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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.

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?

The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of Nature

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

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.

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

Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of ice

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

It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read 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

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 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 blueprints

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

Her Reality she closes her eyes

just for a single moment

she is a goddess

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.

never
ever
ever
stop

Dreaming.

Lachrymosejust because there are people all around me

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

Demons InsideWe all have demons inside us. Whispering innuendos, speaking in hushed tones, begging us to give in. Omnipresent; ethereal in as fallacious a perversion the word could bring; yearning for us to fall into a cavalcade of temptation. Claws so cold they sear the mind and heart as soon as they pierce the wall of carefully built-up fortitude, melting every tenacious brick into a sopping mortar of repulsiveness.
lust
envy
pride
sloth
wrath
greed
gluttony
but I think the demon I fall most prey to
is myself.

The words I finally figured out how to say.I know I always say that I don't have the right words, because I really don't...

But I'm going to try and put them down right now.

Growing up in the age of the Internet, we were always told to be wary and watch out. Since, you know, everyone is a perverted old man waiting to come and kidnap you.

But frankly...you guys are the best friends I have ever had. Through the emails, videos, phone calls, FaceTimes, etc...

You guys are the only reason I haven't completely given up yet.

I just want you all to know that sometimes I wish I could just rip off the screen and jump into it, so there wasn't hundreds of miles between us like there is now.

FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.

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 dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."

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

Flights of FancyI believe in
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

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Briar Rose

by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 15, 2012, 7:49:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

her soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?

Briar Roseby *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

Another haiku-thing. And this one is kind of nature-y.

I don't really know where this one came from. I guess...I'm trying to say people guard what's truly in their souls, but sometimes we just need to find the garden shears and hack off all those thorns.

Sleeping Beauty title reference ftw.