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

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A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,
I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.

That my fingers construct such eloquence,
as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.

Yet the truth of the matter is that,
my heart has not been pulverized into dust.

I am about as succint and poignant,
as a rusted bucket.

The Fool and the Cynic"He's so sweet and amazing, I'm sure we're meant to be!"
That's what all girls say about their first boyfriend.

"You know, he's really cute too. Plus, he has cute friends!"
Your definition of "cute" normally doesn't include manners or intelligence.

"He took me out for dinner and kissed me after he asked! He's the one! We're going to go to college together!"
Are you an idiot? These types of relationships rarely last...focus on life, not puppy love.

"...hey...we're fighting...I think he hates me now...did I call him too much? Text him too much?"
Try "Was I too naïve?" or maybe even "Did I talk about myself too much?"

"Oh, God...he broke up

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?

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

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.

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

bioluminescence.Your skin is of paper mache and
stardust, so fragile and coruscating
as I reach out desperately to grasp that
supernova you call a heart;
please, don't etiolate in their sunrise
and leave me marooned in life's black abyss...
I can't survive without your—

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

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

TemporalI am the yesterday waiting for my tomorrow,
and you are the future waiting for your past.

Let us correspond our oscillating hearts,
hidden behind adamantine bastions,
and together we shall fabricate a new

today.

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

''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

Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.

I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.

I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
castle
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last.

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?

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Mute Translucence

by *PrussianPersephone, Dec 5, 2012, 7:49:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

She is trapped in a glass box
One which follows her every move
It is always caging her in
With invisible walls so everyone can see her inside
Yet barriers so thick no one can hear her pleas

A cry of desperation rises up from her crystalline prison
A lamenting wail so loud it threatens to shatter the mirrored bulwark

_{"Why won't anyone listen to me?}

She listens for a response
As the crowds continue to rush past her enclosure
All brushing against the invisible walls
All seeming to forget she's there

There is no acknowledgement to her despondent appeal

but s i l e n c e

Mute Translucenceby *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I'm sure we all feel this way. Like we have some sort of invisible barrier around us that makes it so no one will really listen to us or hear us. But yet, we are stubborn and try to keep up said barrier, because we're afraid what will be said if people do listen to us. I know I feel like this frequently.

Enjoy more of my inane poetry.

Also, I'm going to ask for a critique on this one. It will be the first time I do such a thing, but since I only have this premium membership until Christmas, I want to harness all the aspects of it before it ends.

Critique by ~rayoung Jan 5, 2013, 10:40:31 PM

WOW! This is amazing! Your description of the invisibility and loneliness is (synonym for amazing). Though there are a lot of stories like this, your's was to the point and can be taken metaphorically or literally. Your technique was great, your rythem had a nice flow and didn't clash with other words or phrases. I got a terrific impact from this because I think we all feel this way sometimes, that our needs(or feelings) are invisible to others around us and need(or want) to be heard by just about anyone. This was an awesome poem. I REALLY enjoyed reading this.

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Critique by ~worldpeaceismine Dec 11, 2012, 5:27:03 AM

First of all, if this didnt have a hundred word minimum, i would just say,

Thank you for this.

But sadly, i have to write a hundred words. So, on to business.

For all the aspects of this critique, i have given you about 5 stars for each. That is because this piece of writing has meant the most to me throughout my whole life of reading, from a toddler to the present. This is the most relatable piece I've read ever. I have not known what has been bothering me, or even the people around me. So as said earlier, thank you for helping me realize that I need to pay more attention. And to learn my... I don't know what to write anymore.

Please ignore the shit I have written and look at this.

Thank you.

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~minecraftbob Dec 7, 2012

silence is deadly.

*PrussianPersephone Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yep. It is.

~ponygurl433 Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I hope my critique helps!

*PrussianPersephone Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It did. You have no idea how much it helped. Thank you so much.

~ponygurl433 Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

REALLY!?!? I'm so glad!

*lonely-in-winter Dec 6, 2012 Professional Writer

I really like this! The symbolism is fantastic!

*PrussianPersephone Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. I didn't think symbolism and I worked very well.

*lonely-in-winter Dec 6, 2012 Professional Writer

Well, you did in this poem at least ^_^

~CrazyCharlette1415 Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is so amazing! I think that every person can relate to this!
I'd love to write a critique but ~~I'mtooscaredtodoso~~ I'm inexperienced...

*PrussianPersephone Dec 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. I was going for something everyone can relate to.

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