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plz read!!!i need some help.plz read!!! by Amaterasu-Hanako
okay i really want to get some more points, so i can donate them to other peepz in need fo them, a premium membership, and do ask for commishes. no one has donated for a LONG time. im kind of worried that no one likes my work. what do i do to get more people into requesting stories ( and now im going to do artwork too) help me plz! if you could like, i dont now, maybe spread the word to your friends that im open for story AND art commishes, now (and now if you guys request on a Saterday from 6:00 PM-7:00 PM eastern standard time its FREE!!!!) so plz help me in getting some extra buisness. thank you for your time
OH! for you who are waiting for you story, i am SO sorry for the wait! i got into bleach, and the new story im writing. im working on your stories as we speak, just wait a bit longer!
What color Am I?Some claim itsWhat color Am I? by Elska15
at worlds end.
A flag waved high
that foreign lands defend.
It may fill you with envy
or remind you of greed
It may slow me down
or bring me back up to speed.
A symbol of life,
or remarkable good dead
The flush on your face
The last stroke of summer
as it gives way to fall
or the creeping of moss
as it grows
up a wall.
The CycleI am in an endless cycleThe Cycle by V1331V
Explain it, I shall try
I did the breaking, again.
He will be the fourth
It pains me to do it,
But it must be done
At the same time,
The pain doesn't pain me
Like I've already let go
Already moved on
But then, I am ashamed
I SHOULD feel the pain
For causing them such pain
And yet....I don't
And still, I don't feel that pain
In all honesty, it does not exist
I was over it before it began
Still....I feel guilty
For never feeling the pain to start with
I moved on before it started
That's not possible, and so I feel....pain
The cycle continues
It will never end
Forever "I should feel this but don't"
Only fading when distracted
Reasons for LifeI conjure up the thought of being gone.Reasons for Life by V1331V
But I probably even do that wrong.
I get the feeling that sometimes
I should just go "poof" and be gone from their lives
But then more problems would arise
Stupid stuff, but it's still in the way
What would my mom do with my room?
All my endless amounts of useless crap
Would she be able to face it?
Or just leave it to collect more and more dust?
At school, who will help everyone with the homework?
No one ever wants to share answers for those who forgot
No oneexcept me.
Who will help them if I'm gone?
Online, who would take care of my accounts?
Would they stay there, idle
While endless people wonder
What happened to me?
And what about my phone
Would my mom disconnect it?
Or let the messaged pile up, of people seeking me for help
Who will be there to help those who are alone?
And my friend, the best ones
How could I forget them?
Who would help, protect, comfort, and love them
If I were to be gone?
As much as I'd love to simply
A Terrifying NothingShe had a sour note in her voice,A Terrifying Nothing by lordsnowwhite
And a dark gleam in her eyes.
She was portrayed as fearless,
But low, she feared nothing.
The nothing that inevitably would come,
And the nothing that was already with her.
Long fingers curled round neck,
Choking out her talent,
And filling the gap with sorrow.
The beauty of her work
Was defiled by her scrutiny.
She felt sharp nails dig deep within
And cried as the last of her happiness
dangled right in front of her eyes.
So she jumped out of her body,
And peeled the intruders off it.
She watched, eyes wide
As chunks of her fell to the floor.
But much to her surprise,
She didn't feel broken.
She felt lighter, more free.
The ideas seemed to flow into her mind,
And the words swam onto the page.
The world would read her written thoughts.
Though few would understand this girl,
None would forget the fashion
In which she strung the words together.
She'd scribble out her tribulations,
As she faced her greatest opponent.
It wasn't her against the world,
ColorI stare at the rowsColor by LyingViaPoetry
I think I've already looked
at all of them
I put another to the side
three on the side
I stop and look
the bottles next to me,
I'm the prettiest!
I can't choose
I can never choose
maybe this one
or this one
Maybe I won't like it
or they won't like it
or we won't like it
it doesn't matter
but it does
I'll just pick one at random
I close my eyes
stop that one
Wait it's red,
I wore red last time
But all of this
no one will notice
no one ever notices
I see all my flaws
but others don't
how can they see my flaws
if they don't see me
I put away these colors
so much color
waiting to be picked
Would people notice me
if I was a color
I shouldn't care
so why do I?
DifferentDifferent by Ita-chan12
An angry soul searching for peace,
an upset girl longing to be recognize,
they are the same, but completely different.
The girl wishes to do as she pleases with nothing to lose,
her soul longs to vanquish the evil spirits in her life.
They are forced into solitude,
into their own world,
People don't understand them,
they are not corrupted like the others.
So they are shunned,
unable to meet the masses.
All they ever wanted,
was to be excepted as they are.
My PalaceI stand in halls of memory,My Palace by kingtuter
A place of my own making,
Of faded pictures and crawling drafts,
The haunting of my troubled soul,
My palace, My prison.
ExpectationsI am more than your idea of me,Expectations by kingtuter
more than an opinion which you see.
I am more than what you can ponder,
and what you don't want to see.
I am more than an emotion,
an abstract form of being.
I am more than just a single thought,
more than a service to your being.
I am far older than your oldest thought,
more than a believe.
I am everything I expect of me,
and non of what you believe...
She CallsA single light shines in past mist once more,She Calls by kingtuter
He pushes his boat from Presents shore To sail over seas of nevermore,
Bellow the surface of murky memories, thoughts swim like ancient beasts,
But the past has called her wondering son,
And her song of loss to his all but broken spirit calls,
So here he comes, here he comes...