[EN/FR] Survival through ArtSurvival through art[EN/FR] Survival through Art by ~Corentin196
Survivre à travers l'art
Avant qu'il ne soit trop tard
Via the sharing of the heart
Recollections of suffering
Possibilites of happiness
I put on paper my entire being
To remind me of who I am in the moments of hopelessness
Parce qu'à la mort nous ne sommes plus rien
Car la vie peut nous entraver tel un ultime lien
On est irrémédiablement poussé par le fleuve de la vie
Mais ne peut-on pas poser son baggage le temps d'un récit ?
Art as a mean of survival
To counter it all
L'art comme moyen de survie
Contre le temps qui fuit
Artist Blue - You Are Not AloneArtist Blue - You Are Not Alone by ~Mugeenman
The woods are deep and dark, night has descended upon this planet. “Woods,” exclaims Catherine. “We’re always in woodlands, I swear, first it was Gameworld Gamma, then Shallana, and it just keeps going.”
“Oh hush, I thought you’d feel better after I got us behind stage to meet David Bowie.”
“I still can’t believe it.”
“What? That we met him?” asks Artist as leaves crumple underfoot.
“No, that he had an alien inside his stomach.”
“Hitchhiker, that’s what they’re called. It’s not like it hurt him.”
“You cut it out of him with a broken drumstick!”
Artist holds in a laugh. “I’m no Doctor, but he lived.” He pauses as he sees a green light in the distance, smothered by plant life. They carefully step forward to find a small village made entirely of wood. The beings there are a strange kind of humanoid, with thin fleshy skin, but with green glow
So that it will Never Happen Again : PROLOGUEMister the Commander in Chief,So that it will Never Happen Again : PROLOGUE by ~Corentin196
First I must congratulate you on your election to the presidency of the United States of America. Rest assured of my total trust in every one of your decisions.
But as Voltaire once said "Great Power comes with great responsibilities" and being the President of such a great and powerful nation as the United States of America is one of the greatest if not the greatest power a man can achieve. Thus comes huge responsibilities with being in Office, one of which, and perhaps the most important one, is to ensure that we, humans, survive as a race.
Of course it must appear silly at first, but the content of the file that comes with that letter should change your mind.
Others at the same place in the Office, in the same seat even, made some mistakes that endangered the survival of our species as a whole. And that is unacceptable. This is why I, and my predecessors before me, made that file only to be given to the new President Elect in Office.
So that it will ne
Yu-Gi-Oh! xESSENCE - Chapter 1As the sword wielded with great might crashed through waning barrier, the magical energy of the magus was nearly depleted. The cloaked man went flying back from the force of the shattering barrier, several shards of it slicing through him before they dispersed. His consciousness was fading, as was his life - yet, he hadn't overexerted himself during the magical clash that had just occured, nor were the wounds he just suffered nearly that major. The men, armed with spears and shields, surrounding him looked on in fear, speechless at the defeat they had just witnessed. The magus's opponent, however, was not.Yu-Gi-Oh! xESSENCE - Chapter 1 by ~Atangent
Cupping the soul ball that was forming in his hand, the warlock let out a devilish laugh. His opponent's soulless body was starting to turn into sand, becoming one with the wasteland he and his men had chased the warlock into. "Such a fool, never anything but fools," the warlock said, before looking at each and every soldier that still remained. Terrified, they readied their weapons,
The Lizard Boy 02The Lizard Boy 02 by *bryosgirl
When Setzin returned to his home two days later, there was no trace of Oberon besides a shallow imprint in the sand. He guessed the man collapsed from blood loss and was carried out to sea when the tide was high enough. It took the entire afternoon to find his dagger. Exhausted from hunger and trudging through the receding tide, he climbed back up into his little home and slept until well into the next afternoon.
He never should have went near the man, he thought as he waded in the waist-deep water. Humans and harpies might have come from different animals, but in the end their hearts were the same. Cold and dark as the ocean floor. His father would have fit in well with them.
He looked at his reflection, tears stinging his eyes. They were supposed to be better than the other races. Especially the Reiytz clan. They were the direct descendents of Rei himself. They didn't kill or rape one another. He looked back at his crooked tail, which swayed gently with the
Game-book: Island Captive. START HERE (pg 1)Somewhere beyond the darkness, you see a glimmer of hope. Something is shining directly in your eyes. You keep them squeezed shut, praying that you are now in safe hands, and now after all of your suffering, the gates of Heaven have finally opened to permit you a sanctuary for eternity.Game-book: Island Captive. START HERE (pg 1) by ~SilhouettedRider
But it was not to be.
You slowly open your eyes, and squinting through the sudden brightness, you realise that you are staring at the rays of the intense midday sun, which is mostly hidden by the trees you can make out ahead.
Just as you begin to wander whether or not you really are on the other side, you jolt with a start when you find you are, quite literally, out of breath. You try to take in a mouthful of air, but instead you find yourself choking, unable to draw a breath. The edges of your vision start to blacken, your throat becomes dry, and in an instant, a rapid pain develops in your lungs. In desperation, you roll onto your side and immediately find yourself coughing out a lot of water. Here, y
Something I NeedSomething I Need by ~SunsetSprite
You got something I need
In this world full of people there's one killing me
And if we only die once I wanna die with you (you, you, you)
Stars always dance high above me, either by themselves or with their partner, with their shoes lighting up the black dance floor. It’s such a nice sight to see, right? However, as much as I would hate to admit it, there’s always the outcast.
She’s a beauty, with hair like golden silk and eyes that stare into the many souls below. She’s an observer, always watching for her one love. Actually, that sounds a little wacky, huh? Okay, it’s going to be me. Still, as I’m trying to hold in my childish giggles, she has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, like a blooming flower really.
Wait, I did it again! You don’t know who I am. I’m truly sorry; I apologize for that foolish act! Let’s start over. I’m the Bird Guardian and it’s great to meet you. If you’re ever curious about f
Time"So. What's your answer boy? What's the one thing that you trust most in the world?"Time by ~Demonslayr62
"You want my answer?"
"Fine. Here's my answer. It's...it's time."
"Yes Time. Time is the one thing, the one thing in this world full of lies, betrayal and decit that I trust most. It always tells you the truth and it can never ever leave you. Even just by simply counting backwards from ten your using a device of Time. Time is a relative thing and it's forever the same, never changing and always there. You can never turn your back on it and it can never turn its back on you. Whenever I get nervous or sad, I don't go looking for the comfort of family or friends. No. I close my eyes, hug my pocketwatch to my chest and listen to the seconds tick away.
"It's beautiful, magical and scary all at the same time. It gives me a sense of comfort that no one or nothing else can. There is nothing in this world that means more to me that Time itself. Time is everything and it's everywhere. Time is on n
FlowersFlowers by ~SunsetSprite
In a field that is devoured with flowers lies a purple bunch. It’s weird really, every time I look at it from a daisy it looks as if it’s been painted into the picture. I wonder how long I would be sitting up here, let alone gazing at the garden this family has. I don’t live in that house though; the door is always slammed shut at my face which hurts my eyes because the dust dances in my vision and landing on my spectacles with is absolutely frustrating! Believe me, if I had a petal for every time that happened I would be completely rich and famous in the world I’m in now.
So, I might as well tell you who I am before you go on and stab me with questions. Wait, I should actually be more formal about this, shouldn’t I? I’m sorry, I’ll start over. Hello and how do you do? I’m the Lavender Prince, the one that takes care of the flowers and whatnot while you guys are on holidays or sick. Now, this is probably confusing you right now so I
His Grinning Skull ‘Waiting for the end to come…’His Grinning Skull by ~CupofCharlie
- Linkin Park.
‘I need to get my bearings!
I’m lost and the shadows keep on changing’
The Jack-O-Lanterns line my garden path obediently, their maliciously contorted faces illuminating the way to my front door. Three pumpkins on either side. Six terrifying faces in all. Each pumpkin has a unique expression carved deeply into its flesh, the next more disturbing and sadistic than the one before. The white candles placed within them radiate a congregation of flickering lights, casting shadows of their grinning faces onto the pathway before them.
I’ve always f
ParadigmExistential morning breaksParadigm by ~randomfreakygothgirl
We take the time to live and wake
Endure the lessons of mistakes
Reaching out into the dew
Chilly air and breath anew
Where weak are many, strong are few
Surface of the breaking glass
Some are frank and others crass
Yet all seem copies in the mass
Along Came an AngelShe signed her name next to selfish,Along Came an Angel by ~SolidMars
and told him he had a heart of gold.
But behind the scenes and cheery talks
they were both just as damaged and hurt
with so many secrets floating, untold.
He had his monsters to battle,
she didn't stand in a better place
yet she pulled him up to his feet,
and glued all these cracks in his soul.
She was a strong lady,
a hidden gem among many rocks,
she shared her dreams and laughter
but sometimes she cried on his shoulder
and pointed at the demons,
who forced a lump to build in her throat.
She always insisted he was being sweet
when he spoke about her majestic allure
truth be told, he never understood
how can someone go through such hurt
and still have enough power to stand tall.
He learned the answer later on though,
when she took his breath in awe
and taught him how to smile anew
Along came an angel, he'd joke
yet for her, he swore a vow
to never let go, until death takes its dues.
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by *TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
Introducing Kevin, Part 1 IIntroducing Kevin, Part 1 by ~TheNimster
A desolate wind howled between the ruins. He was walking down the dusty street at a sickly pace. Behind him there was a trail of smoke from a cigarette that traveled from his lips to his fingers and back. The Sentinels, the caste which he was a part of, weren’t allowed the luxury of smoking the same as everyone else, even though they allowed themselves much worse violations of law. But if all earth-born creatures inhale gasses of a much greater toxicity index, why not enjoy these? It’s not like it’s any different, apart from the relief the cigars gave him. This was his justification for breaking this rule.
One foot in front of the other, his black boots left tracks
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ~ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by ~Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
A Message to StoryboardersI'm currently seeking anyone who's willing to help storyboard for my independent non-profit anime movie trilogy project, "Voices".A Message to Storyboarders by ~AstheArtDictates
A resistance to an otherworldly invasion. An obscure prophecy. A seeker for his magnum opus. A murderous psychopathic rampage. A wanderer with a severe attention problem. These are just some of the tales nested within this tale. Though they all may seem separate at first, take heed, for they're all connected. At its heart lives a human boy who writes in his journal everywhere he goes and has always thought of being like many heroes of legend but has never stopped to think about why.
This work is thusly volunteered, so if you're interested, please contact me for further details.
What We Once KnewNOBODY 1What We Once Knew by ~AstheArtDictates
"Ugh, another application rejected."
"I don't really get it. Why are you applying to grad school for something that you know won't help you in the long run?"
"You mean for Advanced Academia? Of course it'll help."
"Well, it's important to learn new things, isn't it?"
"Certainly, but have you ever stopped to think about what you once knew all along?"
"Like happiness. And no, making money isn't the answer."
"Then what is?"
"Happiness. Happiness is happiness. Crazy, isn't it?"
"...Yeah, it is."
I'll Take Yours[Chorus]I'll Take Yours by ~StevenGilby
If I can't have mine
Then I guess I'll have yours
Just have a little taste
Of my anger in words
There's just no way
You could know it feels
To come so close
To something so unreal
Long ago it wasn't bad
I'd say it was the best
But little did I know that life
Would put me through the test
Trials hard and trials cruel
Oh how this life ain't fair
Wand'ring through the foreign waste
Adrift without a care
If I can't have mine
Then I guess I'll have yours
Just have a little taste
Of my anger in words
There's just no way
You could know it feels
To come so close
To something so unreal
Pining for forbidden fruit
So close out of arm's reach
What other pain could this life have
To demonstrate and teach
I don't think I'll make it now
It's just too fucking hard
Just when I think I'm winning
Life plays the biggest card
If I can't have mine
Then I guess I'll have yours
Just have a little taste
Of my anger in words
There's just no way
You could know it fe
ReaperI must learn how to hunt and destroyReaper by ~randomfreakygothgirl
Fill the order to kill all, and deploy
Mistakes to be wiped, cleaned
Soulless lives to be gleaned
Die, human (Pesticides!)
starting world anew
Tally up collections, hundreds to one
Produce only fear as hot as the sun
Money burned in living fire
Insurrection, woe defiler
Die, human (Infanticides!)
Conspiring with old enemies
So that's the only way to be
The one way to make you think and see
Now pray for suffering
shackled, branded, writhing!
False histories are due
Tortured and bought and sold and sacrificed
Religion, politics and war; was it all worthy priced?
You're all alone and together in everything
When am I to know you've grasped an understnading?
Hello, cruel world, and greetings to you
I am an evil you created, looking on through
But you have seen it now!
Where are your illusions of control and ord
Nullum AequilibriumNot one step backNullum Aequilibrium by ~Solilska
Eyes locked forward
Necks built to break
Empires to fall
I've tried your philosophy,
It doesn't work for me.
To be pushed around and keep your sweetness,
All the helping hands will fade away as you have no will to stand,
So tired of the lack of everything I desire,
All to be told "You're nothing to me"
Are they all weak?
Rude, stupid and slanderous?
All of your pathetic deeds...
Make them remember.
Show the weak man the truly strong,
He will try to mirror his strengths,
So fragile, so easy to break,
In the broken shards I see your face.
Wrap yourself In lies,
How you wish them to be true,
Strength Is being able to live with lies,
Not a single second spent believing them.
I live in this world of subjective truths,
Not for a moment do i fall,
I see your weakness...
And I'll make you remember
Beyond AllA lilac forest, a magic lamp,Beyond All by ~AstheArtDictates
a rose lost in time…
A living mirror strung on a wall,
a name none can speak…
These are but a few havens
where I go to hide from me.
But looking all around this world,
what do I see?
What do I see?
I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel Heaven reaching out to take my hand!
And in this hour, I learn
Who I am.
A lonely cottage, a golden street,
a bridge of songbirds…
A steadfast warrior sans one leg,
a lake of moonlight…
How I cling for dearest life
to visions of a brighter time.
But tales of a ruthless world
bid me to hide.
Yet what to hide?
When I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel the light of angel stars raining down!
I look unto the sky
And see the sovereign crown
of the One above us All,
of that which wishes for a share of all our pleasure and our pain.
A strange warmth befalls me,
bidding my return…
Waking again to this world,
what do I see?
What do I see?
I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel the gods who bid me
William and Kate to Raise George as PeasantRoyals Reveal All in New Interview.William and Kate to Raise George as Peasant by ~Raven5677
It has been revealed that new parents, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (aka Prince William and Princess Kate) have decided to raise their new-born son, Prince George – as a peasant.
The news comes as Kate was recently seen in public looking somewhat acceptably flat stomached after the birth of the Prince.
“I mean, it’s not like she gave birth to a whale, for goodness sake, I’m actually quite horrified that it’s taken her this long to get back in shape,” Prince William commented to reporters before the couple moved on to the subject of their decision about their son’s future.
In what manner exactly, one might wonder, do they plan to raise the young Prince as a peasant?
Prince William drops the bombshell; “He’s not getting his own iPhone until he’s five,” William declares sombrely.
A collective gasp rises up among the reporters present - this writer included.
A sob escapes fro
The boring lifeSome people go to moviesThe boring life by ~PyroMorticia
Others see the sights
Some let their minds soar
While I, I lead a boring life
Go to a library. Pick out a book
Read of adventure, fear, romance, and drama
Some people have dramatic, romantic lives
Some have adventurous, scary lives
And others, like me, lead a boring life
Our adventures are wandering more than a mile away from our houses
Our scary experiences, falling out of a chair.
Our romance is fantasizing about people who don't exist
Our drama, fighting with friends over texts.
We, we lead the boring life.
We get up at noon, have breakfast, watch TV
Start reading a book we've read before
Get bored. Put it down
This is the boring life.
You hear stories of climbers on Everest,
people swimming with sharks, traveling around the
globe, doing amazing things.
You get up, get some chips, sit back down.
Change the channel to cartoons.
You know your brain cells are dying. You don't care.
For you, like me, like so many others, lead the boring life.
The lazy life.
Good Ol' FredFreddy really liked to cook with spice;Good Ol' Fred by ~StevenGilby
Peppers and chilies were his delights!
He'd eat them grilled, baked, and pickled.
When the heat kicked in, he was so tickled!
One day he cooked for him and his wife;
Getting sweaty from food was their spice of life! (wink wink)
Some time after, his wife got frisky,
And decided for something rather risky!
In the kitchen they tore it up;
On the cutting board she plopped her butt!
Scraps of food both mild and hot
Sat on that most lustrous spot!
Freddy was really having his turn,
When something felt it started to burn!
He fought through the heat for now,
But then it hit him with a POW!
He screamed in pain, but kept it going.
He flipped over the missus to keep her from knowing!
Ol' Freddy searched all over for something to quench
But he found only olive oil with which he drenched!
Almost immediate, they both screamed in tandem;
Because he had forgotten to put on the memorandum!
Soaking up capsaicin, this oil had been;
And now it was slathered all over
The Final ReleaseVile bastards of the lowest filthy mire,The Final Release by *TheNighttimeWanderer
The years you stole away from me suffered in silence
As my mind was destroyed and I was sent to a saddening dire;
You breaking my soul and body everyday in violence.
Peaceful salvation and liberation was my only desire
But your maleficent hatred against me only sired
The vengeance and enmity burning in my heart like Hell's searing fire.
Spite, negativism, vengeance, damnation, suffering, misery and torment
Locked away within the shadowed constructs of my mind;
Unlocked with the lifting of the single safe's latch
To be revealed to me and burned into oblivion with a final match.
Ich bin Loslassen, wird Ihr Hass Kette mich nimmermehr.
On Human Nature and DeathWhen I was twelve years old, a friend of mine died. He was a classmate, one whom I was quite close with. We used to fight over our grades all the time; he was more mathematically superior in comparison to me, but I held top position for language skills. It was after the long holiday that came after the final year exams – that period of time where you had to come to school but had absolutely nothing to do but play with your friends for seven hours straight. The day I came to school, I had expected everyone to be the same as they always were after a long holiday; bored and wanting to stay at home, but also excited to see friends and trade stories. I was surprised when I came to class and saw that everyone was in a sombre mood. Some of my classmates were crying. I asked one of them what had happened, and he told me that one of our classmates had died, and it was my friend. He had wandered alone at the hotel his family was staying at and had fallen into the deep end of a swimmiOn Human Nature and Death by *Konnono
Different perspectives of freedomFreedom is abstract.Different perspectives of freedom by ~TheNimster
Through the eyes of a stable minded and intellectually capable visionary, it is an endless field of opportunity and potential. This is the person that pushes away the limits until they can no longer be seen, by growing out of current bounds and into freedom, without crumpling its newfound blank sheet of possibility. This person treats and crafts freedom into something beneficial for many and harmful to none. Such endeavors require great patience and labor. One must be very careful not to stray from his or her clear vision of improvement, in spite of all the distractions which plague us daily.
For the ordinary fool, however, freedom is a jungle in which to lose oneself and despair. The fool does not know this, of course, and proceeds to fight believing that victory and power equal liberation. In this fight the fool loses himself and despairs, until chains set him on a path he accepts without question for giving him purpose and rendering him found rather than lost. T
Ruined BeautyRuined Beauty by ~Picassos-Bathroom
We all have a drug of choice. Every single one of us. And, it doesn’t matter what it is, because we are all coming from the same place.
An uncontrollable urge to bolt from ourselves. From a part of us that feels frozen.
You can turn absolutely anything into a drug. If you beat your addiction to heroin, you might manifest a new addiction to yoga. If you put down the bottle and swear to never take a drink again, you can become addicted to AA meetings. If you stop working so much, you can always become an over-enthusiastic sports fan.
It’s all obsession. An obsession with not being present to our own lives.
Being present requires staying. And, staying requires an awareness of your desire to run away. And, being curious about who you really are.
When you want to be anywhere else but where you are, you are in hell. This is the only definition of hell that has ever made sense to me. And, we all find ourselves in hell from time to time.
Sometimes, all the t
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Nature's GrandchildrenLions have a thousand lands to conquer,
Formed from the stone intestines and
Dried blood of Earth.
Pigs have a thousand Last Meals to attend
Before they are brought to the back room
Of the farmhouse and beheaded in half-light
With a once polished cleaver.
Birds have a thousand rivers and hills
To see amongst the rolling clouds.
Dogs have a thousand owners to betray,
Taking more names than diseases of the mind.
Rabbits have a thousand feet to lose
And be placed inside boxes stored
In the farthest corner of the garage,
Beside the wind-up angels that need
A new coat of paint on their cherry red smiles,
And the jesters perpetually confined
To a wheelchair in their underwear,
And the vampire bats
Made of the most unholy plastic;
Left untouched until the glass walls break.
Cats have a thousand rats to leave unburied,
Who are only mourned by the children of the moon;
They taste the ripened dead and can still return home.
Sheep have a thousand shepherds to follow
Into alleyways and the headlig
Stone TreeWhen I entered Adam Valley High School I would smell the aroma of tobacco smoke and overpriced perfume in the air. Smelling the smoke had an obvious answer behind it; someone would leave a cigarette near the front steps. And it was always lit dimly, the orange glow would be slowly meeting its end. We eventually found out that it was Nathan Legerwood who did this every morning. And he must have felt good doing it. Smoking was prohibited at Adam Valley High, even when all the lights were turned off and there was no one around. And Nathan was never punished, even though people would state that he should from time to time. That they should take action to protect their children because they were first priority. But everyone was too tired to start taking action and that killed the idea and buried it six feet deep underground.
Nathan was a rather large boy, coming in at six feet and two inches tall and weighing roughly two hundred and fifteen pounds. And he was only sixteen years old. He had
Cheer Up, SunshineI wander with a recently shattered mind,
Through fields most unkind.
A church boy who walks alongside me wants to die
Should bear the blood-stained hands.
Overwhelmed by pain, he can barely stand.
We rest in a desecrated belvedere.
His eyes are vitiated by tears.
The Pale Ones first infected my mother,
And now my brother.
(Related not in blood, but in sin.)
I do not wish to disregard the agony and fear that is consuming him from within,
So like many before me I decide to flense
Away the weakest of men
That we have left;
Misery once more commits theft
And will again.
I am not disturbed, I just use common sense.
The round from the rifle strikes him in the forehead
And blood runs down in a steady stream;
This moment appears to me as nothing more than a dream.
I breath slowly and think of what was said
By Frederick, the man whose heart I touched, and who in turn
Ran away with mine.
I still hope he will return.
Until then, cheer up, Sunshine.
Caged animals do not love.I used to be a painter
Heavy brush strokes
My ugly shell
and filled the cracks.
Until one day-
The doors broke down
and the wind blew you in
Like a storm
You filled my utopia
You would whisper
Between sips of
Your forked tongue
Couldn't cure itself
Of these habits.
Too blind I was to notice
You were leaking from every pore
An ugly black
Until one day-
You were gone
Leaving your poisons behind
I can only hope
Be more than
The Devil's SerenadeA soft whisper
Beckoning me forth
It wants something
I give in to the calls
The voice gets louder
The satisfaction in Its tone
Makes me feel
It grabs me by the arm
Soft music starts to play
A gentle voice
Telling me what to do
Makes me feel safe
Makes me feel loved
I will never be alone
With the Devil
A Possessed MindThey told me I was a girl
And that I could only love a man
So my love for Her must mean
I have demons.
Why do I have this urge
To love Her and cherish Her
When She can never be more
Than my best friend?
They say I'm damaged
That I'm blinded by my broken heart
Some even laugh
And call me names.
Of mocking me
And calling me crazy
Can we please just have me
A Writer's Commandments1. Thou shalt remember thine's purpose of writing. Never forget why ye wanted to beest a writer.
2. Thou shalt not plagiarize another writer's work. It's disgusting.
3. Thou shalt remember thou art human. Humans maketh mistakes.
4. When thou shalt face rejection or failure, ALWAYS rise up again. Persistence is the force that helps us climbeth the pillars to success.
5. Thou shalt devoteth thyself to thou's craft wholeheartedly. How serious art thee about thine writing, HMMM???
6. Respect thine fellow writers, for their acknowledgement is thine's true validation.
7. Thou shalt not deny one's creativity or be ashamed of ye quirkiness. Ye may seem insane, but all geniuses seem so.
8. Thou shalt strive to BLOW MINDS and KICK ASS!
9. When thee has reached thine's definition of success, (I.e become published, acknowledged by all) thou shalt dance like a spaz and feel like a rock star.
10. CHANGE THE WORLD THINE'S OWN WAY.
Writer ImmortalI dream to be remembered,
Recalled for the beauty of my soul bonded into the pages.
Infused into the worded ink that is my lifeblood.
I aspire for my emotions wrapped between the covers to be unravelled by curious minds.
To share with them the world I had conceived, beckoning adventure and igniting romance.
I strive for the writer's victory of making a story resonate in people's hearts.
Hoping that my words will echo through the world, changing people, comforting lives.
One day I hope, when I'm dead and gone,
a piece of me will be sitting on the shelves of my beloved kindred spirits,
waiting to be opened again, like a reunion between old friends,
where we shall reminisce of those vibrant moments where we both smiled and cried.
Tattered or new, patiently waiting to be discovered or found once again.
And forever shall I remain in this world, remembered for what I have done,
through the actions of the characters that shall shine on without me.
Dreamer UnawakenedIn a crowded room, filled with shallow souls,
Notebook and pen my company.
I sat alone, contently on my own
When a Dreamer sat beside me.
An artful mind, personal style, indifferent to the latest trends
That was the day, I had found a friend
And so began our story.
She didn't know she was a Dreamer.
You can tell that she was unaware,
By the way she asked about my thoughts,
When I had thought that no one cared.
She listened to my soft replies, wonder sparkling in her eyes
I pondered what she saw inside
A quiet mouse like me.
She always reminded me she was a Dreamer
Using a brush called "personality"
Painting through life, changing colors, with
Confidence and Bravery.
Splashing emotions onto canvas, she shares her world that I can't see
She put a pen into my hand one day,
And smiled, "Share yours with me?"
She showed me I'm a Dreamer
Unveiling my ability
To make rainbows out of black and white,
Breathing life into my fantasies.
The empty page that blankly stared, as bleak as my life used
The Seven Deadly SinsThe errors of the people, the sins of God, creation,
Are no more holy than valiance, devastation.
The seven sins of people, errors of life,
What are they but human nature, strife?
Wrath, what we feel, we give.
We descend upon them, kill those who live.
Where is our order? Our judgment, our honor?
Where is the peace? Are we all goner?
Greed, gluttony, what we want is what we need.
We want, we eat, when there are more mouths to feed.
What we want becomes what we need,
Last, we have finally sowed the seed.
Sloth, the lazy, the unwilling,
While someone else does the killing.
The need of comfort, oh so great,
We are always tampered by fate.
Pride, where it shall be one's downfall,
When we die, we know who to call.
We have lost the time when we saw,
When we succumb, all we will do is bawl.
Lust, the betrayer, the corruption of body,
Destroyer of all things, all things godly.
Lose yourself to the will of fire,
And soon we will be lighting the pyre.
Envy, jealousy, the corruption of heart,
WhirlpoolA swirling tide in an ocean of calm,
Spiraling storm on Heaven’s palm.
Raging clouds on a clear open sky,
As we look, at moving emotion’s eye.
Flowing life through tender stream,
Tranquility we shall not redeem.
Revolving waves, turbulent seas,
Tempestuous after a serene breeze.
Star-fall ripples on moon’s torrent,
Surging peace, deed’s abhorrent.
A gaze of solitude, potent illusion,
A restless place of God’s confusion.
Glancing blow on an inferno blue,
As we soar across that azure hue.
Shining light as we looked afar,
Nothing left, a drifting lone scar.
Shattering Blood, Cold IceShattered our realization,
No more dedication.
Just like cold blood on ice,
You have just rolled the dice.
Smashing it would not break it.
Lighting a fire that could not lit.
What you did not know,
Is that you would not go.
On those snowing icy plains,
Would you think it was games?
The blood of an innocent, why?
Was it just to keep your lie?
On those snowy winter remains,
It is not red, when it rains.
Could there not be another way,
Had you no more words to say?
You tried your perfect little scheme,
Buttering it up, adding some creme.
Did you think that I had no eyes?
Did you think I could not see those lies?
Is this the real you? Was that a veneer?
Could you always have been this queer?
I'm trying to find your answer,
Why, why? Where was this cancer?
The blood is flowing down now,
I could not believe you had the gall.
To break it, and then to destroy it.
To kill it, and then replace the pit?
Aurora High - Chapter 1Maizy
I sat in Room F100, nervously fiddling with a lock of my messy blonde hair. I was alone apart from my little sister, who sat looking out of the window. The sunlight shone through the window onto her vivid ginger hair. Her warm hazel eyes looked anxious.
“Amber?” I asked.
“Yep?” she replied in her mousy voice.
“You ready for this?”
“Yep!” she winked and gave me a thumbs up.
The door to the science lab opened and a second redheaded girl appeared from behind it, holding a strange pair of shoes. Her pale, serious face was framed by two symmetrical auburn plaits.
“It’s no good, guys.” she said.
“What?! No, come on Jade, tell me you’re joking!” I complained. Amber looked equally annoyed.
“I’ve investigated it thoroughly. There’s no way it will work. You’ll die.” she said firmly, adjusting her thick milk-bottle glasses.
“I could just have one go to make sure
Aurora High - Chapter 2Maizy
A few days had passed since one of the most embarrassing moments of my life and I feared all efforts Jade and I had put in to get Maroon to notice me were for nothing. Nevertheless I would keep trying. A girl can dream, right?
“Maizy, Maizy, MAIZY!” Jade was snapping her fingers in front of my face and was giving me a stern look. I snapped back in reality.
“You zoned out again, that’s the third time this lunch break. You’re really starting to worry me.”
She turned back to eat her sandwich, to that I realised that my hand had been in a packet of crisps for a while and would probably smell of cheese and onion for a good few minutes afterwards. Without looking up I popped the straw to my drink in my mouth, slurping what happened to be an empty can.
“Please stop doing that, I swear my ears will bleed and that’ll be so uncool.”
I coughed on my few droplets of drink, to my surprise Violet was sitting opposite to me and I had
Aurora High - Chapter 3Sunny
“Maizy is going to jump off the roof tomorrow lunch time. We have to go and watch!” Jasper was nagging me as I packed my things away on my desk.
“It wont be funny if she gets seriously injured.” I told him. He sighed as we exited the classroom.
“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Jasper panicked.
“What?” I asked urgently.
“Call me in exactly thirty seconds.” He muttered under his breath.
“Why-” my sentence was cut off by a streak of black darting in between us.
“Jasper!” said Noire’s husky voice as she hugged him tightly. She had long, straight black hair that framed her porcelain face and fell onto her leather jacket.
“Oh, hey… you.” Jasper’s false enthusiasm was painful to watch. He awkwardly patted her back and moved out of the hug.
“You didn’t meet me after school yesterday?” when she was annoyed, she would poke her lip ring with her tongue. Thi
Artist Blue - The Lonely Assassin
America in the 16th century was a time filled with mystery and curiosity, but most of all it was a time of hardship, and a moment in human existence that was filled to the brink with a fear of the unknown. I shall return, speaks John White to the slowly forming English settlement below him as he stands atop a massive wooden ship. Soon this land will permanently become our home, Roanoke. It shall forever be remembered as a great triumph.
The crowd cheers as the ship sets its sails and travels far from the views of the ladies and gentlemen among this new colony. One of these women is named Margaret; she walks politely over to the edge of the village and stares into the lovely forest. Suddenly the leaves shake, source unknown. She cautiously peers towards the birthing area of the noise, only to jump in shock as it jumps out at her. A young native child runs immediately past her, screaming in his tongue, which is completely nonsensical to everyone around. The child
Everyone Screams, When The Little Girl Dreams.
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams.
The world turns to black when the children play tick tack.
The siren will call, and it will be heard by all.
There is a silence unknown, to those who are unshown.
It will take your heart, and rip your soul apart.
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams...
The man with a rotten face, will put you in your place.
The girl with a knife is quick to end your life.
The snow will fall, and the children will play, we shall.
People will leave, no one shall breathe.
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams... of Silent Hill.
Beauty Exists In Dead Smiles
He smiles lovingly into her eyes.
He's never loved anyone else as much as her in the entire world.
She stares back unblinkingly at him.
He smiles, "You are so beautiful." He says before kissing her upon her pale lips.
He lifts up her body and proceeds to kiss her passionately.
He loves her. But she never got the chance to hear him say the words.
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