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The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The l

Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.

Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wilde

Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy so
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?

Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?

Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and

Distant TravelAbsent.
Far away.
Travelling soul.
Home.

EmbraceSky Bridge -
Horizon's end
meets earth.

absentforever searching,
absent minded,
always alone.

BraveryBravery, some people say, isn't a thing that a lot of people have, and cowardice is what most of the population of this world thrive upon. Unfortunately, many people agree with this theory, which is just as disappointing as it is stupid and ignorant. Now who ever decided upon this opinion, I would like to wring your neck and leave you out in the sun to shrivel up and die - but that would take a whole lot of bravery, and according to you, bravery isn't something I have, is it? I think, if you decided that everyone else around you lacks all the bravery that you have then I think that really, it is you who is the coward. Because only a coward wo

Reminder"Why--why do you hate me?" he snapped brokenly. "I've never--never done anything to you. But you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"Really? Because I see the way you act around me--quiet and distant. You don't laugh when I'm in the room. But you're different with everyone else. When you can't see me, you're loud, happy... What did I do?" He seems defeated, slumping back.
She feels horrid.
"It's not really your fault," she says slowly, looking away. "I'm sorry. I like you. I really do."
"Then why?
She sighs.
"You remind me of someone. I loved them, but they're gone now. Sometimes, I look at you and I see their face. You'll say something and I hear their voice. I feel... guilty, I guess, for liking you. Things didn't end well between us."
He pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's fine. I needed to get over it anyway."
He nods, getting up to leave.
"Just so you know," he says, "I really like you, too."

The Real MonsterThis is it.
This power....
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
In
MY
hands.

Only
MY
hands.

I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.

However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
All I want is to bring change.
I ca

EmotionSometimes, one wonders about the very values and forgotten simplicity in human life.
Is it better, after all, to resign yourself and allow yourself to be captured or brought to your knees in struggle, rather than go on fighting against a superior force? How strong is the will of humankind, and the good qualities of kindness and decency when placed under threat? Will people help one another when struck by calamity? Will they stand up to it, fight against it, try and make something better of it and of themselves, or will they collapse under the pressure of it and cave in?
Does society crumble when something greater than themselves threatens to place stress in the matters of humans and the idleness of their lives? Do people go back to feeding their own needs, should something go wrong in all that they consider normality, ignorant of the sufferings of others and the greater intricacies of what makes a person human?
It’s strange, too, just looking at how taken humans are to arts and a

You're doing it wrong.I sat alone for hours before I saw her. Rising slowly next to me, the truth appeared.
First I helped her shaking off the remnants of tiny lies which remained attached to her body.
-You’re doing something wrong. - She then said in a soft and brittle voice.
Truest of the truths. Naked and raw. Lost and still hiding. I pulled her by her fragile and delicate hand. Sad body consumed by the monsters created by the ones to whom I’d spoken. But, unavoidably, she started slipping away once more.
The poor little thing clung to my arm contracting her week muscles. She tried and tried and tried.
I knew she would fall and disappear before my

EspinasCada vez que me pongo a pensar en lo que hice me siento... mal. Mis manos empiezan a temblar, y mi mirada se nubla poco a poco. Supongo que es el efecto del remordimiento, o quizás es mi mente tratando de asustarme; son emociones fuertes que, incluso a esta edad, no puedo soportar. Siempre intenté mostrarme fuerte, pero no pude. Mi cuerpo era más que suficiente, eso sí, pero mis ganas de seguir luchando siempre disminuían, siempre eran destruidas por alguien cuyas inseguridades, odios e inestabilidad mental eran mayores. Siempre me molestó, pero no hice nada al respecto por... ¿veinte añ

Halt and Reverse (Future to Past) Many eons away, our descendants rise to glory within their palaces that we once knew as a regular city. Historical buildings are torn down, their futuristic designs replacing them in a rigid and curved shape. Dark colors, or “sinful” colors as they call them, do not exist during their time. Only do bright colors, or “saint” colors, bring about a heavenly feel. Smiles are only plastered upon their faces, while saddened faces are forbidden and if seen, the individual is executed. This world is the definition of a utopian society and their motto is simple: “Forget the past, sadness is a disease and highly contagiou

Imagine A Hill And A ManYou see a man, probably in his late twenties. He's standing on a tall hill. More specifically, a precipice.

What's he doing up there?

This man was married. Emphasis on was.
His wife died weeks earlier, and he was in a deep hole that he could barely climb out of if he tried.

His thoughts lingers on her as he stood on that hill, a slight breeze blowing through his hair. He thinks he has nothing else to live for and he thinks of all of the things he's accomplished. And of how selfish he's been lately, and even throughout his life. He thinks of how he neglected some of his friends, and in some cases, completely abandoned them. The only things

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The girls response confused Sally, as Sally couldn't see how Apple juice could be better than Oran

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Myth

by ~NoAngelsLeft, Dec 14, 2009, 12:47:57 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

Locking wild things in cages never works out quite the way you hoped.

What you loved, of course, was the fact that she was so perfectly free, but by holding her to you, you took away her beauty, stripped her of her wings.
Pinned like a butterfly beneath your adoring gaze, she faded into greyscale, vibrancy disappearing behind bars of belonging, and you didn't understand.
But then, how could you? All you ever intended to do was love her, even though all she was capable of loving was the sky.
Just a child when you first saw her flying free, you stared at her in wonderment.
Love at first sight.
You grew into a man, and she grew more beautiful, and you dreamed of making her yours.
The day she landed on you finger, the beating of her wings matched that of your heart. You sang her a lullaby, and she went home with you that night.
Sitting with her legs crossed on the wooden floor, she watched helplessly as you built a cage around her, and from that day on, she never moved.
You never noticed the way her tears fell as stardust that night, or the way her wings tangled with the strings binding the cage, and she never told you, for the two of you didn't speak the same way.
The stardust turned to gold as you slept, and it crept up the bars, and when you woke, you saw an angel in a gilded cage, with eyes that couldn't see.
Years passed, until, one day, you realised she wasn't beautiful anymore, so you opened the door and called to her, but she never moved.
You carried the cage outside, untangled her wings, and sang to her, but she didn't wake.
You shed a tear, and walked inside, leaving her behind.
The seasons came and went, and you grew older still. The years, perhaps, were not particularly kind to you, imprisoning you inside your own cage, your aging body.
Eighty years had passed since you set out to make perfection yours, and at your funeral, an angel sang you a lullaby, and gave you eternal sleep, six feet under the stars.

Mythby ~NoAngelsLeft

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

It's about everyone, but one person in particular.
Locking wild things in cages never works out the way you hoped.
It's in philosophical, but I considered putting it in either romantic or fantasy. Still not sure quite where it belongs.
Not sure about the title.
Anyone with ideas is welcome to suggest them.

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~vhartley Jan 21, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

As one of the other commenters said, you really captured me with the line describing her beauty fading away. You create wonderful imagery throughout this piece, and that line, especially sends my mind soaring. Well written and a really interesting story.

~NoAngelsLeft Jan 21, 2010

Thank you, and thank you for the fave as well.

~vhartley Jan 22, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

You're welcome.

~Mute9 Dec 22, 2009 Student Writer

*blinks*

~NoAngelsLeft Dec 23, 2009

Why blinking?

~Mute9 Dec 23, 2009 Student Writer

I got kicked off the mecuter coz we started driving. I was going to say, "And you tell me my poetry/prose is good..." plus more that I forgot.

~NoAngelsLeft Dec 25, 2009

lol, thanks.
And yours is good. 'Tis far better than mine.

*Phyllipa Dec 15, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

'She isn't free to be beautiful' as a new title perhaps? Iuno I'm crap with pretty poetic titles ><
I loved this, you made it sound so beautiful, I am caught between empathising with her capturer and being angry :S But then I've kinda been in that situation before :S
I especially love: "Pinned like a butterfly beneath your adoring gaze, she faded into greyscale, vibrancy disappearing behind bars of belonging, and you didn't understand." It's a wonderful metaphor, and it reminds me of sunsets and photographs of sunsets, both are gorgeous but only one is magical.

~NoAngelsLeft Dec 15, 2009

Bound in Beauty?
Maybe?
I'm confuzzling myself.
thanks for faving it, I'm glad you liked it.

*Phyllipa Dec 15, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

That's good! You should def use that! You're welcome

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