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The Girl Who Dreamt of Never Being AloneThere was a time,
Where I never smiled.
It was time in which I never cared much.
Not for anyone,
Not for anything.
When I was younger,
People thought it was just a phase.
That I'd soon over come my shyness,
And have friends.
But I never changed.
People grew scared,
Thinking I had some type of black magic in me.
They thought I was depressed,
Or that I had secrets I couldn't tell anybody.
They sent me to many strange people,
To therapists dressed in covers of white.
But nothing ever changed.
Their worries grew into disgust.
Their stares of pity,
Into painful stares of hatred.
The kind and scared words became sharper.
And each one,
Left a new scar on my heart.
The truth is,
I didn't care.
Not for anyone,
Not for anything.
Right?
They could do what they wanted.
It wouldn't bother me.
My walls grew so tall,
My heart...
It turned to stone.
At the age of nine,
I was just empty.
I didn't feel anything,
Only dull and hollow.
I felt like a doll.
Emotionless.
Only thing

Suspended QuietusI lay to rest, cold soul and deep beneath your ground
no longer attached to the world by physical thread
am I alive at all, I often wonder aloud
or does this hollow hole imply that I am dead?
Do you miss me now that I've gone?
Or were you waiting for this moment all along?
I faintly recall your voice's waning sound
as into the depths by a dark angel I was lead.

Suspended consciousness walks hand-in-hand,
With this mysterious being that wishes to lock me away,
In this alternate universe known as dreamland,
So as I rest in my sturdy base,
I close my eyes and fall into a peaceful trance,
I envisage myself at the doorway of this place,
This place of purity, upon these clouds I stand,

Pressed against the box that was once my refuge
It has become the prison I abhor
From spirit my bones seem to protrude
I’m not whole anymore
Severed from the world and plane that I once knew
Distant and detached as this land I wander t

Don't let me forgetDon't let me forget

the words that I want

the words that I need

to write

to type

to say

Don't let me forget

the ideas

that come in a spur of a moment

and have the chance to become something great

Don't let me forget

the people

the creatures

the gods

the demons

the heroes

the villains

that I have created

with all of their details

down to their last flaw

Don't let me forget

the worlds and places

ones that are my own

and others that already exist

Don't let me forget

how all these things come together

to make something magical

Let me remember

my story

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.

American GirlsOn my sixth birthday
I sat below this very window
and brushed her blonde curls with
my own hairbrush and ran
my own fingers through the threads
of her hair.

All she and I did
was play.

When I slept
I could still see
her beaded eyes staring back
at me, her pleated skirts
and porcelain skin
fabrics I feel on my own skin,
the squeak of rubber
as I moved her arms and legs
to what I saw fit.

She was beautiful, taught,
pampered and prodded.
In the mirror in the hallway
next to the kitchen
I could see my own dark, ratted hair
and dark, dark, eyes, and coffee-stained skin.
In the kitchen
I could see my mother
her skin scrubbed raw, eyes tired
and

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Choice Between Two WomenTwo choices stand before you, at your left and at your right,
Both ladies passionate for you, landing you with a plight;
Who would you choose to be your wife,
To live with her till death, for the rest of your life?

Would you choose the woman who glows with grace?
With her long silky hair framing her beautiful face?
Whose tainted heart lies beneath the fake facade,
A heart so dark, her beauty flawed?

Or would you go with the girl whose scarred face horrifies all?
Whose horrid appearance cause eyes to fall?
Whose looks, however, is betrayed by her soul,
A kind-hearted aura that envelops her whole?

As the two women stand before you, the

Fire and WhiskeyFire-flies danced
Through the trees that
Stood around
A man with nothing but
Matches
And a bottle.
He flicked his wrist and
A match started to burn,
Dropped to the crisp
Leaves and
Left to smoke.
The whiskey burned more than
The flame as he
Tipped the bottle
And downed that
Golden-yellow
Nectar of the Gods,
Sparked with a fire
Of it's own.

Lost Memories: PrologueZane awoke from his sleep. It was 11:11 at night. He smelt smoke coming from his house. Upon noticing it, he sprung up from his bed and grabbed his Sai for protection. He then went on and looked for the source of the fumes. He then was jolted by the sound of screams. He began panicking, and ran to his younger sister's room, now completely ignoring the smoke.

When he got there, he quickly came to a sudden realization: They weren't alone. His sister was standing in her room, staring at a 6' 1'' person, unidentifiable at the moment. Its face was dark and cold, and its eyes pierced Zane as it turned to him. He grabbed his sister, Emily, who stoo

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A Liar's Flower

by ~CrazyPapercut, May 31, 2012, 10:21:19 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Betrayal.
Something that has been engraved in time for as long as time itself.
Betrayal and lies only lead to despair don't you know?

Lies and confusion start wars,
wars even foresight can't perceive,
for these wars are not exactly wars.

These wars are called revolutions,
states of mass changes in society,
usually a corrupt one.

But let's fall back to the betrayal,
a small one between men of mass knowledge in a land far away.
A genius creation's fame stolen from a man like it was nothing at all.

This betrayal and lie germinates a seed,
that seed grows in its host like a parasite,
changing, changing, creating and imagining for the host a simple idea.
Revenge in the form of revolution.

In an instant the seed blossoms and flowers.

The ideal is recreated on the man himself for he feels the need to set forth an example of what will be.

Robotic limbs and veins of electricity,
Gears of knowledge ever turning to glorify the image that will be the norm.

His ideal future is painted in gold metallic flowers,
the only obstacle is time.
Time, time, time, always time.

During time many things can and will happen,
it just matters if you can wait,
with a man who has a heart of gears he has all the time he'll ever need.

A Glorious Revolution will happen.
Just you wait.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

A Liar's Flowerby ~CrazyPapercut

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~CrazyPapercut

I got kind of carried away didn't I?

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~BeastQueen Jul 8, 2012

OMG

You made my day with this ^^ +1000 internets to you ^^ I just love this

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~CrazyPapercut Jul 8, 2012

Ahem well glad you could enjoy it, Miss.

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~ResilientHeart May 31, 2012

OH my god
that was wonderful
I especially like the golden metallic flowers
holy shit
you win the net

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~CrazyPapercut May 31, 2012

Oh please I do not.>3>
What would I do with the net anyway? Catch fish?

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~ResilientHeart Jun 1, 2012

the
in
ter
net
internet i mean

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~CrazyPapercut Jun 1, 2012

what am I going to do with the internet plot world domination?

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