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Shooting Star

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Beautifully Damned
Insecurities plague my mind,
I have a habit of listing them off,
Just to myself in my head,
I guess it’s to remind myself they exist.
You’re fat,
Can’t you exercise a little?
And where’s the restraint on the food?
You’re ugly,
Makeup can’t even fix that
You’re stupid,
Instead of writing this bullshit,
Can’t you focus on something,
For even two minutes at a time,
STOP PITYING YOURSELF,
I say that to myself quite often,
Because I suppose that I can’t feel bad,
When I was blessed,
With hands to write,
And a body to walk life through,
And a head to think thoughts,
But I’m a pessimist,
So it isn’t long until I remember,
I may be blessed, but I’m also cursed,
I’m damned with these hands,
That can’t stop writing,
And this horrendous body,
And these thoughts in my mind,
They don’t stop coming.
I awoke from celestial slumbers
and saw her frame so fair
among daffodils waving in the air.
Her golden grace amazed me
as the softest silence
fell upon my soul
and declared itself as love.
Beautiful! :)
The Truth

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Character Concept: Rhoda Collins
Artist: Marcelo Salaza (https://scatteredcat.wixsite.com/scatteredstudios/marcelosalza) Rhoda Collins, a teenage witch that is the protagonist for a comic script I am developing.
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Club Night
It was late at night
The feeling was right
And the scene was out of sight
As soon as I walked in the door
I made my way to the floor
Wanting nothing more
My hip chains jingle
The clubbers commingle
I feel a familiar tingle
I begin to feel the heat
As I move my feet
To the music's beat
To just be me
I feel so free
At least as much I can be
I flow with the sound
Not feeling the ground
And keep dancing around
A feeling inside
Is coming alive
I'm feeling it thrive
The heat starts to rise
As time flies
I receive a surprise
He walks over and says hi
And winks and eye
A lick on his cheek is my reply
Paws on my hips
Exploring lips
And then my foot slips
I feel fright
But he grabs me tight
And holds me all night
The Heart
A heart is said to be the most fragile part of a human, besides the soul that is. But don't think a heart can ever be broken. In fact, I don't think it's ever whole.
Although I believe a heart can't be broken, I imagine that it is in pieces.
Each experience we have and everyone we meet adds another piece. Depending how good or bad something is determines the size of the added piece.
What I Deserve
My friends ask me how I am and I always answer fine
I don't want them to worry about the problems that are mine.
I don't like lying to them and it makes me sad that I do
I think about it all the time but I don't know what else to do
I continue searching for the answer and I will never stop.
With each lie i tell i feel like my heart is about to pop.
I endlessly dream each night for a more joyful life
But each time it is cut in half with a bloody rusted knife.
I know he people who give hugs say they care
But whenever I need them, no one is ever there.
I hold it all in and cry often cause it hurts so much
And after all that I've done, I know I deserve as such.

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Song without Music
A haunting melody
Fills the night.
Chasing away shadows
That tend to fright.
No music is playing
But a song there still is
Floating around
Like an unseen mist.
Somewhat soft
And almost gentle.
Those that hear it
Believe they've gone mental.
I always feel sad
About those who are immune,
Deaf to the music,
A sweet melodic tune.
Depression
Sitting here, watching clouds go by
I see myself being left behind
And to myself, I'm asking why?
What is there left for me to find?
There's no reason for me to be sad
I can see nothing and still see all
Most people would become crazy or mad
Waiting in the darkening light I begin to fall
With no one beside me I accept my fate
My body disintegrated, my spirit begins to fade
Still falling without slowing, I'm losing faith
I come to the end of the hole, surroundings of the darkest shade
Although my body is no more I still remain
My spirit lingers on something but I don't know what.
I wish to stop this inhuman pain.
Gaze upon my home, this pit, this rut.
Please someone, anyone, help me
I don't want any of this
I want to be set free
Help grant my wish.
Angels?
Being standing in the grey
Let your angels of light and dark guide your way
Light to hold you dear,
Shadow to protect you from fear
Forces of the moon and sun
Will fight together as one
For their beloved One
My First Time at Prancing Skiltaire
Dimming lights, increasing sounds
Wagging tails on synthetic hounds.
From what I see
The furries are free
Neighbors are thinking “Oh woe is me.”
The suiters are few
Some faces are new
Eep! I just got groped by Rainhopper Roo.
Night has spread
I’ve talked to the collie Red
The straight pure bred.
The side of the house is like an alley
It is here I chat with my friend Growly
Telling him about my friend Ally.
The churros arrive
The furries strive
None were left alive.
Euro and I play some games
Getting up, I ripped my Hanes
My face burned more than a thousand flames.
Off to In-and-Out we go
Giving the drivers a little show
Hey there, pal! Watch the road!
Yummy burgers, tasty fries
Luckily there are no flies.
Someone brought balloons. What a surprise!
On the way back, a handler I be
Growly showing how, lucky me
Too bad I myself couldn’t see.
It is midnight now, the party ends
I say goodbye to Roccie, Belledraco, and other friends.
Sanctuary
Slipping out of my skin
Just to feel the purity
Of freedom.
I escape my prison,
The sense of rebirth
Rushes over.
I am asleep, but aware;
Living and yet nonexistent,
Floating through the grey.
It is here,
The sanctuary, that calls to me.
Its light blinding and hidden by the darkness
Of its shadow.
The place where everything began
And will end.

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Forgotten
I know I shouldn’t say this
But sometimes I feel so sad.
Sitting here, thinking about our times
Both the good and the bad
First you kissed, said you loved me
Then you left me, left me standing
All by myself, in the rain
With nothing left except this pain.
Raindrops fall and soak my face
Helping me to erase
My pain and memory
The Fates’ Joke
Years of tears and blood,
The soul doth lingers
Always turning the other way,
Never pointing any fingers.
Sob filled wishes
And desperate prayers
Sent to many gods
But listeners were often scarce,
He appeared
And seemed like the one
It was then, that the Fates
Began their fun
Love was expressed
And hearts were shared
But as it seemed,
Only one fully cared.
The wish that was granted
Was soon unraveled.
The wishers heart shattered,
Like rock to gravel
Staying friends to be happy
Was thought to be easy
But love being shared around him
Only made him queasy.
A wish that was twisted
But still has its perks
I can protect him from
The many jerks
The love may not be shared
But there we share a different kind.
I’m sure there’s another love
Out there for me to find.
But no more prayers
And no more Fates.
If they interfere again
I’ll show them hell’s gates