i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my stomach and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.

I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirror
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.

He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But

JuniorFinally, an upperclassman
The year seems to fly by
As you wait for the coveted title of Senior
But you feel stuck
As your boyfriend is off at college
Experiencing
And you are still here
Waiting
And you want him to come back
And you hope he comes back
So you get promise rings
So he has to promise to come back
And sometimes he comes back every weekend
And sometimes not for a month
And sometimes promises are broken
And you are up until the early morning
Fighting
Meanwhile, you are suddenly aware of how
Different you are from everyone
All your friends are picture-perfect
Cookie-cutter representations of
The Ideal Teenager
And every morning, you

what comes is better than what came beforea man, once,
of whom i am quite fond
for his green eyes
and olivine
skin,
came up to me and inquired
how he might look
with the barrel of a gun
in his mouth.

i said,
well,
you have
the cheekbones for it,
but i think
perhaps
you'd look better at
the bottom of the ocean
or with a rope around your
neck.

better still,
i continued,
lulled safely to sleep
in my arms
on a warm afternoon,
cherry red
lipstick stains
on your forehead

and
maybe even
a cat
on your lap.

Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?

You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be

The Stage of LifeThe lights flare up,
glaring at me,
accusing me;
sirens screaming their judgements.

I stand in front of the light,
made up on the stage of life.
The gun's in my hands,
the body's on the ground,
the blood's decorating the floor.

Tired, rehearsed shouts echo,
"You have the right to remain silent..."
"Please, son, can you tell me you didn't do it..?"
"anything you say can and will be used against you..."
"You've always been such a good boy,
tell the policeman the truth..."
"You're innocent until proven guilty."

You want the truth?
That wasn't in the script,
honesty was never written...

Do you expect me to spill,
explode with all these secret

FakeIn my mind,
I see the light.

The light shines in my eyes,
Causing me to be blind.

The blindness makes me see things,
Things like the future.

I feel dizzy,
My world is turning.

I see the light,
It blinks in my vision.

Oh, how I could’ve been good for you,
Don’t be so cruel to me.

People crowd around,
I want to see what’s going on.

Alas, I see a dreadful thing,
A boy is crying.

People are laughing,
Picking on him because he’s weak.

I push through the crowd,
Extending a hand towards him.

He smiles, grins with tears in his eyes,
He grabs my hand.

I pull him up and hug him,
I’m finally wanted.

Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?

No.

lily pads.I let you crack me open
and allowed your sadness
to fill my empty chest.

Tears; like sea salt
on my ribcage–

From the nourishment
of your remorse,
flowers began to bloom
inside the crevice
of my breastbone.

Tick tockTick tock

Time is running out.

Don't you dare waste it.

Doesn't matter if you look.

Up,down left or right.

Won't cheat this time.

Stuck on a question I see.

Didn't you studied last night?

Tsk, tsk shame on you.

You see,i'm the clock that's hangs in every classroom.

Tick tock I am the clock.

Should I slow down for your sake?

Need more time?

No can do!

I wont wait for you.

I go slow, when you don't want to.

I go fast when you desperately need more.

Isn't it funny?

To see all your faces.

Stressing

Working

Nervous

And confused.

Tick tock minutes are seconds now.

Better scribble down your last answers

For I declare it is o

the writer's diseasemy conversations become
blurs of i-miss-you's
littered on the cold floor of empty promises.
you deserve something more than
silhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heart
filling it with tricks of light
that try to hide away the darkness.

sit down and stay for a while--
except i'm going to go
because i never learned how to keep
the beautiful things
for more than a little at a time;

i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettes
one word after the other after the other,
exhaling them all with my cancer
and my thick, black lungs.

and they say a cigarette takes seven minutes
from your life--
yet these words take memories from mine,
str

Story of Evil (Fairy Tail Ver)Hey guys! Haven't published something in ages! IM STILL ALIVE XD. I wanted to start a new story, even though I have like 4 other stories to do, I will be updating them very soon, maybe tomorrow. I will give you some info about my other stories.
The Demon boy and The Girl- Is still alive, I have written the chapter, but haven't got around uploading it. GOMENASAI .

Anyways... onto this one. I've been obsessed with Kagamine Rin and Len, well for a long time. And I LOVE THE STORY OF EVIL (if you dunno them, its like a bunch of songs that makes a sad story that I love) and I decided, why not make a Fairy Tail ver.
I've been in love with the songs

TonightBlood-lust
Calls for war.
Swords and spears alike are
Sharp with eager destruction;
They rise into the air
In a sea of molded
Silver
While drunken
Monsters and men
Battle it out on the bloodstained
Battlefield,
Where death is as common
As a breath of rancid air.
And tonight,
Above the massacres,
The moon shines as
Bright as a supernova,
Burning up the sky with
It's flaming light.
It calls for howls of pain and fear
From the soldiers down
Below.
And tonight,
Drinking moonshine,
Even the werewolves will cry.

UnavoidableAvoiding the unavoidable
Breaking the unbreakable
Conning the character of
Death

Everybody’s always
Fighting for more time

Getting and taking all it needs
Hell is selfish, selfish indeed.

I watch from the window
Jeering calls, bring people to their
Knees
Like toy soldiers they fall to the ground.

Men and women alike
Never again to see the light of day
Only in my memory do they live on.

People running and screaming
Quickly the dead start to fade.
Racing to rescue those few
Surviving souls
That are left
Unable to escape the
Vile, nightmare world
World war may bring.

Favourite BandMy little sister
once asked me
why I still
called a band I
don't listen to
very much anymore
my favourite band.

And I told her
that just because
you don't listen
to a band very
much anymore doesn't
mean that they
didn't leave an
imprint on your
heart.

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I look at you
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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.

Plant LifeI am a seed.
I am buried under a layer of dark soil.
I am protected.
I am small.
I am a sprout.
I am reaching for the sun to embrace me.
I am delicate.
I am curious.
I am a root.
I am searching for what I need in my surroundings.
I am pale.
I am thin.
I am a stem.
I am constantly supporting myself.
I am stronger.
I am alive.
I am a leaf.
I am filled with disorganized veins.
I am fragile.
I am unfurled.
I am a bud.
I am not yet ready to be seen.
I am cute.
I am patient.
I am a flower.
I am standing out for everyone to see.
I am beautiful.
I am proud.

When?When did you become someone?
Someone that trusts
breaks
loves
lives
When did you get that smile?
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cheers
hopes
shines
When did you find that person?
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   know
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   carry

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by ~SirRantsALot, Jan 26, 2013, 5:39:14 PM
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There is a reason
behind the eyes that stare
Behind those eyes who- when asked-
Are kind

They fill with warmth
When greeted -so familiarly-
With that which is so Cold
Cold and Unforgiving

Yet even so that sun-
Now so far away
Warms the very ground
On which we walk today.

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*prettyflour Feb 19, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey there!

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

You know...I'm no expert on Emily Dickinson but I've read enough of her work to recognize the style. You did a nice job trying to do something similar.

What I love the most about this is the way you paused (-when asked- and -so familiarly-) in stanza one and two. It brought a cool cadence to the poem.

The length works well for me. I dig short poems. I think it's both fun and challenging to tell a story with just a few words. Overall, an enjoyable read, I truly have no constructive criticism to offer...

I hope this was helpful. Thanks and have a great day!

~SirRantsALot Feb 19, 2013 Student Photographer

Wow, thank you! It was very helpful :3

!TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This Critique is on behalf of

You emulated Emily Dickinson quite nicely with this piece.
However, you seem to be mixing Free Verse and Fixed Form into the same poem, not a complaint of course, just a bit unusual.

When it comes to length I have to disagree with my colleague Michel, I think the briefness of this poem was exactly what it needed. If you made it longer it probably would have become too watered down. So well done!

~SirRantsALot Feb 15, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank You! ^-^

!TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Youre quite welcome!

=TwilightPoetess Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hello! I will be critiquing this for

. Please keep in mind that these are merely my personal opinions. Any changes made to this piece, if you make them at all, should be what you want to do, as this is your artwork. I am only lending you a few suggestions.

First and foremost, nice work emulating the words and tone of Emily Dickinson! She's a hard poet to emulate, but you did a good job of it here. There is a natural brevity to the words that really lends a beautiful flow to this, so well done!

I'm wondering, however, about the rhyme in the last stanza. You didn't employ a rhyming technique in the first two, so that third stanza seems a bit out of place to me, as if it doesn't quite belong in this piece. I feel it would suit the mood of this piece to work the words in a way that doesn't end in a rhyme; it would keep the flow natural while retaining a bit of that ambiguous, mysterious feeling this piece sparks during a read.

I do like that there could be multiple ways to interpret the overall message/subjects of this--you might be talking about actual eyes, OR about the sun and the moon/stars. The ideas of cold and warm could be metaphors for day and night, you see? So that's lovely!

Also, I'm not sure it suits this piece for you to capitalize those words in the second stanza--while I know Emily Dickinson often capitalized words in her poems, I don't think that the capitalization here puts the right emphasis on the message in the end--it just seems a bit superfluous to me, I guess.

Nice work over all, though! I really enjoyed this read.

~SirRantsALot Jan 29, 2013 Student Photographer

I must admit, when I first saw your comment I was a bit scared! But thank you very much for your critique, the only thing I'd like to say is that the capitalization in the second stanza was intended for the personification of "cold" and "unforgiving" because in... I think "Exhilaration is a Breeze" Emily does something similar. Urg, it might be "Because I could Not Stop for Death." but I can't recall ^-^"
Thank you again for the kind words and taking the time to read my poem! <3

=TwilightPoetess Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!

~Michel-le-fou Jan 26, 2013

The poem is rather short and could develop but the style ad the sentiment are great, and I like your manner of expression despite. The stylistics or poetical attributes such as the lack of rhyme or meter categorizing free verse is evident here. Well-done.

~SirRantsALot Jan 27, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank you, very much!

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