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Chronique d'une mort annoncee - Chronicle of a ..Chronique d'une mort annoncée

L'or du matin roule sur les brumes de la nuit

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Chronicle of a death foretold

Morning's gold rolling onto night's mists

- SophieCT, May 2013
I.Am.Not.An.ArtistI am not an artist
I do not believe I am someone with a creative mind
someone who can make something so bland into something so magnificent
I am not that
I will never be that
I see art and the world it is in
and I see nothing
I see no beauty
no creation
just shapes and colors
I do not see the beauty someone has created
or the depth and emotion that is hidden between the lines
I don’t see how someone can see so much within so little
to be able to create a life by just a few lines
and to be able to recreate something with their minds
I wish I could be able to do this
just a little of this
but I am not an artist
I am my own person
The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.

Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.

The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin
Don't Be FooledDon’t Be Fooled
 
Aesthetics do not affect the auricular.
All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye
 
We’re not moving, but He is……
Smoker's EpiphanySlipping through a puff of smoke
exaggerated wisps slipping through my subconscious
and I am emptier than before, less than I was
something subtle and hearty

Softened
smoothened and soothing
it's almost relief

almost.
Mother's DayMother’s Day,
For all mothers out there,
A time to relax and enjoy,
Having your family so close,
And loving all the moments.

For this is your day,
Celebrate and treat yourself well,
For all have done so much for your children,
You are an angel sent by God,
To bless the children,
And show them the way.

God bless mothers,
From around the world.
DilemmaToday in class
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
A beat

Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged

The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes

The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts

What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all

I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy

Time passes
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent

You
All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down
Kicking everyone out
I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart
And lock the door to my brain
I refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home
“Please leave your message after the beep…”
Beep.
“Where are you?”
I don’t know.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t know.
“When are you gonna let me in?”
I don’t know.
Never open the window... Never open the window...

I see you're here.

Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.

What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless.  
And actually, the only light I need...
...is that one that is so distant for me.

She asked me why I was saying that.
But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't care
I saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fears
But best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.

Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others.
Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you.
it has been four years, right?
Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul
The ChoiceSitting at the edge of the abyss
Between life and death.
I’m greeted with a disheartening choice
Solemn and quiet, I think on it.

As I sat, it is Death and all his friends
Who come upon me.
He grimly outstretched his callous hand
And persuaded me with odd tongues.

I thought of the missteps in life,
The seemingly dire loss of joy and hope.
Seeing no point to carry on, I decided
To listen to what the black spectre spoke of.

In the somber state my life had
Amounted to, I began to consider Him.
As I listened, a glint of light shone in
my eyes, fiercely blinding me.

From the clouds, a great white angel
Gently drifted down to me.
The ange
Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm

I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.

The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.

“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”

“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”

“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”

“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”

“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”

“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”

“Lu
ITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOWITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOW FANFIC

After the battle with Vaati and Ganon,the four links became one again....but by unknown reason...not much time after that, the four sword was pulled out of the shine for "cheaps reasons"...as they called to the action Link did once again....with the "reborn" of the four links, there was also the "reborn" of the evil...and a very popular evil....yes....Shadow Link returned as well...for Vio's disgust and joy...

Vio...Vio...VIO!!!!
"AHHH!" said the purple young hero in his bed...

That was the fourth nightmare Vio had that night...and all of them treat the same topic...Shadow Link....since Green pulled the f
Betwixt WalkerA small silver gleam awakens in the cold, dark night
One little rose newborn into the massive world
It has no aim yet, no goal to be achieved
So with nothing more to do with it’s little life, it wanders

Wandering through the darkest of nights
Traversing within the brightest of days
Walking the marginal twilights and dawns between
Forever searching a path in which to call home

But the gleaming rose walks on through endlessly
For to none of the paths does it belong
And it now wanders the shadows of them all
Fated to forever walk the path betwixt and between

An unknown path for the gleaming silver
This is the road taken by the chameleon
The BeaconThere it is
So far away
Yet the sight of it brings me hope
Of rest
The glistening red dot
Gradually growing larger
As I trudge closer to my destination
The heat is consuming
The silence deafening
I'm so close, I can't stop now
I finally reach it
The beacon is right here before me
I gaze upon it's bright face
I pause for a moment
Then turn and continue on home.
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A note of suicideFeeling out of your head
out of your mind.
That nagging thought continuing
telling you what you thought were lies
but
they slowly sound closer to the truth.

Tears no longer express sadness;
they are not enough.
Cutting yourself deeper leaves you feeling empty;
blood flows and you don't fade
because you are already gone.

Silence envelopes you,
slowly you turn from everything
and that last ray of hope is what you give up on

and
your fall is grand
as you pass by all the faces of those who try to help
and scream for them to leave you alone.

I'm gone,
with this note of suicide.
And ActionConcerned generations
bound with the rigidity of ageless scripts.
Disown your children for the wrong reasons
"He married who and why?!?"
Let it go,
love
and sex
isn't a script.

We bound ourselves to whom we can and cannot love
for reasons we rarely question
or
even knowing they exist.
Take off the blinders
and give him or her a kiss
for reasons no one can question.

It is today we boldly
if not painfully
move forwards,
backwards just never made sense,
to similar inhabitions,
but strangely less limits
of whom
to fuck
love
and like.

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Oh what of Madness

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Walking down the lane
He stared at her
Bittersweet thoughts all around
The Mad Hatter
Suddenly appeared
He spoke to dear Alice
"Oh joyous, oh night, won't you join me this late?"
She stopped
quite removed
The rabbit she killed in her thoughts
"I'll join you for a spell, but by what means does guide you?"
he replies
"Simple ones child, sit with me for tea"
Taking thier places, the table small and refined
The tea fresh and sweet
Alice began to suspect, dire motives
Coming to fruition
A man of straw and a girl of ruby shoes
enters of the wicked plot
Bearing with the ruby girl
A dagger of revenge and malice
She whispered to Alice
"That man of insanity and odd hat, poisons you with a sweet treat"
Ignoring the ruby girl, she pretends to drink the treat
The Hatter screams, "Fakes! Fakes! You fool, the Queen of Roses shall have your head yet"
The man of straw acts, a knife as sharp as wit cuts
The Hatter bleeds, laughing as he dies
He mutters in hate, " I'll get you Alice, for the sands run out for thee"

They travel, Alice, the Scarecrow and the ruby girl.
Towards a place of Oz and beyond
Where imagination only dies and bleeds for the simple minded
They grimace as they enter the gates
To this darker place
Traversing to this mass grave of dreams
They encounter,
The man of broken dreams
He sits in his tree of nightmare and beauty
He speaks " Come to finish me?"
Alice replies "No, we travel to end this"
The dreaming man jumps from his twisted branch
A cloud of mire follows his flight
"My nightmare and me, shall come, to fix this broken place"
They all walk out of the grey place, listening to the dreams
Once loved, now stuck to haunt the pure
The start of a journey they would regret and wish to end

End, part 1

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Oh what of Madnessby ~Xero-Jester

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This poem crept up on me, which I is one part I really like about it. It basically deals with my favorite story characters, such as the Mad Hatter, Alice and others. Enjoy the madness of a single mind.
©2004-2013 ~Xero-Jester
Category: Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

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~alternativewolf Nov 25, 2004
Oh Jon. I love it, I look foreward to the parts yet to come.
Such imagery, quite amazing.
In an advanced critique, I am not in such great position, but I would suggest perhaps chaning it to pure prose.
Ever thought of writing a full short story?
Twould be brilliant.
:meditate:
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~Xero-Jester Nov 26, 2004
Thanks for the suggestion, I am thinking of writing a short story, but I often get in over my head and lose inspiriation. So I am going to work my way up by making a long narritive poem, slightly deviated from the true form of prose, but it still holds true.
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~alternativewolf Nov 26, 2004
You rock :headbang:
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~ContessaDelaunay Nov 24, 2004
wow. wow. wow.
That is fantastic. Absolutely amazing. Simply stunning.
I loved it. I look forward to the other parts.
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~LawlessPriest Nov 24, 2004
ha! nice. Of course Alice would want to finish that rabbit for good. very nice write.

/priest/
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~Detigr Nov 24, 2004
That was absolutely incredible...

Gave me shivers. Can't wait to see the next part...
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