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UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.

It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.

Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.

For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.

Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.

Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.

Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.

Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.

Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.

Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.

I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.

You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.

Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.

Get Over ItGet out of my dreams!
You said it was over so why don’t you leave?
I don’t care where just get the hell away from me.

They say all’s fair in love in war,
But we both agreed the love wasn’t there,
So why the psychological warfare?

I don’t want much, just a bit of peace,
And I can’t do that
With you on my mind.

Hell, I can’t even say it’s your fault.
It’s me who’s remembering,
It’s just unconsciously.

Whoever said love hurts is a liar,
It only painful when it’s taken from you.

Tyranny LivesIf mercy is for the weak,
Then revenge is for the petty,
Yes, for every force,
There is an equal and opposite reaction.

For every heil,
There is a shout of defiance,
And for every dictator,
There is a revolution.

For every thrall under fascist control,
There is a free man or woman,
Trying their very best
To liberate the world.

But as long as tyranny lives
There will never be peace.

Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.

I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.

It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.

Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.

A ThoughtThe best art is made
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.

In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.

The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.

That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.

One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.

Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.

I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.

And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.

And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.

I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.

Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future

92. All That I Have.All that I have, I give to you.
My mind, my body, my soul, all to you.
I give you my everything, treat it with care,
And all that I ask from you is you keep your flare.
That one thing, that magic, that spark that drew me to you,
All that I have, I give to you, do with it whatever you want to.
All that I ask is that you let me love you,
And that you tell me that you love me too.
All that I have, I give to you,
I give everything, all of it, to you,
All that I ask in return is you let me love you,
That you believe I love you, and that you love me too.

Jennifer, I give you my everything, because I love you.

How to fix things in a relationship.One, apologise profusely, whatever it was, was your fault,
Two, talk it out! Silent treatment just prolongs things.
Three, if you love them, tell them, make sure they can't forget,
Four, if they're mad because you wrong their friend, apologise to them too.

Five, don't buy her things, fixing it that way is stupid,
Six, you may buy her things to apologise with.
Seven, don't treat him badly just 'cause you're upset with him,
Eight, making him angry because you're angry will destroy it.

Nine, tell the truth, "I was exhausted, wasn't thinking right,"
Ten, listen to their reasons, don't just treat them with disdain.
Eleven, always try keep your promises to your other half,
Twelve, accept that your other half is not God, and will break one or two.

Thirteen, do not bitch to your friends about him or her,
Fourteen, only ask for help from them when hurt, bitching tears it apart.
Fifteen, remember you love the other person and treat them accordingly,
And fin

Short IIYou claimed that you would show me Heaven,
But you just pushed me further into Hell.
I trusted you with my heart,
And you dropped it into the abyss.

ConfessionI sit here, four years later,
Truly sorry for what I did.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world,
But it wasn't right.
In fact, it was malicious.
I understood that at the time,
And yet it didn't make a difference to me.
I took your notebook and tore it to shreds.
I didn't know you,
But I did it anyways.
I found it in my desk,
During Science Class,
And started ripping the pages.
No thought to how much work you put into it.
I lied when I was discovered,
And told them it was an accident,
That I was scared to get into trouble...
And I still am.

Short IPeople think I have the heart of a child,
And if they'd only voice their opinions
I would nod happily in agreement.
Yes, I keep it in a jar on my desk!

The Bard's SongWe bards arrive in the middle of night,
Wrapped in the shadowy cloak of darkness.
Our bodies are young and our faces bright,
And yet the songs in our minds are ageless.

All at once, our voices will fill the air,
And the worries of the day will be gone,
As well as the burdens they’re made to bear,
And all of this, due to our magic songs.

We’ll sing of brave men who lived far from here,
And other wonders, unseen by man’s eye.
But when morning comes, we must disappear,
For we don’t linger if light’s in the sky.

Once we leave, none shall ever know our names,
Though in their minds, the bard’s songs will remai

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Short IIYou claimed that you would show me Heaven,
But you just pushed me further into Hell.
I trusted you with my heart,
And you dropped it into the abyss.

Short IPeople think I have the heart of a child,
And if they'd only voice their opinions
I would nod happily in agreement.
Yes, I keep it in a jar on my desk!

Character Profile: KandelName: Kandel Thorne
Age: 19 years old (190 human years)
Class of Magic / Weapon of choice:
Fire Prince - Dark and elemental magic, Twin Hook Swords
Gender: Male
Occupation: Fire Prince

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Hair Colour: N/A
Eye Colour: Amber
Skin Colour: Dark Brown
Facial structure: Smooth, clean shaven face
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 179 lbs.
Hair Style: Bald
Build: Lean, like a swordsman.

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Surprisingly, Kendel does not exactly HATE humans. He doesn't like them very much, and would not weep to see them burn, but will go out of his way to cause unnecessary violence. He grew up with his Sister, The Fire Princess always feeling overshadowed. H

A ThoughtThe best art is made
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.

In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.

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Calypso's Prison

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Jan 11, 2013, 5:47:30 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

I sit here, trapped on this curséd island,
Forbidden to die, unable to dream
Of a day when my misery might end.
Those times when the callous, spiteful Gods deem

It appropriate to send me a friend;
A companion, or perhaps a lover…
Times that make it seem like my pain might end…
But with Gods so cruel, why do I even bother?

It’s a game to keep me in discontent,
Hateful fun to keep me isolated,
To have me wish that eternity might end.
Ages I’ve hoped, and ages I’ve waited,

But it seems as if the Fates are content,
To leave me prisoner in paradise.

Calypso's Prisonby ~TheAmericanRealist

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

You guys have NO idea how hard it is to write for school. You are trapped, and restricted in your writing, forced to use fixed stanzas and rhymes and...

Anyways, this is written from the point of view of Calypso. If you know who she is, great! If you don't, go read a book.

love 1 1

~~joy 0 0~~

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Kailani-e Jan 27, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Calypso

The goddess confined to her island in which Odysseus stumbles/washes up on her island and is stuck there for seven years D; She's like a crazy fisherman. xD

Writing for school is so hard o_O The rules! The limits! It's like they try to shut out all imagination! -_-

~TheAmericanRealist Jan 28, 2013 Student Writer

Actually, Odysseus never really ASKS Calypso to leave. He just 'assumes' that he is stranded. I mean if later on, he is able to just make a boat, he would have been able to do that LONG ago.

~Kailani-e Feb 4, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

XD I must assume he also "enjoys" Calypso anyways, to the point he doesn't ask. You're right, he should've just grabbed a tree and drifted out there!

~TheAmericanRealist Feb 5, 2013 Student Writer

Ody. is a jerk, though not many people like to admit it. They like to think the story must have a perfect hero.

~Kailani-e Feb 5, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

("Ody" xD). The story is so famous that people think that he is the model of a "perfect hero". Ugh.

~TheAmericanRealist Feb 6, 2013 Student Writer

Some people are so lifeless....

~Take-ApartxYour-Head Jan 12, 2013

Yay, Calypso! I've always felt so many sads for her...
Well, you certainly worked out the the fixed stanza trap much better than Calypso worked out the stuck on an island thing!
Nothing loose, nothing forced...very decent, and uninterrupted, just like a bitter rant! Fancy the alliteration in that couplet, too.

~TheAmericanRealist Jan 12, 2013 Student Writer

Oh how I love her plight. Forever alone, forced to go through life without love...

~Take-ApartxYour-Head Jan 12, 2013

;_; poor Calypso!

!Piwakawaka-42 Jan 11, 2013 Student General Artist

This needs to be turned into a metal song.

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