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The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.

Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.

As immature and juvenile at it may seem.

I'd have this one fantasy…

That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.

We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.

But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.

I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.

And attempt to…

Move objects with just will of my mind.

Completely alter my anatomical design.

Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.

Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.

Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.

The future of yesterdayI don't know about the future, so I look into the past.
But what was yesterday, and the day before? Time goes so fast.
Quicker and quicker the time flies, the future is the past.
I don't know where to look, all the impressions come so fast.

Where are we now? This is a future, it is a past, it's present day.
With all the things I think about, this I still cannot say.
Yesterday is in the past, but it wasn't long ago, it feels like today.
What the future brings, nobody knows. What was the past, we can say.

The future is like the past, and the past is like the future.
It is all knitted close into each other, it is like a suture.
For how

Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.

Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?

Are we just
pretending
the world is never
going to end?

Doomsday is coming.

We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?

Little by little
we're losing contact

and the world is coming to its end.

Poem: Hold OnHold On

I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside

You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us

I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
So goodbye
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us

You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymo

Scarlet PulpThump

Do you hear it?

Thump

It hammers against your chest.

Thump

Do you feel it?

Thump

It smacks against your breast.

Thump…

Thump…

Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.

Thump…

Thump…

Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.

Thump

Do you hear it?

Thump

Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.

Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower a

Because You Make Me HappyI write when I am happy
I write when I am sad
I write when I am angry
I write when I am glad
I write because I feel
And tonight I write for you
For you make me happier
Than any who have come before

Winter's HandWinter claws, and bites and kills,
And thinks, and talks, and whispers,
still
I am made of sunlight

Winter taunts, and laughs and threats
And sneers, and chants and second glance,
Yet
I exhale moonlight

Winter stands, to rise and fall,
It's time has come, its sorrow calls,
And sprinting takes away the cold
Brings light back to our sorrowed souls

Ablaze!Woman with fire in eye
Flame from heart ablaze
Living life without asking why?
Instinct driven, there in gaze.

Flame burns, flickers, smoulders
Tempered not with regret
Eyelashes fan this endless flame
Impossible to forget

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18th September2012

Virgin MaidenVirgin Maiden,
Ebony black hair cascading down her back,
Bright cerulean eyes lifted upwards,
Tall and slender,
Gentleness, grace and beauty in every movement,
Speaking only a hint of the soul’s splendor,
Long flowing blue gown she is clothed in,
With the white veil of purity as her mantle.

Thy glory is hidden from the world no longer!
For thy name has been magnified!

Oh Virgin spotless.
Arise!
Come into Heaven,
Take thy seat as Queen.
Do you hear the joyous shouts of the angels?
Do you hear the exalting cries of the saints?
They are all for thee,
Mother of God!

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

Summer NightsThe stars above dazzling and whirling,
as we play our insignificant games
The summer nights where our memories
soon take form and create hidden names

The things we created became so near
We sought to grasp at the moonlight
Our shadows dancing along with us
Maybe we will find dreams tonight

Let's forget the past of winter's words
and find the radiant truth of summer's song
To discover hidden realms of our desire
as we get caught up in the swaying throng

This is merely the beginning of the end
Time to seek the beauty of fleeting moments
Like the shooting stars flashing before us
we surround each other in passionate descents

Purs

Fire and WoodYou are elemental
Detrimental
Fire eating away at my resistance
You are passion
Without reason
A world without a season

I only ask that you bend for me
Just slightly
Give me a piece of you

You are distant
And dismissive
Yet always with a view
It is distorted
Like dying flies
In the bottom of your bourbon glass
You sass me
And I have nothing to compete
Against action movies and the TV

Look away
Just look at me
Tell me what you see
I am dying
Each and every day
You drain me of emotions
Just as you drain your drink
To the brink
I am past explosions
Your desires are for simplicity
And a bland existence
But when we

Die With MeDie with me in the morning haze
To make our beating hearts unite.
Die with me on the darkest days
As we bask in each other's light.
Die with me when the stars align
And all the world begins to cry.
Die with me as our souls entwine
When angels tears fall from the sky.
Die with me as time ticks away
Those resplendent twilight hours.
Die with me as the pine trees sway
In the fields of golden flowers.
Die with me as I hold you tight
So we may share our last goodnight.

Desire & DenialAnger has found its way into me again.

The thoughts twist in a mess of rage, agony, and sorrow.

Images blur in my mind and get mixed with a reality that doesn't exist.

The thoughts move with the music I listen to.

I was just listening to them but, they skip back and forth on one specific section;
a broken record.

My hands shake with anxiety as my hunger for a taste that I can't give increases when the moon shines upon my insanity.

The pain in my chest appears when hearing your voice, but is killed by the spike of reality pierces through.

All sound goes into a sound that doesn't reach my ears.

Hot tears feel like molten metal as they

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Memory's Pain

by ~Extranzia, Oct 28, 2012, 5:42:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Cut my chest open,
let me bleed.
Find my soul
and set it free.

Tears of red,
cries unheard.
Leave me be,
life's a blur.

Alone she treads
now forgotten,
mist in moonlight,
a mirror broken.

Find withered dreams
in torn up pages,
for death is gained
in memory's pain.

Memory's Painby ~Extranzia

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Written: 10/09/12
This poem is essentially about the damages that can arise from dwelling in the past. Through focusing on things gone, one loses the ability to appreciate the present and the hope of the future which becomes quite damaging to the persona, mind and so on.

I wasn't sure about this poem and I asked a few whether or not I should keep it but in the end I decided to take a stand for myself and have this poem remain present.

I used the traditional form of alliteration being the same vowel sounds in every other line in each stanza. It was a different style of writing since I prefer concrete rhyme as of late, so I would appreciate a comment with your opinion.

By the way, I am back. Writing has been more affluent in my life though my presence on the internet has not. I hope to try and post more when I can scratch the time together.

Edit: In the tops for Popular Literature! It's been a while.

Thanks all!
Edit: Top for 8 Hours on the front page! That's a first!

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~Recklys Nov 2, 2012 Student Writer

just amazing o__o

~Extranzia Nov 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Why thank you! Also, for the favourite~

~Pandor17 Oct 30, 2012 Student Artist

I can visualize this so perfectly!!! Her chest is slitted open and her soul pours out as a thick cloud of smoke, billowing up in rage and pain... Just wonderful

I can relate to this, since I've been really frustrated these days

~Extranzia Nov 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's a beautiful yet morose illustration, that's rad yet a tad scary that such things came to your mind through my writing. Just the power of words, eh?

Thank you for enjoying and leaving a comment, it means a lot!

~Pandor17 Nov 1, 2012 Student Artist

You're welcome!

~XxMidnight-SilencexX Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, it's unbelievable how easy it is to relate to this! It really reaches deep, and it's so beautifully put together - great job, I love it!

~Extranzia Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad that it struck a chord for you, that was my initial goal. Thank you~

~XxMidnight-SilencexX Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome, I'm definitely adding you to my watch list. ^^ Keep up the good work~

~Extranzia Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you again!

~theWitchofGrich Oct 29, 2012

beautiful!!!

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