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LateBeing late was something that she had never been any good at. For twenty-seven punctual years she had made the point to be ten minutes early to wherever she had to be. But everyone has to be late at least once in their lives, and she was ten minutes late, which for her meant that she was twenty minutes late, and perhaps to those that are somehow always ten minutes late she was right on time or maybe even a little early.
She flashed her ticket at the bleary eyed man-who-looked-at-train-tickets-but-she-didn't-know-what-that-was-called and was impressed by the lack of humanity in a place where

CageShe's disappeared
And you don't know why.
You call her a stranger
But the truth is you never met her.
You never knew her heart.
You stopped her words,
With harlequin eyes,
So you saw forced smiles,
Locked and toothless,
That never reached her eyes.
You wonder why she's run away.
Did you really think that she would stay?
Judged. The subject of many whispers,
Stuck in a witless world,
That didn't like her.
She's not coming back.

NumbersHow old are you Grandad, she asked.
I said I was twenty-two.
She didn't believe me.
She was six.
With that pink hat she lost
In the town that's dead now,
That graveyard of the recession.

And on my centenary
I received correspondence
From her majesty
Who said I could start my birthdays again.
Don't be silly, she said.
Maybe she did believe me.

I dreaded the day that she would know.
Know that I had lied.
She wouldn't be six for very long
And that hat would get left behind.

How old are you Grandad, she asked.
I said I was seventy-eight.
Shouldn't you be thirty-four, she said.
No, but my hip is nearly five.

We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.

And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.

Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.

Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.

You may never

Death Will See You NowI'd like a holiday,
A pool in Dubai
Or a weekend in Paris.
Nothing fancy.
But you watch,
Someone will drown
Or choke on a baguette,
And I'll have to do some overtime.
No, I'm not a doctor,
These aren't healing hands,
Quite the opposite.
Do you know when you plan
To kick the bucket?
It's just I'd rather you made
An appointment.
I can pencil you in
For Saturday
At half past nine.
That's not too early for you is it?
No, you can't cancel.
But I assure you
A spring funeral
Is always lovely.

Your FriendGive me your troubles, your fears,
Your inner demons that are so near,
Come to me when tears fill your eyes,
Come to me when the sun never sets,
Here I stand by your side,
Never in front or behind,
Equal I'll stand and hear your heart,
Trust me, your friend.

DW: Recurring SentimentsLiving in the TARDIS is like a dream, and who hasn't wanted a good dream to last forever?

When we travel with the Doctor, everything changes. All the worries, the cares and tugs of the reality we left behind are neatly packed away to make room for the wonder.

Those hidden parts of ourselves know that the dream must end someday, but we can never let ourselves listen. It would break our hearts to listen.

And so, to ourselves and to him, we lie: "I'll never leave you."

But he knows better. He's lived too long, met too many of us. There are dozens upon dozens of empty rooms in the TARDIS – lived in, slept in, abandoned. Where did all tho

You think I don't care? D: -Nellis- "Nick," Ellis called from ahead, his hair in dripping golden strands. "I found the Saferoom!"
"What?" Nick's voice was faint through the pouring rain that splashed against the running mud.
"Just hurry up!" Ellis didn't wait for a reply, and he splashed forward towards the faded-red metal door. The hick yanked the heavy door open, leaving it ajar for Nick, and collapsed in a corner. A bolt of pain flared through his shin as he hissed through his teeth.
"That wound still sore?" Ellis heard the door slam after Nick's teasing remark, and guns clanged against the floor. He then heard him sigh. Nick kneeled down and studied the bullet wound

Miraculus contradictions"I see!" said the blind man to the deaf and mute woman, who replied, "no you dont!"
The blind man was about to reply when the man with no arms rapped his fist on the door. The blind man quickly crossed to room to open the door when his mute and deaf wife called, "come on in!" and the man with no arms did. Following close behind him was his wife, the steril woman with no reletives, and their sweet little child, who in turn had her fathers hands, and her mothers eyes. The blind man laughed and left the room to build the child a suprise, a little rocking horse that played only the blues. Meanwhile, the invisible man and woman walked in, greated

Old FriendMy hesitant grip is weakening,
as are the tethers of youth,
to a form in a state of constant change.
Twisting and contorting,
these changes impede me.
My grasp is failing-
I am no longer needed.
She spreads newly-discovered wings,
as we all must in the end,
to carry her down her own path.
Soaring with confidence
up and away,
taking part of me with her.

A MaskWish misfortune never followed me
I can't keep this act up much longer
I have to pretend it doesn't hurt and nothing's wrong
My mask is a beautiful smile and bright eyes
I go around helping everyone with their problems
And making their lives better
When mine is shit
I tell them everything is gonna be okay
When truly, nothing's gonna be alright
I hug them and comfort them when they cry and wail
While I suffer alone inside
No one knows of my sorrow
No one hears my cries
No one sees my tears
No one feels my pain
I'm gonna snap sooner or later
And everyone will see how much of a screw-up I really am
But not now, please not now
I

I wanna be invisibleSo you want me?
Doesn't surprise me.
Nowadays, lots of people want me
But it's only so they could hurt me
I'm so tired of getting hurt
I'm tired of people trying to hurt me and the ones I love
Especially of pretending that everything's okay
Putting a smile on my face, looking happy and beautiful
Like the perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife
I'm so damn tired of putting this mask on!
Wish only the ones I love and want could want me
Wish only they wanted to love me
Wish no one else wanted me
I wanna be invisible
I wanna hide somewhere no one would think to look
Stop bothering me!
Stop trying to hurt me!
I don't want a part of

Nyx Chapter 2 Nyx's memories haunted her, in the three years since that day her life had taken a turn for the worst, to put it lightly. The disgusting perfume of an old power plant reminded her of the one her father used to work at and laid siege to her nose every morning she woke up there. She had found a small area that was large enough for her and Nemo, protected from the weather, and had a soft bed of old newspapers in the corner. After dusting off her black clothes that had developed many holes over the years, she went to her job at a fast food restaurant. She was paid minimum wage, which paid for her food (Nemo found her own food) and once a year

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by ~inkandstardust, Apr 13, 2012, 3:01:30 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We are a blade and a bullet,
And we hurt in different ways.
Let's agree to disagree,
On my flaws, and on yours.
On occasion we were a storm
And more often than not
We rained on our parades.
But then we drowned in the dust,
In the ashes of quick remarks
And shades of misunderstanding.
I do not apologise, and nor should you,
For I am me and you are you
I wish you the very best,
And hope you remember me,
In the days of new black
And silly midnight secrets.

Woundby ~inkandstardust

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Another reject from my creative writing portfolio. The actual good poems will probably be posted once they have been marked.

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!SheepRanchSniper Jun 19, 2012

could you explain " in the days of new black,and silly midnight secrets" please

!SheepRanchSniper Jun 19, 2012

could you explain "in the days of new black,and silly nidnight secrets" please. Like the poem, but dont understand this reference that closes it

~inkandstardust Jun 19, 2012 General Artist

It's about a friendship gone wrong. It's asking for the friend to remember the good times when they think of each other.

!SheepRanchSniper Jun 19, 2012

I get ,that's what it is about in general. But what are the specific references to the lines I mentioned? Thanks

~inkandstardust Jun 20, 2012 General Artist

When myself and this friend were younger we went through a bit of an 'emo' phase. I still to this today wear a lot of black clothes but not in that style. But it's an inside joke, and the silly midnight secrets speaks for itself

!SheepRanchSniper Jun 19, 2012

explain the "days of new black,and silly midnight secrets" please.

~BlushingRose Apr 14, 2012

I really love this. I feel like it could be song lyrics? ~ it has that feel to me, anyway.

Keep writing - you're brilliant at it!

~inkandstardust Apr 14, 2012 General Artist

I just hugged my mom's iPad because of you. It's so lovely when people I don't know say such nice things, it makes you hope you can actually achieve something. Thank you!

~Shadowofthepen Apr 14, 2012

I love this poem, when I first saw the title I thought it was gonna be very angsty and hurting but the theme of acceptance of other's flaws is a very inspiring message. I wish I could write poetry as well as you <3

~inkandstardust Apr 14, 2012 General Artist

Thank you, that means a lot as I have a lot of trouble writing it. It's not something that I have a natural desire to write, I'd never written a poem until last November.

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