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a tear rolls off his cheek
his breaths come slow
is something missing?

lying close to death
his tired breath catches
isn't something missing?

his wife by his side
his son on the other
something is missing

she couldn't watch it
she had to leave
she couldn't stand by

he made her choose
he made her choice
he made her leave

she is missing
she is all alone
she is gone

he lies there
suddenly aware
'please forgive me'

blood drips from his mouth
as she lies against a dumpster
'please forgive me'

a flat line sounds
he isn't there
she isn't there

they are both missing

Teach me how to be Alive?Teach me how to be Alive?
Take my hand and start the lesson
But don't take too long , we don't have the time
We never have, it was never ours.

You start your words full of passion
Of love ,of life and all the matter
But this passion so soon
turn to full despair
When you fall in your own world
And you remembered.

You remembered your own experience in life
All the hate you found
All the bashing you received
All your hopes when it come cashing down.

So tell me how could you teach me to be alive
when you were never one.

How could you make me feel something
You have never felt.

61. Fairy TaleSleeping beauty, wake up and see
Your daydream isn't reality!
The prince shall cut down trouble's veil,
But life is not a fairy tale!

Oh, Rapunzel in the tower!
You wait and curse each passing hour.
You wait and wait for the avail,
But life is not a fairy tale.

Snow-White is lost in the dark wood,
The wolf molests Red Riding Hood
Both hope for the saving brave male,
But life is not a fairy tale.

Oh mirror, mirror on the wall,
What are fairy tales for at all?
In tales the princes never fail,
But life is not a fairy tale.

For little knows the doubting dame,
She confused lessons with the frame.
For the wrong reasons she does wail:
But life i

SilenceQuiet

There is nothing that we can tell each other

We just stand there
staring at each other

We wonder what had happened

We used to have so much to say
we had so much to laugh

but now there is just silence

and we turn around and
walk away
...in different directions

Hoping that we'll never meet again

Everything seem said

and it's over, we're done with it

Automatic"Darling"

You say

In perfect syncopation with

Glass shattering in my bloodstream

"I'm sorry"

Rasping

Captivating

Nauseating

Distance and indifference

Bleeding through the wallpaper

As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense

"For everything."

Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline

"I was never"

The taste of ammunition

"Angry at you."

As raw broken bones

Fractured clear through the marrow.

Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?

"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and turned around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.

"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Said she, feeling empty within.

"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.

Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.

Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.

Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only

To Save Us All (A Tribute)power unmistakable wielded by a mere wisp of a
girl trapped between two forces out of her hands
cupped to catch water falling from rusted pipes
carrying the life of millions between rotten leaders
and sadist terrorists…Fourteen years old, the world
knows her name—Malala—the namesake, once an "i"
attaches itself to the final a (testament to years un—
noticed), a poetess, a warrior woman…did her parents
know how apt the title was? Since age eleven, she fought
for the rights of female, of education, of erasing the Taliban…
three years spent frightened—but not paralyzed—by the
thoughts of pillagi

war to meI lay in the field dead, and dazed
And every man begins to decay,
the stench of there guts fill my lungs where I lay,
I am ready to die today,
I close my eyes as I begin to sleep,
but then I move and can not see,
the enemies, they are taking my,
along with some other casualty,
they pump some fluid threw what's left of me,
they do the same with my other fiends,
I know what there doing, its not hard to see,
we are there ginny pigs for some evil deed,
I scream expressing agonizing pain,
my fellow brothers do the same,
and one by one they slip away,
leaving me to play this game,
another needle they stick me with,
I close my eyes, and begin to drift,
I can not move my body like this,
I stop fighting, I'm doomed to this,
I'm wide awake though I should not be,
they think I'm sleeping, but that's not me,
they proceed with the surgery, I feel every piece
Of pain that runs threw every inch of thee,
I look back at those brutal days,
the bodies of my men, in the water they stay,
I look in the mirr

Colour My Grey Skies BlueColour my Grey Skies Blue
by ~FauxxAffliictiion

Passion is what I'm missing
days of haunted skies
left to stall until he beholds me
in his yielding arms.

Days of grey are fading,
I am being painted with colours of his love
Injected with poise of his rationality
complexity is his finest charm.

Drawn to eyes set to devour me
poison runs through my veins
the blood that once dripped down my fingertips
they are no longer my escape

those green eyes they revive me
at first glance my hatred dropped dead
velvet lips they ignite me
stir up thoughts which never leave my head

And when every morning I wake up
I realize this is not a dre

BrotherhoodThere is something in the bonds of brothers
And the seamless strings of beloved others
That I, confide, has never sat within
The hearts and minds of my own kin.

I, like you, am subject to lonely pain,
Yet I only see it as the strangest shame.
I don't see what the others will
And binding only seems a bitter pill.

But we all need a voice to speak,
When we become timid, broken and weak;
Else we must face the dark alone,
And can't measure up no matter how we've grown.

So, I'll try to put and force a change.
Putting myself within the social range.
The thought of losing myself kills me,
But this is something we all must be.

It's ha

LifeLife's full of sights to see
Should you take time to enjoy
And places to explore
If you aren't afraid
Life can be a journey
If you are daring
It can take you far
But if you aren't as curious
The adventure is short
But no matter what happens
Where you end up
Is all on you
But then life's a mystery
With its ups and downs
You just never know
Who you will meet
What you might find
Or the experiences you could have
If you don't take a chance
And just live

ObsessionMy mind is locked in a darkened place
My thoughts are stringed on face to face
My heart is bitter to the taste
Of what I obsess over...

Yet what I write is not right
What I feel isn't real
What I want will haunt
My simple human composure.

So I snap to my state of mind
I leave the obsession behind
knowing that within time
To fight is to gain closure.

Math ClassYou know that feeling,
When you understand math class?
Well neither do I.

I tried......I tried to eat but then I puked.

I tried to run but then I tripped.

I tried to fly but then I fell.

I tried to fight but then I lost.

I tried to breath but then I choked.

I tried to laugh but then I found that I was the joke.

I tried to speak but then I stuttered.

I tried to see but then I went blind.

I tried to love but then I hated.

I tried to remember but then I forgot.

I tried to believe but then I lost hope.

I tried to be myself but then I was judged.

I tried to swim but then I drowned.

I tried to write but then I couldn't find the words.

I tried to live but then I died.

I tried to get lost but then I was found.

I tried t

YouThe perfect smile
The coolest walk
The sweetest style
The smoothest talk
Such beautiful eyes
Such tasteful lips
The greatest surprise
And erotic hips
I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
We'll lie under these covers
Until the end

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At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
Be happy...

At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...

At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...

At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...

In the EndIn the end we are all sacks of meat.
The holier-than-thou saints and the scum of the earth,
The pioneers of industry and the useless dregs of humanity,
We all share the same fate in death.

For all the good we do, for all our hard work, what do we get?
We're dumped in a nice little cherrywood box,
Tossed in the ground and covered in dirt,
And that's if they don't decide to burn us and put our ashes in a jar.

And such is the fate we are all doomed to have,
Yes, this is what we have to look forward to.
Good, evil, rich, poor, famous, unknown,
None of that matters in the end.

Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.

Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.

I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.

Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?

A Letter to the Fair OneShall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
My heart, and my soul have been stolen away,
And I know you to be the culprit.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
I am yours: your slave, your servant, your thrall;
Oh there is none whom I could treasure more.
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
My soul ached on those days we were apart,
And those are words that no one could deny.
And now, though not without risk,
I shall end this letter with but a kiss.

Character Profile: Durzo the Paladin (Fourth Act)Name: Durzo

Surname: Stern

Age: 17

Birthdate: April 9

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction: Neo-Loyalists

Occupation: Paladin

Rank:

Height: 6 feet

Weight: 170 pounds

Appearance

Skin: Tanned
Eyes: Light Brown
Lips: Small and colored red.
Hair: Black Hair
Body tone: Not muscular, but not skin and bone. He has a 'swordsman's physique'.

Personality traits: Serious, Studious, Very Pious, Chaste

History/Background: Durzo was raised as an orphan in the Central Plains. From a very early age, he was taught to respect the wishes of the current regime, honor angels and all that is holy, as well as look down upon demons, and dark magic. Gro

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Like Tears in the Rain

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Mar 1, 2013, 1:44:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

All those times we've shared,
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.

Like Tears in the Rainby ~TheAmericanRealist

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

If you've never watched bladerunner... go do it. Now. And if you've never heard the ending soliloquy... what are you waiting for?

And for clarification for those of you who don't realize it, yes the final two lines are a direct quote. I took words that have been spoken before and used them in a different context: romance. Big shocker, you have discovered the meaning of inspiration!

~Silencedbook9 Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

Need a hug?

~TheAmericanRealist Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

Definitely.

~Silencedbook9 Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

*hugs you*

~TheAmericanRealist Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

*is hugged* It's not working!

~Silencedbook9 Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

Just believe in the hug

~TheAmericanRealist Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

I'm trying! I just don't really know what a hug feels like! :3

~heer88 Mar 1, 2013

pack of emotion in few words...good job

~TheAmericanRealist Mar 1, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you, and though I shouldn't have to say this, but due to some people I do you should also see bladerunner, who without, the las two lines would not exist!

~heer88 Mar 2, 2013

sure i will have look at bladerunner. thank you

~ShadowyEclipse Mar 1, 2013 Writer

You took this pretty much directly FROM Bladerunner.

You did give credit to it, but in the description, and not to matter the fact that you still did just take the quote and post it on deviantart for attention.

Not sure how to call this one. Edging more on the side of 'douche move'.

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