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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 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
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.
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
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
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?
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
Her Reality                          she closes her eyes
                         
                         just for a single moment

                         she is a goddess
Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,
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?"
Written AnatomySkin like dehydrated parchment
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.

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 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
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyes
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,
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?
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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.

Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.

Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.

But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.

So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
Perennial BloomsI want orchid fingers,
gossamer & shy.
But my reflection,
she charms vipers
with bloody thorns.

Too many corroded anemones
have taken root in my soul.

My rose-tipped lips
will shatter the mirror,
& her poisonous seeds will
incinerate inside my now
phosphorescent heart.
Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.

But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.

Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.

So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?

Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?

Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced t
skinwalkershe was a vicious prion,
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the
perfectly unsuspecting host.

i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.

"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
despondent cancer.

(it was just too damn easy
                    to grasp your viral hands.)

i know my ribcage is almost on empty
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.

your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.
AquariusShe is the winter's heart
and a January zephyr—
amethyst ankles frozen in time.

(eleven stars circulate her glacial ribs)

Forever shin-deep in the seas of
a conformed humanity,
she shall always sanctify the stains.

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Demons Inside

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We 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.

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I'm just basically venting via rearranging words to make it seem like I know what I'm doing.

I'm a demon. A demon who carries all Seven Deadly Sins inside her and more.

Regret. Fear. Self-hatred. Doubt.

Sometimes I just wish I fell into a single category instead of being this myriad of discord.
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~My5tic-Lali Nov 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I can't stop faving your work! This is very true, and appeals to me in my current situation quite a bit.
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~xXKrazy-SamuraiXx Nov 16, 2012  Student Artist
Does this relate to the show "Fullmetal Alchemist"?
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~123ServantOfTheDoll Nov 14, 2012
I think all humans carry these, we all have demons inside us
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!Jolkona123 Nov 13, 2012
Listen to the song demons by imagine dragons, it's a really good song and sorta relates to this subject
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
...well I'll be, it does.
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!Jolkona123 Nov 14, 2012
Yep, and its a really good song
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=WhatAFunnyRainbow Nov 12, 2012
Yay, writings that describe me! :'D
A self-hating, yet somehow narcissistic, wierdo~
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
They describe me too.
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=WhatAFunnyRainbow Nov 14, 2012
My mom doesn't believe it's possible to be self-hating and still narcissistic, but I'm a living proof of it xDD
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~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Without them, no-one is human. They are who we are, and we either accept them or push them away and put up a mask to the world. But we can fall in the pit and sometimes, we are stuck there and left to ponder who we really are.
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