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The People's PrincessWas that it,

She was no more than a silly wilful child?

How can a lost child  be silly?

Bemused, trapped between terror and rage,

seizing upon any prop that might seem to replace

that birthright of dignity somehow stolen from her,

somehow supplanted by the dread that prying eyes might

see into the heart of her disguise.

"Silly", a word to chide the child who should know better

but never will. The speaker void of the empathy

with which she might have plumbed

the child's lonely fears.
Free Write of the DayShe told me I shouldn't have missed
That time I tried to bite the bullet when I was pissed
She's always so busy in the fall
Making sure I mean to her nothing at all
I see a wave cresting, vesting me in debt
I see the pinnacle of failure and I haven't reached it yet
Some say there's hope until I'm dead
But I'd say my total clusterfuck is a sure bet
Guess what everyone? I don't need you
Because I learned to tightly tie my own noose
And I asked God if he thought this was dumb
Yeah the only time I talked to God, he told me I was scum
I'm macking in painfully seering rage
And I take it out sharply on the girl in my cage
I care no lon
Ever AfterAs children we believe in so many things
That the world is full of magic and happy endings
We believe Santa brings us gifts and that the villains never win
And that one day we'll meet our very own prince charming

We believe that a fairy turns our teeth to money
And that we're given eggs of chocolate by an easter bunny
We believe that at the end of every rainbow
Is a little green leprechaun and pot full of money

As we grow older we start to realise
That the magic isn't real and that Santa was a lie
The fairies don't exist and a bunny doesn't bring us eggs
That in reality it's just our parents in disguise

We begin to see that the wo
Letter to KokopelliKokopelli, mythic flutist
Does any of today's music
Hold up to your criteria?
Are modern composers worthy
Of the best praise one can recieve
Or of the most brutal disdain?

What modern songs do you enjoy?
How many infuriate you
With their pedestrian rhythms
And lack of creative lyrics?
Or are there songs I have not heard
That you whole-heartedly adore?

Do the songs of America
Sound to you, as they do to me,
To be dipping in quality?
Are you open-minded enough
To accept music's direction
As it is, forever an art?
ShatterLife is like a glass
Weakening over the years,
Being battered by storms
Until one day, it breaks.
 
Some are broken relatively quickly
Whether by accident
Or by-
Other events.
 
Mine has been cracked
and is slowly turning to dust...
 
Here I am.
This rope strangling my neck ever so gently
Like a lover's caress
Freedom for my weary spirit is only a step away
This is the last time.
 
Shatter.
The Ordeal Of A Noble LadyImagine how cruel that ancient world could be, where any moment might challenge survival. The city, cramped within its walls, seemed even so almost immeasurable to its teeming inhabitants, who, from dawn to dusk, struggled to keep encroaching poverty at bay.

But there were palatial buildings too, whose denizens brocaded themselves in sumptuous cloths, cut with all the art the guild of tailors could supply. Their imposing wealth paid also for the cathedral, where vast columns of stone provided a haven to still the sharp prods of conscience.

At the apex of the city the Earl’s Great Hall could be found. He was in his turn a vassal to the
*Stained Glass*Stained glass butterfly            
Sun streams through vibrant colours
Illusion of flight.

2013 Delice1941
10th April2013
Which Where I Lay
I rather like laying down.
Down here on the floor,
Beneath at where I can rest...
Below all that looks down on me
at that very moment.

My own little world
On the patch of wherever I lay,
Through into I can zone in & out of.
Out of sight yet within my mind
Down here falling up into imagination.

Down dark in where they hid me,
where irony shrouds their attention,
and the ignorance of my existence,
is for once my blissful time,
My own little world.

I tread where I tread
In the strange places of me
Down where peace avoids
the living so often,
Down here on the floor.
Timekeeper Tick. Tock.

He walks with a watch
A diamond clock in one hand
Strapped by a golden chain
The timekeeper man

Stars pause in their flicker
As he walks beneath the night
And houses remain still
With their windows and their light

His soft boots walk
Along the neverending path
The shadows are merely stilled
Frozen by their wrath

He is the only one alive
The only one about
In this timeless city
A city of dull doubt

The chime of the bell
Falls suspended in the air
Not a creature, not a sound
But save the aged heir

He walks with a watch
A diamond clock in one hand
Strapped by a golden chain
The timekeeper man

Tick. Tock.
When Silence Spoke
My head does not want to befriend reality
Persisting as it refuses to deal with normality
Disgusted I am with all forms of humanity
Society gave me nothing and everything but amity

I cannot hear, see nor can I talk due to my fatuity
But still I remain the loyal loving widow of civility
A tear didn't move them, I doubt my scream's dexterity

Looking at me, all they see is Lucifer's vanity
Somewhere in an abyss I lost my reason for Sanity
Suffocating under the dead sea of all formality
While eating me alive; the cannibalistic irregularity

Thursday, February 02, 2012
5.33 AM
No Longer Lost!Impossibly lost, where am I?
Panic sets in, tears in eye
Where is this place so full of fear?
Daylight is fading no people here.

Footsteps echo, shadows fall
Alone and lost not brave at all
Trembling limbs suddenly weak
Heart is thudding, rising beat.

What is that sound I think I hear?
Choir is singing somewhere near
Follow sound it will surely guide
To place of safety, no need to hide.

Wooden church appears in dark
Glorious voice sings like lark
Realization I am finally found
Music soothes, then surrounds.

2012 Delice1941
ShorelineYet the tide withdraws.
exposing a flattened saline shore

The gulls wheel above the empty
spaces where wading birds patrol,

their savage voices sounding
the ancient songs of the sea.
On The PodiumThe art of conductivity
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton

serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.
Without A Kingdoma thousand miles
       separates      us
and without you, i am
like a king without a kingdom.

bidding farewell in
       these winter winds,
you left along the coastline
and disappeared into the mountains –

goodbye, my love.

       a thousand miles,
               ahead and behind.

you have made me a knight
fighting battles without a sword.
Winning isn't everythingCongratulations.

Why, congratulations...you win!
And this will be the ninth time,
the ninth time you've won.
Soon enough, it'll be the tenth
and it's what I hate most about you -
how you want to win, all the time.

A mere joke can be twisted into
an inevitable argument, where
hot tears are shed and
relationships are broken.
That's why you're always,
always, going to be alone...
because you can't bear to lose,
'cause you're only used to winning.

Congratulations... you win,
and your prize?
A lifetime of loneliness.
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Spirit Blaze
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within

The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed

How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls

My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks

The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of t
Death Partings
Die they say
Die, die, die
It's all you have left to live for
All to ever hope for

Death
Let the death wash over you
As a wave black
That pierces the night spirit

But no
No, no, no
You shall not, will not
And ever not

...die

There is a Light that shines within
Something to be reconciled
Perhaps it really isn't what others think
But rather what is in your heart?

The Spirit will rise deep within
Praising God, denying all sin
Yet you still will not
Shall not listen

Listen I say!
To the cries throughout
The pain you cause
Will only bring about

Further deaths and further fires
So don't you die now
Don't you die now
Emerald
The leafy eyed savage
Quells deep from what is said
Gazing at that starless night
With no color left mislead

They stare desperately
Desiring the common known
No longing of the wait
The wander to be shown

Disfigured hues of green
Shimmer wordless annex
Within and without
The truths of the lest

Lifeless grooves jarred
Icing the colder dead
Leaving nothing, nothing
Nothing left unsaid

Inner cores of mindfulness
Seems to only be
That of which to live
Living in such doubtfulness

The brightly sharpened stare
Piercing deep thus hearts
But only then and only not
Ever throbbing marks
Perspective
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind

The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within

Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence

Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal

The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
Ignorance
Submit to the ignorance they said
With calls of sureality dreary
Unaware, and unexposed to thus
The turmoiled truths of life

They said to fall behind such
To be defended from the darken past
Something to hold on to
Something that would last

But then they sent him to war
War against the world
Again, again fighting for oblivion
In an unknown, despicable cause

His heart then began
Began to show the cracks from within
Deepening the grooves of stain
All the while shattering ignorance

The madness inside began to swell
Bringing forth the monster inside
Driving him into the deep reality
Feeling only all the pain

And feeling
Bloodlust
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within

It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live

They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers

Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known

Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Actualized deems

Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste

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The Pessimist and the Optimist

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An opposite unlikely
Together, forever seen
Holding their hands tenderly
Unfolded in a reverie

One is a darker nature
Who sees the bitter side of things
Who can not discern the positive
But knows exactly what are kings

The other a sheltered hope
Who lives in a narrow world
Who chooses to disregard
The opinion to be hurled

With one or the other
They are the split of souls
A broken half to the other
Until forever never tolls

The skeptical deserves
Someone, a far cry away
From all he looks down upon
Beyond his haunted casement

A care-free spirit
Would lose her sense of direction
Without a map or sight to lead
Her thoughts, only another action

A shadow needs white to glow
Gold hearts become brighter with night
Separated, though unlike the other
...would be unable to endure the plight
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For #Soul-Poet's unexpected love contest.
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~RoseScarlet Apr 30, 2013  Student Writer
CONGRATS ON THIRD PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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~Octavias101 Apr 30, 2013  Student Writer
thank you so much!! <33
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~RoseScarlet Apr 30, 2013  Student Writer
Very welcome :heart:

btw OMG my heart is </3
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~Octavias101 Apr 30, 2013  Student Writer
what??? are you okay??? :( </33
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~RoseScarlet May 1, 2013  Student Writer
Rawr :p My bestie is together with his gf for the seventh time *facepalm* lIKE SERIOUSLY WHY CAN"T YOU GUYS STAY TOGETHER and the girl's not even real. Like, she loves boys but she doesn't LOVE them. ya know? But I think he really likes her X|
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~Octavias101 May 2, 2013  Student Writer
oh my gosh. im so sorry ): that really sucks. seriously though! he needs to get his act together....plus if what you say about this girl is true, then they shouldnt be together in the first place! ugh ):
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~RoseScarlet May 3, 2013  Student Writer
ikr like ugh

but even though I got over him, I'm still worried he'll get hurt ya know? I mean I don't even think he knows what he's doing.
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~Octavias101 May 3, 2013  Student Writer
oh i know the feeling... you should let him know though! be honest and tell him that before it's too late, cause he'll never figure it out until someone gets hurt, which is unfortunate, but he is a guy after all... ):
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~JenniInoue Jan 15, 2013  Student General Artist
I really like this one. Your word choice is brilliant and powerful. ♥
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~Octavias101 Jan 15, 2013  Student Writer
thank you very very much <3
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