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The Girl Who Dreamt of Never Being AloneThere was a time,
Where I never smiled.
It was time in which I never cared much.
Not for anyone,
Not for anything.
When I was younger,
People thought it was just a phase.
That I'd soon over come my shyness,
And have friends.
But I never changed.
People grew scared,
Thinking I had some type of black magic in me.
They thought I was depressed,
Or that I had secrets I couldn't tell anybody.
They sent me to many strange people,
To therapists dressed in covers of white.
But nothing ever changed.
Their worries grew into disgust.
Their stares of pity,
Into painful stares of hatred.
The kind and scared words became sharper.
And each one,
Left a new scar on my heart.
The truth is,
I didn't care.
Not for anyone,
Not for anything.
Right?
They could do what they wanted.
It wouldn't bother me.
My walls grew so tall,
My heart...
It turned to stone.
At the age of nine,
I was just empty.
I didn't feel anything,
Only dull and hollow.
I felt like a doll.
Emotionless.
Only thing

Don't let me forgetDon't let me forget

the words that I want

the words that I need

to write

to type

to say

Don't let me forget

the ideas

that come in a spur of a moment

and have the chance to become something great

Don't let me forget

the people

the creatures

the gods

the demons

the heroes

the villains

that I have created

with all of their details

down to their last flaw

Don't let me forget

the worlds and places

ones that are my own

and others that already exist

Don't let me forget

how all these things come together

to make something magical

Let me remember

my story

i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my stomach and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.

JuniorFinally, an upperclassman
The year seems to fly by
As you wait for the coveted title of Senior
But you feel stuck
As your boyfriend is off at college
Experiencing
And you are still here
Waiting
And you want him to come back
And you hope he comes back
So you get promise rings
So he has to promise to come back
And sometimes he comes back every weekend
And sometimes not for a month
And sometimes promises are broken
And you are up until the early morning
Fighting
Meanwhile, you are suddenly aware of how
Different you are from everyone
All your friends are picture-perfect
Cookie-cutter representations of
The Ideal Teenager
And every morning, you

Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?

You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be

I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirror
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.

He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But

The Stage of LifeThe lights flare up,
glaring at me,
accusing me;
sirens screaming their judgements.

I stand in front of the light,
made up on the stage of life.
The gun's in my hands,
the body's on the ground,
the blood's decorating the floor.

Tired, rehearsed shouts echo,
"You have the right to remain silent..."
"Please, son, can you tell me you didn't do it..?"
"anything you say can and will be used against you..."
"You've always been such a good boy,
tell the policeman the truth..."
"You're innocent until proven guilty."

You want the truth?
That wasn't in the script,
honesty was never written...

Do you expect me to spill,
explode with all these secret

FakeIn my mind,
I see the light.

The light shines in my eyes,
Causing me to be blind.

The blindness makes me see things,
Things like the future.

I feel dizzy,
My world is turning.

I see the light,
It blinks in my vision.

Oh, how I could’ve been good for you,
Don’t be so cruel to me.

People crowd around,
I want to see what’s going on.

Alas, I see a dreadful thing,
A boy is crying.

People are laughing,
Picking on him because he’s weak.

I push through the crowd,
Extending a hand towards him.

He smiles, grins with tears in his eyes,
He grabs my hand.

I pull him up and hug him,
I’m finally wanted.

Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?

No.

lily pads.I let you crack me open
and allowed your sadness
to fill my empty chest.

Tears; like sea salt
on my ribcage–

From the nourishment
of your remorse,
flowers began to bloom
inside the crevice
of my breastbone.

Tick tockTick tock

Time is running out.

Don't you dare waste it.

Doesn't matter if you look.

Up,down left or right.

Won't cheat this time.

Stuck on a question I see.

Didn't you studied last night?

Tsk, tsk shame on you.

You see,i'm the clock that's hangs in every classroom.

Tick tock I am the clock.

Should I slow down for your sake?

Need more time?

No can do!

I wont wait for you.

I go slow, when you don't want to.

I go fast when you desperately need more.

Isn't it funny?

To see all your faces.

Stressing

Working

Nervous

And confused.

Tick tock minutes are seconds now.

Better scribble down your last answers

For I declare it is o

Story of Evil (Fairy Tail Ver)Hey guys! Haven't published something in ages! IM STILL ALIVE XD. I wanted to start a new story, even though I have like 4 other stories to do, I will be updating them very soon, maybe tomorrow. I will give you some info about my other stories.
The Demon boy and The Girl- Is still alive, I have written the chapter, but haven't got around uploading it. GOMENASAI .

Anyways... onto this one. I've been obsessed with Kagamine Rin and Len, well for a long time. And I LOVE THE STORY OF EVIL (if you dunno them, its like a bunch of songs that makes a sad story that I love) and I decided, why not make a Fairy Tail ver.
I've been in love with the songs

the writer's diseasemy conversations become
blurs of i-miss-you's
littered on the cold floor of empty promises.
you deserve something more than
silhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heart
filling it with tricks of light
that try to hide away the darkness.

sit down and stay for a while--
except i'm going to go
because i never learned how to keep
the beautiful things
for more than a little at a time;

i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettes
one word after the other after the other,
exhaling them all with my cancer
and my thick, black lungs.

and they say a cigarette takes seven minutes
from your life--
yet these words take memories from mine,
str

Choice Between Two WomenTwo choices stand before you, at your left and at your right,
Both ladies passionate for you, landing you with a plight;
Who would you choose to be your wife,
To live with her till death, for the rest of your life?

Would you choose the woman who glows with grace?
With her long silky hair framing her beautiful face?
Whose tainted heart lies beneath the fake facade,
A heart so dark, her beauty flawed?

Or would you go with the girl whose scarred face horrifies all?
Whose horrid appearance cause eyes to fall?
Whose looks, however, is betrayed by her soul,
A kind-hearted aura that envelops her whole?

As the two women stand before you, the

UnavoidableAvoiding the unavoidable
Breaking the unbreakable
Conning the character of
Death

Everybody’s always
Fighting for more time

Getting and taking all it needs
Hell is selfish, selfish indeed.

I watch from the window
Jeering calls, bring people to their
Knees
Like toy soldiers they fall to the ground.

Men and women alike
Never again to see the light of day
Only in my memory do they live on.

People running and screaming
Quickly the dead start to fade.
Racing to rescue those few
Surviving souls
That are left
Unable to escape the
Vile, nightmare world
World war may bring.

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Hope in an Eternal War.The Trial was that of rebellion
against Creation and the Creator.
What was lost was great and Dear,
But such was not hope.
And such was not faith.
A Third of Heaven's loyalty lost.
Yet a master plan set in motion.

The Truth is not Treachery!
The Truth is not Treason!
A Fallen Host is consumed by so bitter a loss.
Of Woe and calamity is Debate on Creation.
Should not the creation be humbled before the creator?
A shame that humilty
is too often overcom by pride.

Yet Divided, the Afterlife thrives.
It's Existance flourishes by the free will of man.
The War is old, yet it has only grown,
like any other war in time.
Yet I have s

InevitableI can only say that I am sorry for my actions,
and hope to redeem myself.
Living in regret is not an option I choose,
but such is inevitable.
My memories will forever inspire and haunt me,
but such is inevitable.
Many things shall fall apart by my own hand.
But such is inevitable.
Let these words justify me to an extent.
Let these words bring around the redemption key to glory.
Let these words be me eulogy, for my end is all but expected.
so my lamentations shall be kept behind my sinning tongue.
May my God bring me down,
so that I may climb up in his honor
May my God allow me Grace,
So that I may live in Peace upon this Earth.

The Hate in My EyesSuch a rage should not be harbored within,
Yet some rules are made to be broken.
The Hate in my Heart has come with age,
and bares an offering of revenge.
The Hate in my Eyes comes with action,
and it bares an offering of Suffering.
I cannot give in, I cannot let myself loose.
Unleashed, no good could ever be done.
Let go, and my name will only be shattered.
Let my prayer be my final solution.
And may it do me well.
For I am lost and all but found,
In a Hellish world of my making.
I only roam free, but in a fraction of peace,
By the grace of God,
and my leash grows tighter with every step.
'Tis only a matter of time
before I

I'll see you soon enough.My wish is to see you once more,
To speak to you one last time,
Before I carry on as long I am needed.
I roam this world, the shell of ny former self.
Hollowed through and through by a loss too great.
This shell is hard and barren,
Full of hate and regret,
for and from whom I am unsure...

All I ask...All I wish...
A Familiar hand upon my shoulder.
A Familiar voice to comfort me...
A Familiar face for me to pray with...
A loss so great, has gone unanswered.
And each day I wither with its memories.
Yet no tears fall from these faithfully bitter eyes.
And Endless Thought brings me to my knees.

I can't help but think about it...D

Rhetorical DegradationUnexplainable is this matter at hand.
Lethargic is common state of mind
towards the future of this world.
And let a chill go down my spine,
each and every time that it comes to mind.
Am I the only one who see's the degradation around me?
Or is Ignorance truly bliss in a burning world?
Not a single question of significance
has yet to be answered!
No living soul should live in a world such as this.
For the actions of the living
are but a Rhetorical Degradation to the dead.

Inexcusable is the modern moral leading mankind!
Constantly do things change simply for the worst,
And not a thing is done to turn it into progression.
Inste

Weapon of ChoiceThis War has yet to end, and it has yet to yield.
I was brought to Grace by the Calamity of my words,
So may I preach the words of Calamity.
For I have seen the eyes of an Oblivion in the making.
I have stared deep into its black abyss,
And gladly spat into its gaping hole of old wounds.
Without him, I am Godless! Without me, He is He.
With Temptation, I am but a sinner! Without me,
Temptation is but a complexe ideal,
a guilty beggar in the streets.
Show me the honor within your strife, oh enemy of mine!
Show me the true and just Struggles
you face by the actions of our creator!
Show me the illusions documented in scriptures,
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Autobiography

by ~GrubbsWriting, Nov 16, 2012, 8:10:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.

You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.

Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.

Autobiographyby ~GrubbsWriting

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~GrubbsWriting

It was God and Death itself that made me who I am.

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~Char739 Nov 17, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

This is such a beautiful poem!

You did a wonderful job, I will definitely read this again

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~khast3h Nov 16, 2012 Professional Interface Designer

great work, I wish i could see a larger version of the image, and could see the details, its amazing

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~WalkingWithMetaphors Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Exceptional verse. I have requested it for inclusion in both of my groups. You are truly gifted.

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~RAE8892 Nov 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow . . . Um . . . Wow!

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~DarthSithari Nov 16, 2012

...I'm scarred, and I don't rightly know why.

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