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Chronique d'une mort annoncee - Chronicle of a ..Chronique d'une mort annoncée

L'or du matin roule sur les brumes de la nuit

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Chronicle of a death foretold

Morning's gold rolling onto night's mists

- SophieCT, May 2013

I.Am.Not.An.ArtistI am not an artist
I do not believe I am someone with a creative mind
someone who can make something so bland into something so magnificent
I am not that
I will never be that
I see art and the world it is in
and I see nothing
I see no beauty
no creation
just shapes and colors
I do not see the beauty someone has created
or the depth and emotion that is hidden between the lines
I don’t see how someone can see so much within so little
to be able to create a life by just a few lines
and to be able to recreate something with their minds
I wish I could be able to do this
just a little of this
but I am not an artist
I am my own person

Don't Be FooledDon’t Be Fooled

Aesthetics do not affect the auricular.

The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.

Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.

The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin

All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye

We’re not moving, but He is……

Smoker's EpiphanySlipping through a puff of smoke
exaggerated wisps slipping through my subconscious
and I am emptier than before, less than I was
something subtle and hearty

Softened
smoothened and soothing
it's almost relief

almost.

DilemmaToday in class
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
A beat

Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged

The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes

The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts

What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all

I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy

Time passes
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent

You

All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down
Kicking everyone out
I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart
And lock the door to my brain
I refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home
“Please leave your message after the beep…”
Beep.
“Where are you?”
I don’t know.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t know.
“When are you gonna let me in?”
I don’t know.

Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm

I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.

The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.

“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”

“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”

“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”

“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”

“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”

“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”

“Lu

Never open the window... Never open the window...

I see you're here.

Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.

What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless.
And actually, the only light I need...
...is that one that is so distant for me.

She asked me why I was saying that.
But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't care
I saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fears
But best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.

Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others.
Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you.
it has been four years, right?
Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul

The ChoiceSitting at the edge of the abyss
Between life and death.
I’m greeted with a disheartening choice
Solemn and quiet, I think on it.

As I sat, it is Death and all his friends
Who come upon me.
He grimly outstretched his callous hand
And persuaded me with odd tongues.

I thought of the missteps in life,
The seemingly dire loss of joy and hope.
Seeing no point to carry on, I decided
To listen to what the black spectre spoke of.

In the somber state my life had
Amounted to, I began to consider Him.
As I listened, a glint of light shone in
my eyes, fiercely blinding me.

From the clouds, a great white angel
Gently drifted down to me.
The ange

ITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOWITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOW FANFIC

After the battle with Vaati and Ganon,the four links became one again....but by unknown reason...not much time after that, the four sword was pulled out of the shine for "cheaps reasons"...as they called to the action Link did once again....with the "reborn" of the four links, there was also the "reborn" of the evil...and a very popular evil....yes....Shadow Link returned as well...for Vio's disgust and joy...

Vio...Vio...VIO!!!!
"AHHH!" said the purple young hero in his bed...

That was the fourth nightmare Vio had that night...and all of them treat the same topic...Shadow Link....since Green pulled the f

Betwixt WalkerA small silver gleam awakens in the cold, dark night
One little rose newborn into the massive world
It has no aim yet, no goal to be achieved
So with nothing more to do with it’s little life, it wanders

Wandering through the darkest of nights
Traversing within the brightest of days
Walking the marginal twilights and dawns between
Forever searching a path in which to call home

But the gleaming rose walks on through endlessly
For to none of the paths does it belong
And it now wanders the shadows of them all
Fated to forever walk the path betwixt and between

An unknown path for the gleaming silver
This is the road taken by the chameleon

The BeaconThere it is
So far away
Yet the sight of it brings me hope
Of rest
The glistening red dot
Gradually growing larger
As I trudge closer to my destination
The heat is consuming
The silence deafening
I'm so close, I can't stop now
I finally reach it
The beacon is right here before me
I gaze upon it's bright face
I pause for a moment
Then turn and continue on home.

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It's a bright night.
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Thoughts of a fight!
Then a flight from spite...
Don't bite.. You're too uptight.
But don't delight in your plight.
It's not right to skite.
What a sorry sight.
Gotta reach quite a height.
I'm not quite upright
On this bright night.
Sleep tight.
Sorry sight.

Fatigue

I have had enough of
This bitter drink.
Too tired to think.

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A broken man, shattered by his lover.
Fallen tears splash in the gutter.
I am sickened by this sinful world.
Why do people have to hurt one another?

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by ~rustkill, Nov 13, 2002, 7:46:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Late nights make my mind dull
And my soul sore and my soul sore.
Bowing low my head as I
Listen to my heart cry 'Release
Me from this bitter cage'
I yearn for the love once sought
Once thought was possible.
Never believing the foolishness of
Me then, now, forever.
I free-fall into the night
Forever
Thankful
Only that
She spared me the ridicule of
Appointing me a place among her boyfriends.

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~mcivercork Nov 13, 2002 Writer

Hey LG,
This poem is good. There seems to be a bit of angst there. It is powerful, open and honest. And there is nothing foolish about that...

-Corky

~-bigred- Nov 13, 2002 Writer

Man, I really like this poem... I am not really sure who it is about, but there is a lot of emotion in this poem. I love the honesty of this poem, it is very good.

~lost4everwthoutu Nov 13, 2002

i definatly like this one!! very bold words and i can feel what ur going thru!! i enjoyed reading this one, check out mine if ya get the chance!! Hug

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