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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.

Victory of the Desert RoseOh how powerless I truly am,
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.

What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?

She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?

Either way,
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.

IThere is a certain word
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"

The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-teller
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?

I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?

It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory

Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a ha

Love is LustIs love at first sight,
Nothing more than simple lust?
Something... physical?

Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"

This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.

Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.

But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.

But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.

Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.

But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.

Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.

I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."

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.

Secret SantaBorn from a circus
And playful as a kitten
But caring as an angel
And even gentle too

We love all that you are
And will be here for you
Just as we know
You will be here for us

You are an amazing friend
One I wouldn't trade away
So here is hoping
You have a very merry Christmas!

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.

Heart AttackWhat have I done,
To alienate myself from her?
What do I do,
Now that I am... invisible?

It's like I can't breathe,
The world's closing in on me,
And I'm trapped
With nowhere to go.

I haven't seen her smile
For several days now,
Nor have I heard
Her angelic voice.

I'm breaking inside,
Clinging to the walls of the past,
Trying to grasp onto something,
Before I die...

Is this what it feels like,
To lose my mind,
Or is this what they call,
A heart attack?

Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons

For years humans have been deceived:
"Angels are holy and represent good,
While demons are corrupt and represent evil."
But this was perceived in bad blood…

Angels have enslaved the human race,
Tricking them into thinking they were free.
What they did not know was that they were being used,
And the angels condemned the humans, you see.

The demons were simply outraged,
"The humans must live a free life!
You angels have gone too far this time!
Prepare to fall in this newborn strife!"

The angels, cunning as they were,
Tricked the humans into helping them.
"Humans, these demons are evil.
We are good; help us

A ComparisonI do not dare to speak of family
When yours was torn apart so suddenly
I do not dare to speak of funerals
When you had to bury several friends
I do not speak of depressions and mental issues
When your demons had almost got you killed
I do not speak of the darkness I am fighting
Compared to your hell it's merely a shade

You all have faced greater horrors
Than I can ever imagine
I never felt such intense pain
I never was already dying
What right do I have to be weak
When you survived so much worse?

Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come

Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me

Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.

39. DreamI had a wonderful dream last night
And now I desperately fight
Not to forget anything of it
But I keep loosing bit by bit
I am digging in the desert's sand
try to catch water with my hand
But the more and the harder I try
The faster the water trickles away
With the water the dream does comply
And my memories slowly decay

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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

First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.

It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.

She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.

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Perchance to Forget

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Nov 2, 2012, 5:39:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

A 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.

Perchance to Forgetby ~TheAmericanRealist

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I might take this chance...

~Kailani-e Nov 4, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

This is so beautiful. I hope your seeds grow into beautiful plants, Big Brother

~TheAmericanRealist Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

And so do I! And so do I.

~taoMega20 Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

hauntingly beautiful

~TheAmericanRealist Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

I thank you for that.

~taoMega20 Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

it is true.

~TheAmericanRealist Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

Even the truth is deserving of a thanks. The truth is ESPECIALLY deserving of a thanks.

~taoMega20 Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

In that case, you are welcome. i am glad i made you happier, if only a little.

~JadeRayne Nov 3, 2012 Writer

I love this piece

I can relate to this a bit right now.

~TheAmericanRealist Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

I am glad that we deviants can relate in our works. It shows how close the community really is.

~JadeRayne Nov 4, 2012 Writer

Yes we are a close community. I agree with you on that.

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