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74 / F / GDragon's bedroom...
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Posted 1/22/14
Demons are upon us
who rapes our soul with a dirty thrust
steals your innocent and turns it into lust
American horror story, watch it, it's a must.

I'm feeling poetic.
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28 / M / ANimA HQ
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Posted 2/13/14
Life is like a camera:
Just focus on what's important,
capture the good times,
develop from the negatives,
and if things don't turn out
– take another shot
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25 / M / California
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Posted 3/16/14 , edited 3/16/14
Empty Hands on White Sheets


Hooks, Temperature, Time


Looking Back Through the Water


Meadering, Wandering


Bus Trip to Yellowstone


I like prose poetry and I've been starting to like it more than 'traditional' poetry. The paragraph formatting of some poems here are all intentional.
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Posted 3/25/14


Thank you

Colors, like words;
I'm intoxicated.

Sounds I can see, like thoughts;
echo.

A distinction I should have made a long time ago-
I can't even remember.
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26 / F / Leicester, Englan...
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Posted 3/25/14
I mostly write dark poetry but from time to time I come up with other forms. Such as this one:

A Short Ode To Rain
I love to listen the sound of the rain
The quaint pitter patter on my window pain
A gentle spritz is all I need
to put my sleepy mind at ease
Watching the droplets stream all around
Smiling as I hear that magical sound
The resulting water pattern now a piece of art
Rain has imprinted upon my heart

Also this poem that some may find disturbing.

Speeding Kills
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Posted 3/25/14 , edited 3/25/14
Just came up with this after being inspired to write by everyone else's work. I'm a bit unsure if it needs the first stanza.

Spring Rain

My heart is full of new grass,
sweet and crushed,
mixed with the scent
of last year's dead things.

I am following,
as the rain follows,
an old trail, well worn,
rivulets joining to a flood,
tearing down doubts and redoubts,
baring hidden rock.

What is old, is new
in the new sun.
And what is new is old,
roots trailing deep in the soil,
nourished by centuries.
We are reborn in the same ways,
freshened by the dawn,
eternal in our inconstancy,
with our feet in the soft earth
and our eyes on the stars.

Time is a great flood
and I want myself
and the earth -
all bejeweled with dew,
breathing together,
in one moment only,
to be absolute and true.
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Posted 4/30/14
I have several sets of works, here are the links to my poetry and to my songs:

PlatinumWolf93Poetry.blogspot.com

PlatinumWolf93Songs.blogspot.com

Here is a link to a silly short story (and will eventually have other posts with anime/manga/video game reviews and such):

PlatinumWolf93VideoGamesAndAnime.blogspot.com

Here is a link to a MATURE Content Story that I am working on (Not finished):

PlatinumWolf93ShadowsOfTheMovingWind.blogspot.com

well that's all of my works for now, I hope you like and enjoy my writing, any helpful criticism and such will be appreciated, and will help motivate me to write more
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26 / M / Rochester, MN
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Posted 5/1/14
The Coffee Machine

What is darkness of the night but barren light?
Darker yet is the blackness of the simmer
Of Cocoa beans that sit in bags, aging in, aging out.
The steaming water that boils over the machine,
Fragrant tears that drip, drip, drip,
Dark as coal,
Heavy, and bitter as the cold night.

A dash of nutty vanilla; or is it mocha?
Meaningless matters when we sip, sip, sip.
We feel the rousing of the sleepy soul
From every hint of the scalding heat.

Dreary and long is the road,
And heavy is the burden of the load.
They call it the trial of the finals.
It is the rite of passage,
The baptism of fire learning youths struggle towards.

The gaze of the morning light does no welcome.
When Apollo rides forth on his burning chariot,
The great endeavor is rewarded.

The defeated lay fallen; asleep,
Trudging through the muck of careless bliss.
The rest, beaten and tired
Steadfast yet weary;
Unto your hands our waking will, we bestow,
O humble coffee machine.
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17 / F / South Africa
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Posted 5/1/14
Porcelain


Whispers travelled the corridors
anxiety filled the air,
and there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain
with skin as cold as ice.

Nobody dared to approach
but anyone could see,
the pills that lay nestled
within the palm of her hand.

And in the midst of all the tension
the silence seemed to overwhelm,
those who looked on wanted to run
they wanted to forget
because there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain,
with a smile as serene as the clouds.


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22 / M / Hawaii
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Posted 5/22/14
Sunlight comes shining through the window.
Someone shouts my name outside the door.
I groggily get up.
I brush my teeth.
Get dressed.
And start my day with breakfast.
The same old thing, everyday.
The same old tasks, everyday.
Some people find it boring.
Others seek to escape.
Others wish for excitement.
I watch the news, and see some get their wish.
Once I envied them.
But now I am wiser.
Now I see how they might wish again.
How they wish for the normal that I and many others take for granted.
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Posted 5/28/14 , edited 5/28/14
It does hurt to see those stale eyes pale.
Those eyes that shone in bedside tales.

And tragically, the heart bellows to see, his warmth
tied so narrowly. Aye, the king no eye will see,

Except for who that one will be,
‘til he is dead. But those hidden tons

of ridden lead, tarried over on a sleepless night,
will forever hold the strings of a nation tight.
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24 / M / Ohio
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Posted 5/30/14
I wrote this poem last year after I started to feel things in my relationship fall apart. Things didn't work out, but I remember how I felt, and this poem still holds true for me.

What am I supposed to do
When my heart that beats for you
Feels this distance and begins to break at the struggle?
My breath is caught in my lungs,
Fire like the stars, the light from the skies,
Burning deep within my chest.
Your kisses are sweet relief;
The soft rain in the eye of the storm.
Calming to the bones, cold liquid courage,
And my feet can leave this floor,
Lost in you…

Sweet dreams my darling,
For even if tonight we are apart, the moon is our hope,
Our reflection to the Earth, the sun, the seas.
Moving with this tide, as all things do flow,
We find each other again, across a world so set in its ways.
My love burns for you, my love,
As do the coals that light this cold night,
Turning this wood into delicate ash.
We are caught in this breeze; caught in the rush
Of the moon, the skies and my heart
That does beat for you…
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19 / F / Harrisburg, PA
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Posted 6/6/14


- by me, Olive Bassey
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19 / F / California
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Posted 7/7/14
I LOVE ANIME POEM

roses are red
pikachus are yellow
watching anime on my bed,
thinkin Near or Mello?
Goku is anime's ionic hero
Naruto is a spirited young fellow.
School days gets a zero!
For which i can not say
however higurashi slays more in 1 day.
Luffy has me smiling
while harhuhi's debt is piling
in which Ichigo is still scowling...
i suck at poems
this is true...
but believe i am an anime fan
just like u.
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26 / F / Europe
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Posted 7/23/14 , edited 7/23/14
Night Flight

I can see the golden stars while they Light up the night sky
made my choice and I say the past goodbye

But you would stay in my heart forever and always
even we have separate too fast our ways

I think it was the right time to say you goodbye
and now I'm ready for a new start, ready to learn how to fly

People come and go on our Path
a true friend shall always come back
that friend will stay in our heart and my head

Yesterday it was making me sad but I know tomorrow
that tears can fade and will give me a smile instead of sorrow


Written by me; Madelyn
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