Submissions by DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a growing poet, I appreciate whatever comments that anyone cares to give to help me grow.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Oct 2012 3:36am
6th Oct 2012 3:36am
Exile (Chapter 1)
Wrote this while cramming for exams (sorry for being away so long)
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The sky brushed against my skin as I watched the leaves twinkle against the murky water. Birds flew up into the cloudless sky before splashing into the sea. As i look up above, I see waves and swirls and shapeless things. On the way to such a weightless world, you would have to fly if you want to swim. From where I stood, the ground crumbled bit by bit, falling into a black abyss. The floating lands that chain themselves to a realm beyond such reach,...
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The sky brushed against my skin as I watched the leaves twinkle against the murky water. Birds flew up into the cloudless sky before splashing into the sea. As i look up above, I see waves and swirls and shapeless things. On the way to such a weightless world, you would have to fly if you want to swim. From where I stood, the ground crumbled bit by bit, falling into a black abyss. The floating lands that chain themselves to a realm beyond such reach,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 11:03am
19th Aug 2012 11:03am
Lost children
Oh little lost child,
Where oh where have you gone?
What had become of you,
When your imaginations had won?
Drifting and drifting,
Your mind, absent as well,
Maybe not so,
But what are you thinking? pray tell!
Starved of affection,
Treated like scum,
Left in a corner,
While they drown in rum.
Where are you going?
Little lost one,
When will your journey,
finally be done?
What are you looking for?
Will you be fine?
The way you are living...
Its not OK to lay your life on the...
Where oh where have you gone?
What had become of you,
When your imaginations had won?
Drifting and drifting,
Your mind, absent as well,
Maybe not so,
But what are you thinking? pray tell!
Starved of affection,
Treated like scum,
Left in a corner,
While they drown in rum.
Where are you going?
Little lost one,
When will your journey,
finally be done?
What are you looking for?
Will you be fine?
The way you are living...
Its not OK to lay your life on the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Aug 2012 7:13am
12th Aug 2012 7:13am
Premonition (Chapter 11)-P2-
My eyes fluttered open and fell shut almost at once. My eyelids felt so heavy and I found it hard to move at all. I moaned in discontent as my eyes tried to catch a glimpse of what was around me. Why was it so damn bright?! Where was I anyway? While I was still squinting, I could make out a dark figure hovering above me. I panicked and forced my unbelievably tired body to budge.
I managed to flip myself off my back but I moved so fast that it made me dizzy. To think i almost fainted cause of that...The next thing i knew, someone's hand was supporting me and i noticed that the hand...
I managed to flip myself off my back but I moved so fast that it made me dizzy. To think i almost fainted cause of that...The next thing i knew, someone's hand was supporting me and i noticed that the hand...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Aug 2012 4:46pm
11th Aug 2012 4:46pm
Premonition (Chapter 11)-P1-
Around late evening, it started to rain hard. Thunder roared and lightning streaked across the sky. It dampened everyone's spirits. It had been quite the eventful day and what everyone wanted was some peace and quiet. Skye cowered under his sheets as the scene in the classroom kept replaying in his head. Rogue, now traumatized was finally asleep with the help of a few (dozen) sleeping pills. Lucianna was enjoying her moment while Rogue was no longer in the lead. The headmistress paced back and forth in her office, deep in thought. Lancer, had begun packing. Enervant Lobelia was having a...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 12:27pm
9th Aug 2012 12:27pm
Day and Night
Of all the days we live and such,
The mornings are all a blur,
With baby blue hems with pretty white lace,
Which is blown away when the wind stirs.
The day is fickle, her and her gowns,
Which changes as her moods sweeten and sour,
From purples to blues to greys to reds,
Dost she toss around.
She twirls and turns around the room,
Until her round faced sister takes the stage,
Only one dress hath she to offer,
But infinitely more beautiful than her sister, Day.
Embedded with sparkly things,
Layers of translucent material hang...
The mornings are all a blur,
With baby blue hems with pretty white lace,
Which is blown away when the wind stirs.
The day is fickle, her and her gowns,
Which changes as her moods sweeten and sour,
From purples to blues to greys to reds,
Dost she toss around.
She twirls and turns around the room,
Until her round faced sister takes the stage,
Only one dress hath she to offer,
But infinitely more beautiful than her sister, Day.
Embedded with sparkly things,
Layers of translucent material hang...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 12:26pm
9th Aug 2012 12:26pm
16
What's so special,
About turning a year older?
Your problems are still there,
All you did was grow a little bolder.
What's so sweet about turning 16?
Your responsibilities bury you alive,
Put on them fake smiles, girls,
You'll need em to survive.
Presents and gifts,
Are they what you're waiting for?
Cars and perfumes,
New clothes galore,
Well sorry to burst your bubble,
Life isn't all spotlights and gems,
For those whom live in poverty,
Dreams are but famous brands.
I'm not calling them shallow,
Or calling...
About turning a year older?
Your problems are still there,
All you did was grow a little bolder.
What's so sweet about turning 16?
Your responsibilities bury you alive,
Put on them fake smiles, girls,
You'll need em to survive.
Presents and gifts,
Are they what you're waiting for?
Cars and perfumes,
New clothes galore,
Well sorry to burst your bubble,
Life isn't all spotlights and gems,
For those whom live in poverty,
Dreams are but famous brands.
I'm not calling them shallow,
Or calling...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 1:33pm
6th Aug 2012 1:33pm
They've Won...
This anger, it burns me,
Scorching every emotion,
Every fiber of my being,
Infecting and roting all.
Hatred rises to the surface,
Agony echoes in the halls,
Pain embedded in my voice,
Tears dissolve everything to dust.
Unwantedness,
It screams in my ear,
It taunts and mocks me,
Cursing my very existence.
It wounds me,
Searing itself into my flesh,
So i'll be reminded that no matter where i am,
Thats all i'll ever be.
This nightmare of mine,
That never stops,
Degrading my soul with each encounter,...
Scorching every emotion,
Every fiber of my being,
Infecting and roting all.
Hatred rises to the surface,
Agony echoes in the halls,
Pain embedded in my voice,
Tears dissolve everything to dust.
Unwantedness,
It screams in my ear,
It taunts and mocks me,
Cursing my very existence.
It wounds me,
Searing itself into my flesh,
So i'll be reminded that no matter where i am,
Thats all i'll ever be.
This nightmare of mine,
That never stops,
Degrading my soul with each encounter,...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 5:04pm
3rd Aug 2012 5:04pm
What Brought The Fire(Part 2)
-inspiration from Alice Madness Returns-
The Dollmaker,
The creator of that monstrosity,
Was killing Wonderland,
Leaving Alice full of fury.
The vorpal blade,
Served her quite well,
One by one,
Her enemies fell.
The journey,
Through the corruption and ruin,
Gave her strength,
Enough to face him.
The cause of her madness,
The cause of the fire,
Off with his head!
Death to the liar!
Back in London,
Where the Jabberwock was none,
Where nobody spoke of cabbages and kings,
Did Alice break into...
The Dollmaker,
The creator of that monstrosity,
Was killing Wonderland,
Leaving Alice full of fury.
The vorpal blade,
Served her quite well,
One by one,
Her enemies fell.
The journey,
Through the corruption and ruin,
Gave her strength,
Enough to face him.
The cause of her madness,
The cause of the fire,
Off with his head!
Death to the liar!
Back in London,
Where the Jabberwock was none,
Where nobody spoke of cabbages and kings,
Did Alice break into...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 8:21am
3rd Aug 2012 8:21am
Made By Monsters (Part 2)
Even in dreams, he knew no peace,
As the reservoirs of his memories were then released.
Every time he closed his eyes, it was always the same,
Them throwing stones as well as the blame.
Unable to die, he survived on his own,
From place to place was where he would roam.
But wherever he went, it was always the same,
They would all run, even the lame.
He never knew kindness, he never knew love,
Though once his heart was pure, white like a dove.
His soul was corrupted, twisted and crushed,
He had no use for empathy so he let it rust.
When death...
As the reservoirs of his memories were then released.
Every time he closed his eyes, it was always the same,
Them throwing stones as well as the blame.
Unable to die, he survived on his own,
From place to place was where he would roam.
But wherever he went, it was always the same,
They would all run, even the lame.
He never knew kindness, he never knew love,
Though once his heart was pure, white like a dove.
His soul was corrupted, twisted and crushed,
He had no use for empathy so he let it rust.
When death...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 8:15am
3rd Aug 2012 8:15am
Made By Monsters (Part 1)
This monstrous being that dwells within,
Enraged and wild, it killed its kin.
Its roar of pain echoes in my ears,
Of all the abuse it endured throughout the years.
At random times, i could see,
What had happened through the eyes of the beast.
Tears and blood run down my face,
A bitter memory it could not erase.
A scared and injured child just crying for help,
But instead, stones were thrown at him which made him yelp.
After the explosion, acid rain had come,
They left the little boy and decided to run.
Down on the ground and unable to move,...
Enraged and wild, it killed its kin.
Its roar of pain echoes in my ears,
Of all the abuse it endured throughout the years.
At random times, i could see,
What had happened through the eyes of the beast.
Tears and blood run down my face,
A bitter memory it could not erase.
A scared and injured child just crying for help,
But instead, stones were thrown at him which made him yelp.
After the explosion, acid rain had come,
They left the little boy and decided to run.
Down on the ground and unable to move,...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 4:45pm
1st Aug 2012 4:45pm
What Brought The Fire(Part 1)
-inspiration from Alice Madness Returns-
A storm of fire,
Floods through her veins,
Beams fell apart,
Leaving blood stains.
Screams and cries,
Fill the night air,
What's Alice to do?
Their fate, would she share?
Go Alice,
Run from the fire,
Through the ashes,
Before the flames get higher.
The only survivor,
All of them dead,
No where to go,
Was this all in her head?
Her mind is destroyed,
Wonderland's in ruins,
Couldn't accept their deaths,
The fire couldn't have done them in.
...
A storm of fire,
Floods through her veins,
Beams fell apart,
Leaving blood stains.
Screams and cries,
Fill the night air,
What's Alice to do?
Their fate, would she share?
Go Alice,
Run from the fire,
Through the ashes,
Before the flames get higher.
The only survivor,
All of them dead,
No where to go,
Was this all in her head?
Her mind is destroyed,
Wonderland's in ruins,
Couldn't accept their deaths,
The fire couldn't have done them in.
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Aug 2012 4:26pm
1st Aug 2012 4:26pm
Asphodel (30/7/12) -diary entry-
My diary's name is Asphodel. A flower that means 'My regrets follow you to the grave'. Just something random i thought i'd get up.
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I hate this...I hate how fingers are pointing to only my faults and some that aren't even mine. They curse me with eternal loneliness, unwantedness, failure and remind me that I am nothing but a burden. How does it feel to be cursed by the one that brought you into this forsaken world? Reminded that you don't have any friends and are forbidden to make any. of how pathetic you are when you...
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I hate this...I hate how fingers are pointing to only my faults and some that aren't even mine. They curse me with eternal loneliness, unwantedness, failure and remind me that I am nothing but a burden. How does it feel to be cursed by the one that brought you into this forsaken world? Reminded that you don't have any friends and are forbidden to make any. of how pathetic you are when you...
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