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A writter's faultThe hardest part of writing
is not the story line or the plot.
It's not the characters, the setting.
The places you draw a lot.

It isn't about the seasons that make the story change,
and certainly not the years that pass.
It's not the coming of age
your characters go through when dealing with their past.

The hardest part isn't the beginning.
Middle.
Or end.
It's not the daring hearoes, or the dual personality villians.

No, actually, it's what you do;
the words that you write to make one character fall,
the one that answers to his Call.
The hardest thing is killing them off,
When they really shouldn't have died at all.

FatalI destroy everything I touch.
I'm just another project that they started,
They just left me broken hearted.

I am cursed with these cold grey feelings.
Broken apart, no one will stop the pain,
and Start the healing.
I can't yell for you,
I can't touch you . . . .

I'm going out of my mind,
trying to stay by your side,
I didn't know this thing would be so fatal.

I am such a despeerate monster . . .

I could have lost her.

Don't Be ScaredIt'll change in a heartbeat.
Just keep your thoughts on me this time.
Don't call to them;
Just keep your hand in mine.

We've come this far without a chance,
Just follow me to the land they lost.
Don't be scared,
I'll keep you safe whatever to cost.

Tonight may be our last on earth.
Just keep me close and don't back down.
Don't leave me yet,
Don't let me fade without a sound.

I'll lead you away from your mistakes,
So just let me love you and keep you safe.
Don't be scared.
Together, we will outsmart fate.

PainParanoid suicide
Razor blades and iodine
Fill me with that drug divine
Let's take a pill and sip some wine.

Dead in a ditch
Life's a bitch
Why won't you flip a switch?
I need some pain to fill the glitch.

I need to be locked in my brain,
I need to feel like less than a stain,
Put me in chains,
Strike up the pain-
I'd rather know pain than know my own name.

Thanks For the MemoriesI can remember the last note you sent me
I still kept it, bet you won't believe it, though it's true
And it was all it took to make me realize
That I guess I wasn't lying when I said I missed you

I still remember two years ago in December
When you still didn't hate me that time
I never forgot about it, but you probably don't remember
But the memory's all it took to make me break down and cry

-

Because these things were all it took
To make me break down in tears
Because these things, it made me remember
Our friendships all over the years

-

I can remember the fake necklace she sent me
I appreciated the act of kindness, really
To

Spoof.Spoof.

All is lost.

Because the Brides are Veiled in White.
It was such a tragic, frightening sight.

And they refused to Ask Alexandria,
And Valentines never showed; my Bullet has been lost under the snow.

When I was at SLeep, the Sirens turned off.
And I could only use Four Fingers to deliver the Death Punch.

On the Dance Floor, no one spilt Blood.
The Fate was unEscapable,
Not that I really could.
This caused a great Panic at the Disco.

Now, My Romance is Natural,
The Horizon was never Brought to Me
Who am I supposed to call?

Because there were just Mice and Men,
We could not light the Fire of Memphis May,
as We Came as Romans.

So,

Guardian AngelCome save me from my past
I didn't know it would strike so fast,
What have I done?

Don't leave me here alone
I don't think I know my way back home,
They're coming for me.

Please don't let me go
I don't want to feel, don't want to know,
What's left of my life....

You said you'd keep me safe.
You wouldn't stray too far
From me in the fight.
You said I wouldn't fall,
But now I'm hurt and broken down,
Where have you gone?

I doubted you when you spoke the truth
Now look what they've done to you.
How could I put you through so much worry?
Would you even hear me if I told you "I'm so sorry"?

The Art of DyingSlowly, at first, the light will leave your eyes,
And you may be surprised to find the cold it leaves behind.

Next, let go of every dream, fancy, and whisy,
Everything will turn black and white, once the colors bleed away.

After impact, the sad fact you'll come to terms with next,
Is the devastating blow of being alone, with no place to call home.

Finally, a gentle pair of arms will crease around you;
Leading you back to the lands of virtue.
Don't fight it:
You may go the other way,
Down the wrong path,
Across the wrong avenue.

Abandon all ShipsThe army of me
is returning from sea,
the sea of dreams curiosities.

After battling myself,
and shutting down,
I finally know what I really am inside,
and now I need a place to hide.

Sound the alarm,
escape this harm
that bounds you in blood and stitches.
This army of me,
returning from sea,
has come to meet the enemeis' wishes.

A silent call is still on my lips,
the Captian's call to abandon all ships.
And lucky for you, I'm still black and blue,
or this could get quiete ugly really soon.

The army of me,
is adrift at sea;
the enemy is both and neither.

And the king for a day
looked the other way.
And so here I am, here to stay.

RunawayI guess everything they said was right.
I can see the end in sight.
Burning bridges with fire and ice.
This apocolypse thing is kinda nice.

Everything for me is done.
My last bullet has fallen into the sun.
And with my dying breath I plan to yell:
"Runaway, run like hell."

Run.
Run far away.
Past the death, burning, and decay.

We fought as soldiers once before,
Promising not to abandon one to win the other's war.
But don't stand with me.
Runaway.
Don't be a hero, don't save the day.

I tried to be your savior once.
I held you in my soul with every ounce.
But the theives of virtue came and robbed me.
And if you let them, they'll rob you, to

Black and White (and gray)Rotten and falling apart at the seams,
No longer are my senses keen.
Even if I've turned into an animal,
I can never have enough, I'm never full.

I'm numb from death, cold from frost,
All I can think about is feeding before I get lost;
In the mist.
In the ghosts.

All I see is black and white,
And it's so blurry, especially at my hunger's height.
I've learned to live with death in the gray,
Because when you're a zombie, there isn't any other way.

A Southern Desire

Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.

Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?

It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.

This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.

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Skyrim

by ~WizardHowl10001, Dec 16, 2012, 4:46:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

In the tombs of the dead
and the caves of the feral,
with every last word you have.
Let them taste of your voice, your steel, your spakrs,
till you're down to your very last arrow.

The dragons are back,
And the war rages on,
The Holds are no longer safe.
But comes forth the Dragonborn, firey and bright,
To fight them, or die, staying strong.

Whether you dine with the Jarls,
or run with the Guilds.
Be you Stormcloak or Imperial bred,
Whether you heed to the Daedra or follow the Divine,
You must defeat Alduin and cut off his head.

The bordering peaks at the Rim of the Sky
hold our home and our unbreakable pride.
May the enemy hear our responding cry,
as we cut them down with hate in our eyes.

Skyrimby ~WizardHowl10001

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^.^ I was hoping to finish this before Monday

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!Shatyoki Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Goodness and Goosebumps!!!!!

I have played Skyrim for a week at a stretch, like just taking a break for human needs, and it is EPIC.

You have put into words, the exact feeling which I have while playing the game..and I know you too do.

So, to the Bethesda guys for making Skyrim...

And to you...

This is REAL-GOOD-STUFF!!!!

~WizardHowl10001 Dec 19, 2012

Oh, thank you soooo much!!!!

Yes, it's like the best game ever, hail bethesda and Bioware,
and all the beautiful game makers for making Skyrim.

Glad you like it, it was fun to write

!Shatyoki Dec 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

And it was great to read! So, thanks to you too!!

~WizardHowl10001 Dec 20, 2012

T'was a pleasure

!Shatyoki Dec 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah...like that you get shouting "Fus-Ro-Dah"!!!!!

:giggle"

~TayomiEpicCosplayer Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

o: this makes me want to try Skyrim so much...

~WizardHowl10001 Dec 18, 2012

Believe me, you do, my young apprentice

~abdaira Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

ermergerd. yeeeees

~sumersela Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

EPIC !!!!!!!!

~WizardHowl10001 Dec 17, 2012

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