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SilenceSilence. Who are you supposed to be?
A friend to console me, and comfort me?
A rival to think and envy what I don't have?
A sign that what I desire will not come true?

Time will tell me, but in silence it speaks
And in silence it shall work its course,
Leaving me in an incredible daze that
Went over the limit of my daydream.

Not a soul can make out
What silence says to its asker,
For the answer and always be
The nothingness of a voice.

Silence. Why must you be so cruel
When you bounced the curses back at me
When you should cure my little heart
Wounded by the incidents I want not happen?

I am not asking my own questions,
But asking what

My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family

Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".

Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque

Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos

completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes

solo llevaban equipo de esquí.

.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup

.- Solo vamos por

Wisdom's daughter

Born of wisdom and war
Athena’s daughter
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom

In my heart I sit aloneIn my heart I sit alone with no soul by my side to give me hope that tomorrow will come in this my darkest hour demons bite at my feet angles cry out my name
They feel my pain I stand to my feet I walk to face my doom in this my final battle my sins will be laid bare for all to see as I face death will be my judge as u pull the plug on my life

No RightFarewell paradise.
I've lost my dreams to you.
I've paid your price.
Don't come and help me.
I'll only push you away.
For I'd rather lose my life.
Then to have you make yourself stay.
The suffering is grusome.
The pain it will hurt.
For you see my head is now empty.
As these flames begin to burn.
And so I shall cry.
As these nightmares begin.
Sowing my mouth shut.
As I slowly give in.

In the land of life and death In the land of life and death here I stand and I call out he's name with my bleeding soul hand on my heart I feel it slowly stop as I fall to my knees my mind goes back to the day I first saw you in your battle armour you stand tall a holy knight with no fear in your eyes your the one i call out to the only one who can save my soul but now my eyes go dark my skin turns cold I am no more my body turns to stone my soul is cut from my body all is lost my love will not come to my side

To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga

La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.

Music

Read description if you are confused:

In blue starting from the yellow dot:
Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.

In red:
Bringer of peace to wars.

Battle in the Twin Sala garden

At the river sat a boy
watching the water flowing by
seeing the pain of the world
with his ocean eyes closed
but as the years went by
his wings carried him high
and when eternal night rises
when death stretches out its claws
it is light against darkness
gold against underworld gems
forces clash a great fight
the virgin raises her fists, sets her sight
on the twins the goat, the waterbearer
closing shut the lotus door
demon's bane, ancient sealing rosary
treasure of heaven, keeping evil at bay
and thus, in the sacred garden
just like Buddha has done
the boy lays his head down in eternal rest
beneath the Twin Sala Trees

Shield of the World

Wings of pure gold
spread and enclose the world
bathing it
in a warm golden light
made of feathers of justice
they take flight and rise
the Archer soars through high realms
traveling through the mist of dreams
sending across the skies
his mighty battle cries
his body is shield against the dark
amidst the darkness a bright spark
and golden feathers fall
when he heeds Athena’s call
even beyond death, he spreads his wings
to protect his goodess and justice
he’s a shield of light against the shadow land
forever the shield of the world

Beyond death

A heart that’s beating
steady and strong
a soul full of light and passion
where goodness and justice are dwelling
a powerfull warrior
redeemed with high honor
regarded by his peers
an epitome, full of splendors
a oath of loyalty to his goddess
a oath of loyalty to justice
his heart who stayed true until the end
his heart, as a traitor he was branded
taking his oath beyond his grave
breaking through the frontiers of death
stretching out a helping hand
for those who battle in Greek land
a heart that will forever go on
a heart that stopped beating

Not AfraidI am nothing anymore
So hit me one last time
Come hurt me, I dare you
Let's see if I'll cry

You see I'm not afraid
Not anymore
I've seen past your games
And figured out what's in store

Twisted in your ways
Insanity is what you yell
So I shall silence your words
With this last foolish farewell

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by ~GlassedRose, Jan 12, 2013, 8:24:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

Pencils on.
Smell it on my face.
Mortal beings begin to chase.
Writers and ink, creators that sink.

Taste the words like a dark cloud.
Hateful and lovely, we stand proud.
Through alleys of thought, gateways of love.
Someday our prints, will be written above.

But for now we wait, hope we clutch.
Our creative sides don't matter much.
As big books get big stores and we sit here,
fearing the day we will find the fear.

Writing and writing and writing more.
Our bindings of words follow the store.
Waiting that one day, it will be noticed.
Signs upon highways, waiting for focus.

But for now we sit, led on paper.
We'll have to wait, until much later.
As our eyes shut and our imaginations open,
our thoughts on future, remain frozen.

Emotions and devotion, to the beloved writer,
as we sit at our keyboards, beginning to ponder.
Our minds trail through painted nights and days.
The imaginations set ablaze.

And now we sleep and wait for sunrise,
as we close those thoughtful, heavy eyes.

Unseenby ~GlassedRose

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

Unseen, a little poem thing by me devoted to all of the unknown writers out there.
This isn't my best work, ene.

(c) To me, GlassedRose

!ZahilaraBennett Jan 13, 2013 Student Writer

I like the idea you're presenting here, that no matter what our personal styles or preferences writers really are united under that one universal title. A very good piece of work.

~GlassedRose Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, that means a lot c:

!ZahilaraBennett Jan 13, 2013 Student Writer

You're very welcome, and you deserve it.

~kiki5764 Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

good poem!

But I'm more impressed by your new profile picture!

KIRSTT AND NAYCOS FOREVER`!!!!

~GlassedRose Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you c:

Oh so you noticed?

~kiki5764 Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh god that is the sexiest link I have ever seen....

~GlassedRose Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I know right?

Link is sexy
and Kirstt is sexy
and Naycos is sexy.

Sexy overload.

~kiki5764 Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

AND YOUR SEXY AND I'M SEXY!

SEXYNESS EXPLOSION ALL OVER THE WALLS!

~GlassedRose Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

KELSII: MADI GUESS WHAT?

MADI:

WHAT!?

KELSII: I just fangasmed...

MADI: WHERE?

KELSII:

ALL OVER THE WALLS

KELSII AND MADISON:

~kiki5764 Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh god that last image made me feel awkward to be eating vanilla icecream....

I'm not kidding!

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