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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
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
Demons InsideWe all have demons inside us. Whispering innuendos, speaking in hushed tones, begging us to give in. Omnipresent; ethereal in as fallacious a perversion the word could bring; yearning for us to fall into a cavalcade of temptation. Claws so cold they sear the mind and heart as soon as they pierce the wall of carefully built-up fortitude, melting every tenacious brick into a sopping mortar of repulsiveness.
lust
envy
pride
sloth
wrath
greed
gluttony
but I think the demon I fall most prey to
is myself.
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
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
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
Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?
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.
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?"
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

c
a
n

                k
                   i
                      l
                         l
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
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
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
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Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,

                    [dragon's blood
                                  and phoenix down]

And her Prince Charming has yet to come,

                    [glass slippers
                                   shattering like stars]

So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,

                    [enchanted forests
                                   concealing poisoned apples]

Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,

                    [cursed beasts
                                   tearing down castle walls]

Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,

     
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
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?

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gazing in front of the screen, her eyes scroll across codes and blueprints

the archetypes of her life

each word scrolls along the monitor in vibrant, neon flashes

          "family"
                                           
                    "friends"

           "school"

                    "career"

          "emotions"

so many words, so many codes, so many commands, so many ways to ruin or improve her life

just a single keystroke, and everything can change

at last, her eyes settle on the one file she had been looking for; the one that mattered the most

"me"

a smile transcribes across her face as the cursor scrolls onto the program data, eyes continuing to search each individual option

just a single click, and everything can be rewritten

there's nothing in her gaze but serenity as the cursor at last hovers over the one she has been searching for so long

"UNINSTALL"

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I really wish that life could be like a computer program. I wish I could just install and uninstall whatever I needed to at whatever times it was needed.

I wish I could completely uninstall myself, rewrite all my codes and encryption data, and then reinstall myself so that I was the person everyone wants me to be, rather than the person I really am.

When I think about it, I have a lot of wishes, don't I?
©2012-2013 *PrussianPersephone
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~My5tic-Lali Nov 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
this is awesome! I must say I agree.
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much!
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~My5tic-Lali Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
no problem!
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~YumeHoshiChan Nov 14, 2012
This is an incredibly interestign idea to think about...it sort of makes you wonder what life would actually be like if we could uninstall, re-install, and re-write everything about it...and how many people would jump at the chance to.
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~123ServantOfTheDoll Nov 14, 2012
TT.TT
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~CrunchBandicoot Nov 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I wish I could completely uninstall myself, rewrite all my codes and encryption data, and then reinstall myself so that I was the person everyone wants me to be, rather than the person I really am.

I would never do that. It's like suicide or brainwashing of some kind... We're not robots.
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Sometimes I think that everyone around me WANTS to brainwash me.

And I really don't want that.

But it would be so much easier if I did.
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~CrunchBandicoot Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
It's better to play life on hard mode than to quit on easy.
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~CardinalDesertFox Nov 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I know the feeling, I've wished so many, many times in my life. Yet, nowadays, I appreciate the things I wished I could delete, and I've modified others. Life goes on, and we have to deal with the cards we've been dealt, but it's fun to think about the possibilities of who we might have been, and even more exciting to think of who we could be in the future.
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*PrussianPersephone Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Stop writing deep and meaningful comments that make me want to cry.

Because I cry easily.
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