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_{Poets and Writers is a group dedicated to the creation of literature, particularly fiction. Any poems or short stories are accepted, and all are allowed to join. However, because we're dedicated to catering to all ages, we do not allow mature deviations to be submitted to our group. If you are one of the people who would like to see P&W become a supergroup, please donate here
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The Monsters Inside of MeIt broke. It broke free. The shackles that had held it captive now lie useless on the ground, broken and beaten. Freed once again, it stands, flexing its muscles and cracking its bones. I can smell its rancid breath and its unbridled malice emanating from its ash black body. It looks up, towards the black sky as lightning streaks across the tremulous storm gathering dangerously above. A deep draw of fresh air and a dominating feral roar follows, unleashed from the dark belly of this beast. The roar, full of power and unshackled ferocity, passes through me, chilling me to the bone. All the hairs of my body stand on end, wide-eyed and electrified. I look towards this monstrosity and I can see his teeth bared in a smile brimming with enjoyment. It is savoring this moment, the moment before the kill. It turns its head downwards, looking towards me.
“Hello old friend”
Its voice reverbs and echoes, once again coming from deep within its dark belly. Its voice rings inThe Monsters Inside of Me by *Timothi-Ellim

With You (Draft for Children's Picture Book) It has been told that there are no two things a bird loves more than to be free and to fly. But Jack could do neither of these. While the other birds flew high in the sky where the view is nice, Jack sat in his birdcage watching... wondering... waiting.

I suppose most of us wouldn’t like to live in a cage, but for Jack it was home. And sometimes he even thought there was no place he would rather be.

Now there’s something you have to know about Jack. He loved to dance like a mouse loves to hide. He could boogie to any song all the way through. And then bop to it backwards, just for good measure. He could dWith You (Draft for Children's Picture Book) by ~August-Green

Till death do us part"till death do us part"

Once upon a time there was a young girl standing under a tree with a frayed old noose hanging from a gnarled leafless branch. She had her grandfathers pocket knife in her hand, chips of wood scattered on the muddy ground. She stared blankly at the carved out heart with a whole in it. "When I find him...or her...them...its 2013 I'm open mined...I will return to this place and make my heart whole" she said to the mangled old tree.

Many years passed, filled with studies and travels, each year returning to that old tree marking off a line for each year her heart remained unfulfilled. On her return home from her yearly riTill death do us part by ~Spydi-mel

DanceI pull you close as we dance
the leaves falling around us
as the birds sing
under this canopy of stars
your eyes light and your smile glistens
you lean your head on my chest
and we move in slow circles
just listening to our hearts beat
I gently run my hands through your hair
as you look up at me
and the world shrinks until its just you
you and me alone in this too short moment
that I wish would last foreverDance by ~owen-sixes

Fiction Short Stories

Realistic or Non-Fiction Short Stories

My DadWhen I was little, my dad was a superlative.

He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.

When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be atMy Dad by ~kushamisaru

the butterflyYou sit down in a cornfield a golden ocean surrounds you.
When the wind blows, he creates waves and dishevels your hair.
It smells like summer. It is Julie and the sun burns, the clouds are gone.
The yesterdays rain dried already and so the nature, reborn, after the long winter feels fresh and new.
Birds are twittering.
You smile and stretch your arms as high as you can.
Suddenly something lands on your fingertip.

It is a butterfly!

With a colour like a piece of the sky.
Softly, slowly it moves his wings to tank the heat.
He did just escape his homely safe cocoon and is fragile as a new bourn baby.
You don't dare to breath.

So flawlthe butterfly by ~TheiaMaby

FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.

I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.

I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.

I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schFangirl by ~kushamisaru

Wisdom of the StarsGrandpa told me that little stars grew in his bones. He said that they made him weary but taught him a lot, too. I used to like stars back then and I asked grandpa if he could show them to me sometime. Grandpa laughed so hard then, and it's only years later that I realize it was his last true laugh. When he was on his death bed, he said to me,"you know, child, even though my bones are eaten up, there's always wisdom in the stars."
"You mean the little ones in your bones?" I asked.
Grandpa smiled, but it was nothing like that laugh the other day.Wisdom of the Stars by ~TheLaughingDreamer

Realistic or Non-Fiction Short Stories

Fiction Novels 1st Chapters

Haunted and Taunted Chapter 2 by ~Agent36496

Vicious: Chapter One- Something with Wings

It's astounding to me, how one person can change into another so quickly, so rapidly, should the right catalyst become present to their environment. An explosion, a firefight, or simply Death, however embodied and presented to any situation and time. Time on its own as something to ponder on, could leave someone with just the right kind of thought process, completely dumbfounded and without words to describe the fascinated look on their face. From this, the thinker can only make choices based on timing and the sudden change that's found their specific existence at the very moment that time, and the agenda of such, all fall into place...chaVicious: Chapter One- Something with Wings by ~GrubbsWriting

The Dreamer- Part One 1. The School Dream
School’s out for the summer. Kids of all ages flood out, eager to be in the warm arms of their beloved season: summer. Natalka runs out, making her way to the buses. She wanders down the wooded path, searching for bus nine. That’s weird, it’s not just a row of buses, the row is mixed with cars, too. Oh well. She finds the spot marked with a ‘9’ and looks up. It’s a school bus, but a really old one. Not her usual... She stands in front of the closed door, hoping to catch the bus driver’s attention. The bus driver grabs the door and swings it open. That’s not her bus driver. Oh well, must be a sub. She gets in and starts down the row. Where’s Hope? She must not be here today. Hope never misses a day of school! And those aren’t her usual bus friends. She’s never seen Emily on her bus before! Natalka wanders down the aisle until she meets where the bus driver is sitting. ItThe Dreamer- Part One by ~1megen1

Peaceful Valley : Prologue At the beginning, I was curled on the passenger side of the dark red Ford Jeep. Driving where exactly? She had managed to find an apartment that she was able to afford with her job as a Veterinarian Technician. I was excited and ecstatic about a potential new place that was away from that town. It would have new smells, and it would have new places to climb and explore. I had thought it was going to be a grand experience to have moved to a place called Peaceful Valley. You know –- “The peacefulist place on Earth.” At least, that was the description Mistress had spoken to her parents as she talked on the cell phone.
I remember the time she had changed my dry food diet. Mistress had tried Friskies instead of the normal Purina One Chow. It was less money, and she thought I could eat it instead to save for her new apartment. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I had refused to eat the food; I tried to bury it. After three dayPeaceful Valley : Prologue by =Gingersanps

Fiction Novels 1st Chapters

Realistic or Non-Fiction Novels 1st Chapters

What would YOU like to read?As of right now, I have 4 book ideas. Only three of which I've actually written opening chapters for. The point of this post is to find out which of these projects I should more focus on, based on the desires of my readers. Of course, I will write the material as I please, so this is only to gain basic opinions. Below are links to the opening chapters:
A Walk with the Poet: http://grubbswriting.deviantart.com/art/A-Walk-With-the-Poet-Canto-I-Pilot-328522362
Recollection: http://grubbswriting.deviantart.com/art/Recollection-Chapter-1-The-Hills-are-nothing-new-333481914
Inhuman: http://grubbswriting.deviantart.com/art/Playing-With-One-s-Food-371910341
the fourth will come soon. It will be called, "Vicious- Chapter One".
Please leave comments on this post telling me what you would like to see more of.
Thank you, and God bless.What would YOU like to read? by ~GrubbsWriting

Tales Of Edos - From Beyond The Forests - Prolog

It began to become late. A light breeze was blowing and the sun cast its last golden rays of light over the hill to the small village Grimeck, which was isolated in the middle of the hilly landscape.
Another, stronger gust of wind was raised and made the leaves of the neighbouring cloud forest rustle.
The first lights of the little 50 souls counting village were lit and donated those light, who had gathered at the edge and looked impatiently over the forest. Including Ryan, son of the village chief and member of the House Grim.

"It's getting late ..." Jonas, the old village blacksmith said, rubbing his bearded chin absently. Once it became cTales Of Edos - From Beyond The Forests - Prolog by *Ma-sa-ru

Matched Ch. 6School had always been enjoyable to me. I loved to learn about anything and everything. Taking in information was honestly what I felt that I did best. Now, however, I was beginning to feel like an intruder in my own classroom as I looked around the room at the faces of my classmates who were in on Gage’s plan. I was becoming paranoid that they were constantly judging me and wondering if I was strong enough to go through with the plan, and I could tell that Lily was beginning to notice.

When we went out to lunch that day we sat in our same spot and ate our packaged meal provided by the Government just like we did every day. I stared doMatched Ch. 6 by ~poeknowsprose

OHFE: OF Twobodies, Timelords and Men (pt.VII)Part VII. The Bigs and the Little
Having heard it got silent, Chibiten climbed out of his shelter - while big people had been wandering iver him, he had hid under some piece of metal before the city gate because he had fallen out of Samantha's hood. And it was due to her being met during the way to the city, and everyone had wanted to touch her or to yank at her clothes to make sure of her being real. "Sammy wouldn't abandon me, - thought Chibiten and felt a lump coming to his throat and pinching in his eyes. - Shall I follow her? They may squash me... big people. Big bad people. I'd better get back to the TARDIS. Someone will return thereOHFE: OF Twobodies, Timelords and Men (pt.VII) by ~CarryPhoenix

Realistic or Non-Fiction Novels 1st Chapters

Fantasy Contest Submit all entries HERE

25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM.

I didn’t get the chance to say good night to her before bed.
Instead when I finished writing I planted one on her forehead.
She shudders under the covers and smothers towards me.
The blind smile on her face shows me that she really adorns me.
I place my cheek on her cheek
And my hand on her sleek physique.
My other rests on her chest to feel her heart beat.
She clasps her lips and thrusts her arm over me
As I begin thinking this feels like how it is supposed to be
And how this girl can still inspire me to write poetry.
I lean closer to stare into her fluttering eye lids.
Imagining an occupied hand crafted crib i25/04/2013 2:35 AM. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Individuality.Individuality.

These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.

Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.

Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.

Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca ColIndividuality. by *KelaLewis-Morin

The SirenI approached the swelling tides and as I neared the black waters they came to a quiet stillness.
My clothing evaporated into a fading vapor and unveiled pale skin afore the instant my bare
toes met with the warmth of the sea’s kiss. I walked deeper into the soothing embrace and
felt the flesh of legs and feet give way to ebony scale and fin. I let my eyes fall to a close and
lowered my head beneath the moonlit surface, parting my lips to a silken caress. I calmly
breathed in the soft flow and opened silver eyes to sunken depths.

And it was in that moment that silence was broken by haunting song. The Siren by *S0ullessly

Entwine like Vines

Come with me on wayward dreams

Catch the wind on sailor’s leaves

Climb with me on favored tree

Conceive with me and plant the seed

It’s where it all started can’t you see?

Special place we both grew up as one

Feeding of the warming sun

Growing higher just for fun

You and me

Me and you

Always one

Entwined as two

Wrapping, warming; serpent hugs.

Taller, tougher; my Clementine.

Squirming, slippery; kiss like slugs

Constricting, cinching; bonding vines.

Entwine like vines

Entwine like vines

One heart

One body

One soul

One mind

You and me

Me and you

Always one

Entwined as two.Entwine like Vines by *Ellen-Souler

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Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.

They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.

What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.

Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there wIntangible Tangent. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Belief.Belief.

I’d rather believe in something,

Rather than to believe in nothing.

Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.

But if you believe there is something greater in pBelief. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.

Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.

Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.

Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that thConceivable Conclusions. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Human Nature.Human Nature.

The dreamers,
The believers
And the ambitious achievers.

Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.

The realists,
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.

Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.

You see I am beginning to get the gist,

Of how we all unwittingly coexist.

Neither one can ever be dismissed,

As long as the reign of mankind persists.

As one tries, the other watches.

When one flies, the other dislodgeHuman Nature. by *KelaLewis-Morin

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Fan Fiction

.:ReaderXOuranTwins:. The Dare..:ReaderXOuranTwins:.
"Okay {f/n}." Your best friend uses that voice she has when she is up to something. She held dice in her hand. "You have to roll a number. Got it so far?" You nod. "Good. Whoever gets the highest number gets to tell the other person what to do." You chuckle. After watching two seasons of Naruto in one day, your friends can think of many things to do when they are bored.
"Fine." You say back, you really wanted your best friend to ask out her crush. She talks about him like he's everything. You laugh every time you think of the "crush"? He is no other then.... "Prince Tamaki!" You tried to contain your laughter when she told you. The Ouran Host Club wasn't your thing. Always full of rich prissy girls and boys who could be called strippers for all you care. They just make girls blush for money. Of course you still supported her. She was your best friend of course. "Let's get started!" You grasp the di.:ReaderXOuranTwins:. The Dare. by ~Theresas-Library

Growing Up - ProtonConroy (Part Four)Jake and Emile were spending a lot more time together than Emile and I were. It made me so mad that I punched the wall. (That did not end well.) I didn't even understand why I was so envious of the two boys, all I knew was that I absolutely had to tear them apart. I couldn't stand their endless giggles and laughter.
First, I asked my mom what I should do. She said two no-where-near-helpful things. She said to either talk to Emile about it, or just make other friends. Talking to people about feelings wasn't something I was very fond of. And I couldn't just lose Emile, he was my best friend, after all. I had to come up with some stupid plan to break the two apart.
My so called perfect plan was to basically tell both of them that the other hated them. What actually happened, though, was nothing like what I expected. After I told Emile he said something like this:
"Well, I have to go ask him why!"
At which point, I was too shocked to say anything and just followed quickly. I was paniGrowing Up - ProtonConroy (Part Four) by ~electricnegativity

A Discrete Flavor Ch. 3I had a weird dream that night. I dreamt that Cilan and I were magical girls and the only reason why that was able to happen was because we were emotional, or something. It was fun and we were kicking ass until James showed up. He was a witch and we died.
Si woke me up by shaking my shoulder. I was still somewhere in dreamland. I suddenly sat up thinking Cilan was dead. I looked over at my side to see I had smacked Cilan's Pansage in the face. Si snickered.
"It's time to wake up now and make breakfast," Si said, smiling brightly.
"Why is it I'm the one that always makes food," I growled.
"Cause you're the one that does it the best."
I scoffed and looked over at Cilan. If he weren't hurt and sick, I'm sure he'd be willing to do it.
"I swear, you guys would die without me," I said, getting out of bed.
Si left while I rubbed my eyes. Cilan's Pansage jumped off of him and followed Si. All at once it dawned on me that I had fallen asleep next to my idol while IA Discrete Flavor Ch. 3 by ~TheBlackBullets

Second Friday: JohnxReaderSecond Friday: JohnxReader: Homestuck:

The glowing button buzzed under your fingertip, and a muffled chime sounded inside his apartment. A minute passed and worry bloomed as not a sound was heard. There was no scrambling of socked feet or a reassuring yell of, “Be right there!” You were positive it was the second Friday of the month when you and your boyfriend held a date movie night but you checked your phone calendar and messages any way. It was the second Friday and there were no messages. The worry started to squirm and grow. Maybe John had forgotten and gone out to eat?

You tried again. Perhaps he was asleep? But as anothSecond Friday: JohnxReader by ~RhinoGhost

Fan Fiction

Theatre

The devil tells a dangerous troughSomeone very naive knocks on hells door and wants the devil to tell him the trough about the world. About live, the best way to luck and fortune and the universe, but the devil is a bit non-cooperative...

Naive human (demanding): Speak to me!

Devil: Then you would have to listen.

Naive Human: I will! I do!

Devil: Could you bear my words?

Naive Human: I can! I promise!

Devil: I’m doubting.

Naive Human: Why? How can I show my worthiness?

Devil: You can’t. I smell your weak soul still down here in hell.

Naive Human (craving): You err, I’m strong.

Devil (with anger in his chesty voice): No, you son-The devil tells a dangerous trough by ~TheiaMaby

Sweet dreams...???"Father?
Dad?
Where are you?
Dad...?
Dad !!!!!!!"

Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.

Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...

" Wake up, my love.
wake up!
Daddy is here."
"Dad?"

Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.

"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "

He lifts her up.
Holds her closer tSweet dreams...??? by ~DEANJENO--art

Label me (not)A Fool,

I am not your social tool.

Label me not GAY, what foul word play.

Label me not STUPID, reasons you know are not lucid.

Label my life not a DISASTER, inebriated, slurring words so plastered.

Label me not DUMB, it's just a rule of thumb.

Label me not a LIAR, you're the one waving the false fliers.

Label me not DEPRESSIVE; I mention your happiness and you get defensive.

Label me not INSANE,

you're the one de-railed,

off your own goddamn train!

So before you open your trap, do me a favor;

be my angel.

Put down the gun, I want love;

Not your labels.Label me (not) by *Ellen-Souler

A friendI must admit- you're a hell of a fighter
I tried to run but you're just holding me tighter
I was dumb to think that this could get better
So instead I am forced to write you this letter

See, If there's one thing I've learned in this thing called a life
Is that guilt can cut people's hearts out almost as hard as a knife
But that doesn't mean you can keep this up until you'll get what you want
No one's guilty for you're tragedy therefore there is no one to hunt

You must realize- the world will never stop it's course for any one
You are not special for you're loss but you've changed since it has begun
I just wanted to help, to support, I've neA friend by ~AmbushRealityLeader

Theatre

Social Notes

Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?

No.Elements of Change by ~SirRantsALot

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &thieves of nocturne skies by ~knightsha

a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)a ratio of freckles to stars by ~tubefed

Friday MorningAs I got ready for work this morning,
I glanced at your sleeping figure.

I sat down next to you
knowing you would leave soon after I got home.

Before I left, I kissed your cheek
and whispered "I love you."

I saw a small smile play
at your lips as you slept.

I was overcome with the realization
that saying goodbye would never get easier.

Because I never knew that I could
love someone as much as I love you. Friday Morning by ~SevereWeather

Social Notes

Mature Content

Ocean of the DeadSurfing over the waves of the ocean
Floating in the dead, cold sea
Alive in my tide of emotions
Searching for a way to be.

My heart goes out with longing
As the waves lapse over my soul
Begging for a sense of belonging
But knowing that I will never be whole.

I am like a Zombie
Wandering, meaningless without ho[e
My story is nothing but an endless lie
My lifeline going down a bottomless slope.

I am dead, understand,
Floating in the depths of the cold
Drowning under the weight of society's demands
And now there is nothing to do except watch me
Fight, Unfold,
Cry, and die,
and let my story go unforgotten,
forever untold.Ocean of the Dead by ~Breatheforlife

Woman Of The Desert by *BenHammonds

We are all by ~AmbushRealityLeader

I Hope It Ruins Sex For You (Like It Did For Me) by ~oracle-of-nonsense

Mature Content

Winter Poetry Contest

Locked Up

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But your words may never put me down.

They don’t tell you something,
The secret within that sane.

My mind is a lock,
Waiting for the key to come.

But did it ever come,
I waited until my bones turned to ashes.

The tears and the cries,
How those people say goodbye.

Everything about this,
Inside of my mind.

I like to complain,
I like to be free.

But with silver chains,
Your words are holding me back.

Help me,
I want to be set free.

Save me,
I need to be in the sky.

The clouds look nice,
Smiling down on the flower.

Oh, how I miss your soul,
That face that belonged to me.

I wonderLocked Up by ~SunsetSprite

To the Borders of Cynicism

Mindful of the outcomes,
Truth be told, I've been so bold
As to say the things I've never meant...

A thought process that takes a constant inside look
to the outlines of the underlying facts,
That all else seems to avoid.

Better left alone the curiosities that I so pursue,
bending balance against what
little will it's been given.

These borders provide such a limitless amount
of what I am not to ever know,
like severing the tight rope that holds all of this together.

As if arrogance is what drives me away from naivety,
pride away from ignorance and
deeply into a much darker realm of fear.

The point of know return, deep in a cold hTo the Borders of Cynicism by ~GrubbsWriting

Heart Stopper

The third eye wanders,
Zoning in and out of reality.
Focused on theories,
Never on proof.

Prayer only begs for hope,
Off an indecisive tongue.
Knowing not what to do,
But only to worry and fear.

Paranoia sets up what seems like the end,
The third eye tears up...
An effort come and gone,
Dead upon running its course.

Thus begins a means to an end,
Or so we think.
As a conclusion is never desired,
The heart continues to beat.Heart Stopper by ~GrubbsWriting

Why This Way?The time we were born on the Earth, same souls, different births
And we had those days, and we walked on feet, in all different ways
I remember the school times, The Power-puff Girls, and even Anime
The meals of love, the weekend nights, mum’s bed and shows at half-past nine
But I can’t remember, that when it was so, I turned into a shame, and deserved deathblow
I can’t remember what happened that, I kept sitting there alone, and the world turned so bad
They say God hates me, they say I must die; they want to see me crushing, say they work as his eye
Since when did it happen, that I became a beast; they say love is for the world, but mine is banned by the priest?
What went so wrong, if I defied Adam and Eve; why did it bring misery to others, if I wished myself a loving Steve?
Here am I, in every city, towns and hamlets, but I feel so pity
That the people of God, or so they say, grieve his love and the fellows he made
Here am I, in every room, lonely and blue, sick ofWhy This Way? by ~alakyadav

Winter Poetry Contest

Poetry III

FakeIn my mind,
I see the light.

The light shines in my eyes,
Causing me to be blind.

The blindness makes me see things,
Things like the future.

I feel dizzy,
My world is turning.

I see the light,
It blinks in my vision.

Oh, how I could’ve been good for you,
Don’t be so cruel to me.

People crowd around,
I want to see what’s going on.

Alas, I see a dreadful thing,
A boy is crying.

People are laughing,
Picking on him because he’s weak.

I push through the crowd,
Extending a hand towards him.

He smiles, grins with tears in his eyes,
He grabs my hand.

I pull him up and hug him,
I’m finally wanted.

Fake by ~SunsetSprite

Please Stop Crying

Mummy, what did I do?
Please stop staring at me, I said I was sorry.

Don’t cry, I don’t like tears,
Please stop crying!

Oh no, my friend is mad,
What did I do to you?

Why are you walking away?
Don’t leave me!

Tears spill from my eyes,
I told mum and she hugged me.

Oh, please stop the tears,
It’s painful to see this!

I fell asleep in your arms,
I was safe for once with you, mum.

At least, you’re not like the world outside,
That dark cruel place.

Please…Sop crying already. I can’t stand it anymore.Please Stop Crying by ~SunsetSprite

BirthOne day
she awoke
and the skies were more blue
and there were things to do
and people to talk to.

One night
she realized
the stars were brighter
and the moon was bigger
and she had another chance.

Once in a while
she knows
things are different
and there are people who care
and there are places to escape.

Today
she thinks
things are different
and everything is turning around
and there are reasons to smile.

Today
she thinks
maybe she was given another chance
or maybe she went to sleep
and woke up to be reborn. Birth by ~w-anderlust

Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they doBlame The Parents by ~samsamsammysam66

Poetry III

Poetry

LagniappeLet’s fall in love
Where the tress crumble away
And concrete devour the grass.
In buildings that out reach the birds.
We conflate.
We are young.
I, the broken woman
You, kind hearted Prince.

You are the one that brings
Pure clarity to my mind
For I know
That you will not break me.
You are what makes;
You imbue in me
What it feels like to live again.

You were my serendipity
The night of ignorance, booze and
Loving bliss
When we held each other close
And spoke of true wording.

It is love
And I’m so thankful
For you.Lagniappe by =ADreamCatchingPanda

Six Word StoryDeath before it started; a friend.Six Word Story by ~ShineeSerenDipity

The Old GuitarI love the old guitar
and everything that it is
both an object to hold in hand
to use to voice the feelings
that are in my soul
but also something that satisfies
a deep sense in my being
for when I open the old guitar case
the smell comes to me
all of the smells that make up the guitar
from the aged wood and the glue
the metallic smell of the strings
and the ebony of the fret board
it is a smell that I know
and have known for a long time
it tells me to explore my thoughts
to express my feelings whether good or bad
that it is ok to cry out the blues
to wail out the frustrations that I may feel
or to sing the warm songs of love and peace
when The Old Guitar by *BenHammonds

I am yours

Take my hand
And pull me close.
Hold me tight and,
Never let me go.

Your skin sMells like sweet June rain
And your arms are all around me.
You engraved yoUr kisses on my neck
So I can never leave.

I like to feel your heartbeat
Because I beloNg to the echo of your soul.
If you wished for more,I couldn't help you,
Cause you've already got it all.

And I know it's stupid
Spilling these words on your lips
But you need to know thaT
You can feel the light of my love undEr your fingertips.

There is one more thing
I think even the brightest stAr knows
My head is buried in your Neck.
"I promise,I am yours".I am yours by ~dirtydancerforlife

Poetry

Poetry II

A Love Lies WaitingEtched upon white silky bark,
veined in dancing leaves,
in fallen snow a melted heart
still beats amidst the trees.

Buried deep in summers passed,
wrapped in aspen glow,
a love lies waiting, holding fast,
yet only the forest knows.A Love Lies Waiting by ~tickersymbol

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fineAura: The Revolution by *RainbowizedSky

SavingThere is no way to save it.
Don't throw a fit,
just let it slip.

At times it's just too hard,
to let go of that card.
It aint yours,
it aint telling you what you hoped-for.

Sometimes you can let those tears fall,
other times you need to wipe them all.
Blow that nose,
take every blow,
and stand up to face those mighty crows.

When people ask,
face them like a task,
and never let up on that mask.

I got this good,
we got this hood.
Suck it all up,
and stick it in a cup.

There always is another chance.Saving by ~BlackTealways

Playing the AngelPlaying the Angel

I woke up one day,
thinking to myself,
what would it be like,
to pretend I was an angel?

I, who smiles that wicked smile.
I, who feeds off of everyone's pain.
This is great,
this is fun.
I'll be an angel,
I'll play as an angel.

Do you see it?
Me as an angel.
Or is it you see through me,
my dark, hungry soul.

Maniac laugh,
darken aura...
this is me.
This is what I do,
I taint the meaning of an angel.
I ruin everything you knew of something pure.

I'm playing the angel,
as I have nothing else to do.
I'm playing the angel,
because I want to.

I want to see all your faces,
happy and content.
I want to see that peacefulness uPlaying the Angel by ~BlackTealways

Poetry II

SpicyBasil's publishing project

Between MoonlightFlutter;
The rustling of silken sheets
Soft touches of pattering feet
Life thrums behind the silence
Passion hums beneath the cold

The veil has covered with dusk again
The bright skies sinking to Mistress Night
Luscious tresses of raven-wing black
Blinds and soothes, with desolate lack

Peering through dark shifting clouds
A maiden shy, with friends of sound
Delicate creatures, that flit about
Gentle shadows, played across the grounds

Bathed in etheral glows of the radiant Lady
Swathed in cloth of glimmering shine
Dressed in jewels, plucked from a starlit sky
A gem of the softest nature, dainty and fine

Listen;
Fearsome wolves are growlingBetween Moonlight by ~xShenLong

Bride of the Dying West

She stands, clothed in white
In fields of scorching sand.
Weeping tumbleweeds,
As the dust storms
Leave her panting lungs.

A grin with a lack of the sane mind
Discovers her lips,
As she dances with the bones
Of dead rabbits...
Screaming the schizophrenic duet.

There must be some amount of meaning
Some morsel of purpose...
Her eyes are blind with boiling tears,
But still she smiles,
Dancing with those accursed rabbits.

As her bare feet reveal themselves
behind a ruined wedding dress,
They are not but bone and melted skin...
Ground away by her endless movement.
Ignored by her last nerve.

She stops in mid pose...
Her face of melancholy.
ThBride of the Dying West by ~GrubbsWriting

AwayAnd when these tears come burning down my face
And when I cannot seem to find the time nor the place
When these lights no longer light my way
When my blood turns cold like this nature of decay
I hope that you will know me
I hope that you will hold me
I hope, but I don’t know

This isn’t the time, this isn’t the place
I haven’t seen your face in years
I haven’t had the time to find a way
I haven’t found my way back home

I don’t know if this is how you feel
I don’t know why everything seems so alone
I’m misguided by my fear, I’m misguided by my faith
I haven’t seen my soul, I haAway by ~lso92

My DarlingHere my darling
The birds are chained to the sky
Nature is decay
Only dreams stay alive

Here my darling
There is no change
The present is the past
An illusion of time

Here my darling
The roads do wind
They're one way roads
With no warning signs

Here my darling
The truth is a lie
And violence hides
Behind bureaucratic minds

Here my darling
The sun don't shine
The cannons light the way
Through the cold winters night

Here my darling
Even the devil cries
From what he's seen
With bleeding eyes

Here my darling
God has died
He once showed his face
For this, he was crucified My Darling by ~lso92

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Edit: There is now a gallery folder for these works, entitled "SpicyBasil's Publishing Project." All you works can be submitted there.

Calling all members of PaW, !HattasMadTeacup here! A deviant, !SpicyBasil, has an exciting idea and proposal to anyone willing to help her out. I'll copy and paste to you what was in her note, explaining her idea:

"I want to start a movement and change some things in this darkening world. To do this, I need help from others. I can't do it by myself. This is where I need you!

I want to hold a contest, but I only have one prize to offer. Maybe others can pitch in to make it more enticing. I can offer the chance to have work seriously published. I have a friend in the publishing business that can pull strings and really put this idea out there. I want each contestant to write a poem, story, essay, or song about what they would do to change the world or to write about the world itself to open a reader's eyes. I want fifty final entries and I am asking other groups as well. If the groups would like to participate in the selection, then each group could give me their top twenty options and I will pick and choose from there, compile it and prepare it for submission.

I do not want any of the writer's personal information until the book is ready for submission. I want to distribute any profits equally, but I don't want any of the writers to feel like they must jeopardize their safety until I absolutely need it.

This is a lot to process, but it's an idea that I want to see pull through. Your help would be very much appreciated. You may alert all of your affiliates and spread this all over Deviant Art if you wish. Please consider my proposal and get back to me as soon as possible. Thank you very much for your time!"

This idea was inspired by one of her submitted deviations, found here: [link]

Essentially, what !SpicyBasil is trying to do is get about fifty entries like this, written by people who have been through dark times, basically talking about what they'd do to change the world (as stated above.) Publishing is not guaranteed, but it's still really cool to get in on this. I encourage you all to get your writing fingers ready and help !SpicyBasil out!

That's all, if you have any questions I think you can contact her.

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Comments

~Icyvampire Jun 3, 2013 Writer

Hello

Is it possible that you could create another poetry folder? The 4th one is full.

~rob17786 May 28, 2013 Professional Writer

Hey all.
Feel free to swing by my profile to look at some more of my work. Don't want to just launch everything at the group.
Constructive comments very much welcome

~AsterGirl May 13, 2013 Student Writer

Can you make another poetry folder?

*MrVicious130 May 8, 2013 Hobbyist

hello could you please put my three submissions in the poetry folder thank you.
There names are
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My Final Wishes
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Soul Covering Shadows
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The Little Old Clock.
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