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Silent BoyThere once was a child,
Who never spoke a word.
He never changed his face,
Never cried when he got hurt.

Those dearest to him stood away,
They didn't know what to do.
And since they treated him in silence,
Silence became the only thing he knew.

As the years passed and he grew
He still remained the same,
Never speaking to anyone
And for that, no one ever came.

He was always picked on,
Someone always had something to say;
Either 'you are dead inside',
Or 'your life is wasted away'.

Through all the insults, the words,
The bruises, and the pain,
He tolerated it all, turned away,
He remained silent, he never changed.

His life kept getting wor
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better
   
But purposely doing worse.
       
Toying with love by the tether
             
And laughing when it hurts.
                 
Prevailing by any measure
                   
With no intention to reimburse.
                         
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
                         
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
                             
To live a life of complete leisure
                             
And never keeping to your words.
                             
Manipulating and applying pressure
                               
Be
Train Rides and Book PagesHe never really did like trains. He looks up at the sky and sighs, waiting.

The light of the setting sun seeps in, dousing the red seats in a sort of golden glow. She picks up the book she was reading from the smooth wood of the table in front of her, bringing up her legs and settling into another comfortable position in the corner of her window seat, immersed in the brightly lit black words. Earphones trail down from under the brown locks framing her face, blocking the subdued rhythm of the wheels.

That rhythm gradually ebbs away before coming to a halt. A minute later, she vaguely registers somebody on the opposite side of the table set s
It's always your mindYou can never run from your own mind
It’s your mind that burns, cuts and kills you
Your mind was transformed into this hell
It’s your mind that is always giving you a bad review

From bullies, family or just walking down a long never-ending dark tunnel
You’ll never succeed
You feel so alone
So, you sit there to bleed

You wear smiles and laughs like shoes
For you love is undreamed of
You’re never alone
One day you’ll fly up and raise above
Take Me Away
Ever so prolonged the end,
From which Death had remained hidden.
Desired by disdainful causes
To no eye but the two of my own,
Have I seen the indentations of
Dark inclinations,
pounded in the nails of the coffin
That within, my heart shall one day reside.
Soon cannot come soon enough,
And my patience hangs dead
From the tree of this souls
Harbored injustices.
Dead Men Speak No LiesSee it in the remains
Those hollow eyes seem to cry
His bones cracked like his heart
and his soul torn to pieces
Screaming out to the world
But he has been silenced
He just wants to be heard
To speak his mind; The truth
His voice has been stolen
For reasons unknown
That is why he must speak
To tell his story; His life
If only he had his voice back
If only...If only...
I wish“ I wish”
Why is it so hard to say goodbye
To the things that are unknown to me
I pretend to grasp an edge on the things I wish I could be
I wish I was a better person
So I could be able to see
I wish I was smarter
So I could understand better
I wish I was stronger
So the words you spoke, couldn’t break me as easily
I wish I was so many things
That could make me a better person
So you wouldn’t have to deal with the actual me
So you don’t have to hear me stutter and say stupid things that I didn’t really mean
So you couldn’t have walked through the door as easily maybe you could have been stopped
I w
Disillusionmentis this a dream?
lost
here
in this fog
losing
this fight
because
I thought
there'd be so much more.
much more
to find
much more
to hold
much more
to love
to search
to dream
but here I am
holding on
am I standing alone?
here in the dark
here.
was I disillusioned?
was I looking
too far ahead?
is this reality,
or only dreams?
so set me down
I'm tired of spinning around
bring me out of this place
teach me
help me learn a new song.
Alone, but not Lonely.Alone, but not lonely
The typhlotic man perceived...
Not the world around him, but his entity.

"Truly..." he lamented,
"Only I may know my world entirely.
And for each man, their own sphere of understanding."

Inside those empty, gray orbs
There was a knowing,
A wizening.

Intelligent and reserved,
He was alone, but not lonely.

He was green and blue,
and dappled with quilt.
This, the only resounding memory of sight that remained.

Blue-green like a baby's blanket.
With little warm patterns of fleece.
These were his people.

Pulling a square of blue man from his pocket
He rubbed it between thumb and forefinger.

"Only I may know..."
He fum
Learning to Fly  Many people have dreams of flying, but how many have dreams where they have to learn? How many have dreams that happen in succession and yet they are years apart?
 In the first dream, I had wings. Beautiful, beautiful bird wings. A friend of mine had wings, as well. He launched into the sky and called for me to join him.
 But no matter how I tried, I could not so much as unfold my wings. I spent the entire dream standing there in a meadow, trying to make my wings work while my friend hovered above me.
 In the second dream, my friend had dropped down and was teaching me to fly. He explained it so many times. I still didn't understand. My
We are..Scars of emotion
colors of darkness,
pushed aside and
missunderstood,
we are viewed as 
emos.
Greatest grades
with glasses on,
teachers pet
suspenders on,
we are called 
nerds.
Amazing athletes
involved in every sport,
voted MVP
going down to the 
champion league,
we are admired as
the jocks.
Make up on
looked as the 
fashion star,
known by everybody
hated by many,
we call ourselves
the popular girls.
Every human viewed
differently,
treated differently
acts differently.
Yet,
We are all the same.
PandoraMichaelis
You Don't Need to UnderstandYou Don't Need to Understand, You Only Need to Listen

Some nights, the vacancy of sleep
grows nervous under your weight
and there is a whisper in the void.
It is not the wind, which has settled
in the deserts and the coastal crevices.
Rather it is the question itself,
murmuring, begging, crying,
howling in the immediacy of the dark.

Can you remember?

Remember when words smelled like pinecones,
names looked like endless holes in outer space,
and anger urged the nonsense
out of our throats with bombast.

Remember when we built sandcastles
around our voices, lowering the bridges
only for the worthy few, who could withstand
the otherwise
DesillusionOnce I was a soldier
Once I was a pacifist
Once I was a warrior
Now I know peace doesn't exist.

There will always be a battle
if it's not blood, then it's the gold
there will always be rivalry
For the love of your country
you shall be bold.

Once I had dreams, for a future
better than the past
Once I believed in a world spinning way too fast
Now I know your present, is the only thing that
counts.

And time slips trough my fingers
I would stop it if I could
but I learned to let it go because
I know I never would.

Once I was a dreamer
Once I was a child
Once I was a fool to think that
Life would be kind.
Falling angelsThere like angels fallen from the sky
nobody knows who they are
they only love rock and roll
they sing there song then they go
but they meen more to me
then anyone will ever see
there songs give me strenght
to hang on entill the end
their waving their wings and play on the guitare
smaches their drums like no one
her voice is hitting my heart
her love is making it beat
she did not know it always have been asleep
she did awake the beating inside
tamed it and showed it love
this song goes on and on
the feeling will never go or flow
it belongs to us
her song and the beating of my heart
She Holds The CradleShe holds it ever so softly,
With a face full of pain.
The cries that it lets out,
A reminder of her shame.
It's the evidence of what she's done,
The soiled prize her body won.
From the men who knew her dreams.
Cradled in her arms so tightly,
The rain runs down her cheeks in streams.

She rocks with it back and forth,
As if lulling it to sleep.
She wants to set it down,
But she's got promises to keep.
She looks down at the ground,
To avoid the stares.
Of strangers, the neighbors,
And people who care.
She wonders if he came too.
The boy she left,
For the men she knew.
At the thought she stops still
What did she lose?
For the price of her skil
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Diaries of a boy named Hate

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They always say everyone wants love.

So how come they don't think that's not the case for me?
Why do they point their fingers at me?
Why do they walk away?
Look down at me?
Spit at me?
Ignore me?
Avoid me?
Ditest me?
Despise me?

Why do they...




...hate me?
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They Call me Hate.

I am the personification of the misused and, ironically, hated word "hate".

I'm not necessarily a boy.
But my name is Hate.
And this is my diary.
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~Rowlingson39 Jan 26, 2013   General Artist
Hey sorry um you just submitted to :iconshareyourstories: could you resubmit this to Prose-Writing folder?
I'm leaving the featured folder for now
thanks. :)
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~wowurnotkidding Jan 26, 2013  Student General Artist
Oh. I apologize. At the time I wasn't able to submit to that folder.
I resubmitted.
You are very welcome. :D
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~Rowlingson39 Jan 26, 2013   General Artist
yeah, I just made the group and realised I hadn't opened folders, sorry for the confusion, it's completely my bad.

:)
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~wowurnotkidding Jan 26, 2013  Student General Artist
All good.
By the way, love your profile pic. Doctor Who forever! :D
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~Rowlingson39 Jan 26, 2013   General Artist
Thank you :)
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~wowurnotkidding Jan 26, 2013  Student General Artist
No prob. :D
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~InfinitI-LA-BoreD Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
How can you be Hate?? You're (based purely how you write and respond every time I talk to you) beautiful! I tell people about your Court Cases and the "I'm a man" picture. :cries: You can't be hate!

On other news, it's very well done.
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Mood: Joy ~wowurnotkidding Jan 5, 2013  Student General Artist
Thank you so much! I'm so flattered that you like what I do. :iconblushplz:
I'm thinking about making it a series. What do you think?
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~InfinitI-LA-BoreD Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Yes, but don't actually start feeling like Hate. There has been a drought of smart people in this world and you're like a freakin' oasis of smartiness.
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~wowurnotkidding Jan 5, 2013  Student General Artist
I don't feel like hate, deary. I feel loved and I'm happy. :)
but thanks for the warning.
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