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I wishI wish I was the type of person who could create a masterpiece in a matter of moments; rather than slave over something for hours and still not have it quite right.I wish6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish I had the ability to make words my soldiers; have them form whatever battalion I commanded them to, and call me "Lieutenant."
I wish I could be proud of the armies I train; instead of continuously hating the strategies they impose with which words and phrases they struggle so hard to be.
I wish I could feel the thrill of having twenty-four hours of fame; and actually deserving such an honor.
But most of all?
I wish I didn't have all these ambitions and longings; becaus
Uninstallgazing in front of the screen, her eyes scroll across codes and blueprintsUninstall6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the archetypes of her life
each word scrolls along the monitor in vibrant, neon flashes
"family"
"friends"
"school"
"career"
"emotions"
so many words, so many codes, so many commands, so many ways to ruin or improve her life
just a single keystroke, and everything can change
at last, her eyes settle on the one file she had been looking for; the one that mattered the most
"me"
a smile transcribes across her face as the cursor scrolls onto t
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.Dream6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
never
ever
ever
stop
Dreaming.
Lachrymosejust because there are people all around meLachrymose6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't mean I don't know what loneliness feels like
doesn't mean I go through every day faking a smile
when all I want to do is lock myself away and cry
because it feels like no one will want to understand or listen to
my fears
just because I have all the necessities of life
"friends"
"family"
"house"
"food"
"education"
doesn't mean there isn't
a moment
a second
a heartbeat
where all I want to do
is die
An Obituary To My ChildhoodDearly beloved; we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a very special and dear friend to all of us...our Childhood.An Obituary To My Childhood6 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allow
Diamonds And GlassA human soul is like a glass vase. So fragile, so easy to break. Just one touch, and it can shatter into a thousand shards. So many pieces that not even a lifetime would be enough turns of the clock to meld it all back together.Diamonds And Glass6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So instead of being glass...
Why don't we turn our souls into diamonds instead?
After all, diamonds are one of the strongest materials to be found in nature that can be shaped into something beautiful.
Who wants to be seen as glass that can be pulverized with the slightest of pressure, when instead you can be viewed as one of the most durable and gorgeous souls in the world?
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,Her Aesthetic Crusade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
Her Reality she closes her eyesHer Reality6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
just for a single moment
she is a goddess
Briar Roseher soul is a roseBriar Rose6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scarlet and full of sharp thorns
can she trim the barbs?
Written AnatomySkin like dehydrated parchmentWritten Anatomy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood like deluged ink
Sink a blade into the seamed veins
And let the words of life all flow free
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.It's an unrequited love, isn't it?6 months ago in Letters More Like This
I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.
But I just want you to know that I love you.
You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.
I really don't care.
What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.
I just wish you could love me back.
I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.
I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over
Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the impossible
the childish
the unseen
the absurd
the silly
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
fairies
dragons
unicorns
spirits
elves
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyesNo More Tears6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
Of emptiness
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
without you?
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
She Can't Help But Feel Itshe can't help but feel it, that sensation of despairShe Can't Help But Feel It6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
always creeping beneath the barriers of false cheer
she can't help but feel it, that loathing all for herself
always concealed behind a smile which she's painted on with stealth
she can't help but feel it, that yearning to hate the sound of laughter
always threatening her carefully-crafted walls to completely and utterly shatter
she can't help but feel it, that terror as she gazes upon her reflecton; which is usually the key
always making her say the words over and over again in her mind
"that isn't me"
Mute TranslucenceShe is trapped in a glass boxMute Translucence6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One which follows her every move
It is always caging her in
With invisible walls so everyone can see her inside
Yet barriers so thick no one can hear her pleas
A cry of desperation rises up from her crystalline prison
A lamenting wail so loud it threatens to shatter the mirrored bulwark
"Why won't anyone listen to me?
She listens for a response
As the crowds continue to rush past her enclosure
All brushing against the invisible walls
All seeming to forget she's there
There is no acknowledgement to her despondent appeal
but s i l e n c e
EeveelutionSo ordinary at first glance--just the type to be completely normal.Eeveelution6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you can become whatever you wish to be as easy as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
You can be a siren of the sea, as noble yet deadly as the ocean waves itself.
You can be a burning ball of fiery passion, to which nothing can put out your flames.
You can be a thunderstorm on the horizon, quick as lightning and just as shocking.
You can be the sun, elegant and graceful in your clairvoyant ways.
You can be the moon, mysterious as you hide away in your shadowy nature.
You can be as calm as the forest, serene and sharp as a blade of grass.
You can be as frigid
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy
A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,A Scholarly Masquerade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.
That my fingers construct such eloquence,
as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.
Yet the truth of the matter is that,
my heart has not been pulverized into dust.
I am about as succint and poignant,
as a rusted bucket.
Sta.sh
