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SovereignThe sovereign that reigns
Over the grey sky
Keeping close to faith
As fear draws to mind
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girl
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With greens
And browns.

With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.

A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.

She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
Vivid pinks
And royal purples.

She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
Empty burrows
And closed caverns.

But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear
Love TriangleHe loved her,
And would do anything for her,
But there was always someone in the way.
He couldn't show her how he really felt,
He knew she didn't feel the same.

But how could he compete with him.
He was everything she wanted,
And he was nothing more than a friend to her.

This guy was perfect, more perfect than anyone she had ever met,
And he was everything to her.
So how could he live up to those expectations?
How could he be everything she wanted?

The guy she was so fond of manipulated her,
And deceived her,
He knew very well his hands weren't clean.
He knew that he could get into her head,
And twist her words around.
He ha
Writing a PoemIf only it was simple to write poetry...
To have the ability to write what you wanted
And to find inspiration anywhere,
May it be from nature, war, friends, anything.
I wish I could take up my pen
And write beautiful words
All intertwining and maybe even rhyming.
Or maybe I could put my hands
To my keyboard with meaning
And just, well, type.
But it's really not that simple
To write a decent, or beautiful poem.
It takes time, and practice.
And practice.
And practice.
And guess what?
You're right, practice.
But once you finally have that poem,
Completed and strong,
You know it's worth the effort.
Well, most of the time.
Unl
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his hand
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry
I Want You GoneMy life is in a spin,
I'm moving way to fast.
Please stop before I hit the ground.

My head is spinning in circles,
And I just feel like dying.
Please help me before I lose my mind.

You're in my head,
And I want you out.
I won't let you bring me down.
I'm going to stand on my own two feet.

This is my life, not yours,
So stop trying to live it.

I want you gone,
And out of my life for good.
Don't bother with me because I'm not interested.
Go live your own life,
And get out of mine.

You better brace yourself,
Because I'm about to lose control,
It's you left,
Before you do something wrong.

My life is in a spin,
All because y
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even tho
I'm Tired of Being FakeI'm tired of all this,
     Pretending to be happy,
             Hiding that zombie I know is me.
Please,
      Can someone tell me when I can be me?
That cold and uncaring human you all despise…

Don't look at me as though I'm dead,
      It's more like I'm numb.
Only few emotions rule my being,
      However my loyalty is king.
Gain it and you'll have me.
I can also feel shallow waves of love,
       Small butterflies flutter in my heart.
Should someone gain this love;
       They should be a god amongst mortals.

I'm tired of all this though.
       The fake smiles and mechanical laughter;
              I desp
Quiet  When will it stop? The pain that hurts her fragile chest.
No... It's inside. Deep inside where she thinks her heart is.
When will it stop? She hates that she still feels this depressed.

She misses you. She hates to say it; hates you.
For everything you did. She still doesn't understand.
It still feels like it happened out of the blue.

Yeah. She's still hurting. She thought this whole thing would work.
But it didn't. There is no friendship. Just two different people.
She just continues to go on with her sad little smirk.

But she wishes she knew everything. But then again, she wishes for it not.
If you are reading this, she wants
The Girl That Created SoundWith a spark of inspiration
The girl picked up her palette
And retrieved her brush
Before watching closely

She saw her creatures gather
Close together
But without communication

She splashed a shiny brown
Onto her canvas
With small pieces of black

She added fine lines for string
And gaping holes for pipes

The girl carefully painted
Something on their faces
For sound to come from

With a delighted laugh
She created letters
Calligraphy
And painted them into her books
And upon the minds of her people

She gave her creatures voice
With each careful stroke
And tentative creation
And hummed song

She painted whispering gossip
U
Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughts
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...
Pretty?Pretty,
that six lettered word.
So foreign to me,
so hard to see.
It's not my fault i loath myself,
 even thought at days its almost gone.
I dont know how long it will take,
the scares that are created.
But please dont give up, on me.
JupiterIn a crazed dream I swore to protect him
To keep him far from creeping shadows
And the death that still escapes me
As I gave his arms my cursed blessing
And knelt to his everlasting power
With hope for a sign from past

But he dared to raise his eyes
To meet my own tear stained orbs
With a caring and sparkling smile
As he grabbed me by a scarred hand
To present to me a new hope

He showed me an eternally shining sky
One that I had glanced at many times before
But he revealed hidden treasures I had never seen
He gestured to each constellation with his voice rising
And falling with each myth recited to me
He showed me each dream t
AliceShe is bound by padded silk chains
Along a cold white wall with no windows
But it has a simple door just small enough
For ideas to be taken and hidden far away
Beyond the failing distance her mind can see from

But she is still forced to hold eternally close
To the words she spouted carelessly in her past
That whispered and shouted of clouds and birds
That loyally took new shapes for her
As a fortune most simply cannot see
Nor will they ever attempt to glimpse

Still he promised to forever love her
And follow her wisps no matter where they float to
With her mentalities cracked and all
As he jumps first into pitfalls and secrets
Is this Really You?Your happiness
Is due to my sadness
Seeing me sad
Makes you glad
Your heart is so cold
And you only know how
To act bold,
That is how the story will be told.
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Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughts
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...
The Girl That Created SoundWith a spark of inspiration
The girl picked up her palette
And retrieved her brush
Before watching closely

She saw her creatures gather
Close together
But without communication

She splashed a shiny brown
Onto her canvas
With small pieces of black

She added fine lines for string
And gaping holes for pipes

The girl carefully painted
Something on their faces
For sound to come from

With a delighted laugh
She created letters
Calligraphy
And painted them into her books
And upon the minds of her people

She gave her creatures voice
With each careful stroke
And tentative creation
And hummed song

She painted whispering gossip
U
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girl
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With greens
And browns.

With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.

A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.

She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
Vivid pinks
And royal purples.

She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
Empty burrows
And closed caverns.

But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear
Six Word Story!And
      his
          crown
                  went
                          tumbling
                                        down...
One That Burns FireA little man holds fire in his hand
Something known all across the land
Still he is unable to catch a glimpse
Though modern machines have tried since
Yet he is safe behind weary masks
Forever amused by tedious tasks
Keeping hold to slight burst
While watching in simplistic mirth
But that little man does not know
That which he holds shares a common foe
And as his mind begins to fall
It cannot bother him at all
For a true flame will never die
When there is still one left to cry

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Stolen

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Can you find
What was hidden
To pay no mind
Over hearts smitten
Can you face
Our stares again
Before the chase
From fellow men
Can you see
What you have done
By setting free
Possessions of one
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This poem was inspired by a real-life topic. I suppose this is my venting! In other words, as a friend of mine says, it means "f*ck you b*tch!" Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! :)
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~Be-Back-Soon Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is really cool! Great job! :D
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~BelaRoseWolf Sep 24, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :D
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~Be-Back-Soon Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problem!
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~deviant-nom Sep 2, 2012
Smitten :') but it feels like you're holding back feelings here, knowingly or not, don't fear them, grasp them and use them to fuel you, let it remain raw :D
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~BelaRoseWolf Sep 2, 2012  Student Writer
Yeah, I felt that too with this one... Thanks for the advice! :D
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Mood: Love ~suzukoyan Aug 30, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
O.o it's cool and creepy, not sure why it creepy tho
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~BelaRoseWolf Aug 30, 2012  Student Writer
Is it really creepy? Hm... And thank you for the comment, as well as the favorite! :)
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~suzukoyan Aug 31, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
i don't know maybe i was in the creepy mood when i read it
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~BelaRoseWolf Aug 31, 2012  Student Writer
I see...
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~suzukoyan Aug 31, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
:) :hug:
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