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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

S E C R E T Ss omething
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c onceals
r eadily
e ven
t hough
s ecrets

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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

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

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.

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

PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?

What am I,
without you?

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

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?

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

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

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

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.

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

Briar Roseher soul is a rose

scarlet and full of sharp thorns

can she trim the barbs?

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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

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Welcome to Wonderland

by *PrussianPersephone, Nov 27, 2012, 7:31:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Falling 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 question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright

"ArE yOu AlIcE?"

T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k

"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"

~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~

Welcome to Wonderlandby *PrussianPersephone

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I don't really know.

I like the idea of a twisted Wonderland, but I think a lot of people know that by now. Hell, I love anything to do with Wonderland, and if I ever have a kid and it's a girl, her name will be Alice whether she likes it or not. So...this was my attempt on a little macabre poetic-like piece about the Wonderland I'd like to write a story on someday. A Wonderland where everything you know is dead, and chaos runs rampant, and blood is everywhere you see.

So...yeah.

This was a fail. I don't care, I made it 98% rhyme, so I'm uploading it.

I don't know how this can be interpreted, really. I guess...the reader is lost in this bloody Wonderland, and everyone will call them Alice just because, and then the Queen of Hearts chops their head off.

Am I not a cheerful sort?

ALSO, CHEERS FOR MY 120TH DEVIATION.

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~D0RKGASM Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I see that. I agree with it, as well — the Life is Death and Death is Life. I find it odd that I do see this way, and I can't quite comprehend it. I just wonder if this makes me a bit mad, or if it makes more sense than I currently figure it does. I'm mainly curious.

If someone could help this curiosity, it'd be greatly appreciated, I think.

~CrazyCharlette1415 Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yay for 120th deviation!

And as much as this sounds weird, I like anything remotely macabre-sounding/-looking. It gives a creepy feeling that sends excited shivers up my spine. Why, I dunno.
But I like this!

*PrussianPersephone Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I was going for the creepy feeling! So I did my job.

*VertFaere Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Bravo. I like how it gives it a dark..feeling..like something is amiss...

*PrussianPersephone Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank, I was going for a little dark!

~AngelMariaStars Nov 27, 2012

It's awesome! It doesn't have to rhyme. Have you ever heard of American McGee's Alice in Wonderland? My best friend loves it.

*PrussianPersephone Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! And yes, I've heard of them, but I'll never get a chance to play the games.

~AngelMariaStars Nov 27, 2012

All you need is a older comp and the game itself. I believe my best friend has the game.

~SilverScreams999 Nov 27, 2012

Anything Alice in wonderland and nightmare before Christmas I will love especially if twisted

*PrussianPersephone Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Same with me! I love Nightmare Before Christmas as well. Always watch it around Halloween and Christmas.

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