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Battered RosesNothing now but battered roses fallen to the beatings of society, longing to be saved from such

Departed canvases for now no longer whole but cut in half, torn apart only to see scattered bloody

Pieces floating away amongst the floor, why should I wake when I am half past dead, for ailing misery

Knows no such company, just another pretty face, dying amongst the presence of horrid composers,

Every piece broken off, is the tormenting of a bellowing heart, I pray someone will pick up the pieces

And understand such indisposed sufferings…..
The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soul
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart

Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late

Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws
Gothic CinderellaGothic Cinderella

Cinderella wanted so much to go the Gothic ball
But she had chores to do
And her step sisters kept finding more to do
She wanted to listen to Nightwish and Within Temptation
While her sisters listened to One Direction
The sisters dressed in high street fashion
They shopped at Miss Selfridges and Next
Cinderella liked gothic clothing
Victorian cloaks with white frills
She had piercings and wore combat boots
The stepsisters did not approve
They thought she was strange
Perhaps on the borderline of insanity
They always picked on Cinderella
They were both going to the Gothic Ball
Even though they didn't like the music
It was the
How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.

Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.

Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.

And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.
WordsTaking your words I crumpled them up, and put them in my little woolen pocket, every step drags

Me down for I know, I am going to have to carry them about somberly in the breeze, such pain is not

Escapable, for words clench the blood out of my heart, leaving it only to be severed with the rest of

The organs to follow, such words consume me like a dark plague, with nowhere yet but to scurry to the

Walls of my brains, knowing now what must be done, taking a knife as a relic of nonexistent fear, cutting

Only deep down to make a hole, in hope longing pain goes out, my eyes burn with lasting joy as I watch

The words fall with drips of blood,
LinesSeeing through it all can be an everlasting savior, for those left who cannot, such fear comes to be

Inescapable to the eyes, one more to creep over into its place, taking time away with every glance

One more to tread, bitterness succumbing every step a maze of lengthened simplicity, wrapped into

Hallucinations of a morbid mind crossing the streams of living, watching the lines in the world passing

Slowly by searching only to waste time, for they are never going to change, the moments come and go

Only to leave, the mind troubled with voices festering in the immorality of fear…..
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 My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...

The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.

A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.

Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer
Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to

Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my

Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,

As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep

Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for

A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my

Little wings of white flames….
ShadowsCardboard cut-outs,
Shadows of men,
A bloody war,
That no-one will win.
 
The war that comes,
Of a broken man,
And the burning sun,
Charring the outlines.
 
Now we meld,
With all we despise,
Melt into hell,
Chaos... Disarray.
 
Sanity inside,
In dark we hide,
Monsters and men,
One for every ten.
 
Ten part monster,
One part man,
Without a master,
Without a plan.
 
Just dark,
And un-preened claws,
Just flesh,
And blood on the walls.
Ode to Majora's Mask's MoonYour horrifying smile
Stares down at me.
I run around Termina Town,
With great haste.
I must get everything
Done
In 3 days.

You fall
Elegantly
Down on us.
With time
I trust
You’ll crush
Us.

I watch you,
Your red-orange eyes
Scares me.
With its beauty
Knowing what
Will come.
2 days remain.

Townspeople in denial
Ignore your beauty
On the dawn of the Final Day
24 hours remain
My quest is
at an end
I know must run for
Your apocalypse
Has
Begun
Night of the 13thNight of the 13th
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?
Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope

Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,

What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll

Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such

Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the

King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead

To your undoing……
War and DeathWar was one a game
A game with sticks and toy guns
It didn’t mean anything
Now war means everything
War invades our minds
Intrudes on our hearts
It is no longer a game, but real
Where people get hurt
Where people really die

Death was once just a word
A word with little meaning to me
It didn’t have meaning
Now death means everything
Death kills our joy
Murders are love
It is no longer just a word, but fate
That leaves people hurt
That leaves people dead

War and death is all too real
To real in our lives anymore
War is everything
Death leaves nothing
War captures our minds
Death drowns our love
They are no longer games or words, b
Heart cushions for him.Copy paper sneezes – glittering ear pins;
toppled ribs laced in vitamins –
a synonymous murder,
to a pale yellow strand:
Victorian madam!

Who forgot her button,
and the fan she stuck through her head –
he had to navigate her corpse;
an anonymous chap –
tucking her knees into his backpack,
munching on iron and folic acid.
DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices

Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed

To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked

Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such

Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are

Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….
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'they dragged me down'

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two girls
one boy
probably 7 or 8
they stood on a path I was walking
"wanna play?" they asked when I came by
I nodded having quite the time
they cheered and smiled
there blue eyes shining
I smiled back and laughed
"what do you wanna play?"
and so the day passed
I played with
two girls
one boy
probably 7 or 8

as I looked at the sun already setting
I said I had to go
they looked at me questionable and asked
"why?"
"you promised to play with us"
I stepped back
"don't you need to sleep?"
I asked calmly
two girls
one boy
shook there head and smiled
"of course not silly"

I shrugged and walked away
not wanting to make my family wait
but suddenly I felt some arms
two girls
one boy
where holding me
"don't go" they said
"don't leave" they cried
we don't wanna be alone
I pushed them off
maybe a bit rough
but hey I wanted to go home

two girls
one boy
started to cry
I looked bad feeling somewhat sad for them
"I'll be here tomorrow"
I said giving a weak smile
they stopped and looked at me
there blue eyes shining
they nodded and smiled back
two girls
one boy
I left

when I went home
it was like the wind was telling me something
"you're next, you're next"
I felt uncomfortable running home quick

two girls
one boy
where waiting for me the next day
I came by smiling
again they asked
"wanna play?"
I nodded and gave in

days passed as I came every day
not leaving them alone
two girls
one boy
always waiting for me to play
I felt tired
exhausted
but couldn't leave them alone
"hey guys"
I one day said
"can I stop playing with you"
two girls
one boy
stared at me like I was crazy

"I'm sorry" I said and walked home
at least I wanted to
two girls
one boy
no eyes just blood
"you can't leave now"
they said creepily and grabbed my arm, hips and leg
"we love you so don't go"
I looked at them feeling scared
as they dragged me down
down to the ground
I couldn't breath
I couldn't see
what was happening to me



three girls
one boy
probably 7 or 8
waiting for a new victim
to join there 'lovely' game

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'they dragged me down'by ~kibbyofthestars

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the lovely game is depression
I realised that when the people around you are depressed
you'll easily get depressed as well

so THIS is how I'm feeling right now
I'm trying to help people but they're only dragging me down
it's weird...
©2012-2013 ~kibbyofthestars
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~DutchRoseFlower Nov 24, 2012
This is beautiful!
But I'm sorry to hear you feel this way ;n;
Just tell me when I can help mmkaay?
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~kibbyofthestars Nov 24, 2012  Student Digital Artist
ah it's okay I'm fine for now
I just need to ignore those people for now
and hope they're alright

I often get in contact with people who're depressed and I always try to cheer them up
it most of the time works (yeahI'mthebestpsychiaterever)
but it's tiresome
and my mom is forbidding me to draw for others because she wants me to get better and populair or so that's also a bit depressing
but I'll be fine as long as I can talk to people here
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~DutchRoseFlower Nov 25, 2012
Im happy if you're feeling happy!

I know exactly what you mean with that!
A few days ago I had to play mister makes-you-happy but I was feelig like crap because I was worrying about my grandma :c
Waitwat
You cant draw commisions?
Or requests?

*waves* same here! Deviantart is my make-happy-feel-good place when I feel like falling with my face on the ground and crawl all the way to my bed and only wake up when the earth is a happy place!
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