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.

Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?

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

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

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

S E C R E T Ss omething
e veryone
c onceals
r eadily
e ven
t hough
s ecrets

c
a
n

k
i
l
l

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

''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

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

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?

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

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

She Can't Help But Feel Itshe can't help but feel it, that sensation of despair

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"

For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.

The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.

These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
“imaginary”
as long as you know their universes.

Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.

You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words

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by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 24, 2012, 8:36:59 AM
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A 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?

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I feel like after submitting so much depressing vent stuff that I should post something more...I dunno. Bright? Uplifting?

This is something I want to try for myself. To stop letting shit get to me, and to fight back.

I need to stop being glass. I need to be a diamond now. Even though there are substances harder than diamond, but those aren't seen as something to be worn with pride--like I want to wear my true self instead of putting on a mask like I keep doing.

So...yeah.

Should I stick to my angsty poetic free verse? This really sucks, doesn't it. It's not even a poem, but I don't know what category to put it in.

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~Arielleblackrose Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I like the questioning of the human soul you have put into this writing and I agree with this

*PrussianPersephone Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much!

~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Diamond...a substance that is just as clear and refractive as glass, but more durable and beautiful.
I think you should do whatever your inner writer tells you to do. After all, these are your thoughts.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's also really ass-butt expensive.

But thank you, I pretty much do just that.

~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome anytime~

~hoplessromantic18 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

love it!! the deep sense of it ^^

*PrussianPersephone Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much!

~hoplessromantic18 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

pleasure ^^

~CardinalDesertFox Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love the metaphor of diamonds and glass, and I like that you're coming from a more hopeful place this time.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, I figured it would be a nice change.

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