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Among HeroesSo you, see. I must be free.
I write tonight, with a fight.
Please; but continue with sight.

Let me fly, let me soar,
Let me be more than blinded
By what is unfounded.

I am just here; to see
In this aquatic blue
To write and be here in this carefree

Sky so blue, reflected images scatter
Water ripples as I write
For what do scars matter?

They matter in their way.
Singing a different tune
Better than all the rest

Not even trying to be the best
Just trying to avoid the suffocation
Beneath anticipation

I am suffering under this agnostic mask. I am he who; with his sword swings it to the left and to the right. His enemy sliced in a peculiar Among Heroes by ~Contradictory55

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To Let You KnowTo everyone who can't stop themselves from caring
Who can't help but be hurt every time
They're made to feel like they're
invisible
I just wanted to let you know
If you peek out your window
And look out at the sky
Perhaps you'll realize
Somewhere out there
Is someone else doing just the same thing
Waiting for someone to notice them
For doing everything they can do
Just as you are.
Perhaps you'll find out
That under the immense sky
There's someone out there
Waiting to notice you.

But if you look out your window
And see only sky
I just wanted to let you know
It's okay to cry
And feel lost and alone,
Set adrift and apart.
You don't need to atoTo Let You Know by ~Contradictory55

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I am not one for pretty words I am not one for pretty words
For hidden meaning tied up with beauty.
No entanglements of double entendres,
No seductions of your mind.

I may exaggerate
Yet it is but truth in my eyes.
I may use the wrong words
But I will hope you still understand my meaning.
I may be blunt
But I am not given to cruelty.

Face-to-face insults,
But only if you can take them.
I will not hide who I am
Nor ask forgiveness for it either.
Perhaps I am strong because
I've never experienced loneliness
Perhaps I am strong because
I have.

Brash in my ignorant opinions
Trying to stop from ranting and raving
Hearing others and changing
Hopefully for the better.
ActionsI am not one for pretty words by ~Contradictory55

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SmileI'm no rapper
No physical scrapper
I'm a spoken word poet
Trying to let you know it
I've got rhyming style
Making a minute last a mile
Just to see you smile
It might take some time
But it's worth my while
Unbend your spine
Relax and let go
Overtake the flow
Don't fidget, midget
Don't fall, tall
Don't cry, fly
Don't sorrow
Here comes tomorrow
Flying on the wings of yesterday
Didn't I say
Smile
Make this poem
Worth my while?Smile by ~Contradictory55

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Fly'in High by ~HydraTamer

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Apparently...8/17/12
Dear Whoever~
   Apparently I’m schizophrenic.
   I was expecting this, to be truthful. Someday, I knew that someone would walk in and see me talking to him.
   Someone would see me talking to myself.
   Or, at least, I’m pretty sure it’s just me. I’m the only one who sees him, and he only talks to me. No one else has acknowledged him from day one. . .
   He’s always there. Walking behind me, sitting on my bed while I study, poking me in the side when I try not to laugh. He talks a lot. I don’t know how people deal with life without a constant commentary to make it more bearable, frankly.
   Schizophrenic or not, I owe my (relative) sanity to Sean.
   . . . My mom hired a therapist for me just recently. He makes me more angry than I have been in years.
   The stupid man keeps insisting Sean’s dead.Apparently... by ~hgfdsasdfgh

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starstruck.
shooting star,
swindling light,
she who reigns within the sky,
of solar curves and nimbus touch
ether glance and astral blush,
of cryptic inception an essence divine,
tonight she flies over me.

i wish i may, perhaps i might,
come and steal me away tonight.starstruck. by ~featherback

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Small, Small Town

There's more to life than my small, small town.
Yet so many times I've let it bring me down.
So many dreams are always in my mind.
I close my eyes remembering remarks that were unkind.

I can't help but wishing no one knew my name.
If only I could change from where I came.
Everyone thinks they really know you.
So much of it is never and not even true.

One day I will be in a big city.
I won't need their pity.
For now their view is so small.
For now I just have to get through it all... Small, Small Town by ~EnthusiasticArtist

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Open SkyI see a cloudy mist before me
Unraveled in its traveling fog
The road ahead is nothing but a haze.

In this obscurity, I see all abhorrent horrors
Here, in the center of this murkiness, is a mirror
I see myself and nothing but a fuzzy gray.

Yet far above this humble murky haze
There is an open sky; untouched by fuzzy greys.
High above; I see a luminous light.

I must stretch my wings and learn to fly.
Here I will touch this oh so open sky.
I will fly above the clouds and high, high, high!

Open Sky

by =Radiant-Intention

The story of a stormy path upon which all people try to walk, it brings to mind a touch of optimism, a remembrance that no matter how c...

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Letter I: The other half.To my supposed half:

You were my everything. My other half. The light in my day. Two made one. So, I had thought.

You didn't just break my heart. You ripped it out, still beating, and threw it into the ground. You spit on it. You stepped on it, over and over, until it burst into millions and millions of little pieces.

I was happy for you. Even with your new fire, it would never blaze as greatly as my own. Still you did not give the slightest of damn. I was left staring at the water, wondering who it was, who was truly looking back.

I can no longer fret. You earned your place out of my sight. Dare not to look at me, because I will simply w

Letter I: The other half.

by =Radiant-Intention

Emotional, brilliant, simplistic language, vivid imagery, personal yet relatable. It's angry, yet moving past that anger, questioning w...

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Expunge It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down t

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by *lantern-rose

The story itself is fascinating, but made all the more so because instead of using 'I' or 'she', you've put the reader into the story i...

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Where art thou? I couldn't help it. No longer could I squeeze my throat tighter, I already couldn't breathe. No longer could I blink carefully as I tried to save my mascara. It was no use. The pools brimming on my bottom lids became too much.
That was when I broke.
That was when every person in the classroom turned their head from the chalkboard to look at the origin of the strange, fetal sound that that had escaped my lips. It was too much. This was one of those moments when the teacher gave you a slight nod, and you knew you had permission to walk out of the r

Where art thou?

by ~thehiddenpath

This is just amazingly realistic. And while sweet, it's also a good beginning to something that could just become real. You've only put...

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~Contradictory55

Undefined by a single word.
Artist | Student | Literature

Canada

Why do you cry, child,
Why are your tears so black?
What do you cry for,
What is it you lack?

Whatever wish you ask,
I'll grant it.
Whatever hope you hold,
I'll fulfill it.
Whatever dream you dream,
I'll make it come true.

For you see, child,
I am you.
A poem to go along with the picture by ~hgfdsasdfgh The picture is the ID

A high school Filipino Canadian female, and a violent bookworm, I enjoy arguing about the most inconsequential things. Fantasy fiction is my favourite genre, as well as romance and comedy. I have read many mangas, and watched a few animes. That's pretty much it?

That wonderful picture up there is by the magnificent

Thank you so much you marvelous friend!

Current Residence: On a planet on an arm of the spiral galaxy the Milky Way
Favourite genre of music: Usually upbeat, or ones whose message I like
Favourite style of art: Expressive, simple, or amazingly detailed and looks effortless
MP3 player of choice: One that I am unable to break.
Personal Quote: Live life to the fullest, because tomorrow may not arrive.

Interests

Because I am a Fool

by ~Contradictory55, May 5, 2013, 9:54:55 AM
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2. Associate you with something random (song, colour, picture, whatever)...

3. Associate you to a character...

4. What I like about you...

5. Recommend your next meal...

6. Tell you my favorite deviation of yours...

7. Tell you what I'd do if we were in the same room...

8. If me and you were handcuffed together in a cop car, using only 3 word what would I say...

9. In return, you must post this in your journal

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