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The CastleNo one can enter
They may bring their
And try to break down
But the gate does
I watch above from
Eagerly awaiting, yearning for
When the walls
But that moment
The walls may crack
Has it fallen.
May seep through
But it still stands
From that which I want
My walls live on as
Inside them alone
But never able to fly from
Never able to open
Why can't anybody enter?
I remain here alone?
Behind these walls.
Cannot enter but I
Dark CornersMy mind heads toward
The dark corners
As my body slips away,
And I am left
Strengthless and defenseless
As the darkness spreads
And creates a new,
This shadowed mask
Surrounds my soul
As I try to flee,
But, suddenly, it embraces me
And I am made stronger,
A porcelain doll
That will never break
Will never be human.
Strengthless and defenseless
My soul willingly
And becomes one
With the dark corners.
It doesn't MatterIt doesn’t matter where we go,
Death will consume us all.
Oh Fate, let the bells toll
And forgive us for we do not know
Of the stalking fiend we call
Death. He will strike or stall
At his will but he will show
In the end at our downfall.
It doesn’t matter how we fall,
Death will leave with us in tow.
The War Sent from the HeavensThe stars shoot like wandering
Fallen angels through the cosmos
On their unpredictable, universal journey.
They light the sky and call with a bloom
Whispering to men to start a war
While the heavens above frolic.
And so, the warriors frolic
About the fields of blood like the wandering
Arrows fired during the war,
And the Gods up in the cosmos
Laugh and mock the bloom,
The beginning, of another useless journey.
The phalanxes joined this journey
Watching as weapons did frolic
About the air and brought with them the bloom
Of scarlet drops and panicked screams wandering
Through the air up to the cosmos,
But the Gods reveled in man’s war.
And with fallen angels, the war
Did continue on its wayward journey.
Man below prayed to the cosmos,
But heavenly figures continue to frolic
And left man to their wandering,
Searching for that one pristine bloom.
The flowers still did bloom
A horrid shade, reflecting the war.
As man, in vain, continued their wandering
And praying for the end of the j
The broken windThe broken wind
of yonder hill
caresses me forcefully,
tipping me over the edge.
I fall into the abyss,
at the broken wind
that pushed me.
I want to live;
it wants me to lose.
I give in, and
am no longer myself.
Forgotten I stare up at the world like I always do. A world full of colorful skies and places ever changes as time moves on. If I am lucky, I can glimpse grass or snow in my peripheral vision. There is only one thing I have never seen, but I do not know if it even exists to be seen. I have only heard about it from you.
Throughout the years, I change just like everything else does, just like you do. However, you do not notice my changes as often as I notice yours. You gradually age and grow taller, but I am constantly changing.
You played with me when you were a child. As years went on, you played with me less and less until you forgot about me entirely. We are no longer the friends we once were. Our relationship is one of a leader and a follower. Wherever you go, I must follow. I have no will of my own anymore. Though, I might not have had one to begin with. I go where you go. I do what you do. No questions asked. I am always with you, but you forgot about me. I am forgotten
A flame burns
in my heart
a passionate way.
-Please, don't leave-
But, as time
slowly passes by,
It fades away.
And I forget
it was ever...
Kiss of PoisonKiss of Poison
You jerk! I HATE you! she screamed at me.
What did I do wrong? I asked, confused.
Like you dont know! You broke my heart, and now youre going to pay. Oteru kisera ando unten posin! There! Now you are cursed for the rest of your life! Tears streamed down her face as she ran away.
Now, for the first time in five years-has it really been that long? - I see her again. Her long platinum hair makes rays of sunshine down her back. Her skin is the color of sand. She uses the voice of a Siren as she talks to the librarian. As she turns around, I notice her sea-blue eyes. How could I have ever let her leave me, I wonder. She walks right past me and does not show any signs of recognition. Hi. Sierra, how have you been? I politely ask.
Who are you? And how do you know my name? she demands, slamming her hands on the table.
My name is Angel, m
A Modern KnightA Modern Knight
Ding dong! Ding dong! "Lilia, Chris is here!" my mom shouts as she opens the front door. I hear the creak of the steps and then the pounding on my door. My mom stops knocking and asks," May I come in?" I allow her to enter while I stare in the mirror and see myself, a girl with a heart-shaped face, eyes the color of dead grass, and pale blond hair that falls halfway down my back. I'm suddenly nervous; this is going to be my first "real" date with Chris. The handsome Chris, I think, with his brown hair and eyes the color of the sky at midnight. I gather my purse and take a quick glance at the mirror to check my hair and outfit one more time. I race down the steps and spot Chris. Chris is too busy looking at the many pictures and books that fill the bookshelves; he doesn't notice me until I embrace him from behind. After I unclasp my hands, Chris pivots around. He grabs my hand and kisses it, like a noble night that just rescued a princ
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
An Ode to Writer's BlockColors flow, a constant stream
Consciousness gives way to dream.
My awareness ebbs and flows,
As my inspiration grows.
That which others did create
Inscribes itself upon my slate
And ripples in my open mind,
My weariness left far behind.
A medium is fast procured,
Painting, drawing, spoken word.
But now I find my mind is fickle;
The river now is but a trickle.
Kura DearEyes that are cold like the coldest winter
Your twisted smile is nothing to be feared
You don't have a heart in your center
When I look at you all you do is sneer
The crimson gaze you hold see through us all
Words you say are to hide what you're feeling
Fear that the one would catch your fall
Staring so lifelessly at the ceiling
One you hold dear is soon to be leaving
Alone is the last thing you want to think
Compliments are so not worth believing
Even when you give out your flirty wink
The darkness is swelling in from all around
Kura dear you are to never be found
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