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Be You, Not ThemOur visages, whether punctilious or awry,
Are contrived to reflect who we are and what makes us,
Some of us conform to what is required to be socially accepted, nay,
Something as simple as one’s appearance
Can serve as an aperture
To allow the refreshing waters of renewal to wash over the world.

So take this apothegm, as a talisman, against the elusive mainstream
And the difficult weight of peer pressure.
face this world with your true self,
Smile at the spiteful words
And soak them in, so that the person you filter out,
Is you.
On A Rainy DayI awoke this morning to the gentle patter of rain,
It drummed and drummed, the rhythm never the same-
When the dark clouds came
Everyone was in dismay
But not I,
For I felt all my pain
Just wash away with the falling rain.

I smiled and arose
Looked down from my window and found my mother’s rose
Beads of water dripped from its vibrant pedal,
Facing their life’s ends with such mettle.
I smiled and whispered “beautiful”
For this,
The joy from the sight, was plentiful.

Each small droplet landed with its own individual thud
Bursting on the glass
And racing down, so fast.
There must have been a hundred of those small outca
PageYou watch
a page.
They are blank,
both your look
and a page.
And than, suddenly, a man,
drawn by the artist's hand.
He appears on the page,
And they are no longer blank
Neither your look
Or the page.
Dragon's name
To this world I was born
Surrounded by thick scale
Different from my own-
I, a flame inside the gold-
To protect me until I’m grown.

Inside that egg, it was warm,
And such a pleasant dream, being small.
For, for all the glory that I have now,
A winged beast, with powers old,
I still remember

She had to wrap around me her body gold,
For I was feeble to the cold,
And, in my mind, she whispered,
Urging me to growth:

’Once you’re born, once you’re grown,
I shall give you a great dragon’s name
And it shall be like flame’
The king and his sonThere is this story I want to lay before you
Of a king who lived in ancient times;
I'll tell you no more about this king
Than that he had a son
Who to him was dearer than his life.

I'll tell you a bit more about the son though,
For they say he had something dark in his eyes;
Perhaps it was just a shadow of a falling stars,
Perhaps it was something more;
You will never know for sure though, because

I'll leave this story behind me now,
With no finally beginning or end;
But I sure dearly hope to see
What will you make them out to be.
Sorryby ZKB

I'm sorry I don't say what you want to hear
I'm sorry I don't know what you want to hear
I'm sorry I do everything wrong
I'm sorry I don't think the way you want me to
I'm sorry I don't tell you the truth
I'm sorry I'm never there for you
I'm sorry I always think of myself first
I'm sorry I think I'm different from everyone
I'm sorry for all the times I've made you cry
I'm sorry for all the times you've made me cry
I'm sorry for all the times I never tried
I'm sorry for all the times I asked why
I'm sorry I don't feel well
I'm sorry I don't smile much anymore
I'm sorry I never do anything right
I'm sorry I want to follow a different p
LockedLocked

So long ago
I've been trying to escape
Giant walls grow bigger
In my place

There is not place for anyone else
Just loneliness and myself
Heavy air is what I breathe,
Heavy tears are what I expect

Lonely whispers surrounding me
Adding more weight to my chest…
This pain around me is so dense,
It can be cut with a blade

Thousands of swords are falling
Willing to hurt where they can…
Painful cries are drowned,
By cruelty herself

Long I've been running
From here, to there…
Locked in a concrete prison,
Locked in a trees jail…

What is the difference
Between being alone here, and being alone there?
I am a captive in this
Text - He Made Me Smile Sample ChapterHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.

And he sat there and said such wonderful things  - how smart you were and  "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.

You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for yo
Beautiful, dangerous preyBeautiful, dangerous prey

During the night
All the things that live in the dark
Shall come out and play;
They are the beautiful, dangerous prey
For those who are brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

Each has a Moon entwined into their hair-
Too beautiful for any mortal to bear-
And silver of old, feathers of gold, meant to lead
The way of those brave enough to stay
After the Sun is away.

They will dance throughout the whole night cold,
Glimmering bold, all that silver and gold.
It is really a shame that
From one hundred thousand men
Only one shall dare to stay
After the Sun is away.
Artemis Of The Bow
Twin of my brethren youth,
This forest is thou own.
Sworn to the faces of the moon
And the silver, Divinity bestows.
Off the hunt, and above the hounds -
Life within the bow.
Fairest maiden of many calls,
This forest is thou own.
Archer of the gleaming dart,
My sister of the dualist two -
The nymphs have sworn their oath,
To the daughter who runs with wolves.
Favoured by Zeus and amongst all Gods,
Man played no part in this -
No part in the making of this maiden.
Thy fair Goddess, Artemis.
Vishnu Dreams of Marilyn MonroeIn cities of ashen shine you pucker lips
too lush to be anything but bridges.

Winding through windows
the wind chimes slowly,
mingles the threads of your brown hair
with the voice of horses wild, unseen,

brought from the steppes of common place heaven
to the machination of light that surrounds you,
city dwelling fox of the fiery tome
of unreason.

In this catastrophic miracle that is my dream,
in this cosmic clutter of symbols
and names

where the histories are meaningless
and bones turn to stone
and stones fly,
launched from the small hands of children;
in this reckless melody first heard
so many dreams ago, this compositi
if you jump, i jumpYou’ve been breathing funny lately
I feel it in your soul
The life you live is seeping through your pores
You are so young,
Brave and strong and at some point
You were free.
How I wish I could reclaim you,
Stop you from going cold,
I have never been the most patient,
But for you I will always try.
When you first held my hand I knew
That I would never stop belonging to you.
To see you now breaks my heart
I can see it breaks yours
The spark you had is long since dead
Or curled up somewhere dark inside your head.
There is no life in those blue eyes
That used to strike me dumb
Your words carry no meaning
Every breath you take is laboured
You used to see light in everything
Now all you see is dark.
Your love of just being alive
Is the thing I miss the most.
It crushes me that I am not enough
To keep you on this earth
Without you I could not be me
Because if you jump I jump,
Just like the movies
Remember?
Clear Tears and Vivid BloodAs I stared into the blackness,
I began to think and wonder:
"What if these tears are blood?
What if my blood is a river of tears?"

What if, in the darkness of night,
because of my impaired vision,
I am not able to be sure
of the color of my tears?

Perhaps, in reality, they are red.
The tears that are falling on my pillow
are not saltine water drops,
but rivulets of blood.

Should daylight eventually come,
everyone would be able to see
the bitter tears I'm crying
without a chance of hiding.

And what of the blood in my veins?
That, of course, is replaced
by the clear, clean water of tears,
salty, stinging, and invisible.

Should my skin be
Little childI stand in a field, as a child,
A simple flower, i hold in my palm,
A symbol of how easily something can be crushed or blown away,
Nurture this beauty and sigh away my pains,
A lotus, the soul of my love,
I hold in my hand.

As i contemplated these thoughts,
A Angel made itself known, walking in, with no halo or holy father,
Suddenly i felt insecure and stupid,
A boy in love with a flower.

It approached me and took my hands in its palms gently,
An angel maybe but a woman i was sure,
She possessed soft hands like small pieces of stroking silk,
Encasing my hands so they formed like fists.

A panic, i fell into fear as i began to crush my love,
WolvesSick of the pack,The wolves,
Running and seeking while staying together,
Singularity Is none existent to you,
Strength in numbers,weakness In singles.

Throw your morals at my face,
When you're the one who forgot them,
I never swore loyalty to you,
And you have never shown me such a thing,
And yet I'm meant to be,
When I left you didn't even notice,
If I did stay would you know?

You can scream betrayal from your tower,
You can tell a story of my deeds,
Words are words and actions are real,
Saying something doesn't make It so.

With my actions I only grow,
With your words you'll have nothing to show,
When they forget their love for you,
You'l
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For those who are brave enough to stay
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The Dragonlord

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'Hear my call, Dragonlord!
For in my sleep, I have met your Queen...'

They cast me in shadows, dark and deep,
Bound me by blood, flesh and skin,
Broken bones unable to heal...
They closed behind them gates of steel,
Condemned me to pain by erasing my name.

'And had she not came, I would've met my bane...'

Fear run trough me as she spoke.
The DragonQueen opened my eyes,
Showed me the truth from the lies,
And brought me here before she had to disappear
Back to the Darkness...

But even dead she had
A golden sun shining in her eye and
The wind from the distant North
Bringing her forth...
It's only because of her that I dare...

'...call upon the mighty Dragonlord's name...'
she said,
'For he was also betrayed.
Because of that, by his enemies' hand, his Queen was slain.
You will understand his pain.'

'So hear my call, Dragonlord, and come to me;
Come to me, for I summon thy...'

In the mist of fire and smoke needed to bring
The Dragon forth, I wait, as the silence falls
Upon my grave-yes, this is where I now stand,
For after they bound me in the dark, they lied and said
That the mighty king had died.

As I watch this darkened stone, I listen to the gathering storm,
For I know that with it comes the Dragonlord.
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I don't even know what this is supposed to be.
I think Hobbit went a bit too much to my head.
That's the only explanation for me working so hard on this, and coming up with nothing for days xD
Well, now it's out, and hopefully, over and done with. :P

I also just learned the importance of triple checking everything you post online. I hope I didn't miss any spelling mistakes.

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Mood: Love ~nikoskap Mar 25, 2013
Lovely!
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Mood: Love *ClockwiseDream Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! ^_^
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~nikoskap Mar 26, 2013
You're welcome!
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~iKestrel Dec 24, 2012  Hobbyist
Dragon lord. Sounds familiar. I think theres a book with that name.
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*ClockwiseDream Dec 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Perhaps, but, this is not about it, sinc I didn't hear about the book. ;)
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~iKestrel Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist
Oh, ok. Carry on then oh great artist! =D
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*ClockwiseDream Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, I just randomly used Dragonlord to mark a Dragon that rules over other dragons because it's easier to pronounce than DragonKing, right?
Will do that, as soon as the tests are over (which is tomorrow, long live freedom). Thanks for the :+fav:, too. :)
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~iKestrel Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist
=D Anytime. Cool. Wait, what? Test? You've got to be joking? We have like ummm... three weeks left of holiday here. Poor you.
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*ClockwiseDream Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, here the holidays season is a bit different :D We start our winter holidays at the end of this week, and have about two weeks and five days free until we go back to school. But, I'm done with most of the stuff anyway, only thing left should be physics test tomorrow which is pretty easy :D So, from tomorrow I'm as free as a bird and can waste all of my time on writing xD
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~iKestrel Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist
Wait so you have school over Christmas????
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