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Your PathA little bit sad,
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.

"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.

But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just tYour Path by ~MorganWolfram

She falls for beastsRuthless winds and raging seas
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up cheaply
Not being much soul of an unpleasant preacher
Yet he is a creature
And to bear my dear lush of torture
Yes, he's my creatureShe falls for beasts by ~MorganWolfram

To a Mouse - Traditional Scottish Verse by =printsILike

Jokers PoemBats rip at my soul,
My mind loses control,
Smiles fill my mind,
Scars make me confined.

My painted face masks my pain,
My greenish hair hides all my shame.
For now my life is full of death,
I long to hear each and every last breath.

I wait for the Batman to appear,
And make me smile from ear to ear,
And as my scars form a Chelsea grin,
He makes me feel like the greatest sin.

The dark knight is my only goal,
Because he knows the rip in my soul,
He always makes me lose control,
‘Cuz our love will never get old.Jokers Poem by ~ShadowedZodiac

vomitPaul -bemused and inexplicably mortified after the event of which he still bore the stubborn stains on his clothes- remembered that awkward, unnaturally childlike, constantly trembling and blank faced classmate of his, who had very tactlessly been nicknamed 'vomit'.

Poking ruthless fun at Vomit was everyone's guilty pleasure, but Paul was a sort of silent misfit fringe-monkey type in the school environment, and openly but not loudly objected to the common practice while keeping a safe compassionate distance. In the hidden depths of his shaky adolescent soul Paul feared that Vomit was contagious and that due to his lack of any firmvomit by ~phoebeplupp

cosmonaut fishbowlPerhaps the one thing Patrick Shore could do well enough in his life was to run. He would lower his head -whether it be with helplessness, determination, humility or a mystical greatness, or all at once, it was difficult to pin down- and barely looking he would take himself where he had been seen running before, but he never noticed whether he was noticed, except for the occasion when he would pass Andrea Storm, a divinely cold cryptic creature with a permanent sound cloud around her head and a half dark bitter haze of premature sophistication in her eyes.
Andrea's eyelashes stuck together of too much mascara, she would grit her teeth painfcosmonaut fishbowl by ~phoebeplupp

chromatopoeiccypress green water
and whirlpools of blinking diamonds
white stepping stones
delineating dark falls
wholesome deep secretive
assertive silent negatives of the sky

the eyes to the surface
an unseen messenger bird seeks to meet
the simplest, the most earnest, the most concise description
-the afterimage of destiny
an imperfect chromatopoeic liberty.

the passage always stumbles on the same obstacle
the mother of all illusions:

a face still extraordinary from the evening
yet to be diligently tamed
but not entirely rid of the inevitable teasing loose end,
a yellow airthin whimsical branchromatopoeic by ~phoebeplupp

Wholock-Fanfiction: Mind palace by ~KagamiSuki

50 Shades of Grey, My Opinions"50 Shades of Grey" by EL James
My Opinions
This book was first brought to my first attention when I was visiting a friend at their flat, he had asked me if I knew what it was and I had said no. He told me it was 'my sort of thing' and that it was about a dominating character. I said I would take a look at it but I didn't really have any attention to but that wasn't until I noticed a lot of other people talking about it and I found out why it was such a storm. I was in ASDA the other day and I saw the book and it was like it was shouting at me to buy it. So I did. I bought the book of Wednesday and read it at night and finished it early on Friday night and it felt me feeling…different is the only word I can use to describe at the moment.
There are a lot of opinions on this book but I feel most of them are not very…professional if you know what I mean and I thought it would be good for people to hear a young person's thoughts on the book.
Here we go.
To begin 50 Shades of Grey, My Opinions by *VelvetRedBullet

When I was an islandThe few steadfast truths
I know are slowly eroded.
I know I have to have been an island;

Above is death
below is life
around us the sea.

The sky implodes some days
-bloodless iconinc bastard!
Then a waning self-righteous light
is born, a broken creature:
it hovers along appallingly parallel and close to the ground
frantically inward
disabled and slow
like a defused indecisive firecracker
it teethers on the edge
of greatness and fallacy-
a true sickness, an unbearable hate
rattles its thin linear circus of brittle bones
-the disjointed blinking bones of flight.

As if being somebody wasn't vague enough already!

Above isWhen I was an island by ~phoebeplupp

Let the Debate Begin, Twilight FeatureWell I needed to do something to be rid of the last blog as I felt that large rant had its course, well me and my mum were watching TV and New Moon was on so we decided to watch it, and personally for me New Moon is the best movie. My friends are gonna hate me for doing this feature but hey, everyones divided so feel free to rant about how much you love or hate Twilight, I used to be a TwiHard fan but not anymore, I think its alright.

:thuLet the Debate Begin, Twilight Feature by *VelvetRedBullet

auld lang syne firgottenFir auld acquaintance lang syne firgotten
Fir auld dreams lang syne left tae drift upon the ocean,
Days haiv came and gone syne then, casting yir mynd tae the morrow
Tae paint new dreams acroass the nou blackened skye O' hys minde.

Wae pen andd paper yea write O' days auld lang syne past sae romantically
Fir mony a lad and lass tae speak O' lang syne ye're deid 'nd burried wae yir dreams,
Wae but those yea hold dear tae ken their hidden tales O lang syne past
Tae one day be firgot, never tae return tae minde.

We hae run about our days, emotions flying in the wind tae give a tale or two
Tae entertain a friend or lover O' dreams syne gauld lang syne firgotten by ~KM-Rasco

The return of the Caledonia heartThe return of the Caledonia heart

The stars slow dance in her eyes in the midnight sky
In her paradise of silence with only the sound of waves,
The lochs waters flowing against her ankles in a rythmic tune
The water was as cold as death, as Caledonia called her daughter home.

The sky has never looked so wholesome to that daughter
The air fills your lungs with ice, that refreshes your spirit,
Caledonia's magic lingers around her, dancing in the wind
The beauty thats all around that loch captivate the return daughter.

There is a sound in the wind, bagpipes, pipes and fiddles are in the air
The smell of kippers, roast angus beef and CrThe return of the Caledonia heart by ~KM-Rasco

The UriskThe Urisk

Upon nights fall, when not even a mouse stirs
After the years harvest around the farms,
A creature whom normally remains hidden amongst the burns
That is when the Urisk does his charm.

He seeks milk,cream and odd bits of meat
Willing to do tasks around the farm for his treat,
for such a small hob, barely above your knee
The are capable of such wonderous feats.

He will clean, cook and look after the farm for the treat
Dressed in his dark blue tartan and a blue bonnet with small walking stick,
Every farm house in scotland had a small chair for the Urisk
it sat next to the warm fire and never sat on by mortals.

So leave soThe Urisk by ~KM-Rasco

The Kelpie by ~KM-Rasco

The Boobrie by ~KM-Rasco

The WulverThe Wulver

Upon a place where many summer dreams are born
There sat upon a stone is a creature with only it's thoughts,
It's place of refuge, a beach in the shetlands with waters of navy blue
Sat upon the stone alone bar his thoughts, fishing with his rod.

Such a lonely creature like a shooting star left to wonder
The sun glistens of his large oval eyes that could melt a humans soul,
On his way back to his home of solitude like a star in the ocean of blackness
He leaves a part of his days catch upon a sick womens windowsill with not a second thought.

In his place of solitude, visions of days gone by pass before his eyes
Memories hauThe Wulver by ~KM-Rasco

The Wirry-coweThe Wirry-cowe

Your place of refuge can haunt your very soul
Your possessions litter it's interior with matching shades,
It's rooms filled with memories of days gone by
To be filled with memories anew by you.

The music that once resonated of the walls
Would tell such wondrous tales if you could listen for but a momment,
But even the most wondrous place has hidden tales
The dream house you once thought it was may even contain a creature or two.

The night arrives over your home and the land has become silent
Not a creature in sight, not a sound to be heard just the unease of silence,
Your ears able to pick up the thumping of your ownThe Wirry-cowe by ~KM-Rasco

The shellycoatThe shellycoat

Upon a rivers bank you walk, The navy blue waters reflecting the nights light
The once lush green forest is now but a shadow in the background, dead if you will,
You should be carefull not to over stay your welcome upon the rivers and burns of scotland
For upon them lives a creature whom will trick you like a jester.

Upon it's bank you may rest if you fear not of this creature
where it will lays in wait to teach you for your arrogance,
Maybe you'll hear someone drowing or of a maiden fair as the mist befouls your eyes
You may drown or you may fall but the sounds you once heard will become a moon at sun rise.

Children fThe shellycoat by ~KM-Rasco

The PechThe Pech

There is a creature, no taller than your knee
He lives in the highlands of Scotland, hidden within trees,
Compared to the giants who pass through the forest in which they reside
They are but mice and rarely communicate with those giants.

In those beautiful gardens of green the Pechs remain hidden
With there tartan kilts and little huts made out of the trees,
There children watching the giants they hide from with awe
building under ground cities of great beauty just to remain unknown.

They dress in clothes mainly of green except for there tartan
They have an extended nose like that of a witch with little gnome hats,
there cThe Pech by ~KM-Rasco

sbc Chapter 4: New FacesMonday morning came with the usual feelings of dread and despair. Despair is a strong word, I know, but if you had to go into a class full of people you didn’t like and explain you didn’t have your assessment work to a lecturer who was about to snap, you’d have known the feeling of despair too.
            When I explained to Adrian, my lecturer, that I didn’t have his photos, he just gave that same disappointed look and told me to take a seat.
            I hated when he did that – Adrian was good guy. He was practically my hero. His photography was amazing – he was only twenty five and everything I wanted to be – so when he gave me that look it really made my blood boil with self-resentment.
            I just wanted to be as good as him. If not, better.
  &sbc Chapter 4: New Faces by ~Ero-Kage

sBc Chapter 3: PrevaricationThe night came and I found myself hanging out in my brother’s room, as was my routine after college. Lee was so absorbed in his video games that he was hardly paying any attention to me as I flicked through the studio shots on my camera. My photos for the coming assessment were pretty good.
And that was the problem – good wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted to be exceptional. I wanted to be that one student everyone else hated. I had the technical camera skill and the digital editing skill but I just needed the inspiration – the spark – to drive those skills towards something.
Click, click, click.
Nothing stood out as that one amazing picture. I didn’t want to submit work that I wasn’t happy with so it looked as though this would be another late assessment…
“You okay?”
Lee’s voice rang out through the sound of gunfire and shouting, explosions and death. He sure loved his FsBc Chapter 3: Prevarication by ~Ero-Kage

sBc Chapter 2: First EncounterMy heart almost leapt from my body as the sudden numbing pain of impact rocketed through me like ice shattering. Whoever had just crashed into me had hit hard. I managed to keep my footing, though I wasn’t just seeing stars – I was seeing planets and comets as well. The offending party however wasn’t so lucky.
It took a second for the reality to sink in. As I came to, I grabbed my camera, swiftly checking it for any damage and, when I saw there was none, I lowered my eyes to the assailant at my feet.
The guy who’d crumpled at our impact was sitting there, rubbing his nose, surrounded by a confetti of scattered books. As he removed his hand, I noticed a bit of blood on his hand but there was none visible on his face. He had a surfer’s tan, jet black hair with some blonde flashes through the fringe and, like me; he was another little emo kid. I gathered that from his long fringe coupled with his short but spiky hair, his tight grey jeans and his white hsBc Chapter 2: First Encounter by ~Ero-Kage

sBc Chapter 1: My AnimusOctober can sometimes be unforgiving, especially in Scotland and yet the day I met my match it was strangely warm. As I recall it was a lonely day for me; nothing new. I was the class loner and that was by my own choice.
I was never one for socializing. Friends come and go and they backstab and they cheat. Solitude was the only friend I needed.
Classes at Kilmarnock F.E College slowly ground to a close and finally I could leave. Not a single goodbye was spoken to anyone.
Earlier that day I’d been told that if my sketchy attendance and terrible timekeeping didn’t improve I would be withdrawn from the photography course. I had a lot on my mind.
You’re probably wondering who I am, right? My name’s Gavin; Gavin Ashmore. Nineteen years young and ready to take on the world, one vodka at a time. At least, that’s what I thought back then.
With my rucksack slung loosely over one shoulder and my camera strapped around my neck firmly, I scuffed my way to the colsBc Chapter 1: My Animus by ~Ero-Kage

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