| This is my favorite poem that I've writen by a far, I took inspiration from a dark place, and made it into something beautiful. I don't think I'll ever forget Sydney's reaction when I read this to her after I wrote it. It's definately her favorite to, I can't thin kof what could surpass it to her. It's always one of the poems I recommend to people I know that want to read my poetry, so it's my feature deviation, so everyone can read it. |
A Doll Named Sydney
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A Doll Named Sydney pt.IIIMy doll found herself a new home, a new keeper, She failed to realize however that the home was empty. Her new master cared not for her, but for her price, My doll is worth millions, and I'd sell my soul for her back. She managed to escape her broken, harmful new home. I was in my trace, swaying, when I felt her there.A Doll Named Sydney pt.III
I turned to her and stared, her face was sad and desperate, I smiled to her, and offered a hug, she took it gleefully. Holding her in my embrace I whispered into her her ear... "You will always have a home here, always my doll." I grabbed her, picked her up, and I sta
by ~Hostile-Psycho
A Doll Named Sydney pt.III stopped rocking my doll, to help give her legs, I wanted her to be able to move, like I. Furiously Iworked, hour after hour went by, I wouldn't stop. To make a machine, to give my doll motion, her faced shined, Scoff free, her face made me work, it gave me the will. Finally I finished the mechanism to give my dol a walk. I attached it to her, and turned the switch on, Success! My doll started to walk, as if she could have all along. I jumped for joy and basked in excitement, but wait! my doll won't stop walking, she has a mind of her own. She is heading towards the door,A Doll Named Sydney pt.II
by ~Hostile-Psycho
Weight on my MindShackles contain me to a stone wall; A hard, cold surface, the chains are structures of pain. Endlessly I hang on this wall, constantly growing weak and tired. The sun is gone, and so to are al traces off hope it had. I'm dwindling down to a pale nothingness, all weakend bone.Weight on my Mind
A cruel twist is always present in this room, The keys are in the locks of the schackles, I can free myself, Free myself anytime I please, I choose not to... I put myself here to figure out everything I can in life, To figure my dreams, and my fears.
I will never make up my twosted mind, So
by ~Hostile-Psycho
| ........................Call it Wisdom, Call it Ignorance!..................... |
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LifeSometimes you feel life your life is unfair When really it's not, your just unaware Of how lucky you are Sometimes life can leave a scar In you heart From the start It may have been bad You may be sad And sometimes glad But no matter what, keep your head held high Always keep your dreams and aim for the sky If the day wasn't fun and brought you sorrow Just smile and hope for a better tomorrowLife
by ~kitkat216005
Everlasting Unreality Asmon stood on the edge of the Aetolia Cliffs, staring down into the dark blue waters as a calm wind blew the waters slightly onto the side of the cliff. He was wearing his solid gold armor suit this night, and a dark black cape. He wielded a giant blade with two red, sparkling gems on each side of the handle. Many people believed these gems to be the source of his notorious power, and strength. His hair was naturally a dark black, and didn't fade even a bit in his age of thirty-three years. He had an obsession with obtaining power, and he would do anything to obtain anything that would make him stronger. &Everlasting Unreality
by ~CarlTheDark
Our StoryFate took off its wings, And gave us our own Watch us take flight, Fly away and never return.Our Story
To set off on this journey, One that doesn't end. Yet we still travel, Without a doubt in our hearts.
Come now, lets soar to the skies, Shining in that beautiful blue. Come now lets make our dreams real, Ones we never thought could be true.
The sun fades at dusks return, The moon comes forth, Bringing with it the night sky. Yet this journey carries on.
by ~CarlTheDark
Reality's OblivionYou can now soar away peacefully, your bound soul now broken from it chain of torture, you're laid to rest.Reality's Oblivion
Your heart may become weary, maybe even broken but you never seem to give in.
Your mind was plunged into the shadows, and has wrought destruction upon yourself.
Tell me now, do you think you can escape?
Was it worth seeing your world fall to pieces, into devastation?
Ask yourself this once and give an honest answer.
Were you truly fighting for the right purpose?
Or did you just cause yourself to believe so..?
Were you being true to yo
by ~CarlTheDark
"...You know I got no feelings at all.."
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| I'm very self-assured, but lets get things straight, I'M NOT CONCEITED. I love to write, and am told I'm good at what I do. I want to be a writer. I specialize in poems. Though I'm not excluded to them as I've written stories, erotic novels, a play and countless newspaper articles. I'm a writer, I'm a journalist, I am Zack McQuillan. |
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- Current Residence: "The Great" Kanto Desert( well actually Pittsburgh, PA)
- Interests: Writing
- Favourite movie: Shattered Glass
- Favourite band or musician: Phil Anselmo
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite artist: None
- Favourite poet or writer: Friedrich Nietzsche
- Favourite game: DBZ: BT 3
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Kurama
- Personal Quote: "Id' rather be hated for who I am, then loved for who I'm not"
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil or Pen & Paper
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