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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

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?

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

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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

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?"

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

Mute TranslucenceShe 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

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

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.

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?

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

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"

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

Her Reality she closes her eyes

just for a single moment

she is a goddess

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No More Tears

by *PrussianPersephone, Dec 2, 2012, 5:03:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

There 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

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I don't have much to say on this one. Playing with symbolism, I suppose. Maybe it's based on my emotions considering the mood I am currently in. I just kind of wrote.

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~BlacK-Kat9 Dec 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I felt like I was being sucked dry by a draw
That's pretty good.

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~ShinaNyan Dec 3, 2012

Oh my, this is really hearty... That make sense?

....I WATCHED RISE OF THE GUARDIANS!!! WOO-HOO!!!!

I now understand your feels! ;^;

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*PrussianPersephone Dec 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. Yes, it makes sense.

Good. I am glad you understand the intense amount of feels.

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~ShinaNyan Dec 4, 2012

>w< Hehe~

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~mchastert Dec 3, 2012

Very nice.

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*PrussianPersephone Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

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~CrazyCharlette1415 Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's good to play with everything once in a while. I like how you portrayed that sometimes no tears mean no soul.

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*PrussianPersephone Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks--that's what I was trying to go for.

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=autumn--thunder Dec 2, 2012 Student General Artist

I love the symbolism you use in these poems, because they can be interpreted in so many different ways~

And it's good to express your emotions through emotion rather than bottle it up. It's probably more healthy.

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*PrussianPersephone Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much.

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