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persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.

la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.

una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.

todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon

The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
I'm exposed,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.

Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.

Tienes todo no eres feliz,

tienes poco no eres feliz.

Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
"detalles".

Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..

No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.

*.Quietly:Vent.*Im quietly living,
despite the pain inside.
I'm silently listening,
letting the knife pain subside.
I'm slowly bleeding much like a drought,
yet no one has seemed,
to figure this out.
Forced to live and suffer in this eerie silence,
only.....
only listening to this broken heart of mine's fading beating.

StrangledThe loneliness strangles me
It chokes me tightly
Slowly gasping for air
Painfully dying

I start to lose conscience
I fall into the ground
Crawling to a corner
To die alone

No one to help me
Im all alone
I take one last breath
To expire on the ground

Possibly Not.I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go

I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen

You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot

You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart

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ImakandiThree are running on the plain,
Why they do this, cannot explain,
Yet they do this, for millennia now,
Hunt and kill, to chase or prowl.
Hunters born, killers bred,
In the end, their prey's flesh is shred,
With a spear, a bow and blade
They stalk their prey, in grass and shade
Skin is dark, yet covered in musk,
To conceal better, when they hunt,
Stealth is key, yet not the need,
But to kill better, their creed they heed,
"Kill not, what is defenseless or you do not eat"
"Kill for sport, and for meat"
Also prey must be worthy and strong,
And the hunt, to be hard and long,
Able to kill, and take down any beast,
After which they

PrimoAnd so he woke, right at dawn,
Galaxy's birth, darkness was gone,
Matter formed, life was born,
He received life, from stars being torn,

In the beginning, pains of birth,
Coming into existence, enormous girth,
The size of a star, majestic and great,
But being so big, was not to his taste,

He made himself small, not knowing how,
Warping the ether, as his will would allow,
His will was supreme, in our small space,
He could make it null, not a single trace,

Why was he like this, omnipotent yet good
He could do anything, if however in the mood,
What gave him this strength, to make life itself
Or to destroy it, but never oneself,

HaiducEl priveste, de pe-o stanca,
Cu mana, pe-o rana adanca,
Sangerand, s-a urcat pe munte,
Pe colina, moartea s-o infrunte.

Batalia, fiind furioasa,
L-a spintecat o lama-ntoarsa,
Lama blestemata, de habsburg,
Privind valahia, lacrimile-i curg

N-are in suflet, frica mortii,
Da are-n inima regretu nedreptatii
Ca-i tarana lui, mult iubita,
De cotropitori din stramos inrobita.

Se aude-n departare, marsul de ostasi
Au trimis dupa el fruntasi,
Sa-l urmareasca si sa-l prinda,
Restu haiducimii, sa i-o intinda.

Acu-i vede si se incrunta,
Si ostirea singur o infrunta,
Fuge tare si urla gros,
La primul prins, gatul i l-a intors.

Si scoat

Winter midnightFading light, before midnight,
Coming forth, like a blight.
Creeping slower, as light is far,
Not a twinkle, from a single star.

Bloody moon, rises soon,
At the apex, of night's noon.
Crimson aura, of distaste,
Fading hope, with dooming haste.

Bloody flakes, silently fall down,
As they gobble, the whole town,
As it vanishes, in the crimson light,
At the strike of midnight.

Chilly winds, howling of sins,
Carving trees as weather veins spin,
Calling forth, the dead of night,
Dragging all light, out of sight.

Midnight's beats get to twelve,
Into morning we slowly delve,
Midnight's first minute, coming on,
Slowly closing to the

NamelessI sit and wait, silent and cool,
For my target, whoever the fool,
In shadow's realm, i dwell,
For no one, can ever tell,
My life is the contract,
And death i atract.

Moving slowly, i make my way down,
To get closer, without a sound,
Moving stealthy, i sneek up,
Morning come, a corpse will turn up.
With one stab, small, under the chin,
Directly to the brain, him locked in a grin.

Only one move, it's all i have to make,
They won't even know, what to say at his wake.
Target's a target, it's all i know,
Nothing to comment, nothing to show,
When i called, it's usually bad,
He may have wronged or made someone sad.

I'm now close, e

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Childhood's end

by ~Deian, Nov 1, 2012, 12:41:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Endless reason, comes unbound
They all lose faith, of what they found,
People rise, in rage and violence,
But in a moment, it all turns to silence,
For what they found cannot be unseen,
It is the worst thing, they have ever seen,
What they learned made the weep,
And the news of it, the globe did sweep,
For what was known will forever be null,
Mankind's hopes, are forever sullied,
Of what I speak, some may theorize
For skepticism is on the rise,
The news, that changed us all,
Is the proof, that there is no GOD, not at all.

Childhood's endby ~Deian

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*sunonthecross Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

When I saw the title of this for a moment I thought I was going to be reading the lyrics of the song Childhoods End from Marillions Misplaced Childhood album... too my mind one of the most underrated concept albums of the last 30 years... but alas it wasn't.... however I was quite taken by this nonetheless and you've great creative talent... keep t up

~Deian Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

hello
thanks for the lovely comment.
as for the nature of the title, well i was inspired by Arthur C Clark's book Childhood's End

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