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Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Her Reality she closes her eyes

just for a single moment

she is a goddess

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

EeveelutionSo ordinary at first glance--just the type to be completely normal.

Yet you can become whatever you wish to be as easy as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

You can be a siren of the sea, as noble yet deadly as the ocean waves itself.

You can be a burning ball of fiery passion, to which nothing can put out your flames.

You can be a thunderstorm on the horizon, quick as lightning and just as shocking.

You can be the sun, elegant and graceful in your clairvoyant ways.

You can be the moon, mysterious as you hide away in your shadowy nature.

You can be as calm as the forest, serene and sharp as a blade of grass.

You can be as frigid

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?

''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

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The words I finally figured out how to say.

by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 19, 2012, 6:16:00 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

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. Then we could say the words out loud, face-to-face, within hugging distance. And cling to one another like little girls while finally crying together like we really need.

Thank you for actually caring. Thank you for not giving up on me, when all I want to do is exactly that. Thank you for being there to listen to my fears and worries, when no one on my side of the screen seems to give a shit.

I'm sorry that sometimes I get so bad that I don't talk to you for days on end. I'm sorry that sometimes I say something and don't respond, and I worry you to no end that I will never reply again. I'm sorry that all I do now is constantly cut myself down and say hurtful things or whine and complain about my "wretched" life when you have your own shit to deal with.

I really am sorry.

But I know you guys are my true, honest, and genuine friends, because you haven't left or given up on me yet.

I love you guys so much.

And right now, when I'm at my worst, you're the real I'm continuing on, because I honestly am so selfish that I want to keep living so I can hear more of the words that make everything just a little bit better.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I promise someday that the only barrier between us will be air, because these screens won't exist and we'll be hugging and crying and laughing like we always wanted.

The words I finally figured out how to say.by *PrussianPersephone

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

This is for some very special people in my life who, upon reading this, will know who they are.

My best friends.

Who I know I hurt because I can't talk to them anymore.

Well, guys...these are the words I wanted to say. And I finally managed to get them out.

And I'm putting it here so everyone can know that it really is possible for the Internet to give you the best friends you have ever had.

I love you guys. Thank you so much. I really am sorry.

I hope this makes it up to you all.

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~D0RKGASM Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I pressed send too early. Sorry. Anyway, we want to know the people out there that won't hurt us. Or those who the pain is worth suffering for. It's how I feel, and I felt like explaining that, and having you know why exactly I favorited this.

~D0RKGASM Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This works for anyone, really. Because we don't want all the hate thrown upon us. We don't want to break. We want nice words. We want the little things. The little kindnesses. We want something better. Always better. I certainly do. I certainly want to know the peo

~greenmusiclovingfrug Nov 20, 2012

I think this is very true for everybody...

=autumn--thunder Nov 20, 2012 Student General Artist

That's wonderful, it really is, that you can have friends like that.

I'm sure they really appreciate this. And it's a lovely gesture, it really is. ^^

~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sometimes, I don't know what to write because what's above is mindblowingly stupid, amazingly adorable or just plain emotionally powerful.
And I'm pretty sure the reason for this is the last one, so I'm going to put my thoughts into this one icon.

~zer0anonymous Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

i always tell myself not to give up because there are ppl that need me to pull through and vice versa. i dont know you but you are someone i already respect and admire because of your dedication to your friends

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~AngerIssues1234 Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Just having the courage to type this out and put it on the Internet already proves how strong you are. I bet your friends are extremely proud of you. And just know that, Even with all the crazy things going on in our lives, friends will always be there. I really do respect you.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, but I don't think I deserve the respect. I just...I don't know. Want to vent, but at the same time let others like me know they're not alone.

I want to help them, too, if I can.

~AngerIssues1234 Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Don't tear yourself down. You deserve the respect. Trust me.

Just wanting to help should give you all the respect in the world.

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