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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.

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.

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.

SkyrimIn 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 respon

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.

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.

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.

VictimIt's just another name
It's just another day in hell
With people you can't trust
With pain and hate and blood to sell.

They'll push you to your limits
They'll treat you like trash and bring you down
I'm breaking on the inside
Someone should come and save me now.

I'm running on empty
I'm sick of this life, I need a change
I'm done with living like a stranger
I want to come back from the outside, escape my rage.

I'm finished with these slash marks
The pain and hurt and poison on my skin
Can somebody help me?
Please make me feel whole again.

Burn After ReadingDear parents and friends,
Enemies and haters:

By the time you read this, I will be dead.
The good die young, but they can't help it.
When the hopes and dreams begin to melt at
the lies, catcalls, jeers, and glares
from superiors who live and breathe to make life unfair.

I'm sorry I had to go this way.
But a bullet through the brain heals everything (right?)
I love life, with all my heart.
But I needed some light after living crippled in the dark.

Don't be mad, or make me regret.
I just lost a game, lost a bet.
I was tired of screaming and fighting all alone
in a place where no one bothered to take me home.

I hope they suffer, for

White Orchid in a Bed of Roses

I'm a white orchid
In a field of rose
swaying yet clinging
when the wind of unwant blows,

I stick out in the crowd
but often am lost
my difference isn't desired
a needless cost,

I stay grounded where I am
while the others are picked
and each time one moves
my essence is pricked,

they don't want me either
they find me too plain
a valueless nothing
with no love to gain,

I'll wither eventually
but I have nothing to lose
my life has no worth to others
why would I force some one to choose?,

All people want
is beauty and grace
they don't want me
and my natural, plain face,

there once was a person
that came by and saw me
fi

3. The Spider Amidst the Structure

Nightfall arrive, accompanied by a darkness, serene.
Silence became all sound surrounding.
~
Many creatures around me came,
Abounding & astounding to my presence.
~
Before me stood a massive structure of oak,
Colossal, I envied not, the earth carrying its weight.
~
Three crosses stood, like giants amongst the trees,
Reaching out beneath and to the moon above.
~
Attaching them was the seal of the Triune of my Lord,
facing both the Heavens and the Earth.
~
In its core was a web,
Made fresh by a translucent arachnid.
~
The flesh of its figure, the spider, was given such life
By the pale gaze of the moon.
~
Its legs stretche

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The Art of Dying

by ~WizardHowl10001, Nov 21, 2012, 9:56:02 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Slowly, 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.

The Art of Dyingby ~WizardHowl10001

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~WizardHowl10001

Another poem from the depths of my ill health

*ArthurCrow Dec 1, 2012 Professional Writer

Feeling the emotion and despair in this one, but great writing!

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~WizardHowl10001 Dec 2, 2012

Thanks. And it's meant to make you think

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~sumersela Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

your ill?

i love your poem but i hate that your ill ;(

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~WizardHowl10001 Nov 23, 2012

aw, thanks

And yes, I have a respitory virus. Sore throat, coughing.

Fever.

It isn't fun :/

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~sumersela Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ohn, i don't like

wish you best of health

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~WizardHowl10001 Nov 23, 2012

Thanks

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~sumersela Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

your welcome ^^

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