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After The RainAfter The Rain

Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me

Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end

And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell

To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all

Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father Time
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World

FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can…if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry…I'm goi

On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some time
And I really can't do anything about it.

I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.

You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.

I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,

and that's the end of it.

Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.

I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.

When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.

For me
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that

Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.

Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.

And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye

Infused: Trenestrian PrayerThis prayer was said to ward of Varhiin from the Trenestrian race of people.

Trin og lea ro hraag, ur uon lye, Dee Suum.
Tru, Dee Suum, inreg frne, ket Varhiin dro ray.
Reg ol ti so, yre uus frh guntirion Varhiin.
Ma ti Violgeht, inreg Eukrati.
By ti lea re uus, inreg fru'um, aaut ti spil re inreg troen Relitrin, wuus Scal.

Which, based on the rough English translation, means:

Peace to our souls, you kindly grant, Traan.
Without doubt, Traan, our leader, keep Varhiin at bay.
Save for the evil, may us not become overcome by Varhiin.
You the Eternal, our Lord.
By the souls of us, our ancestors, and the blood of all Trenestrains, we P

Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.

Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.

"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."

A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a

Frank's MonologueFRANK: What's happening to me? Why do I feel so strong, so free, so (pauses, takes out pills and looks at them) happy…no! (Throws down the pills) These are but just a prescribed opium, a hallucinogen on reality…they blind me from the truth, which has NEVER been clearer, NEVER been more brilliant, NEVER been this enjoyable…but is the truth worth it? (Takes out the engagement ring) To know how I truly feel about something? (picks up the pills) For the truth, that hurts my beloved but sets me free, or for the suppressor that calms me down, pins me up against the wall of my mind, and allows me to go through life without questi

anonymous.i don't really know
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
really was
or am.

i never got why i'm
so clingy
and clueless,
why i don't know
how to be
independent.
my exterior may
show it,
but i sure don't
have it.

i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
speak things
that I pretend to
care about.
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.

i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without

Infused Preview: Emile Emile is the main protagonist of the novel and series Infused. He is the first point of view the reader experiences during the book. He is a 6'2 Caucasian man, taken in to X-31 Test Facility, located in now-destroyed Manhattan, at age 26, four days before his 27th birthday. Reasons for this unknown, he one day miraculously escapes the facility in hopes of a welcoming outside, but what he finds terrifies him.
Emile has what is most likely the most amazing of all powers in Infused. He has the speed of a cheetah, claws like the head of a swordfish, and one ability with unknown origin; this power is what he calls Copycat. When he drinks the bl

A VisionA Vision

Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone

On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep

AcheIt comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.

Letters To God
There's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I

Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.

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i wanna find direction, see...
something that speaks to me.

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there's quite a lot going on
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dark placeshere, in the future
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stories remain static
even now
the worlds full of dark places
but we can formulate light
it's simple, really
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far-fetched mindframe
no self-sealed fate
=of insane=
then
it becomes clear
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days are merely numbers, so i gather
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*nothing matters*
here, in the future
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A New Directiontransition is inevitable
societal change is overdue
moving forward will correct it all
it's something we need to do
profits are poison and
the greedy get infected
lots of lives get destroyed
we need a new direction

we're being tricked into depleting
our atmosphere by burning
a natural resource we don't even need
yet the world keeps on turning
long after we're gone
the earth remains sturdy
no matter how many atomic bombs
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enlighten the minds
we'll manage to cope
cuz there's still time
there's still a way out
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step into the future now
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by ~DavidAtwell, Nov 13, 2011, 9:32:30 PM
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The wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.

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this is.... different. definitely different.

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~Alyssa00045 Nov 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Different is good.~

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~sketchyraptor Nov 14, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful. I love this one!!!!

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