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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.

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

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

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.

Fire and WhiskeyFire-flies danced
Through the trees that
Stood around
A man with nothing but
Matches
And a bottle.
He flicked his wrist and
A match started to burn,
Dropped to the crisp
Leaves and
Left to smoke.
The whiskey burned more than
The flame as he
Tipped the bottle
And downed that
Golden-yellow
Nectar of the Gods,
Sparked with a fire
Of it's own.

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Afraid of your own mind while its mad thoughts race,
As they point and jeer while they peer through the bars
That hold you from the world and its hate and its stars
They have locked up the witch with the glaring brown eyes
Called her warnings and truths nothing but rambling lies
Named her the forked-tongue whore who lurks under the bed
No cash-- she'll be paid with her own pain instead
And she curses and cuts o'er the blood-red wet sheets
And she howls to the moon as it grows full over weeks
While they kick and starve her, they never think she'll attack,
But it's just a matter of time be

IntimacyThere's a gasp of breath,
And suddenly,
It's just the two of us.
The world is empty of all but our love
the moonlight,
and the stars,
Your embrace swallows me whole,
the second I surrender to your eyes,
to the naked breath hot against my neck,
to the kiss that tastes so sweet.
I don't know if this is smart, or if it is safe,
But now is not the time for second guesses or regrets.
Now is the time for the feeling, the movement,
The ACT of love.
And I am loved, and I am scared, and I am shaking, and I am sure,
And I am confused.
Struck with a sudden Deja Vu,
And I know how this story ends,
With a whispering night that won't let

RepentLet us pray.
Over the fallen bodies
The corpses of smiles smacked off our blackened shamed faces.
Over the mysteries that were revealed to us too soon,
Too sadly,
Too harsh for the ears we once held in purity.
The snow has melted.
Has faded.
Has blackened.
Has died.
At our hands and our legs, both open to the world.
The sin has possessed us
With it's silky smooth siren song,
Laying over us like velvet moonlight,
Hot and thrilling as a drop of blood,
Coppery sweet and warm on our lips.
And we let it in with a welcomed spirit,
Naive to the stains he would make on our soul,
This grimy demon with a cigarette in his hand
And smo

The Exquisite Collision of Fire and IceIn my dark eyes, the fire burns,
The heat I need, the touch I crave,
The secrets lurking in my mind,
A red soul with no wish to be saved.
A passion boiling inside,
An anger hot as tears I've cried,
Flaming irrational decisions,
To feed a hunger never satisfied.

While the frost of his cool eyes
Chills and kills this lust of mine,
Sweetly freezing my rushing blood,
Tingles racing down my spine.
Cold and steady calculation,
Almost afraid; Asphyxiation,
Victim to your analyzation.
Do I meet your expectations?

My imagination running wild,
A hidden need, insane and wild,
Watching snow melt by my flame,
With all the wonder of a c

The Aphrodisiac's HymnI was broken
With no token
Of gratitude for my tears unspoken,
Dragging through the lonely years,
Smiling with an anger hot,
No one to hold me through the fears,
In need of love I never got.
My pen now running out of ink,
I'll use my blood instead, I think,
It's been shed to the brink,
Fed to the sink,
As though it always meant nothing;
So why's it matter?-- It matters not,
And those who mind don't matter a lot,
Yet you spend years finding someone who minds
About the matter you always cry.
What's the matter, you want to die?
No, you just want love's sweet lie.
The need is tucked away so tidy.
Obsessed? Confess, black Aphro

Cyan SapphireThe marrow I find when I pick at this bone
Is that the impurities are what make this stone,
Not the cleanliness or shine,
But what happened over time,
To take away the price, the worth, the tone.
You see, the once world had picked away,
The midnight blue just couldn't stay,
It left this gem greenish and pale;
No one wants it once it's stale.
Ah, except for you, my friend,
Who saw after the bitter end.
That the cyan everyone thought a pity,
Was what made this stone so pretty.
It lost some sparkle over time,
Maybe there's no reason to this rhyme,
At why it had to go through so much,
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Black Masquerade

by ~Emerald-Alexandra, Aug 3, 2012, 12:13:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

A masked stranger beckons in the dark,
Behind the seductive sequins of gold.
He calls my name in so sweet of a voice,
Whispering burning secrets I've never been told.
Tempting me with promised treasures,
With warm velvet nights tucked away in the sheets,
With his eyes so dark, that still twinkle so bright,
And a heart that has broken, though it no longer beats.
Come, kind sir, I beg you, try to make me smile,
Tears so consistent they have painted my face.
But my fiery eyes still burn through the water,
While I bleed in the darkened corners of this place.
The confetti screaming, my mascara streaming,
My soul has been trying, but can you cease the crying?
Oh beloved masked stranger, tuxedo-black danger,
I hope I can still love you as my heart is dying.

Black Masqueradeby ~Emerald-Alexandra

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

a masked stranger calls me... maybe its the danger of not knowing that is so tempting...

~winterkate Aug 3, 2012 Student Writer

I feel like the rhyme scheme is really taking away from the piece, and the elevated language sounds forced. That being said, I do love the imagery - especially the 'seductive sequins of gold line'. There's a lot of gold in here

~Emerald-Alexandra Aug 4, 2012

Thank you very much for the input, i never thought of the elevated language in that way, I wasn't forcing it, just putting it out with the only words i can think of. I appreciate your advice very much

And yes, I like that line too

~winterkate Aug 6, 2012 Student Writer

Awesome! You're really welcome, anytime!

~Emerald-Alexandra Aug 6, 2012

thank u

~winterkate Aug 7, 2012 Student Writer

You're very welcome!

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