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Don't fret dear,
the dream has to end
as all good dreams must do.

But don't you cry,
and don't be sad,
for all things must end.

Just have faith.
Have faith for the future.

So while this dream is over,
there are sure to be more
not too far away in the future.

There is sure to be
greater things in the future.

Let this dream end,
and release its hold on you
because while it is good,
another is absolutely on the way.

The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.

Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.

Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.

When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.

She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
besides herself.

A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
w

The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.

The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.

Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.

It never lasts though.

She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.

And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.

She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.

The most she can do
is give off a little refle

MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.

It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.

Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.

He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.

The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.

Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.

Nothing the good magicians

HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end

Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.

Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.

Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.

Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.

They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.

History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.

Mirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the tragedy
Of us all

A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all

Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all

People rioting
Fighting over meaningless issues

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all

A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all

Bountiful fields
A utopia of peace and love

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all

Chi

The Caged Birds SongFor the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The caged bird sings
to hear his own songs.

For in all the twitters and tweets,
and in the cries and screams,

the caged bird sings
to hear the song of freedom
that it shall never know.

The caged bird has no use for words
or shouts of anger and sobs of terror.

The caged bird only needs its song.

Through bars and glass
the caged bird sings its song

and the caged bird and I,
we sing together,
because we are not free
in mind and soul
but together we are free
in song.

Lovely AnneI once met a girl named Anne
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.

While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.

Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.

Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.

Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.

The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day

The house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,
in that house lived an old man.

He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.

He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.

When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.

The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.

Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.

The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.

Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.

The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.

The children

No oneDrown those drinks
shoot those shots,
don't think about tomorrow
just party till you cant.

She stumbles around
not even able to stay stable
she sits roughly on the ground
when a man comes up
and takes her somewhere else

Following the sounds
of muffled grunts
and drunken cries
the man is hovering over her
while she cries out
for anyone to help her

No one does
no one can hear
over the hammering music.
No one notices
when they both emerge
one a tear stained face,
and the other…

Well the other,
goes to his friends
and gets congratulated.

My dear ValentineMy dear Valentine
can't you just be mine?

My dear Valentine
won't you notice me?

But as long as your happy,
I'm happy too.
As long as you smile,
I'll smile too.
As long as you laugh,
I'll laugh too.

My dear Valentine,
can't you see me?

My dear Valentine,
can't you hear me?

But as long as you're there,
I'll be there to.
As long as you talk,
I'll listen to you.
As long as you live,
I'll be loving you.

My dear Valentine,
you won't ever be mine.

But my dear Valentine,
I'll love you.

DystopiaDirty water,
corrupted laughter,
cracked dreams,
and broken seams.

Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.

Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.

Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.

Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.

Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.

FallEndless plunges
Through bottomless death

The permanent flight
To endless oblivion

Nothing to stop
That rapid descent

Gone in a flash
That single moment of exhilaration

For a second
It's just like flying

Then just like Icarus
The end is already there
Faster than you ever imagined

AshesAshes

Another day passes and on our knees we cry.
On our feet we fight and we die for our beliefs.
Damned hearts rot inside us.
Devastation arose from the ashes of war.

Cities turning into black dust of endless cries of sorrow.
Children cry silently in the arms of their dead mothers.
The sun never again shines over the black earth.
Wars of endless cries have consumed the world.

All those who can fight are now dead on the battlefields.
Young, old the government doesn't care.
Victory is at stake so every one fight.
And death greets them all at equal sorrow misery.

Once the children laughed and now they cry.
They die because of the

My Hero Love

A beautiful being

Bloomed with every handsome feature

Dusting away all of my tears

Defending me from all of my fears

Whose to say you're not my savor?

Filling that hollow void in my heart

I want to be with you, Never apart

Together forever, What a fantastic dream

But in the end, We can never be

Our worlds they differ, they do

Even so, That won't stop me from loving you

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nothings ever good enough
but you need to stop comparing me
Because:

I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.

I struggle, ad I struggle
to find that perfect place
that's just mine.

But I know that if I do
nothing will ever been
good enough for you.

I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.
I can only ever be just me.

Some nights I wander,
wondering if I'll ever be
good enough. But as I look
upon the sky
there's nothing there
asking for me to change.

So I'll just realize
that I can only ever be just me.

Because,
I'm not her.
I'm not him.

Monster

Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.

Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.

Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.

Menacing claws
and razor sharp teeth,

children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.

Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.

Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.

One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.

Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.

And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.

Things to do when you're boredThings to do when you're bored:

• Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper

• Wait around corners and scare random people

• Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave

• Go out and adopt fifty puppies

• Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!'

• Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago

• Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back'

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City of Paris

by =Oilux, Jun 28, 2012, 3:57:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

There's smoke over the city of Paris.

People cry and run,
As the fire and smoke rise higher.

There are flames in the city of Paris.
Children scream for their mothers,
and mothers yell for their children.

There's bloodshed in the city of Paris.

Screams are silenced as gunshots are heard
blood stains the black streets red.

There's gunfire in the city of Paris.

Slaughter and maiming
like nothing man has ever seen.

There's destruction in the city of Paris.

Through smoke and flames,
and bloodshed and gunfire,

there's death in the city of Paris.

City of Parisby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Totally inspired by the photo that I used as a cover image. It started with 'there's fire in the city of Paris' but I ended up changing it around. I ended up thinking a lot about the French Revolution while I was here as well. It's one of my favorite periods of history to learn about.

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Critique by ~quickwing23 Jun 28, 2012, 9:03:25 PM

There is a wonderful amount of imagery, and the repetition of the 'in the city of Paris' really helps it flow. Even the rhythm of the poem itself makes me think of gunfire and cannons. The third stanza is the only one that stands out, as it has three lines while the poem has a one - two - one pattern. This is the only part that breaks it. And reinforcing the idea that children and mothers scream for one another isn't technically needed, and could be edited. But otherwise, it is a great poem and captures your photo quite perfectly. Keep up the good work!

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~KeeganTheAwesome Nov 30, 2012

As much as I loved the poem, the words flow too naturally together. I would've been more engrossed in it had the words marched together like great imperial armies to conquer Paris.

Otherwise, it's perfect.

=Oilux Dec 1, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks, I'll try working on it and I may even rewrite it.

*psychowithawhistle Jul 17, 2012

Hauntingly beautiful. <3

~Yuriko-chan24 Jul 14, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

funny how i choose to read this on France's birthday...

=Oilux Jul 16, 2012 Student Writer

What irony.

~silentangelawaits Jun 30, 2012 Student Artist

I admit when i saw the title it didnt appeal to me but i read the first line and then i got hucked into reading it all and so iv added this to my faves. I guess it goes to show dont judge a book by its cover sorta speak if you know what i mean.

nice one

really gripped me and it truly has didnt exspect it too either but it has...im not trying to insult ur work or anything not my intention.

~elfproject Jun 29, 2012 Professional General Artist

Deliciously dark. Look forward to more!

=Oilux Jul 9, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks

~DomoSushiLuver Jun 28, 2012

wow really deep great job i felt the emotions in the poem

~starsinthenightsky79 Jun 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love the French Revolution

Good job

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