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Love: A Valentines Day Poem Love: A Poem

It cannot be bought

It cannot be forced

It must be pure and tenderly taught

It cannot be bragged upon

Nor can it be fake

It can only be given from within ones heart

It is often misused

It is often discouraged

And those who have it, have everything to loose

But those of you who fight for it will have no regrets

For you'll be fulfilled and know the truth

Those who have it should keep it

And those who don't should find it at all costs

For life without Love is for naught.

The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*

I am the one who hides behind your smile.

I am the monster you tell children to fear.

I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.

I am the forgotten.

I am the one you will always fear.

I am the misunderstood.

Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .

I am dangerous.

I am alone.

I am eternal.

I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.

I am the thinker and doer all in one.

I am the past, present, and future.

I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .

But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.

Claim you for the reaper, and welc
Redemption: Chapter Three
Captain Hook: Redemption

Chapter Three

Sally McCoy had been a serving maid in the Gray household for almost 10 years, and in her time there she had seen and heard plenty of strange things. But as she left Wendy Darling in the parlor to fetch her Mistress, the maid had to say that this newest turn of events took the number one spot for absurd happenings. The whole situation was absolutely preposterous!

The young Miss Darling couldn't be right; surely she must have been mistaken. . . She had to be. Alexandra Mercedes Gray had never in her life cared for anyone but herself, and now she was 'supposedly' taking on a student, and a young and pre
Wolven Oak: Chapter One
:bulletpurple:The Hobbit: Wolven Oak :bulletpurple:

Chapter One: The Dwarf Bard of Bree

It was nearing dusk as the sun began to set on the beautiful spring sky. And even the grouchiest of beings would have had to admit how good the weather had been that entire week. There had not had been an unwelcome cloud in the sky, nor anything but tender winds and green grasses, which had brought untold relief and joy to the farmers and town sellers of the small hamlet of Bree.

And despite the usual drab industry feeling the town created, Bree almost seemed peaceful as the daylight began to fade.

During the day, the streets were filled with numerous
DarK Silence
Listen to the silence

Corrupting the innocence

Savour its taste

Awaken its craze

Go and feel the sound of emptiness

Stuttering calmness

Makes my blood boil

Tightening thrill

Gets my nerves straight

            in the realization of my Loneliness.
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose

What is this feeling of entitlement?

Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?

Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?

Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?

I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!

And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.

Why is that?

Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?

Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.

For I am strong and will alwa
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
Soul CollectorBloody murderer…
Damned soul collector…

Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
          I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies…
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss…

A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind…
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control…
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face…
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I prom
Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r
Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.

Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.

Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.

Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his hea
Patriots DayThe time is now 4:26 PM on Monday, the 15th of April, 2013. Patriots Day. An hour and thirty four minutes ago, three bombs went off in Copley square at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. I found out at 4:05 PM, about an hour and twelve minutes after the fact, when my friends from New Jersey texted me to ask if I was alright.

I spent the night before at my friend’s dorm at Northeastern. We both took the Green Line in the morning; him to his internship at Arlington, and me back to my house. We both passed through the Copley T station on the way. It was about five and a half hours before the explosions killed three people and injured
Dragon Mage: Chapter 45Serene arrived later in the week, first thing in the morning after Eric and Percy had finished their walk around the dragons.  Rebecca was with her, as was another individual.  He was slightly taller than Eric, had smooth features but salt and pepper hair, and seemed lively.  There was an earnest, genuine smile on his face.
“Eric,” Serene began, I would like to introduce you to Tom Willings.  Mr. Willings represented me and Rebecca at our hearing, and it was in a large part due to his efforts, that the council found no wrongdoing by us.”
Tom closed his eyes and shook his head.  “You're too much, Ms. Winters.”  he turned to Eric and held out his hand.  As Eric took his hand and shook it, he said, “Well now, I finally get to meet Mr. Nuleben, the person who is the root of this.  It's a pleasure.”
“Thank you,” Eric wasn't sure what to make of Tom's comment.
Serene looked at Eric and Rebecca.
Love is Not Dead: Chapter Fifteen
 :bulletblack: :bulletwhite: Beetlejuice: Love is Not Dead :bulletblack: :bulletwhite:

Chapter Fifteen

Lydia drove through the streets of the Neitherworld, her red rimmed eyes scouring each building she passed, racking her memory for the address she needed. The girl had been searching for almost an hour now, and still hadn't been able to find the house she was looking for.

Why couldn't she remember one simple home address? Surely she wasn't that stressed? But with a wistful laugh, the girl noted that, yes indeed, she was that stressed. And by damned, she was going to give Beetlejuice the beating of his life when she found him, for leaving
Another oneLife is full of various surprises
you don't know when it's gonna hit you
Between the good and bad that's where you'll find
At time you don't even get the path to choose
Looking at the brighter side of life

You just get the chance to relax
Get the chance to forget the darker side
Think there is always hope
Smile instead of frowning
Instead of leaving your worries alone

Don't spend your dear life crying
I got to live my life right
Cause I know there's a reason why I exist
Why IM alive
All my negative emotions, I got to resist
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Esmeralda remained silent as the guard escorted her back to her prison cell, struggling to keep face until she was once more alone. But despite her best efforts, the pain was too much to bare. Having had yet another day on the wrack being wiped savagely by the vicious Cat O' Nine Tails for nearly a full hour, the gypsy woman couldn't keep the tears at bay.

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Love: A Valentines Day Poem Love: A Poem

It cannot be bought

It cannot be forced

It must be pure and tenderly taught

It cannot be bragged upon

Nor can it be fake

It can only be given from within ones heart

It is often misused

It is often discouraged

And those who have it, have everything to loose

But those of you who fight for it will have no regrets

For you'll be fulfilled and know the truth

Those who have it should keep it

And those who don't should find it at all costs

For life without Love is for naught.

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The Sentinel: A Poem

:icontarnisis:

The Sentinel: A Poem



All the night shall be your keep.

All those sleepers in their sleep

Will look to you and heed your call.

A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.  


And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.

Transcend the dying and the birth.

See for yourself the beauty there.

The perfect frailness that is life.


Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!

Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!

See the empires fall with broken spires.

And Father Time reclaim his own.



So watch the humans as they slumber.

And for once they might seem humble.

Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on

And see the love that enters here among the human race.
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I wrote this in my math class today and decided to post it. I suppose you could consider it a Holiday poem. . . :shrug: I dunno. Hope you guys enjoy! :iconcocoloveplz:

~Tarnisis :blackrose:
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~Valkyrie0123 Dec 23, 2012
very good! I like!
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~Tarnisis Dec 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you very much! :hug:
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~Valkyrie0123 Dec 30, 2012
thats kk! =>
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~Third-Eye99 Dec 20, 2012  Professional General Artist
very nice :)
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~Tarnisis Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
Thanks love! :hug: Long time no talk! How are you?
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~Third-Eye99 Jan 3, 2013  Professional General Artist
your welcome! oh man it has been a while. i am good all things considered. the holidays have been good. got to see some family and ive been hanging out with one of my good friends a lot so that's been great. its been great having a break from school also. not looking forward to going back but i dont have that much to go till im done so its all good.

how have you been??
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~Tarnisis Jan 9, 2013  Student Writer
I'm so glad that you got to spend time with family and friends, love! :aww: And I hear ya about school. I started January 2 and have wanted to have been done ever since! lol :giggle:

I'm doing okay. Been depressed lately and have had the worst writers block, but what can ya do?
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~Third-Eye99 Jan 12, 2013  Professional General Artist
Lol yeah. oh school. But we get through it and we will be better people for it.

Awe Im sorry to hear that :(. I've had my own things to deal with in the family so I can understand. and yes writer's/artist block happens to the best of us! Im sure something will come along and bite you with the inspiration bug :)
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*TheLastUnicorn1985 Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
that was BEAUTIFUL!! I especially love the line "And Father Time reclaim his own." wonderful work as always love!:glomp::tighthug:
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~Tarnisis Dec 18, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks, Hannah! :blush: :huggle: I loved that line too. It was one of my better creations to be sure. lol

(Thanks for the fave, too! :glomp:)
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