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Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers

But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place

Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two

Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die

Winter BluesA blanket fallen from the clouds
Covers the land as snow falls down,
So white, white as a wedding gown,
White, white as the burial shrouds.

The firs wear coats made of snow,
The solemn silence like mist soars
To mountain tops from valley floors,
Silence of graves does follow.

Lonely cart tracks slowly fade,
Now they only lead to nowhere,
Their origin is no longer there,
Soon they are but a white shade

A blanket fallen from the sky
Covers the peaceful land below
With the innocently white snow
Comes the cold that lets us die.

Where Things Went WrongI think I owe you an apology
For the way I acted towards you.
Ignoring my own advice I failed
To follow the rules I made for me.

I still don't know what's wrong with me,
Neither why I took it out on you.
So here I stand and wonder if
We can go back to how we once were.

"I am sorry for what I did",
These words I can't force out.
Trying to solve a puzzle I can't see
I wonder where things went wrong.
Where things went wrong

Maybe I just wasn't aware of how thin
My usually thick skin had become.
While I went into the swamp of doubts
And depression to help others out.

I've sunken in without noticing
Until it all went so very wro

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.

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?

Modern WitchcraftTell me, how does it work
The invisible date stream?
Why can the touch of a hand
Change so much on screen?

Smoke's strangeness all around
And the haze of a careful flame
The minute hand quietly moves
It is time to strike twelve

One simple movement
Changes meaning at once
Press to start a new world
Unfolding in your hand

Smoke stops, blazes burn
A glowing green light
And the soft beat of drums
Blazing brilliantly in obscurity

A voice resounded
Music starts play
A whole orchestra
Coming from my hand

It is a symphony of color
One which shines as an Aurora
These Spirits begin to dance
Much like that of Borealis Beauty

Anot

Obituary Of A FriendshipAfter all this time we finally meet again.
I'm excited to hear how you've been, my friend.
But when you start to talk I start to abstain.
While I smile, secretly I wish for this to end.
We're thrown back into a time that ended long ago.
What we had in common does not matter anymore.
Again you want a shoulder so you can have a good cry.
I am diplomatic though I sense this friendship does die.
About all the tragedies that happend to you I shall know
While I cannot tell you why my smile becomes so sore.

I am really sorry that things have come to this.
We used to be good friends but we both have changed.
I treasure what we had, but yo

Leave her alone!I see you, hear your cries
They may come from the heart
You blame others for filthy lies
But yet, you fail to see
And still, you fail to listen
You assume, think you know
But you don't understand

I see you, hear you whine
Maybe you really miss her
Maybe you cannot understand
She has a life on her own
Come on, get up. I know it's hard
Move on, you can't have her back

I see you, hear you still
See, the more you complain
The more pathetic it looks
Without a true apology
She is not to blame for this
She had suffered far too long

I see you and hear you
And for the last time "Stop!"
She has enough of you, just go
Leave her, do

Please ... Don't ...The sun's shining and the sky is clear
and you wish that you weren't here
Anymore, no part of this world, of this life
You're trapped in darkness and the way out
Of it is death, there's no doubt
But the alluring whispers of the sharp knife

When you drive in your car down the road
You dream of your last abode
And your eyes search for a tree to crash into
Every bridge's a chance to jump down
Each river tempts you to drown
In it, you climb high buildings not for the view

How can I make you stay here with me
When you try so hard to flee
From life's pain and the darkness and the sorrow?
Still I'm begging at your feet to stay
Not to

We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially

It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?

Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
I

TodayToday the lion ate me
He swallowed me in whole
Today old demons found me
And claimed parts of my soul
Today, it was not my day

Today the lion bit me
I fought with all my strength
Today the demons got me
I disputed at length
Today was not my day

Today the lion ate me
To show me he's the king
Today the demons got me
Their poison injecting
Today wasn't my day

Today I left the lion
With a scar I have earned
Today I shed off demons
And gained a lesson learned
Today was my day

25. LurkingFrom my dark room I see right
Into yours filled with light
Gossamer courtains frame the scene
Of you staring at your T.V. screen.

I have no need for T.V.
You're all I want to see
But there is that man by your side
Who doesn't deserve you, I wish he died

I watch you leaving for work
While in my room I lurk
Hours pass and patiently I wait
For you to return home about eight

I see him kissing your lips
And his cursed finger tips
Desecrating your skin so fine
You shouldn't be with him you should be mine!

I left my dark room and went outside
Wait in the shadows where I did hide
And I wait for you to walk by
The attack was quick,

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

My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"

But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day

I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"

"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch

They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything

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An endI am sick and tired
I have made up my mind
and will not waste my time
with you and our enmity

I do not care anymore
how your life will now be
I stop to make it worse
than you had made mine for me

There's nothing left to do
All words have been said
As for me, go and claim
you have won, hereby I quit.

Riddle 2A new riddle about which you'll muse.

Its colour changes while it's in use:
When you buy it, it is black
After usage you can't give it back
You can find it in rock's bed.
During its usage it turns red.
Afterwards it is useless and white.
Back then is was heavy, now it is lite.

Riddle 1It's time, now riddle me this:

You can't see it until it's cold.
Without weight, it you can hold,
But trying to touch it is in vain.
Without it you will be in pain,
It can be catched, held and saved.
It is precious but seldom craved.

Can you guess now what it is?

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Birth Name: I won't tell
Pirate Name: Lady Riddle
Age: about 23
Your Birthday: One day out of 365 ^^
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: "A woman never tells the truth on this topic."
Race: Human

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PerfectionI wanted to be perfect
And confused it with fitting in
I tried to be like everyone else
But deep down I was a misfit

I wanted to be perfect
And confused it with gaining love
I tried to be a slinky lover
But deep down I knew love's not sex

I wanted to be perfect
And confused perfect with pretty
I tried to adjust my looks
But deep down I despised myself

I still want to be perfect
And confuse it with having friends
I try to be a good friend for them
And deep down I have no doubts yet

I still want to be perfect
And confuse it with being me
I quit trying to put on a show
And deep down I love most my flaws

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by *Diluculi, Dec 11, 2012, 7:27:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

"The world is big and I am small,
I am short and the world is tall.
The world is cruel and I am hurt,
The world is cold and full of dirt."

The melody of a children's song
Echoed through the empty floor
When the shadow of a former self
Marched towards that certain door.

Behind that door there was a short shelf,
Drawers unlocked by a key
Agile fingers had stolen before.
The lighter was found with glee.

"The world is big and I am small,
The world is too deaf for my call.
The world is cruel and turned away,
The world is cold and has to pay!"

Like ice the darkened walls did glisten
On the floor there was a lake.
The last canister soon was empty
And the pale hand did not shake.

With a soft hiss the flame's brought to life.
It stretched and began to dance.
A hand tried touching it tenderly
Staring eyes entered a trance.

"The world is big and I was small,
It never did love me at all.
But with you the tables will turn!
But with you my friend, it will burn!"

Warm Meby *Diluculi

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

and the lighter fell...

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~Sutsuki-Sensei Dec 15, 2012

Well, this is certainly...interesting and mildly creepy. lol Excellent piece Riddle!!

*Diluculi Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you ^^

~Adonael Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"Embers" or "Pyre"

In other news, good use of the rhyme scheme. I like how the refrain changes near the end and the bold word was effective in its delivery.

*Diluculi Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you very much

~Adonael Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No worries

~crimsonlegion Dec 11, 2012

well done my friend, congratulations

*Diluculi Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you very much

~Hockaloo Dec 11, 2012

For some reason this really seems like it could be a song. I love it soooooooooo much, though! And now I have it stuck in my head, in song form haha

*Diluculi Dec 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I would like to hear the melody

~Hockaloo Dec 12, 2012

Hehe it kind of changes every time I think of it! ^-^;

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