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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

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

Her Reality she closes her eyes

just for a single moment

she is a goddess

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

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.

Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?

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 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.

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

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"

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

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?

GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.

Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.

"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."

And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.

Freedom.

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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Never straying by my side,
never going far.

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At times you can be painful,
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Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
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yet force us into awkward itching.

So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
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Oh bra, dear bra,
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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
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(it was just too damn easy
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i know my ribcage is almost on empty
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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.

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by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 13, 2012, 8:39:32 AM
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I 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; because I just wish I could be satisfied with the mediocre ambassador of vocabulary that I am.

I wishby *PrussianPersephone

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I really don't think I'm a "good" writer. I don't believe it when people constantly tell me so.

I just wish I could believe it, rather than beating myself up with the opposite side of the argument.

I'm not a good writer. The people who can force words and letters and sentences to create something absolutely, utterly, and breathtakingly beautiful are the ones who deserve that title.

I'm just someone who's pretending I'm just as literary-talented as they are.

~worldpeaceismine Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

If you could read your MASTERPIECES through others' eyes, you would think very VERY differently.

~123ServantOfTheDoll Nov 14, 2012

I WISH that I could prove you are a fantastic athour

=autumn--thunder Nov 13, 2012 Student General Artist

I think you did wonderfully on this in itself, which is furthur evidence for what a fantastic authoress you are. I wish you could believe the things people tell you because, really, you're brilliant. You really are. You have no idea how much I envy you.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

...I don't think I'm one to be envied. but thanks.

=autumn--thunder Nov 14, 2012 Student General Artist

You definitely are, truly. Really. And it's no problem.

~Rinny009 Nov 13, 2012

I think we all can relate to this in some shape or form. We are truly never happy with what we create. And we can never accept the truth when somebody tells us that we are good at something.

On another note, I thought this was utterly beautiful. Especially with how true it is. You are an amazing writer and your way with words is breathtaking.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah. I think everyone can relate.

But thanks.

~greenmusiclovingfrug Nov 13, 2012

I thought this was really cool!
I think we can all relate to this, but I also think you're too harsh on yourself c:
I think you're an amazing writer.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~imagination-junkie Nov 13, 2012

I do wish you'd have more confidence in yourself. You may not be Thoreau or Hemingway or whoever, but that doesn't mean you aren't good and that what your writing isn't creative or beautiful. You do have a way with words whether you believe you do or not. Though I can sympathize. I can think everyone who is creative feels this way sometimes. And remember that your always your harshest critic.

On another note I really liked the military metaphor in this one.

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