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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Perfect

Perfect makeup, perfect hair

Eyes that can’t quite meet your stare

Perfect answers on the test

Always got to be the best

Perfect athlete, perfect game

Perfect pills, forgot the name

Days in bed, don’t fall apart

Assignments due, forgot to start

Nervous chatter, you’re a mess

Looking pretty in that dress

Perfect lined up life now ready

Hold those breaking fingers steady

No one wants to see you cry - 

So God, you try and try and try.

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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Perfect
Perfect makeup, perfect hair
Eyes that can’t quite meet your stare
Perfect answers on the test
Always got to be the best
Perfect athlete, perfect game
Perfect pills, forgot the name
Days in bed, don’t fall apart
Assignments due, forgot to start
Nervous chatter, you’re a mess
Looking pretty in that dress
Perfect lined up life now ready
Hold those breaking fingers steady
No one wants to see you cry - 
So God, you try and try and try.

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Guilt Therapy

You wonder about her sometimes, about where it went wrong. 

The week before you remember sitting together in your office's mismatched chairs. She'd sounded better, and you had commented on her progress. 

She cried but she talked too, and you knew she was holding back, but that was okay because getting better was a process and she was trying. 

She seemed optimistic about life, looking toward the future. You remember noticing that. 

You recommended she watch Midnight in Paris before next appointment. She told you she would. 

You talked about her life: she had finals coming up, and then she'd head back to her parents. She said she didn't want to go home, but she was looking forward to leaving school after the semester. 

She'd asked about your plans. Most people didn't ask - so you told her about finishing grad school, maybe opening a place of your own. She said she thought that was cool. 

You exchanged pleasantries after scheduling another appointment - next Tuesday at 10 - and she headed out. 

She didn't show up that next Tuesday, because by then she'd been dead. 

They told you this was part of the job, and that there was nothing more you could have done. They told you it was by hanging. 

This surprised you. You had expected it to be pills. 

They said it wasn't your fault, but somehow you felt like it was. You were suppose to be helping her.

You knew more about her than her family, friends, or anyone in her life. You weren't invited to her funeral.

You think about her a lot, like you are now. You think about it on good days and bad days and strange days, and you think about how trapped she'd said she felt by all these people mourning her. 

She was your one, like most in the profession have. The case they got attached to, the one that went wrong. 

You open up your own business, like you told her you would, after you graduate in July.

You try and make a difference. That's all you can do. Maybe you couldn't save her, but it's not too late to help other people struggling. At least, that's what you tell yourself on days like these. 

Your mind always comes back to that last appointment. God. You should have done more.

You know it's not your fault.

But you still fucking wish you'd done more.

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Guilt Therapy
You wonder about her sometimes, about where it went wrong. 

The week before you remember sitting together in your office's mismatched chairs. She'd sounded better, and you had commented on her progress. 

She cried but she talked too, and you knew she was holding back, but that was okay because getting better was a process and she was trying. 

She seemed optimistic about life, looking toward the future. You remember noticing that. 

You recommended she watch Midnight in Paris before next appointment. She told you she would. 

You talked about her life: she had finals coming up, and then she'd head back to her parents. She said she didn't want to go home, but she was looking forward to leaving school after the semester. 

She'd asked about your plans. Most people didn't ask - so you told her about finishing grad school, maybe opening a place of your own. She said she thought that was cool. 

You exchanged pleasantries after scheduling another appointment - next Tuesday at 10 - and she headed out. 

She didn't show up that next Tuesday, because by then she'd been dead. 

They told you this was part of the job, and that there was nothing more you could have done. They told you it was by hanging. 

This surprised you. You had expected it to be pills. 

They said it wasn't your fault, but somehow you felt like it was. You were suppose to be helping her.

You knew more about her than her family, friends, or anyone in her life. You weren't invited to her funeral.

You think about her a lot, like you are now. You think about it on good days and bad days and strange days, and you think about how trapped she'd said she felt by all these people mourning her. 

She was your one, like most in the profession have. The case they got attached to, the one that went wrong. 

You open up your own business, like you told her you would, after you graduate in July.

You try and make a difference. That's all you can do. Maybe you couldn't save her, but it's not too late to help other people struggling. At least, that's what you tell yourself on days like these. 

Your mind always comes back to that last appointment. God. You should have done more.

You know it's not your fault.

But you still fucking wish you'd done more.
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Written by Vyxyn in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Wishes

Twinkle little star my heart wishes

on you from a far....

Take me far away even for a short stay

Let me basque in freedoms light

Just to know what it's like

To be a person for once I my life

Not a princess, not a daughter, Geisha

mother, wife.

Have been those my whole life.

To just be me and spend time with friends

That's what I wish most oh little star

I'm wishing for most from a far.

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Wishes
Twinkle little star my heart wishes
on you from a far....
Take me far away even for a short stay
Let me basque in freedoms light
Just to know what it's like
To be a person for once I my life
Not a princess, not a daughter, Geisha
mother, wife.
Have been those my whole life.
To just be me and spend time with friends
That's what I wish most oh little star
I'm wishing for most from a far.
#fantasy  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics  #solonely 
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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Toss and Turn

Every night since you left

I curl up on the right side of the bed,

Your side.

Tucked tightly against the wall,

Burying myself in blankets,

Where I used to bury into your chest.

Hoping to catch a brief hint

Of your cologne.

Every morning,

Without fail,

I wake up on the left side,

My side.

Blankets hanging precariously over

The edge of the mattress.

The fitted sheet, pulled away.

I lose the same war

Each night.

Waking without you,

Sends shockwaves through every inch

Of exposed flesh as I reach for you

In the middle of the night,

My hand falls through

A deep nothingness,

And I realize

I'm alone

Again.

What I wouldn't give,

To reach out,

To find you

At arms reach.

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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Toss and Turn
Every night since you left
I curl up on the right side of the bed,
Your side.
Tucked tightly against the wall,
Burying myself in blankets,
Where I used to bury into your chest.
Hoping to catch a brief hint
Of your cologne.

Every morning,
Without fail,
I wake up on the left side,
My side.
Blankets hanging precariously over
The edge of the mattress.
The fitted sheet, pulled away.
I lose the same war
Each night.

Waking without you,
Sends shockwaves through every inch
Of exposed flesh as I reach for you
In the middle of the night,
My hand falls through
A deep nothingness,
And I realize
I'm alone
Again.

What I wouldn't give,
To reach out,
To find you
At arms reach.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #lyrics  #longdistancerelationship  #kane 
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Envy Gluttony Greed Lust Pride Sloth Wrath—You wake up to find that you are the embodiment of one (or all) of the seven deadly sins. What happens? Tag me! @jumotki :)
Written by B27321

Envy I Could be

PerHaps

Envious

Is

All

I am

UpSet

&

Tortured

By a

Dream

I Can

Never Have

So

I

Rest It

In

Your

Hands

After All

I am

Only

a Lone

Man

Do They

Strike Deep

To the

Marrow

These Words

I

Speak

Or

Just

Empty

Hollow

Speech

Envy

I Could

Be

#B27321

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Envy Gluttony Greed Lust Pride Sloth Wrath—You wake up to find that you are the embodiment of one (or all) of the seven deadly sins. What happens? Tag me! @jumotki :)
Written by B27321
Envy I Could be
PerHaps
Envious
Is
All
I am
UpSet
&
Tortured
By a
Dream
I Can
Never Have
So
I
Rest It
In
Your
Hands
After All
I am
Only
a Lone
Man
Do They
Strike Deep
To the
Marrow
These Words
I
Speak
Or
Just
Empty
Hollow
Speech
Envy
I Could
Be
#B27321
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #lyrics  #opinion 
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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Rushing to the finish line, for second place

I only write

At three AM

when the world is fast asleep

I only dance

Under moonless skies

Under a canopy of trees

Who I am

I do not know

But if there ever were a time

To love what I am

And who I will become,

Or to have your hand in mine

It's now.

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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Rushing to the finish line, for second place
I only write
At three AM
when the world is fast asleep

I only dance
Under moonless skies
Under a canopy of trees

Who I am
I do not know
But if there ever were a time

To love what I am
And who I will become,
Or to have your hand in mine

It's now.
#fiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #lyrics 
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To celebrate the release of my new book, I am inviting you all to participate in a contest. The concept: Explore a person's struggle to come to terms with a strange, sinister, or surreal reality. This is a broad theme to encourage you to be as creative as you choose. Flash and full length stories welcome in horror, fantasy, surreal, or any hybrid genres. The only rule: Prose fiction only. Three winners will be chosen, who will receive 2000, 1000, or 500 coins + a signed copy of my collection.
Written by B27321 in portal Fiction

Shepard of Man

As the

Sun

Rises

In This

Valley

of the

Damned

I Question

Why

None

of you

Stand

Great

Men

&

Noble

Houses

Warriors

of the

Land

You Leave

a Lonely

Shepard

Boy

to Go

Where

None

Dare

To Protect

the Sheep

That are

Man

#B27321

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To celebrate the release of my new book, I am inviting you all to participate in a contest. The concept: Explore a person's struggle to come to terms with a strange, sinister, or surreal reality. This is a broad theme to encourage you to be as creative as you choose. Flash and full length stories welcome in horror, fantasy, surreal, or any hybrid genres. The only rule: Prose fiction only. Three winners will be chosen, who will receive 2000, 1000, or 500 coins + a signed copy of my collection.
Written by B27321 in portal Fiction
Shepard of Man
As the
Sun
Rises
In This
Valley
of the
Damned
I Question
Why
None
of you
Stand
Great
Men
&
Noble
Houses
Warriors
of the
Land
You Leave
a Lonely
Shepard
Boy
to Go
Where
None
Dare
To Protect
the Sheep
That are
Man
#B27321
#fantasy  #adventure  #poetry  #mystery  #lyrics 
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Written by Crow in portal Music and Rap

Spring - Original Song

Hello everyone!

When I saw all the support I received for "Through Your Eyes" I wanted to write another song immediately but, unfortunately, I fell sick. For three days it felt as if I had been shot in the face and the days after that my voice failed me.

And because our dearest Harlequin Grim is such a lovely person he decided to, without my knowledge, record my terrible voice while I was in the midst of ranting about a video game. So trying to make the best of my sickness here are 40 seconds uncut noise of me getting unnecessarily angry at League of Legends - plus Harlequin laughing at me <3

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BwhkZ5o7T3LET1ZTa3RPbklXM0U/view?usp=sharing

(I swear my voice isn't this annoying normally.)

-

Now, the idea for this song is something I've been mulling over for a while. I love spring more than any other season and I have always wanted to write a sort of tribute for her. It took a while and several scraped projects but now, finally I have something worth sharing, I hope you all enjoy this more lighthearted song!

https://soundcloud.com/astridcrow/spring

Lyrics:

The sun doesn’t hide above the clouds anymore

Light has prevailed at last

Winter she left me with a cold heart

Maybe springs dance can thaw it apart

Waking from slumber

I hope that she slips

Makes this world bloom

from under her tips

She turns the earth up side down

Creatures are sprouting from the ground

I wish I could see her in all of her pride

Fly overhead and watch her stride

Waking from slumber

I hope that she slips

Makes this world bloom

from under her tips

I feel like a child when she’s around

Picking flowers, making a crown

The world doesn’t get much more then this

Wont she stay and lend another kiss

Who is that who I see in the distance?

It’s not spring's usual waltz

Alike other seasons she refuse goodbyes

I guess it’s time for another dance

Waking from slumber

She took her time

Made this world bloom

from under her shine

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Written by Crow in portal Music and Rap
Spring - Original Song
Hello everyone!
When I saw all the support I received for "Through Your Eyes" I wanted to write another song immediately but, unfortunately, I fell sick. For three days it felt as if I had been shot in the face and the days after that my voice failed me.

And because our dearest Harlequin Grim is such a lovely person he decided to, without my knowledge, record my terrible voice while I was in the midst of ranting about a video game. So trying to make the best of my sickness here are 40 seconds uncut noise of me getting unnecessarily angry at League of Legends - plus Harlequin laughing at me <3
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BwhkZ5o7T3LET1ZTa3RPbklXM0U/view?usp=sharing
(I swear my voice isn't this annoying normally.)
-
Now, the idea for this song is something I've been mulling over for a while. I love spring more than any other season and I have always wanted to write a sort of tribute for her. It took a while and several scraped projects but now, finally I have something worth sharing, I hope you all enjoy this more lighthearted song!

https://soundcloud.com/astridcrow/spring

Lyrics:
The sun doesn’t hide above the clouds anymore
Light has prevailed at last

Winter she left me with a cold heart
Maybe springs dance can thaw it apart

Waking from slumber
I hope that she slips
Makes this world bloom
from under her tips

She turns the earth up side down
Creatures are sprouting from the ground

I wish I could see her in all of her pride
Fly overhead and watch her stride

Waking from slumber
I hope that she slips
Makes this world bloom
from under her tips

I feel like a child when she’s around
Picking flowers, making a crown

The world doesn’t get much more then this
Wont she stay and lend another kiss

Who is that who I see in the distance?
It’s not spring's usual waltz
Alike other seasons she refuse goodbyes
I guess it’s time for another dance

Waking from slumber
She took her time
Made this world bloom
from under her shine
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Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Push Me [By Diary of Dreams, featuring Amelia Brightman]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dTcmxYl3cs

I find my myself sinking,

Drowning in the past.

What is the cause of pain?

And what is meant to last?

I sleep in your stories,

Hiding in the dark.

I have to calm down again-

Let me please feel safe at night.

Stop pushing me away!

I'm blinded and I'm lost,

Too many lines been crossed,

And you're a little late...

In the depth of this moment

You avoid the world outside.

In the heartbeat you know

That nothing is alright.

And nothing really matters

When everything collides.

And nothing really matters

When I stay behind the light.

Only for one of us

the burden ends here-

And I know you feel the same.

Every one of us

Knows how to end this,

But will you dare, or will you set me free?

Heal me before you break me.

Hear me before you break me!

Stop pushing me away!

I'm blinded and I'm lost,

Too many lines been crossed,

And you're a little late...

(You have no reason to forgive me.)

Time has never set things right.

And as I fail-

(And as I fail, I fail to let you go.)

I fail to let you go,

And you're a little late...

(I fail to let you go...)

And as I fail, I fail for you...

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Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Push Me [By Diary of Dreams, featuring Amelia Brightman]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dTcmxYl3cs

I find my myself sinking,
Drowning in the past.
What is the cause of pain?
And what is meant to last?

I sleep in your stories,
Hiding in the dark.
I have to calm down again-
Let me please feel safe at night.

Stop pushing me away!
I'm blinded and I'm lost,
Too many lines been crossed,
And you're a little late...

In the depth of this moment
You avoid the world outside.
In the heartbeat you know
That nothing is alright.

And nothing really matters
When everything collides.
And nothing really matters
When I stay behind the light.

Only for one of us
the burden ends here-
And I know you feel the same.
Every one of us
Knows how to end this,
But will you dare, or will you set me free?

Heal me before you break me.
Hear me before you break me!

Stop pushing me away!
I'm blinded and I'm lost,
Too many lines been crossed,
And you're a little late...

(You have no reason to forgive me.)
Time has never set things right.
And as I fail-
(And as I fail, I fail to let you go.)
I fail to let you go,
And you're a little late...
(I fail to let you go...)

And as I fail, I fail for you...
#poetry  #lyrics  #musicalinterlude 
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I didn't mean to hurt you

You wrote a letter

So I know that you did still care

I didn't mean to hurt you

But the way I acted, was never truly fair

I never meant for it to end up like this

With those tear stains on your pillow

I know it's hard to believe

I always meant to treat you right

My love for you was real

Those words, those moments

It's all how I did feel

I guess I just took it too far

At the end of the night

Remember that I'm sorry

I always loved you

And meant to treat you right

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Written by Rich_protection
I didn't mean to hurt you
You wrote a letter
So I know that you did still care
I didn't mean to hurt you
But the way I acted, was never truly fair

I never meant for it to end up like this
With those tear stains on your pillow
I know it's hard to believe
I always meant to treat you right

My love for you was real
Those words, those moments
It's all how I did feel
I guess I just took it too far

At the end of the night
Remember that I'm sorry
I always loved you
And meant to treat you right

#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #lyrics 
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