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Darkness in CalligraphyThe pen is mightier than the sword
With your jet-black heart you
sear through the souls in my story
rip through the pages and burn them in
stacks (fire of water, drowning it all)
Your pen's nib cuts into the paper of
my once white heart, the
darkness will rule because
your words have closed my doors
shut me out from the light and
left me bare with the darkness
Now I'm sitting here, bleeding ink

and pondering heartbreak
because only sword wounds can heal
because
tape will never work on my ripped out heart

BloomWinter's diamond snow has gone
From dry dust arises a gleam of gold
h for sunlight
c
a
e
R

they sing silent songs of joy
hear it in the wind, the trees
endless gardens, endless sky
light from the darkness
For wilted forsythias do not exist here

Star Shine"Star Shine"

The moon is rising once again
And here you are, my dear best friend
Take my hand and feel my grace
Let's make haste and leave no trace

In this gentle night of calm
Place your hand onto my arms
Through the trees there is this space
Heaven watches; we embrace

Feel the passion; just imagine
All the good things that can happen
Like a dream, I'll paint the scene
As we follow star shine's beam

Let's keep walking; always talking
Ignore the shadows haunt and stalking
I'm not complaining that it's raining
The scene is stunning like a painting

Don't look back onto your past
Leave it like a ripped up rag
Eyes are focused on this time
T

The Evolution of a UnicornI am a unicorn,
Rare, wild, and free.
But I'm being held,
In the reins of society.
She pulls me sharply,
And won't let me act out.
"Stop!
I'm my own unicorn!"
I want to shout.
She leads me to a stall,
Where awaits my downfall.
Society has clippers,
Big, scary, and long.
She says I must change,
Because I don't belong.
With a grand gesture,
She cuts off my horn.
So now I'm a horse,
Which means a forlorn unicorn.

Clowns"Clowns"

There was one time when I was a kid
I hid in the circus at the age of six
Because all I remember is him following me around
A creepy clown with an upside-down frown

To say the least; this clown was not funny
It's more amusing watching bees make honey
With his stupid flower; he squirted my eyes
He made a little boy sad; oh God why?

With his big shoes; he invaded my bubble
I swear this clown was nothing but trouble
He failed at making those animal balloons
He wrapped himself up; what a buffoon!

Watching him juggle was really a bore
He dropped all the balls right on the floor
Then on his unicycle he kept spinning around
And circling

My MonstersI can't breathe.
It's too tight.
I hear so many things,
can't trust my sight.

The monsters surround.
No, they're not really here.
They reach out to grab me.
They smell my fear.

Have I finally lost my mind?
Am I totally insane?
Is this all in my head?
Is it just a sick game?

Or are they really there?
Do they smile as I scream?
Do they laugh at my tears?
Please, let this be a dream.

But it's not a dream.
I can't get out.
A hand surrounds my neck,
no air to shout.

Tears stream freely.
They start to close in.
I pray to god to help me,
to forgive all my sin.

The world starts to fade.
I can no longer see.
I smile in bliss.
I'm finally free.

the truth.hope's flower is growing in my chest.
petals white, linen-soft
beaches and memories wrapped up
in the sheets
of an ancient love.

it is not my love nor yours,
it is the love of the whole universe -
a cornucopia of interconnected
emotion, from the sigh of spring grass
to the low exhale of the wave
after wave
after wave,
calling me home.

i have never felt more blessed,
doused in holy water it seems,
to be bounding about these plains of eternity
grace in my step; fluttering like a swan.
and in the untainted air
i breathe the essence and the
soul of life, see the glint of flawless sapphire
mirrored in your gaze.

the joy and sa

The PoetThe poet with laugh,
The poet will cry.
The poet will live,
The poet will die.

The poet will smile,
The poet will hurt.
The poet will break.
The poet will flirt.

The poet will love,
The poet will create.
The poet will shine,
The poet will hate.

The poet will inspire,
The poet will beam.
The poet will whisper,
The poet will scream.

The poet will write,
When the emotions are dear and true.
And when you piss them off,
That poem is about you.

What Makes You BeautifulYour smile.
Your eyes.
Your hair.
Your skin.
Your ears.
Your legs.
Your arms.
Your body.
Your mind.
Your heart.
Your soul.

That's what makes your beautiful.

Something 'Bout LoveI'm sitting by the phone,
Like I have been recently.

I'm constantly blaming myself,
Did I do something wrong?

I know my day will come,
Whenever that may be.

Love breaks your heart,
Love tears you apart.

Love is a healer,
Love is a medication.

Just hold on tight,
The pain is gone.

Don't give up,
It will all be ok.

Life Is BeautifulLife has its ups,
Life has its downs.

There are moments when we smile,
And moment when we frown.

There are times when we laugh,
There are times when we choke.

Life gives us joy,
Life gives us smoke.

Open up your eyes,
See that life is beautiful.

There are up and dons,
But that makes it eventful.

This is not the end,
Do not take the dive.

No one deserves to die,
So they can feel alive.

Trust No MoreI used to be able to trust you,
Thinking nothing would go wrong.

One day, things took a turn,
A wrong key in the song.

How do I know,
You won't do that anymore?

Can you keep that promise?
Will you make that score?

I worry about this,
As I drift off to sleep.

Don't make promises,
That you know you can't keep.

Now, things are different,
I never thought they would be.

I used to trust four people,
Now I"m down to three.

Girl with the ScarsI am the happy one, who likes to have fun.

I am the hyper, crazy one, who might randomly laugh.

I am the defiant one, who would never follow the rules.

I am the one with the scars and their secrets.

I am the messed up one, who thinks no one cares.

I am the helpless one, who can’t change her past.

I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside.

I am the one with the scars, and their angry message is a reminder of my weakness.

I am the strong one, who is determined to survive.

I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when pain was only a distant memory.

I am the childlike one, who remembers when ther

Sucker PunchLying on my back,
Why don't you kick me while I'm down?
I know your temptation,
I can see it in your frown.

Kick me in the face,
I've come back from worse.
Don't you dare worry,
Here comes my hearse.

Leave me here to die,
All alone in this room.
You know that I'm not strong.
I don't see light through the gloom.

Toss down a piece of rope,
And give me a wooden chair.
I see a ceiling beam,
And you see me dangling there

Working for my happiness,
Now it's come down to this.
I've done all I can do,
And I've blown my last kiss.

Tango with ideas the wind speaks ofShatter me into a million crystal hellos,
and a trillion emerald goodbyes.

Reduce me to the echoing of a once whisper,
upon a rustic, willow trunks ear.

Bleed me into a burgundy velvet ocean,
drowning a thousand forevers in its never.

Tread carefully around me,
tiptoe on wishes and desires,
step over long lost intimacies,
tango with ideas the wind speaks of.

Deconstruct me into a flock of incandescent creatures,
hovering over hopes and dreams,
conducting the orchestra of sensation,
tuning the instruments of our melody.

Hear me in the deepest of silences,
amplify me with infinite wishes,
made upon a billion white specks,
painted

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That the red thread is blood stained?
The thread that hold my life together
After all it was you how stained it
Now everything I do
Contain piece of you

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And all because of you
What good will it do to keep
The clean pieces?
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If I cut it lose now?)

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by ~Ekinawa, Feb 1, 2013, 3:22:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

i hate the way you twist me with a simple smile,
turning me inside out with just a word.
how can you do this much to someone like me?
i hate it, i do! i want it all to burn

(to the ground and
leave me alone

to throw myself into gluttonous dreams...

fleeting...
and
broken...)

why is it that you can shake that heart i long
ago tossed out the window? why is it that you
can make me feel? can't we just end this game
before the heart is pierced, broken and rotten?

(to forget and laugh about it

like
it's only a silly thought

nothing more.... )

how can you twist my tongue to disobey? now it's
only a lump of useless meat, too big to chew down.
the words i want to express are locked up and forgotten,
too dusty to be sincere. what kind of dirty tricks did you
use to get me so taken? why is it that i find myself with
my hands clenched around your neck?

(yet i'm to numb to crush...)

why do i find myself wanting you to tip me over
and pour me out? what did you do to get me
this shaken?

(without the option to
turn around and
run...)

p.s i hate you!

Just let me dieby ~Ekinawa

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

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OMG JUST SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME! RONDEK is taking over my life

it wasn't meaning that this would be something related to rondek but-but.... whyyy?!
it was just the meaning that they would only be a crack paring why have they become so cannon?!!
why am I seeing RONDEK everywhere!

FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS!!!!!

okay so rant over!

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*EDIT*

well sorry about my ranting... it's only that when i uploaded this i had just noticed how much this
poem fits the relationship between my OC and my friend's OC

so i had kinda a mental breakdown....

anyway... this poem was somehow meant to describe the feeling of someone who do not want to fall in love,
falling in love. (again fit's to well in on our OC's) and the words at the end "p.s i hate you" you can in your mind change it
to "p.s i love you" (if you want) because for me it felt like the perspectiv of the person i wrote it from is one of those calssic
liars that has a hard time expressing their feeling. and/or tried to deny the feeling they have and try to turn it into something else....

i was tempted to put "p.s i love you" in the end it even fit's better... but for me it didn't really fit well with the character concept....
i know i'm must seem strange for that decison... but that's how i felt....

also you have to excuse the lack of romance in this.... i have never been good at writing about love and i didn't want it write about all
that "sunshine and unicorn, mushy, mushy" stuff.... because it feels like it's way to many poems about that so instead i wrote some kind
of "emo love poem" instead.... (i know i know it's a billion poem about unhappy love too!) but that's what i felt like doing....

anyway i hope you like it even if it isn't that classic love poem you usually read... or idk maybe it is?

~TearDropSoul Mar 28, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

1st stanza:
1st line: capitalize I, add a comma after the word smile
2nd line: you need either a period or dash after the word word
4th line: capitalize all letter "I"s

3rd stanza:
1st line: capitalize why
2nd line: capitalize why
3rd line: capitalize can't

5th stanza:
1st line: capitalize how, capitalize now
2nd line: "to big to" needs to be written as "too big to"
3rd line: capitalize the, capitalize I,
4th line: to should be too, capitalize what
5th line: capitalize why and put a space between the why and the question mark, capitalize I
6th line: question mark after neck

6th stanza:
1st line: Capitalize why and I
2nd line: capitalize what
3rd line: question mark after shaken

End: capitalize I

Real Big Tip: Please remember to capitalize letter I's!!!!

~Ekinawa May 12, 2013 Student Writer

Well I know I have a generally problem with not capitalizing I's but in this poem I didn't want to use any capitalized words/letters/something because I didn't want to lay any "weight" on a special word or to make a word stick out more then another because I wanted to give it a feeling that no one of the words was really more "important" then another but what they build together. Even if I do know it isn't really correct if you look on a grammatical point of view or if anything of what I just said made any kind of sense but that's how I felt when i wrote it and it would for me feel a bit strange to capitalize some of the words.

Anyway thank you so much for the Critique I really appriciate it. :3

~gothicghostjcd Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Just sad n´beautiful

~Ekinawa Feb 2, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you!

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