Silence_Rains's profile
AGE:
29
LOC: Batavia, OH
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 13
LOC: Batavia, OH
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 13
I am an artist, for the most part, but tend to dabble in the affairs of poetry, and writing in general as a means to escape the harsh realities of the world… or, at times, to visit them entirely. I’m 27 and have been writing poetry since I was little. I read to friends but am too shy to stand up in front of a crowd to read. So that’s why I’m here. To stand up in front of a silent audience and get feedback from afar. I’ve never been able to write ‘happy’ poetry, or ‘love’ poetry, because it always comes out depressing and somewhat gruesome. So, I stick to the cold and lonely spectrum. I’m not a “cold and lonely” person at all, in fact, I have two beautiful baby boys that are my driving force to become a writer. I also intend on writing …
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"... My fingertips caressed the hilt of my sword, an erotic sensation that left me feeling complete; satisfied almost. The curve of each intricately carved detail; the dragon's face and its' perfectly carved orbital eyes with a cleft where the slit of the pupil might be, the wingtips smooth, yet forebodingly deadly; they called to me like a child to its' mother.I had no choice but to answer that call, for I could not neglect the need for vengence. This war was a necessary thing, and as I...
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Chaos turned his face up to The Light. He was aged and cold. Empty. Void of solid emotion with icy eyes that were neglected and apathetic. He lived his life walking amongst his demons and stepping on his boundaries. Sometimes, Chaos was lucid. Sometimes, Chaos found an inner peace that, though temporary, settled his inner fires. But then, Chaos would feel comfortable. His heart would beat, and his blood would flow through his veins, melting away the shards of ice that pierced his lonely heart...
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"...why must there be Chaos in Order?..." "...Chaos turned his face to the light. He was aged and cold. Empty. Void of solid emotion with icy eyes that were neglected and apathetic. He lived his life walking amongst his demons and stepping on his boundaries. Sometimes, Chaos was lucid. Sometimes, Chaos found an inner peace that, though temporary, settled his inner fires. But then, Chaos would feel comfortable. His heart would beat, and his blood would flow through his veins, melting away the ...
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"The only thing we have control over in life is choice."
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I walk along This path less taken Kick at the burdens That I have learnt to bear Decisions that are mine That no one dares to face But I’m still present There’s no escaping this tonight I use to dream here Use to sleep on emptiness That no one ever knew This gypsy walks in light Aura fades into you But I can’t seem to Catch this whim But you’re still there Lingering On the edge of my visions why can’t you why can’t you come to me? (chorus) take my hand take my soul hold on dear th...
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Fabulous! "...Let’s face it. Little kids are not that interesting. They are all the same awkward body type. They have the same blue eyes. They can’t burp by themselves. They can’t use a toilet. They can’t hold up their end of the conversation. Some cry more than others. Everyone says they’re beautiful, whether or not that’s the case. They all need constant attention. Few of them respond well to shaking..." The above has got to be my favorite line by far, especially the last senten...
This hit really close to home, as I am a single mother.. And reading this... My God, it just makes me wonder what I will have learned five years from now that could make me reflect back like that. It will probably be quite similar, lol. I think your word choices are amazing. They added to the dimensions of your character. Very good, I think.
"My mother, whose birthday we were celebrating, was 82 that year, her back hunched, her hair streaming back gray from her lined, pleasant face with its oversized glasses." -i absolutely adore this line. The description, for me, was perfect, and while reading it, I smiled in memory of my grandmother who died when i was nine. As for your story of Pandora and her box, Hope was actually the only thing kept inside the box. She closed the box before it escaped. i really enjoyed this piece. it has a...
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