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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"

Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, down
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound

Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life

Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill

Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky

Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their ques

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.

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 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

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?

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

To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,

Don't be too offended by this, but...are you even real? Are you watching me type this out right now, this second, like you should be? Or are you just some entity that is said to exist, but in reality, it's just a lie?

I want to know, if you are real, then why haven't I exactly gotten the guidance I need lately. Why haven't you protected me, like you're said to do, from all the things in my life that make me feel like I'm dying inside?

Why haven't you protected me from myself?

If you have tried, then, well...obviously you haven't tried hard enough for me to realize it or sense it.

Please. Try harder.

If you are truly

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

''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

What is fear?I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.

“What is fear?”

The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”

I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.

“What is fear?”

The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”

I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I ask

Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."

Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.

"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."

Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.

"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Yo

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 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?"

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I Hate You

by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 23, 2012, 12:52:39 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

I have something to say to a certain someone. Someone who I know will read this. Do you want to know what my secret is--even though it isn't much of a secret to the person this is meant for?

I hate you.

I hate you because you're always lying, always pretending everything is okay and just making up excuse after excuse.

I hate you because you can't just suck it up and stop being such a child, trying to make everyone else just as miserable as you.

I hate you because you never seem to do your best anymore, even though you insist time after time that you are.

I hate you because you're pathetic and weak, and you're too terrified to go through with the things you constantly swear you're going to do.

I hate you because you want to think that the entire world is out to get you, and you refuse to attempt to make life a little easier for yourself.

I hate you because you can't stop complaining instead of trying to make things better.

I hate you because you know your smiles and laughs are just illusions to make it seem like you're all right, instead of just giving up and letting everyone know just what exactly is going on in your head.

But most of all? I think I hate what you are because of what name I have to give you; what you will always be called in my mind.

Me.

I Hate Youby *PrussianPersephone

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Actually, I think what I hate the most is that this is all true.

Uploading this on my aunt's computer after a Thanksgiving from hell. Still in Illinois. I can't wait to go home. Even though things there are shit too.

Don't mind me, just in an extremely bad mood and need to vent.

Edit: ...uh...guys...? Why...is this so popular? Seriously, it's...just me being a whiny little bitch...it doesn't deserve all the views and whatnot...thanks, but...really, go give all your praise to a piece that deserves it. I'm not going to reply to comments on this one, but...they do mean something to me. This is a piece that I just don't want to comment on. Especially since it does not deserve so much hype.

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~Rissy-Sakura2ko Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

IT'S AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT DESERVES THE HYPE!!!

~bluelady1927 Dec 19, 2012

me reading it halfway throught: 'holy shit!! this person is so me!! she hates me!!'
me finished reading it: 'oh... it's herself... wait what?'

~chocokittyism Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

lol I thought this person was me too

~Karaxxlumexxar13 Nov 26, 2012

Oh. My. God. This is amazing. I can relate so much to this.

You my dear, are an awesome writer. I love your stories and poem-things. You're always so good at putting feeling into your work and I just- gah.

I love it

~PunkAngel892 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I understand how you feel.

~srtourettes Nov 24, 2012

You should take the praise because you obviously hit a nerve in a lot of people.

!ArtRosy Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

This is how I feel to

~TaiyoMiko Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Let me tell you why this peice is so popular, it' because so many of us feel the same way and it makes us happy to see we're not the only ones. that's why so many pieces of art become popular, because they make us feel something.

~brockly12345 Nov 24, 2012

Wow, you threw a real curve ball at the end there

*Shihagami Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

If you ever need someone to talk to love, I'm always prepared!

And this does describe what I feel a lot ^^

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