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Your StoryI'd much rather cry for you
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare

So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine

If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords

Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice

You can close your eyes
And p

This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,

This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.

This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,

This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!

This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,

This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.

This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,

This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!

This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,

This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!

This is a song for all the people, tha

Who are you? "A cat just died."
Optimist: " Cat's have nine lives! He'll be back by tomorrow."
Pessimist: " Oh poor kitty, its poor owner is going to be so sad; he won't have any friends anymore."
Realist: "The cat died... Lets bury it."
Sentimentalist: "The Cat just died! We should hold a funeral, and have flowers on its grave every day for a month and then once every month!"
Fatalist: "Okay, the cat died."
Opportunist: "We could trace the causes of death for research purposes."
Sadist: "Oooh! I can take the cat to my basement and do experiments on it! And make the kid who owned it witness my scientific adventures! Hahaha!"
Philonoist: "I must go and console the poor child whose cat just died."
Philanthropist:

02Acidic words linger on silver tongues,
A delighted whip of cruelty's favor,
And I, my love, am cruelty's song unsung;
A tormented soul so simply captured.

That which is soft doth turn apprehensive,
Colored submissive by mere act of thought;
Thou who batters leaves keen hearts held captive,
And coats tongue rancorous with souls distraught.

But thou, sweetest love, stunningly capture:
Ensnaring within thy faultless deceit,
A spider weaving web down to fiber;
A goddess of things held false and discreet.

And once seduced with thy silky poison,
I observe that passion merely sharpens.

JarLast night, as I gazed into the sky, I wished upon a star
To take me to a land so far (but it locked me in a jar).
Crystalline boundaries comprise me in its shimmer,
As I waited there for some blue eyed man to glimmer.

Paper trees and paper flowers are all that I can see,
Neither real flora nor fauna exists. (Surely no sea!)
Birds and butterflies are all but wings, no bodies,
Colorful sparkles fly, I looked at them, little ladies.

Tiny fays roam about this artificial wonderland,
Where and when will I touch my blue eyed man's hand?
'Not for long,' a hypnotic voice softly said,
I turned and saw him there, too beautiful I almost fled.

Summers Lost god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.

"ask anything."

static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.

the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.

shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.

and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."

swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.

sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:

"where have you been?"

HateMirror, Mirror, on the wall
What causes hate throughout all?

So much destruction
Spread because of a little thought
A thought of hate and disgust

Why do you taunt your victim?
Why do you make them that way?

Is it because people tell you too?
Is it because it's natural?
Is it because your feelings are true?

How do you know this?
How do you know what is true?
How do you know what it is you feel?

Did they hurt you?
Did they kill your loved ones?
Did they get on your nerves?

Think before you harm
Think before you taunt
Think before you hate

Don't drive yourself insane
Don't drive others to cry
Don't drive the world to hate

M

Autumn WindsThe wind is dancing.
The grass continues to grow.
So please wipe your tears.

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I'm A Writer!by !Aysleth

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

This is my personal opinion. I mean, where do you think those stories of fairies, vampires, and other fantasy beings come from?

I could say that I'm a little bit insane because I get to imagine things that a normal mind won't. Like, I have my own world inside my head and everything and everone's made up. It's like having an imaginary friend, with the exception of really looking crazy. XD

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~Silverbessifus Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

OMG I FEEL THE SAME WAY!

~MetaphorOfDarkness Nov 12, 2012

Yes... in one form or another, that's somehow true for all of us!

~NADreamer Nov 11, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think that you could put artist instead of writer and it would be just as true since literature is a form of art.

Artists tend to look at the world through different eyes. We notice the colours and different shades, the shadows and the way the light falls, little details an average person would dismiss etc. and find inspiration in them. And to an average person that seem crazy, insane, not normal and so on.

!Aysleth Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

For some reason, I don't know how to reply to this. So I made <a href="[link]>this instead.

!Aysleth Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Darn, I didn't know that codes don't work in comments. :/

*almcdermid Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yep, pretty much says it.

~LordofStupidity Oct 14, 2012

I'm attempting to be a writer, therefore, I agree!!

I love your work to pieces!!:3

!Aysleth Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much!

~LordofStupidity Oct 15, 2012

You're welcome:3

~philippv745 Aug 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I am a writer,
there fore,
I agree!

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