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Charlotte of Arcy - profileCharlotte of Arcy - profile8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Charlotte d'Arcy
Alias: The White Lady; Dauphine of Arcy (noble title); My moonflower (by Astaroth)
Born in: 1703 - 309 years old (appears about 21).
Species: vampire born Krusnik.
Powers: the same of an average vampire but not as strong, until she has an hysteria breakdown.
Favourite Flower: white roses and lilies
Favourite style of clothing: Medieval and Edwardian. Some late victorian fashion also pleases her. And though she usually rides sidesaddle, from time to time she wears a sort of XVIII century styled uniform with trousers instead of a dress, since it's more pratical for her sword training on horse.
Particular skills/hobbie
DreamscapeI dreamed of vivid colours once,Dreamscape1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of bloody red and inky blue,
while life was ruled by lonely gray,
washed-out black and too-bright white
that left its canvas' edges frayed.
A brush that painted only dreams unreached
and expectations unfullfilled,
left a drowning world and city ruins,
and endless roads untravelled.
Colour had long bled out and faded,
living on in distant memories
of a shining sun that dawns in red
and chases away the black of the night,
and a bright, wide sky drenched in blue
fighting the desert of white.
Young birthdayI remember when you were just a little oneYoung birthday1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Now you have grown and are starting to take on the world head on
Each year we all get a little bit older
And a little bit wiser
As a young teen girl try to remember the basics
Boys will come and go
And you are going to get pick on
Life is going to be hard
But life can also be fun
Have a wonderful birthday and I hope to see you again next year until then
Happy birthday
My ButterflyMy heart doth flutter by,My Butterfly7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enchanted, I watch it yet,
Subtle, fragile butterfly,
With wings stronger than a sunset
My butterfly
Plea of penShe wants to see me writePlea of pen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh penmanship gods hear my plight
May my words be worthy of her sight
And my imagery please her right
I've been at this thing all night
Oh penmanship gods you act in spite
My poetry seems to read too light
How is her heart supposed to take flight?
When my poems are penned off much too slight
From the aim I thought not too contrite
Oh but my use of words is much too tight
My love is a concept too big to bite
Now this sleep my eye's can't fight
Yes, I think I'll fly a kite...
Golden PleaPlease stand tall, with you I've no reason to ever frown.Golden Plea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While others may fall, we will never have to drown.
Love, hear this call, for me you will always wear a crown.
In dark or light pall, I'll be with you to heaven or far down town.
Because after all, the golden ratio doesn't say if it goes up or down.
Conversation with Lovedo you remember the day we were face to faceConversation with Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I asked you what you see
"cruelty, deceit, destruction, and sorrow" you told me
all the things that I have done
oh how I wronged them all
oh how the innocent have suffered at my hand
there was nobody to uphold their cause
so I trampled them all under my foot
I devoured their hopes and their dreams
yet their hopes and dreams did not disappear like I thought
the protector of the innocent finally emerged
you saved them all
you smiled at me, and you whispered
"Why have you done this to the innocent?
God cannot let this go on
immersed in your world of lies
you have been blinded for far
Words are meanignless alone "You're so beautiful." He whispered in my ear. I smiled, and lowered my head to hide my blushing face. Those simple words.Words are meanignless alone2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I wouldn't ask for anything better than them. He muttered love words in my ear, so isignifigent, so silly. Although somehow
it seamed those words were all I could hold onto. Some kind of sick reality that made me realize that he really was with me
right now. I felt like I would open my eyes and he would disappear. Just like that. I was afraid.
I looked up to his worried face. "Is something wrong?" He asked me, staring at me with his chocolate brown eyes.
My heart dropped one more time before I answered, "I love
One Last RideWhat I wouldn't give for one last rideOne Last Ride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to feel you again
To hear you again
To hear your hooves thunder
Feel the wind on my skin
As we raced down the track
One last time
What I wouldn't do for one last ride
Just to see you again
To stand in awe at your beauty
To be mesmerized by your fluid movements
As you raced down the track
One last time
What I wouldn't tell for one last ride
Just to have you whisper to me
To listen to your story once more
To hear our hearts beat as one
As we raced down the track
One. . . last. . . time
What I wouldn't give. . .
What I wouldn't do. . .
What I wouldn't tell. . .
For one. . .
La
I believe in loving oneselfI believe in "loving oneself". Throughout my adolescent years, I have always struggled with my self-image.I believe in loving oneself4 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It was a common age for girls and boys to be curious with the changes that were taking place with their bodies as well as the opposite sex. Boys took notice in themselves as they started to take form of their masculinity. They made comparisons of the muscles and height they gained to one another. They found the opposite sex intriguing and began their pursuit. Girls also took notice. They began to develop breasts, bodily curves, and experience menstruation where it would be possible to have a child. They found the opposite sex appealing
Dead InsideMy smile is a lieDead Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes show the truth
But can they see it
Do they even try?
Do they care?
About the death inside
And how I die inside
Alien Race TemplateSpecies InformationAlien Race Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Graypaw's Secret- Chapter 10Chapter 10Graypaw's Secret- Chapter 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Graypaw: HURRHRHEHEEPRADERP
Firepaw: GRAYPAW TELL ME THE SECRET OR I'LL TEAR OFF YOU TAIL!
Graypaw: WHAT DID YOU SAYY? I CAN;T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC!
Firepaw: I SAID, TELL ME THE SECRET!
Graypaw: OH, YOU WANNA GO TO VICTORIA'S SECRET? MMKAY!
Firepaw: NO NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET, I SAID I-
Graypaw: Fire! We're in a store!
Firepaw: Huh? How'd we... when did we....
Graypaw: OH. MY. GOSH.
Firepaw: Yus?
Graypaw: IT'S MOUSE SCENTED LOTION!
Firepaw: :D **nom nom noms on the lotion**
Graypaw: SHARE! **nomm nom noms on the lotion**
Firepaw: Ok now tell me the secret.
Graypaw: The secret? Oh, that one! Ok, so I s
I'm so sorry.I'm so sorry.8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young caramel tom padded down the mine, his ears pricked and his eyes narrow. Currently it was almost near pitch black in this particular tunnel, deep enough to not be touched with the warm glow of sunlight. He kept his body crouched and nearly pressed against the wall, using all that he had learnt to become another shadow in the darkness. A still as stone, the nearly full grown adolescent kept his breathing quiet and light, hoping to give no indication to his wear about. His task was to find the Silver-Shadow, to use all he knew to remain hidden, sneak up on him and try to attack. It was by no means an easy task.
Damian had thought abou
FrightmareThere's no monster,Frightmare2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the bed.
Just the shadows,
Playing with my head.
There's no zombie,
Behind the door.
Just my hallway,
Nothing more.
There's no danger,
That lurks outside.
There's no need,
For me to run and hide.
Protecting me from all harm,
My kitten scampers away on a whim.
There's no way,
Monsters could get past him.
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly too
while looking for a flower potthe skull’s been dug outwhile looking for a flower pot1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
completely.
i found an engram of you,
a fragment of a figurine
frozen beneath the Creeping Charlie.
from the chest of clay, the half face
doesn't speak to me anymore.
the brow's subtle intelligence
has been stricken from the plastic.
the rabbit eyes' dull fixation
is mired forever in the last surprise.
and even if it were to animate,
it wouldn't remember
where you buried mine.
If we could...To dance too close to the fire,If we could...3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is just a sweet desire.
To soar into beloved skies,
is to simply look into her eyes.
Oh how your eyes do burn,
just but a glance I work to earn,
to keep the glance, I want to learn,
for every second, my heart does yearn.
A flare of hope, where's none before,
her gaze, her care, she marked my core,
our hands entwined, our spirits soar,
as we open up the door.
Electric ButterfliesWhen I look into your eyes,Electric Butterflies11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get electric butterflies.
They flutter,
dance and sputter.
Racing over...
the ringlets of my spine.
When you say that you are mine,
they happen every time,
and fly my stomach...
to my chest.
Wings of lightning do attest,
To us, our love, it is the best.
Our bonds held heaven high,
by these electric butterflies.
Candy-rose lipsSing o lovely trees, a sweet ariaCandy-rose lips1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
'bout mountains like these, 'bout Romania.
Where landscapes a dance, a step akin valley lows
homeward we glance, birthplace to a rose.
Valentine's Day, seeking this rose's heart
determined CJ, practices his art.
So please pucker up those heartshaped lips,
because I'm a sucker for your candy-rose kiss.
<3
artful slumberNo flower nor tree can compare to thee, my love, so true and divine be your beautyartful slumber2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No mountain nor cloud has features so proud, my darling, suitors to you, flock in by the crowd
The sea and sky together do cry, my sweet, jealously have they identified
That you are their better, enchanting trend setter, poems for you, I do write by the letter
Sta.sh
