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Padlock Heart

planetary cold is this ephemerous, pendant heart shaped gold casted in the somber filaments of the lovers vows, getting old with a ghostly shine, waiting on the antiquary vitrine to be sold *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Romance

15 deviations

Literature

Your death shall build no fortress here

Your death shall build no fortress here, Where I have underdug the fields And scattered fearless batter rams. Your death shall build no fortress here. We'll flee its path and seek refuge In forest moss, lush greenery And climb the high trees, if we must. Your death shall build no fortress here. To shun mankind, we'll become birds To sing each other soothing tunes; To make forget the howling herd. Your death shall build no fortress here. And when we'll die, then let them search; Collect our souls, they'll find them not. Far from those wolves, again, we'll perch. Your death shall build no fortress here.

Death

10 deviations

Literature

Sea Shell Songs

A far... ancient sea moves its undulated songs in my ear. Silk tides within a rolled shell captured by no one. Winged… my hand cuts the wind shattering the white, enameled clouds one by one... Sending them back to no man's land. I choose... to stay as they sail away lying on the dune castles. Painting, my nothings across the azure sky... Writing, my every things over the golden sand... "like once... you and I, did" *K MARCH *Y &#

Emotional

215 deviations

Literature

Tenebrae

"Dark"

15 deviations

Literature

SandBox Days

I miss those sandbox days, When everything was simplistic. When days felt as though they'd never end, When Playgrounds were "The place to be." Cool kids were determined By the amount of crayons they had, Our parents were our best friends, And our father was our hero. When boys had cooties And heartbreaks were non-existent. When Falling off our bikes Were the worst thing we could think of. When scrapes and bruises Could be healed with a mother's kiss. Friends were just what they were called, And were determined by your personality, And enemies were just petty rivalries Your responsibilities Consisted only of homework, And no

Reflection

10 deviations

Literature

High School Brats

Go to college to major in Drama Drama of being a bitch To hurt others because they can To perfect their insecurities Making them untouchable To show the world that they haven't changed They'll do whatever it takes to make every other girl miserable Because if they can't be happy No one can Just so they can say they won Round one Try to stand up to them and they'll destroy you They don't care who you are or what you have to say They won't ever like you They don't even know you They'll never know you Because they don't care High school sucks Drama is for immature brats You're twenty Not twelve Act your age Grow the fuck up

World Issues

2 deviations

Literature

No Limits

Set me boundaries if you wish, but it won't do a thing. My imagination is always going far, past almost everything. Borders, they won't hold me back from what I think. I have to many ideas in my head and I'll have to spill my ink. I might mess up the first few tries of saying what I know. But practice always make prefect, and I think that's going to show. I want to go past my borders, beyond an empty sheet. I want to cover it with writing that makes you want to think. So give me boundaries if you wish, but of them I will break out. I have too many ideas to hold back, and with them I'm going to go all-out.

Other

7 deviations

Literature

I Need to Know Why

It's the fact that I was born on the wrong side of the world, isn't it? It's the fact that I couldn't see the freckle in your eye like everyone else before I knew the way your words change when you think of me. It's the fact that I want it to go back to the way it used to be, isn't it? It's the fact that I knew of you a side you had never known would surface - a side that was only your moment of weakness. It's the fact that I had a glitch in my brain that allowed me to feel, isn't it? It's the fact that my stomach is replaced with a burning force of discomfort every time I think of you leaving me. It's the fact that I don't understand

Critique

6 deviations

No Limits by NVZgirl, literature

Literature

No Limits

Snowflakes by NVZgirl, literature

A Poetic Debate, Part 1- Clockwork by NVZgirl, literature

Literature

A Poetic Debate, Part 1- Clockwork

"Life," said the girl, "is *not* simple clockwork. It's much more than gears, time passing by, and birdies saying "cuckoo" when the hour strikes. It's more than that, more complex, more full of thought, choice, and things that are more fluid that clockwork. Why can't you see that?" "I beg to differ, my friend," said the boy, folding his arms, and intelligently straightening his glasses. "Do *you* not see life's beautiful routine that is like clockwork? Things of basic importance are the same, we: awake, eat, drink (whether it be water or not), strive, and return to our sleep, only awaking again to repeat the same

My Silent Song by NVZgirl, literature

Literature

My Silent Song

Listen. Do you heard it? Then let me turn up the volume. So you can hear the melody of my silent song. The cello that plays for sadness, the trumpet for an uplifting mood, the drums, for a heart beating, (one of many hearts around the world) The electric guitar for a burst of anger, the piano for straight-forward-ness, (unless it's out tune, when I struggle to say my feelings) and I am always singing the melody or my silent song. The song sings, always sings, in my soul, like I have ear-buds always in my ears. To bad you're too busy blasting your own music, the music of denial, to hear my song, my silent s

Focus by NVZgirl, literature

Here's to the Girl by pddcat13, literature

Literature

Here's to the Girl

Here's to the girl Who can only eat cheese with coffee. To the the girl Who dunks french fries in Mint Milkshakes. Here's to the girl Who trips up the stairs and flosses her hair. Here's to the girl Who can turn left and right at the same time. Here's to the girl Who will paint the sky orange, and the grass pink. Here's to the girl Who can love Simon and hate Garfunkel. Here's to the girl Who can't stand roses and prefers dark chocolate. Here's to the girl Who won't make you sit through 'The Notebook' and will play Grand Theft Auto. Here's to the girl Who eats pizza for breakfast and cereal for dinner. Here's to th

- by pddcat13, literature

Literature

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- Steady. Calm. Ready, to set forth. Determined. Flexable. Dimmed, so you can really see its brilliance. Clear. Focused. Containing no fear. Falling. Rising. It's always unique. Its friends are bright, and loud. But its always seperate in the crowd. Tapping, Sliding, Gliding, It patters at your view. Making its point, it'll always come back to you Through cycles. It triffles your imagination. Brilliant. Lovely. Beautiful, Rain.