and your rhythm.
I miss the way you understand who I am.
I miss it how you have no shame.
I miss your thoughts and your kindness being.
That oversized sweater and that Russia thing.
I miss your care and the scent of your hair.
But I really miss having you there.
Hear my cry hear my roar
For you are my tears's core
Feel my need ask what's wrong
Is my agony for ever long?
See my tear drop
Feel for my shattered hope
Eternity, Infinity and
Don't really exist
In this modern world chapter
Wear and tear and lost of meaning
A broken identity and an unwelcome feeling
All in which I get the lots
Until which time that I get lost
ScaredI’m scared to go to sleep at night,
Afraid to close my eyes,
Instead I stay awake and watch,
The honey gold sun rise.
I’ve banished all the nightmares,
I don’t fear them anymore,
Happy memories await me,
In the dreamy land of Lore,
I don’t want to see these happy times,
So that I cry myself awake,
It’s strange how happy can mean sad,
And being fine can make you break.
Writing Is MagicWings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.
Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.
Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.
Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.
Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.
Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.
Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.
They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.
Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.
Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.
Untitled With a Sense of PurposeUntitled With a Sense of Purpose
I find myself drinking coffee that tastes of Monday mornings,
Yet I have not risen early in what seems like
The extra sugar could lead to health complications-
Like most of life's pleasures.
Regardless, I take my coffee the same.
You were worse than any overdose
two, three, ten times as bad but
you took far longer than coffee to leave my system-
I would probably take you the same again.
City of LiesOne more day in this city of lies,
Take off your mask—it's your only disguise.
A short time left, oh what a surprise—
Look how time flies—
One more day before it all dies.
A Guide To Understanding ArtistsI did not create this, i found it and because I loved it so much I asked the lovely artist who wrote it if I could repost it. :3
This was actually written by :iconMimibert:
Please read carefully:
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at selec
Shadow and me 2:back and badder than ever:ch.2I woke up and saw that shadow wasn't there.there was a note that said
G.u.n needed me be back soon if you have promble call me.
I decided to go to the park when I was there I meet someone strange ."hello I'm Michelle."I turn around and saw a purple hedgehog."I'm shadow friend.you must be his girlfriend.Violet…right?" "Yes."how do you know me?"I asked.but what I didn't know was that,that was mephials in disgust and scourge was in a tree hiding."Shadow told me alot about you he said that your bueatiful girl and very talented."he said."he did?" "Yes and I think thats all true."he said."well…thanks."I said blushing."we both sat on a bench."so what do you like to do violet?." "Well I like video games,singing,dance and swimming."I told him."so you like music?"he ask me."love it." I said.just then his phone rang.that was the signal that he had to leave."hey violet I got to go.want to hang out on Wednesday?"he ask me."sure." I said.they he left.
"So did the plan work
teen-angst bullshitthere’s a teenager at the microphone.
and god, the crowd knows it.
sitting back, they’ve already judged.
it’ll be teen-angst bullshit, they say.
some overemotional, hormonal kid whining about what she doesn’t have.
then they tell the kid she has everything.
how dare she complain?
how dare she stand at the mic and challenge?
how dare she preach her teen-angst bullshit as if it were a gift?
how dare she be anything other than a rose under a glass case?
and even though her petals are falling,
even though she sees through the garden to the street and the rain and the dirt
the broken fences and broken glass
broken people broken places broken souls
even though her words are duct tape she’s fixing the fences
fixing the glass
she knows she can’t fix the people
but she tries
words pouring from her mouth, into the microphone into the ears of the crowd
frequencies combining, overlapping
rising falling volume cascading more than the breath from a scream
The Kingdom of Luck and ChanceLuck is a kingdom strange and capricious,
Ruled by the whim of the most superstitious.
The law is abstruse and vague at best;
Every rule made could be anyone's guess.
The king and queen of the indecisive kind
Had never even once made up their minds.
Civil war solved by a roll of the die,
A flip of the coin judges criminals' lives.
The nobles, unsure about what to do,
Voted and argued based on their mood.
Rain or sun determined no or yes,
Logic and reason fell to whim and guess.
Peasants who feel that luck is their labor -
Wanting the wind and weather in their favor
And wanting good food and the finest clothes -
Never work, but wait for luck to bring them those.
Luck is a kingdom strange and erratic,
Failures prominent and successes sporadic.
To those who consider Luck a trustworthy friend,
Beware - for Luck may fail you in the end.
Fourteen It's BeenFourteen it's been
It's time to grin
No pink was seen
All so soon ends
For it is you
Whom my will bends
Not this time
No more lust
Because this time
Might be our last
Just a hug nothing more
No loss of innocence
Like on that shore
A mere coincidence
Those cannot be
Yet still it is
Fourteen months it's been
Since that last chance
Which I missed
Won't get again
In a few more days
I've been in chains
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