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Daring young minds of today, tomorrow, and yesterday create Every form of art, wanted and unwanted Viewed in this green field of the Internet, that unholy deity, in which Abound wonders, and terrors Nightmares most foul, and daydreams so sweet That you think you have taken flight, flying Away, away, to a strange new Realm, enchanting and thrilling, that floats apart, and yet Tied to our, not as strange, but no less thrilling world Fin.
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Waiting
Waiting I'm counting down the seconds I'm counting down the minutes I'm counting down the hours I'm counting down the days I'm counting down the weeks I'm counting down the months I'm counting down the years Until I have no more But that's not all I'm counting down the moments Of ordinary days I'm counting down the hellos As well as the goodbyes I'm counting down the smiles Along with the frowns I'm counting down the good times With all the bad in between And I'm not the only one We're all waiting Eyes on clocks For our time on Earth to end And yet I have to wonder Why do we yearn for oblivion Why don't we read our books Instead of skim
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Monsters
Monsters Who cries for the monsters? The kind who love to be cruel Who cries for the hated? The ones who shoot up schools Who cries for the wicked? The ones who make it all worse Who cries for the damned? The ones who kill without remorse Because everyone cries for the heroes, and the innocent, and the good guys. The ones who fought the good fight But no one cries for the villains, the corrupt, the bad guys. The ones who fought the bad fight So when the heroes have won And the cheering is done Who will cry for the monsters? Who have gotten their due. And if I cry for a monster... Does that make me a monster too? Fin.
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Haikus
Haiku #1 The lady of luck Roamed the moors in search of Her runaway lad Haiku #2 Midnight strands upon Shady, cotton fog they rest Black curls, on grey clouds Haiku #3 Run You are oh so sweet But every time our hands meet I just want to run Haiku #4 I writhe and I burn In my own harsh cruel fury Towards she who is blind
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Pain
Pain You cannot measure pain Pain is Pain And in that we are all the same Whether we are brave Or not And our dignity, we can or can't save We all feel pain No person's pain is worse than anothers No burden easier to bare In this we are sisters and brothers Our tears are all just as salty Whether shed over spilled milk Or just spilled blood you see We all feel pain And there are no degrees To make one persons worse or better It's just pain But we still insist On making others feel 'our pain' Instead of making sure it doesn't exist After all, Pain is Pain And in that we are all the same. Fin.
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The Guantlet
The Gauntlet She ran The Gauntlet yesterday Her wounds they cut her deep And after, she had stolen away She took her life in grief She did wrong and she knew Couldn't hide the truth They knew what she did, and I knew what was coming To the trembling thieving youth Two straight lines, longer than time Couldn't flee this fate Two straight lines, straighter than wire It's time to run the race She took the first step, slowly The beginning of the end And the first attacks, quickly Found their marks What little armor she had left Was not enough to keep them away The barbs sticking in her skin And clinging to her heart She stumbled But she coul
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Inky Suns
Inky Suns Why do we make our inky suns smile? At the youngest age we draw those Shiny grins and sunglasses but this is a lie The sun does not smile, Nor does he frown He merely stares Stares at we specks below And he wears no shades to dim his gaze Just the same is his sister the, moon Though her gaze is softer for some The only thing to dull their vision Are the misty men and women Who, lifting their gray gowns Tread a slow and stately procession across the sky But alas they must also obscure the sight of the stars Peering through their long silver telescopes To look upon us, and others Who catch their eyes Such is the nature of the Sky
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There are no Bad Guys
A father beats his son. When he grew up he beat his girlfriend. His girlfriend began to drink and her sister watched her disappear. Her sister neglected her children. Her son became a tyrant, and her daughter emotionally isolated her husband. The tyrant was murdered by rebels in front of his children. His daughter became a suicide bomber. The mother of one of her victims committed suicide. Leaving her other child to grow up in foster care, alone and grief stricken. He grew up to become a father. And he beat his son. There are no bad guys or evil people. There are only victims, victims that create more victims. Fin.
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Someone to Save
I stood before, the newest grave Looking for someone, new to save And I turned around, and saw her then She was alone, looking for a friend So I called to her, held out my hand Said I’d lead her to the Promised Land But she merely smiled, and shook her head You can’t help someone who’s already dead And as I turned to leave, I saw our reflections fair Funny, I forgot, I was the only one there. Fin.
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Beautiful Death
In a senseless dream I find myself, Wandering through a forest of ash In hopes of finding….. Something Something pure and dark I find it in a meadow drear Where, in the center pulses a dark light For there is a blossom of intoxicating beauty Fascinated by the crimson flower With a core of shadow I long to caress its poisoned velvet, Kiss its yielding petals, But must always halt shy of a true touch She stands shaking and composed In the light of the dark moon Her tears overflow from empty, hateful eyes Which draw me ever near As I approach she lashes out, With caressing claws, then flees into the night I leap into pursuit of the maiden,
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Deviantart Poem
Daring young minds of today, tomorrow, and yesterday create Every form of art, wanted and unwanted Viewed in this green field of the Internet, that unholy deity, in which Abound wonders, and terrors Nightmares most foul, and daydreams so sweet That you think you have taken flight, flying Away, away, to a strange new Realm, enchanting and thrilling, that floats apart, and yet Tied to our, not as strange, but no less thrilling world Fin.
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Waiting
Waiting I'm counting down the seconds I'm counting down the minutes I'm counting down the hours I'm counting down the days I'm counting down the weeks I'm counting down the months I'm counting down the years Until I have no more But that's not all I'm counting down the moments Of ordinary days I'm counting down the hellos As well as the goodbyes I'm counting down the smiles Along with the frowns I'm counting down the good times With all the bad in between And I'm not the only one We're all waiting Eyes on clocks For our time on Earth to end And yet I have to wonder Why do we yearn for oblivion Why don't we read our books Instead of skim
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Monsters
Monsters Who cries for the monsters? The kind who love to be cruel Who cries for the hated? The ones who shoot up schools Who cries for the wicked? The ones who make it all worse Who cries for the damned? The ones who kill without remorse Because everyone cries for the heroes, and the innocent, and the good guys. The ones who fought the good fight But no one cries for the villains, the corrupt, the bad guys. The ones who fought the bad fight So when the heroes have won And the cheering is done Who will cry for the monsters? Who have gotten their due. And if I cry for a monster... Does that make me a monster too? Fin.
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Haikus
Haiku #1 The lady of luck Roamed the moors in search of Her runaway lad Haiku #2 Midnight strands upon Shady, cotton fog they rest Black curls, on grey clouds Haiku #3 Run You are oh so sweet But every time our hands meet I just want to run Haiku #4 I writhe and I burn In my own harsh cruel fury Towards she who is blind
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Pain
Pain You cannot measure pain Pain is Pain And in that we are all the same Whether we are brave Or not And our dignity, we can or can't save We all feel pain No person's pain is worse than anothers No burden easier to bare In this we are sisters and brothers Our tears are all just as salty Whether shed over spilled milk Or just spilled blood you see We all feel pain And there are no degrees To make one persons worse or better It's just pain But we still insist On making others feel 'our pain' Instead of making sure it doesn't exist After all, Pain is Pain And in that we are all the same. Fin.
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The Guantlet
The Gauntlet She ran The Gauntlet yesterday Her wounds they cut her deep And after, she had stolen away She took her life in grief She did wrong and she knew Couldn't hide the truth They knew what she did, and I knew what was coming To the trembling thieving youth Two straight lines, longer than time Couldn't flee this fate Two straight lines, straighter than wire It's time to run the race She took the first step, slowly The beginning of the end And the first attacks, quickly Found their marks What little armor she had left Was not enough to keep them away The barbs sticking in her skin And clinging to her heart She stumbled But she coul
I
Inky Suns
Inky Suns Why do we make our inky suns smile? At the youngest age we draw those Shiny grins and sunglasses but this is a lie The sun does not smile, Nor does he frown He merely stares Stares at we specks below And he wears no shades to dim his gaze Just the same is his sister the, moon Though her gaze is softer for some The only thing to dull their vision Are the misty men and women Who, lifting their gray gowns Tread a slow and stately procession across the sky But alas they must also obscure the sight of the stars Peering through their long silver telescopes To look upon us, and others Who catch their eyes Such is the nature of the Sky
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There are no Bad Guys
A father beats his son. When he grew up he beat his girlfriend. His girlfriend began to drink and her sister watched her disappear. Her sister neglected her children. Her son became a tyrant, and her daughter emotionally isolated her husband. The tyrant was murdered by rebels in front of his children. His daughter became a suicide bomber. The mother of one of her victims committed suicide. Leaving her other child to grow up in foster care, alone and grief stricken. He grew up to become a father. And he beat his son. There are no bad guys or evil people. There are only victims, victims that create more victims. Fin.
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Someone to Save
I stood before, the newest grave Looking for someone, new to save And I turned around, and saw her then She was alone, looking for a friend So I called to her, held out my hand Said I’d lead her to the Promised Land But she merely smiled, and shook her head You can’t help someone who’s already dead And as I turned to leave, I saw our reflections fair Funny, I forgot, I was the only one there. Fin.
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Beautiful Death
In a senseless dream I find myself, Wandering through a forest of ash In hopes of finding….. Something Something pure and dark I find it in a meadow drear Where, in the center pulses a dark light For there is a blossom of intoxicating beauty Fascinated by the crimson flower With a core of shadow I long to caress its poisoned velvet, Kiss its yielding petals, But must always halt shy of a true touch She stands shaking and composed In the light of the dark moon Her tears overflow from empty, hateful eyes Which draw me ever near As I approach she lashes out, With caressing claws, then flees into the night I leap into pursuit of the maiden,

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I very rarely write Journal entries, I just don't know what to say, but I saw this on another deviants journal and I wanted to do it so: Tag a quality deviant, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! http://1hazelgracling.dev
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Bullies
The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family That girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home You think you know them. Guess what you don't! Re-post this if you are against bullying, but I bet 99% of you won't. Repost this if you're that 1% with a heart.

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Thank you for the fave! :aww:
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Many thanks for the fave :)
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Daisy thanks for fav 
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Thanks for the :+fav: on Prize: KaitlyNicole by RebeccaM-Art :D
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Thanks for the fave!
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Thanks for the fav, enjoy the Blue !
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Thank you for the favs! :aww:
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