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Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.

They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.

Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.

SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?

The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?

Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.

There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.

Every one of us needs a helping hand,

ShynessEverybody knows that feeling
Looking at somebody half dreaming
Thinking about what it would be like
If the two of you were alike

We don't want to face rejection
Fearing that we worsen our self reflection
When we talk to them all we can do is stutter

Sometimes we just need a little courage
Everybody has courage no matter what their age

So whenever you're feeling shy
Don't just stand there and sigh
Remember that just 20 seconds is enough
Even if it's all just bluff

Believe in yourself
Cause when it comes to love
You are the only person that could beat yourself

A pencil

A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything

It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time

It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future

A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword

So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your w

A poem about loveLove consists out of pain
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain

Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising

None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems

Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams

LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.

Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.

You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.

Wish

Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.

We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.

What is art?

'Describe what you call art'
To me art is something from the heart.
It's an embodiment of a vision,
It's a display of ambition.

An artist's work is never done,
Cause to the artist the work is only part of the fun.
An artist tries to show his emotions,
While sometimes hiding his true motions.

They say the eyes are the gate to the soul,
That's why an artist will never look foul.
They guide people through a world only they see,
A world filled with mountains, miracles, oceans and land seas.

So whenever somebody asks me: 'What is art?'
I do not only answer: "Something straight from the heart,
It's everything we know and that which w

The illusion of realityIs this the real world we see?
Or is it just an illusion of reality?
Will death be the thing to set us free?
Or is that just a weird mentality?

Is life just an illusion?
Do we perhaps preserve things differently?
And is this all just a big delusion?

We want the people to think free
But can they be free if they need to follow the rules?
Can they break free,
Without being branded as fools?

If we want to know more
And learn the real truth
We have to venture in the unknown more

A wise man doesn't take the road everybody sees
A wise man travels off the road and leaves a track

AutisticYes I said it, I'm autistic
I'm not more then you and not less
I think the same as you, sometimes a bit simplistic
I even slightly like, that I must confess

Sometimes people say I'm retarded
I let them do it, I don't care
I might be the person who is disregarded
When I get insulted I only stare

I know the truth
I'm no different from anybody else
Though I might have had a different youth

I will never change
That's something I know for sure
I think that it would be quite strange

I will stick to who I am
We can change what we stand for, but not who we are

Monsters

As a kid we fear darkness
Fear the monsters that hide from us
The monsters that are cruel and heartless
Making our minds slowly become a mess

As a kid we hide from the things that frighten us
Yet we set out to find them that we must confess
That's when we find out the monsters are not real
A world without monsters, wouldn't that be ideal?

As we grow we start to fear the dark less
Sometimes we still fear the dark
That's something to which we must confess
And sometimes the dark creates in us a spark
We don't know why, and that sometimes gives us stress

When we get older and get mature,
We discover a horrible truth.
We stop lookin

SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.

Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.

Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.

The Journal, Chapter 1The days were slowly changing, as the cold started to set in.

Just a few kilometers from the sea there stood a lonely house on the top of a hill, it was surrounded by a forest and could only be accessed by a lonely road. At the back of the house there was a small path leading to a cliff at the sea.

The old wood of the house was cracking under the terrible weight it had to carry.

In one off the rooms, there was an old man laying in his bed, a woman sitting by his side.
The room which was usually filled with light and brimmed with life was now dark.

The man coughed and slowly spoke to the woman in a slow soft voice: ''It seems my time is

Artistic Revolution

Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age

Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing

As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom

That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land

Not always the endThe seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.

The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.

After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.

Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.

An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new st

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Through the looking glassIs this all real?
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?

Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?

The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long

Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past

Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we

Ridgeway castle (Pewdiepie's birthday gift)It was a dark and stormy night, the rain was pouring down on the old and long since abandoned houses of the small town of Ridgeway. Thunder was roaring high above the old woods just outside the small town, where at the side of the town an old 13th century castle stood lonely at the edge of the forest.

This rain was clattering on the windows and every drop of rain sounded like an old rusty hammer smashing down on the warm steel of a not yet finished sword or like the trunk of an old and long since forgotten oak tree smashing down on the ground after being disconnected from its roots by the vile axe of a lone lumberjack.

Through the hallways

I love youThrough the goodness that we know
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain

We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes

That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you

Beautiful day

Forget all the problems from the past,
Life sometimes just goes too fast.
Don't blink, because it can be over in a flash,
It might be fast, but don't do anything too rash.

The future will always be uncertain
It stands before you like a big dark curtain.
You will always carry the past with you
But don't let it turn you blue.

Follow your dreams and hopes
Don't get dragged down by some dopes
Just follow your own way
Even when all turns gray
You might not feel like doing that on a rainy day

But luckily for you
Today looks like it will be a beautiful day

TearsFeel the rain dripping on your face
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken

Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds

The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears

HouseYou see that old house up there?
Standing there up on that small hill
It's the one with that old rocking chair
When you look at it, do you feel a chill?

A chill running down your spine,
Striking you with a sense of fear.
The sight is something you can't define
But the sight alone will make your eyes tear.

The history behind the house is lost,
The people in town, do not yet know.
How the house had survived the frost.
Now there always sits a crow.

A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,
Guarding the house like it's owner did.
In the crow's eye is a small tear,
Looking where it's owner hid.

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Swamp Monster

by ~Koratoshisfriend, Aug 1, 2012, 2:29:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

In the murky waters of the swamp
Where the air is quite damp
Your heart will be stricken with fear
For the beast draws near

His eyes will gaze through your soul
If you stare at him too long he will take a high toll
He will rip the flesh from your bones
And then crush your bones using stones

His hind legs give him incredible speed
Just so you can become his feed
His wings are large
and leave his enemies in fear

Can somebody slay this mighty beast?
Without ending up as his feast?
Nobody will know
But I know I don't want him as a foe

Swamp Monsterby ~Koratoshisfriend

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~singitsister Aug 2, 2012

i realy like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and dont hate me but i dont really like... "And then crush your bones using stones" i just dont think it fits

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah I know the sentence put me off too, but some people do like it and it does give that feel of it being a horrific monster so I dunno

~singitsister Aug 3, 2012

true but i still just feel like it doesnt belong, but thats just me! very good though!

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you ^^

~Angelic1994Demon Aug 2, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

looks like a chimera from Full Metal Alechemist i love it. great drawing ^.^

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

then please check out

's page cause she was the one who made the picture, she's an amazing artist to say the least

~sen22 Aug 2, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I like it, especially the description in the first verse.

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

glad you like it

~link-zelda22 Aug 1, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

awesome and well written!

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