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Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?
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?
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
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"
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
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
''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
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
The words I finally figured out how to say.I know I always say that I don't have the right words, because I really don't...

But I'm going to try and put them down right now.

Growing up in the age of the Internet, we were always told to be wary and watch out. Since, you know, everyone is a perverted old man waiting to come and kidnap you.

But frankly...you guys are the best friends I have ever had. Through the emails, videos, phone calls, FaceTimes, etc...

You guys are the only reason I haven't completely given up yet.

I just want you all to know that sometimes I wish I could just rip off the screen and jump into it, so there wasn't hundreds of miles between us like there is now.
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
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.

Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.

Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.

She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
Her Reality                          she closes her eyes
                         
                         just for a single moment

                         she is a goddess
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
I wishI 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; becaus
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
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The Maiden

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Oh, 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

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The Maidenby ~PrussianPersephone

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Oh my gosh, I have finally written something pertaining to my namesake (well, the latter half of it) on this website.

My favorite person in mythology. Persephone (Kore by the Romans), daughter of the goddess of the harvest, Demeter, and wife to Hades; kidnapped by said god of the Underworld, tricked by the gardener to eat the single seed of a pomegranate; and rescued by her mother so she spends the summers up on earth and the winters down with Hades. I could go in depth, since I know the legend by heart, but I will spare you the major details.

You have no idea how much I love her. I wish I could have lived in ancient Greece, just to become a devout follower of her. She's a role model of mine, to be truthful.

But this little poem does not do Persephone justice. However, it was the only thing I could come up with. I just wanted to at last show my love for her; maybe someday I'll make a better piece dedicated to The Maiden.
©2012-2013 ~PrussianPersephone
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~greenmusiclovingfrug Nov 20, 2012
I love Persephone too!
I think you did a lovely job for her~
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=autumn--thunder Nov 17, 2012  Student General Artist
This is beautiful. I absolutely adore it, and I always thought the tale of Persephone was an interesting and very intriguing one. It's probably my favourite myth.
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~PrussianPersephone Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! And I know, I love it as well. It honestly is my favorite myth out of any ancient civilization's stories.
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=autumn--thunder Nov 17, 2012  Student General Artist
You're very welcome. ^^ There's just something about the myth itself that I really love. It's just absolutely fascinating.
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Mood: Love ~findmyface Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is really cool, I like it I love Greek/Roman mythology!
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~PrussianPersephone Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I love it too--I'm a big Greek mythology nerd. -.-
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~findmyface Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Same here, bro. My full name is Cassiopeia, how can you get more Greek than that?
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~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I saw the first two lines and I knew that this would pertain to Perseph
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~PrussianPersephone Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
BECAUSE SHE DESERVES THAT KIND OF RECOGNITION. SHE IS JUST THAT AMAZING.
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~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I KNOW, RIGHT? I LOVE HER TOO!
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