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ScaredCan I help?
Can I hold you?

Are you alright?
Are you shivering?

What happened?
What are the details?

How could this happen?
How could someone have let this occur?

I'm sorry.
I'm scared too.

QuestioningIf a flame is so strong,
Why does it flicker?
If water is so delicate,
Why is it feared?
If air is so important,
Why is it polluted?
If the ground is so nurturing,
Why is it covered?
If everyone is equal,
Why is there war?
If we have two eyes,
Why can't we see?

I want you,I want you
To know me.

I want you
To befriend me.

I want you
To love me.

I want you
To hug me.

I want you
To hold me.

I want you
To kiss me.

I want you
To be with me.

I want you
To sleep with me.

I want you
To marry me.

I want you
To spend the rest of your life with me...

Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.

Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?

Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.

Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.

For the writer of this piece is dead.

Blade Running and AdaptationsThe following journal entry is a reply to :iconBan-Re:. On the subject of adaptations and the worth of Blade Runner.
You can read the rest of the conversation here: http://glee-chan.deviantart.com/journal/The-Revised-Top-100-Worst-Films-of-All-Time-350501999
Before I reply, I'll start by saying I'm not exactly a huge fan of Blade Runner. I like Blade Runner, and it's on my long list of favorite films. I'm not even sure if it's in my top ten. It's merely on my list of favorites. I'm not a diehard fan who knows everything about Blade Runner, all its production history, or the differences between it and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. I'm basically a casual fan.
"The existence of a plot without underlying purpose is at the worst a meaningless story"
There was a plot and that was: Replicants are bad, character hunts down replicants, finds out they're not that bad.
"The existence of an idea without comprehensive character development"
There was character development. Deckard went from

Bed of Lies, Rain of DeathThis layout of thorns you call a bed,
cinnamon spice for holy sheets;
You've become lethargic,
immobile,
dense.

Everything,

Together starts to fall.
Rain splatters crimson diamonds,
across sacred asphalt.

Ground is ripped apart,
critters and hearts alike fall to their
end.

FriendsI only have a couple. In fact, I only have two friends that I really know me. I have exactly one girl friend who doesn't annoy me. Most of my other friends are either drifting away or I'm pushing them away. In many cases, it's both.
If this is the case, why do I feel so loved every day? I have never ever felt so secure in my friendships, I never have the worrying thought that I'm the one they secretly hate, never does it cross my mind that maybe they are just taking pity on me. I don't feel like any compliments they give me are just for the sake of saying something nice, and things that might seem a little mean are out of love and honesty instead of taking out anger. I am not a punching bag, a listening machine, or a counselor.
I am a companion, a confidant, a security blanket. I am receiving the same amount of love I am giving. I am happy.
Are you?

WordsI often find that no matter how hard I try, there is no way to convey the extent or specifics of something. I could go through a thesaurus and even still there would not be the right combination of words.
For example, if I tell someone I love them, I often don't mean that. By saying "I love you" I'm trying to say that "I have such strong feelings for you that are surrounded by a thick dense layer of happy positive emotions that the only thing I can think of that comes close to this is love, even though really love is a 10 and this is more like 100" except not that.
Words are so incredibly useful, however they seem not as versatile as they could be. They say a picture is worth 1000 words, and often I assume this is because the equivalent emotion that you get from the picture is the one you get from many many words trying to either describe or give you that emotion.
In any case, I just wanted to say this because I know that even when I want

Pro ChoiceChoice. Do you know what that means? It means there are decisions to be made, an act or instance of choosing; selection. A lot of choices are made by one person, they are individual choices which should not be chosen by people other than that single individual.
Pro choice means that you do not want other people to decide for you, it means that you don't believe the government should be in control of you, your wife, girlfriend, neighbor, mother, friend, stranger. It means that while you personally believe one way, it is just fine if someone else does not believe that.
Abortion is a brave choice, and so is going through pregnancy. Both you face ridicule, both can result in you being labeled a monster, both can end in death, and for both it involves pain. Emotional, and physical. Anyone ever heard of a book called Cunt? In it describes how an abortion feels, and I'm sure there are TONS of books describing the pain of pregnancy. There are two equal sides, and the people

Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.

The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.

You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.

You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.

LilyLily was a girl who liked to read

She was alone all the time

She was about fourteen years old

Lily had a lot of feelings to rhyme

Lily loved books and had the most fun reading them all

Charming princes, Alice falling down

Talking animals, and love to be found

She wished for people like that to exist in her own life

She wished to be a gentleman's wife

She hoped for better friends, and a sweet smile to feel

She wanted a lot of things that weren't real

She ended up heartbroken, alone, and sad

She ended up driving herself mad

Because dreams and hopes weren't meant to be true

They exist to help us live through

pain

Zoey (my baby sister)

So small,
So precious.
So beautiful,
So brave.
So full of life,
And only a few days old.
We hardly know each other,
But the love I feel is unconditional.
The bond between sisters is unbreakable.
I love you so much,
And I pray that you'll be alright,
For every dream I have,
I kiss you goodnight,
A sisters love is full of delight.
I love you Zoey Marie Williams.

compareeins.

you were

the smoke pouring out of her mouth,
(misty coils of a vague filth,
dancing to noir jazz, fading with each note)
smudged lipstick on the side of of her mouth,
and the little streak that crawled to her tooth
when she bit her lip in a supposed wonder,
and her eyes threw a faint film over themselves,
(like an elegant lady wraps a silk shawl around herself in a light breeze)

zwei.

you had

the light feet of a dancer
whose calluses were hidden under tight shoes,
whose toes would arch like Nut over her children,
(and she or you would spin with the earth, holding her frame as if-
as if earth was something of mass, as if

CharonTwisting and turning around and around
Getting nowhere ‘cause you’re shackled and bound
Wanting to flee but you just can’t, never
Knowing you’re stuck, stuck in the nether

What’s there to do, you just don’t know
You think about just layin’ it low
But there’s a problem, probing and nagging
You’re just a puppet, played with and playing

You’re at a loss, utterly helpless
Idea in your mind, don’t know what it is
You shouldn’t do what you’re told to do
But you just did it and your hatred grew

You don’t know your purpose, look left and right
Where is your goal, i

BattlefieldTime slows down until the flame is chilled,
a flame that cannot be seen at night,
for it is as dark as night.
A light that only shines upon hatred and fear,
and then feasts upon the individual,
to burn on and on from its hearth to the embers
until the world is lit with a blizzard of flame
and the shells of the dead, vacant and seared,
decay into ashes to the land of the lost,
and to the land of the dead.

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Dear Yellow FieldsDear yellow fields,
take me away,
fly me to the land of heart shaped shields?

Shields that are warm and light,
the ones that seem to glow,
and make your eyes iridescently bright?

Land that ripples and waves,
reflected are the stars,
into the turning and twisting maze.

Stars and eyes alluring,
with a gravity to their own,
send the mind spinning,
to enjoy being alone.

Baby BunnyAre you the one shaking,
or is that my hand?

Baby bunny, please forgive me.
I don't know what hurts.

Are you the one whose eyes are swimming,
or are my knees becoming weak?

Baby bunny, please forgive me.
I'm doing everything I can.

Are you the one whose breath is slowing,
or are my shuddering breaths drowning yours?

Baby bunny, please forgive me.
I don't know what to do.

Are you the one being held,
or are you nuzzling to comfort me?

Baby bunny, please forgive me.
I didn't do enough.

Writing There is a pause as I poise my fingers over they keys, they arch hungrily, waiting, waiting. There is nothing more satisfying than the click, the clack, that echos after a beautiful word is written. They spin over, moving in a cautious dance, similar to an artists brush over a canvas.
Hazardous blot after judging streak, they move, they sweep. Over and over, the same movements with little to no satisfaction, how could I have lived with out such a distraction?
Yet, and oh yes, they once again hesitate. I cannot find the rhythm, the march they once strode has now lost its beat. One, two, three, one, two... One... There it trails of

MasquradeA spiders shroud covers the embers that smolder
hidden, but wishing to be seen.

A caterpillars silk woven tightly
draped around the waist of Emotion.

Emotion basks in the center glow
for to her right and to her left is Fascination.

DareThe wings you soar on are
close, close, close to the sky.

They dip into the upper atmosphere
near, near, near to the heavens.

Yet you continue in your ambition
apparent, apparent, apparent in your eyes.

Comparable to the sun it
glows, glows, glows.

I watch from below as you go
higher, higher, higher.

My heart sinks lower
lower, lower.

Let Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A Story

A little girl once walked though the world,
and the world let her keep her head up high.

Soon she found out that if she bent her head only a little,
the world would let her skip.

She skipped and skipped until one day she discovered that when she fell,
bending it down just a slight bit lower eased the pain.

Pressure built as she traveled through her years,
until she discovered by bending just a little bit lower, the pressure was easier to handle.

Every time something became too much she would bend just a little lower,
the change not because she was beat down, but because she succumbed.

Now she falls down into a sw

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by ~SirRantsALot, Jan 21, 2013, 7:33:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Sometimes
I look at you
And wonder why we talk.
Wonder why we were friends.
What made us click.

Occasionally
You say something
And I wonder why people laugh
Wonder what goes on in your head
What made you say it.

Then
We have a moment
Where we share a secret smile
And I sadly accept
That you've been forgiven

Again.

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*iammemyself Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Me too.

But I don't forgive as easily as you.

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