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She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.

The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.

Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...

Her infatuation

Her melancholy

Her rage.

Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.

As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them

But secretly...
Wanting to be like them.

Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.

Lostmayday mayday, are you receiving?
is anyone listening, this ship is sinking,
there's blood on the waves, concrete rumors of mutiny.
treason at sea, last words in morse code, anyone..

throwing what's left of our lives on this line.
casting lines returning empty,
the static silence leaves us reeling..

if you're out there:
we can't.. much longer.. this is.. make it home.
tell her.. loved her.. over and out.. we are undone.
end transmission.

WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any author
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.

criss-crossed veins for the trigger girliii.
"you're not okay."
"I'm fine."
"no, you're lying. i can tell. everyone has a trigger."
"What's mine?"
"you smile."

ix.
she's walking around in circles
and trying to pick up her broken pieces, but they're
not fitting like they used to,
something's damaged beyond repair.

v.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"because i've forgotten what it feels like to heal."

viii.
she regrets not cutting deeper, when she sees the life
still running through her veins, and her parents asleep
on the hospital chairs.

ii.
she comes to school the next day with a bandaged hand
and blue eyes that seem a bit dimmer.
"i broke a mirror."
an

Supernova

You shone bright amongst the darkness
My dying star
Your damaged soul fueling my infatuation.

The memories beneath those eyelids
Burned at your soul
Though you didn't see fit to trust me with them.

With the freezing of your heart
And the flicker of your wrist,

You cast me aside.

Brooding on your own
Plunging us back into the blackest of nights.

But through the darkness
You still saw the moon
A beacon of hope on the bleak horizon.

And as I sat amongst the darkness
Bathed in the lunar eclipse
I realized there was no hope for a dying star.

Will You Marry MeYour face is smooth
        like the edge of a freshly wiped blade

Your skin is warm
        like teardrops in a steel morgue

Your hands are soft
        like linen sheets over pale, cool remains

Your hair falls to your shoulders
        with the accuracy of a weighty noose

Your stride is as confident
        as a blood-spattered Gladiator

Your legs send my heart
        into a state of hysteria

The FallingThe Falling

Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow

Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul

Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra

Acceptance...Sunbeams slowly dying
No sense in asking 'why?'
Darkness overwhelming
The stars fall from the sky
Life it holds no meaning
Heart and soul both aching
Hope? I watch her dying
As my world is breaking
Memories they linger
longing mixed with pain
Through times endless river
They always will remain
When the wounds have healed
The sun, I know will shine
And life it will go on
Though you're no longer mine
Then I will remember
The good times, not the bad
Eyes fixed on the future
The past wont make me sad
So journey on my darling
Find love and happiness
In life's wondrous journey
I too will find my solace
See the dawn is breaking
And hope she rises too
New shores and beginnings
And doors to walk on through
But I will still look back
Eyes filled with silver dew
And thank the tides of fate
That I shared love with you...

Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.

Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.

Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.

Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

Beautiful CarnageNightmares smiled sweetly as angels shattered.

The ThingI lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe door will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those mon

You StoleI greatly underestimated just how much I was affected by you leaving
My fear, my nerves, my will to improve
Gone

In some ways I should thank you
Being alone has taught me to stand on my own
Accept who I am
Make my own decisions

Failure doesn't scare me anymore
My drive to improve is returning
But this time it's for me
Not to try and impress you

If I happen to fail
I will continue to work
Be the best

I wonder how you're doing now
Since there's no me to run to
I hope all is well
Meant from the bottom of my heart

However
Not only did you steal my heart
But you stole a part of me
Carefree happiness
Days of innocence
All o

Ink StainedI color your name,
tattoo your body;
it keeps us connected.

Lips reach for the words,
stutter and stumble;
you will never hear them.

Poems on your skin,
do you feel my pen
trying to find your heart?

The Floating Prisons of Arlibon

Amongst the frozen winter clouds
There is a place for crooks and thieves
A prison dangling in the sky
Broken men with broken dreams

You must feel no sorrow for them
They have gotten what they deserve
Their feet were chopped for stealing gems
One lesson they have painfully learned

Forever trapped within the sky
The inmates will stay until their death
Paying for the crimes they committed
These crimes that will cost their final breath

But legend echoes through these cells
Of a man who chose to take his freedom
The prisoners pray to him like a god
In hopes that he will rise and lead them

He goes by the name "The White Raven"
His

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Hospital

by ~Riku727, Sep 28, 2012, 3:54:24 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives / Short Stories

"I hate hospitals."

"Why's that?"

"They're always trying to hide."

"What do you mean by 'hide'?"

"You smell that?"

"Yea. Smells clean."

"I hate that smell."

"Why?"

"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."

"Well that's morbid..."

"It's the truth."

"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"

"No. But that's not the point."

"What is your point?"

"It's all just too... pleasant."

"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."

"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"

"...No."

"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the person they love never existed."

Hospitalby ~Riku727

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives / Short Stories

This was actually based off of a conversation I had with

, though I doubt he actually remembers.

I wrote this the night after I returned home from going with him to visit his Grandmother in the hospital, (She's okay now, don't worry) which was also around the same time my Aunt died of Leukemia. The reason it took me so long to finally upload this (These events actually transpired several months ago) was due to my incredible perfectionism on getting the last line just right, which I still don't believe I fully achieved. :/ And yes, these are my views in a way. Though I do completely understand the reason why a hospital should appear to be a clean and happy place, the last line really hits home for me.

Basic message being: When your entire world comes crashing down, the last thing you want to see are the smiling faces of others, as if nothing changed at all, as if your loved ones life had no meaning.

But of course, this is a matter of (morbid) opinion. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

-Riku727
(Karina)

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*afrolady114 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Powerful message, and I agree with you. I hate hospitals because the only times I've ever been to one is when I injure myself, or a loved one dies. :\

Sucks, but definitely an eye opening message to the naive.

~Riku727 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much! And i'm glad you agree, no matter how morbid the message. :/ And i'm very sorry for whatever loss you've suffered.

*afrolady114 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem

Death is a natural part of life, and while there is a time to mourn, there is also a time to move on.

~Riku727 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Agreed

~crashmypartyhard Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is very interesting, i really like the message.

~Riku727 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much!

~crashmypartyhard Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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~Sonneth Sep 28, 2012

Ouch... and... true

~Riku727 Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Unoftunately.

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