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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
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
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.
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.

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Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.

Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.

Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!

Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…

They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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?"
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
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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—
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
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The Fool and the Cynic

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"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 with me...he thinks we can't be happy. But we...said we loved one another...What do I do?"
Get over it and concentrate on something that's more important. Like your friends. Like me. Or do you only talk to me so you can rub HIM in my face?

"We're getting back together! See, I told you he loves me! And I love him!"
...how stupid can you be?

"I broke up with him. We were fighting too much. He was such an asshole to me, saying I was too ditzy and I was annoying him. I thought he was the one. I really did. We even had our college years planned out..."
Shut the fuck up. Shut the FUCK up. All you ever did was talk about him. How perfect he was. The problems he had. The problems you both had together. You never listened to my problems. You put our friendship under a boy that wasn't right for you in the first place.

If you want to find better fish in the sea, then stop being as shallow as a goddamn kiddie pool and grow up the way you're supposed to...my dear "friend."
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The italicized are actual words that were said by my friend. The code-style are the words I wish I had said.

This is basically what happened when one of my best friends started to pay more attention to her first boyfriend rather than her friends. Including me. I was hurt. I wanted to tell her all those things, but I knew she'd get angry. All she would do when she did contact me was talk about him and how perfect everything was...or the issues they were having. And honestly, I stopped caring.

Again, this is just me trying to vent.

I understand the need to have someone to date, and I know that girls will usually put their boyfriends over the friends. But it still hurt. A lot. And now, well...our close friendship isn't as close anymore. I miss her.

I want the courage to tell her how much she's hurt me, though.

And I want to tell her I'm sorry for feeling this way.
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~D0RKGASM Apr 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I've had several crushes, one love, and only a few dates on the internet, if you could even call them that, but never once did I turn my back on a friend, or always bring her down, creating some kind of burden with the conflicting emotions I'd had at that time.

Several years have passed since, she has a boyfriend, and it's a bit like I don't exist when she's talking to him. Otherwise, however, we're fine. I hope you've worked this out, and if not, I hope you can, and wish you the best of luck. Seeing what other people are like inspires me to be different, and so I also hope this situation is never reversed.
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~wubwubwolf Feb 15, 2013
Ze frau's of mein group all had relationships (aka; relation-shits) with ze Männer's in ze group und they all got together around ze same time und then kept telling mich about their Relationshits und they basically talked like this.

Surely there are people that are so cookie cut that it gets so annoying but there are people that are original.
Over all ich love this piece und how it had another's point of view.
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*GermanyXItaly1000 Jan 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is brilliantly put. Friendships can be pressured when boyfriends get in the way--all your friend will ever talk about is the boy, all they ever rant on about is themselves, the boys, whatever. This kind of thing, when you get too shallow and obsessed on one boy, can ruin a friendship. You worded this quite well.
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*PrussianPersephone Jan 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. I just basically vented.
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=chocominte Jan 10, 2013  Student General Artist
I can really feel you with the we-just-got-back-together thing omg.
And I'll just be like 'stop messing with me man. i dont want anymore drama.'
:iconsupertighthugplz: <3
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*PrussianPersephone Jan 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I wish I had the balls to tell her that, though, back when it was happening.
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~DragonFire816 Jan 10, 2013
You are a really good writer!

I am really sorry that she put him over your.......
But if I were you I would try to work things out with her and tell her how you really feel. If she really was a close true friend then she will understand what your trying to tell her.......
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*PrussianPersephone Jan 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I've tried talking to her. She won't listen and will just change the subject. And I don't want to make her angry.
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~DragonFire816 Jan 14, 2013
I know what you mean. I'm sorry that she keep changing the subject, it can be really annoying.....

I hope things work out between you guys.
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~imagination-junkie Jan 9, 2013
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