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They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless hands
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
insides.
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
a heart.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?

24 Hoursi.
Dreams will slowly fade
as dawn breaks through the windows;
morning’s here again.

ii.
Stomachs growl and groan
as smells from the kitchen waft;
afternoon is here.

iii.
Dusk paints a red sky,
the sun retires for the night;
evening shall bring peace.

iv.
The stars and moon dance,
a waltz of shining passion;
night has come at last.

Into the PlungeBuild me a sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.

D
r
o

For YouYour heart may bleed diamonds,
but they all they see is dust.
Your soul may run black with ink,
yet they see it as pandemonium.
The miasmas you feel in your mind are not discord,
but a precious, beautiful gift meant solely for you.

The letters care not
however you arrange them;
perfection is perfection
when it comes from your veins.

These worlds exist for you created them—
there is no such thing as
“imaginary”
as long as you know their universes.

Cry and laugh and weep and smile,
for the blossoms you water shall grow
into a microcosm of your own design.

You are a god and a king,
a queen and a demon,
whose words

WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasmines
and stardust mountains of silver and —

No.

Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...

Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.

I want to write

gods

and

chaos.

HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."

Yet —

She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.

Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.

You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.

For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro

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—

RebirthFalling further down into the
abyss of agony with no way
to go up; and these chains
that bind wrists in iron so
cold that it burns like fire
refuse to shatter; drowning
in tidal waves of chaos and
venomous malevolence.

Give me a blade to cut away these sulfuric bonds at last
and throw me a rope to pull me up out of this hole;
I'm weary of dying inside the coffin they call "the self"
and ready to crawl from the grave in armor woven
from the chains of misery and destruction.

NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heart
beat,
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
flesh,
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
corruption.

And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
smile,
dug your bloodstained claws into your
chest,
and tore out that infestation you called a
soul.

"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
sneered,
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
taste,
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
pulse."

I could only watch as you sunk back down into
Hell,
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
hazardously,
knowing you had replaced my heart with the pois

Letter To Alice In Wonderland Letter To Alice In Wonderland

Hey, I think I have some explaining to do,
I know it's been a long time - hell, it's been years -
since the last time you wanted to look upon my face,
before it changed and became so cruel.

Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but
for all the good it did me, I really did love you,
and not for a second doubt that none was true,
for proof, go count my every cut.

And that's the reason I had to get out,
you were bad for me, driving me blind,
as I was fighting two addictions entwined,
that's the main reason, it's the main shout.

When he came around, I saw a ray of sunlight,
but you always made me ooze with gloom,
I long

lost.Wandering,
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
soul;
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
flesh.
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
pieces.
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
salt-licked sarcophagus—
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
heart.

SadieA decade she was there
always watching me grow.

A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.

A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.

Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.

Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.

She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.

Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.

She was cradled in my arms

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?"

SeptemberI don't know why,
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,

I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,

Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,

Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years togeth

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.

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Howling For TreacheryI wish I could live
on nothing but air;
killing the hunger
to consume every
improvised lie.

(Maybe all along,
I've been the wolf in
sheep's clothing.)

Why is it that when
I exercise my own
feeble infallibility,
these fangs just
continue to hone
on fraudulence?

(It's too painful
to continue howling
at this contorted reflection.)

Yet every time
I take an ax to
exterminate the
counterfeit beast,
its claws just leave
another patch of
scars on the inside
of my skin to remind
me just what I am.

(The girl who cried wolf

catch me if you cani'd like to smear ashes
over bloody heathen lips
and twist burnt corsages
around the maypole.

this rotten witch's heart
would love to curse you all.

disease has never looked so
lovely, i do declare, crawling
up your blistering limbs.

in case you are not aware—
love kills slowly, but revenge tastes so sweet,
so i'll just tip-toe off of this cliff
and embrace the beast awaiting for me below.

phoenix rising,
sunlight fading;

we
all
fall
down.

Loneliness:a limbless spider entangled in
its own web,
writhing and awaiting to
break free—

only to be devoured by the fly.

AimlessSpring forgot how to begin anew,
so Winter stole her amnesic heart and tossed it to the wolves.

"Devour me," the stars seemed to beg;
so Gravity plunged them into the ocean's nebulous depths.

These lips no longer offer hymns up to fallen gods—
so Fate sacrificed herself for the chance to be reborn.

Stardust :NorwayXReader:It was not every day that Lukas was awoken from his peaceful slumber by the demanding-yet-frightened voice of a young girl coming from what appeared to be directly above him.

"Are you the warlock?!"

With an irritated grunt, Lukas forced his deep blue eyes to open only to find himself gazing straight in the face of what was indeed a young woman, with (e/c) eyes that glittered with a determined fire and unruly (h/c) hair, as if she had been traveling around in the wind. The two stared at one another for one full minute, before the girl repeated her question: "Are you the warlock?!"

Lukas blinked twice, before his lips twisted into a displeas

lowercasei carve insignificant poetry into my tongue
and hope the world will pardon the lack of
bated silence, for i write in nothing but
despondent screams and uppercase;
i've forgotten how to let everything go
and i'm tired of my incessant howling,
because it seems to me that the quiet
words are the ones that are the most
heard.

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by *PrussianPersephone, Jan 24, 2013, 7:39:57 AM
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Cease with making promises that you cannot ever keep—
can you not see this loathing becoming even more deep?
Halt in your useless words of comfort, telling me everything will be okay—
how can you say such things so simply, when you are never here day by day?
Refrain from acting as if you can turn my world from bleak to bright—
when was the last time you truly changed every wrong thing to right?

It was such a simple pleasure, back in those days;
just one word from you made gold from the grays.
A luxury it was, I now see that more clear than glass;
for those times are done and gone, having long since passed.
Indulgence was my sin whenever thoughts of you jolted through my brain;
it is a laughing matter at how correspondence with you now causes me pain.

You say you want to help me, you say nothing will ever be my fault...
but is that true, when you regret my slow change from child to adult?
You know I tried my damnedest to continue being your best friend...
but what is truly going on in your head, now that it may be coming to an end?
You begged for me to understand and nourish you while it felt like it was running me up a tree...
but now that the roles of adviser and ward have altered so drastically, can you do the same for me?

Remedial Oppositionby *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Sorry, guys. I'm venting again. About very personal stuff. That I would prefer not to delve into. I know the person this is meant for will never read this, but...

It's pathetic how much you distracted me back when I thought nothing of the world except making sure you were going to be all right every fucking day. Now that I'm the one in your shoes, you keep saying you'll do your best to do the same, but...

We both know it's not doing shit for me, and you're never going to keep your promises. You're never going to put me back together again like you want to so desperately.

I want to say I hate you...

But you're one of the best friends I've ever had, and my heart and brain just can't take the war inside of me.

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~LilRedBird101 Jan 27, 2013 General Artist

You are not alone, so many of us here can relate to this.
For me it more of the growing up and apart from a girl I considered my best friend and biggest support all through my primary years. It rips me in two like an old rag, but I've got so many new (And in many cases better) friends now that I simply don't care as much any more.
I'm really sorry these things are happening to you, its never nice. I hope it gets better. *Hugs*

~imagination-junkie Jan 24, 2013

Definitely can relate to that. All to well.

Good job with the rhyming.

*PrussianPersephone Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah...sad, isn't it?

Thanks. It feels a bit...forced, in my opinion.

~DompteurLoup Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

It does sound a bit forced, but the ability to find the proper words to express your situation makes up for it. What you said here, is something similar to where I find myself. However, I can't find words to give how it feels the proper.. respect, the right voice you have given it.

~CrazyCharlette1415 Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Lots of us know this feeling... I can't do anything to help you but just give you an online hug.

*PrussianPersephone Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's the thought that counts.

~CrazyCharlette1415 Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Indeed.

!VLoneV Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your words speak so true. I can relate to this completely

*PrussianPersephone Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much.

!VLoneV Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome!!

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