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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
Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?
Her Reality                          she closes her eyes
                         
                         just for a single moment

                         she is a goddess
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
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
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.
BeautifulIf I told you I loved you,
Would you believe it?
If I told you you're beautiful,
Could you see it?

You're letting your insecurities get in the way
Of a compliment that could make your day.
You bring yourself down and you won't believe
The things you deny are the things I see
On rainy days you're a little down from the rain
I wanna be the one who washes away your pain
Here's a reminder when you forget,
Here's a reminder when you're upset:

You're beautiful in every little thing you do,
You beat yourself up, but I know what's true,
You're funny. You're friendly.
You're strong and smart.
Disagree, but I know you're kind at heart.

*You're the p
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
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.
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?
Waiting for HimI’m praying, watching, waiting,
For that special guy,
Wondering what he’s like,
What he loves to do,
Who he is...
For now I’m just going to wait,
I know it’ll never be too late,
To love,
Something pure, beautiful, a glimpse of the wonder Above,
He’s going to be the guy,
Who’ll walk the long path of life with me,
Who will have morals and a pure heart,
Treat me with respect and hold the door open for me,
Love me and make me feel special,
He’s not going to be perfect; we’re only human, after all,
But my standards are high,
Rightly so, for I shall not give myself away to just anyone,
He’s goin
''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
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Blood like deluged ink
Sink a blade into the seamed veins
And let the words of life all flow free
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Heart of Ice

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she 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

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Heart of Iceby *PrussianPersephone

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I don't know where this one came from.

I guess it's from the point of view of an original character I created long ago, that I will never use.

She just wanted to hide her heart away, but if she meets him, that all will change.

Maybe I'll make it into an actual story someday. Who knows.

AND LOOK I MADE IT RHYME. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.
©2012-2013 *PrussianPersephone
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~worldpeaceismine Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
See! You are an AMAZING writer!!!!!
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~GuardianOfTheElement Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
After reading this last night it inspired me to write three poems of my own. Sad part is I wrote them all under ten minutes. I really like this. It's beautiful.
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It doesn't matter how long or short it takes you to write things. As long as you write them from the heart.

But thank you.
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~GuardianOfTheElement Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Your welcome.
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Mood: Love ~dbstrickland1962 Nov 15, 2012
So much depth and emotion, that is what poetry is, all I can say "my hat is off to a great piece". I would not change a word, because it is you and touches each individual in a unique way. Thanks for sharing.
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much.
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~DenimPanda Nov 14, 2012
It's really beautiful,sometimes I wish I had a heart of ice,so life wouldn't be so...difficult
...Even though I'm just 15 and I know my problems are stupid
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Don't worry. I'm sixteen and I share the same thoughts.
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~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The second verse oddly reminds me of a romance fanfic I read somewhere a while ago; the main character (female) hides behind an expressionless mask (mentally, not physically) to shield herself from the world and when she meets a special man, he effortlessly takes away her mask and teaches her to control her emotions. Now, I'm not comparing you, but simply saying that this poem reminds me that things can sometimes happen.
YOU MADE IT RHYME! LOOK AT IT PEOPLES!
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yes. I made it rhyme.

Fuck yeah.
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