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Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.

Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.

When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken inst

RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?

Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears s

Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.

"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.

"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to

EternityThis is to the child I loved, the one I lost before I was meant to.
This is for the little girl who would have danced with me to the songs we were both meant to love.
This is for the angel who I was meant to have changed for, the little one whose heart was in my own.
This is for the girl who would have skipped to school, the baby who would have laughed.
This is for the song I couldn't sing, the poem I could never write.
This is for the moment in time that never existed, in a car that never moved.
This is for the second that could have been a lifetime, the forever that should have been ours.
This is for the darling who should have bee

A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?

Seeking Solace"There is no solace in tears."

It took a moment for her to realize, her tears frozen in place that there was someone else in the room. The broken girl with rivulets of gleaming diamonds dripping down her face stared at the floor. "Leave me alone." She said softly and sobbed into her hands, still as broken as she was before.

A soft sigh came from the boy who spoke. Yet, he didn't leave her alone.

"There is no solace in words."

She looked up from her book, her fingers moving along the words like they were treasured pieces of gold, each one more valuable than the next. Her tears blurred the words, words she needed to take her away to another

Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.

So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"

The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I

Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.

"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.

Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."

"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed

Online"I have a problem."

"You always were a worrier."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Not if it's going to worry me as well."

"That's precisely why you should know it."

"I really think I'll pass."

"But-"

"No."

"…"

"Thank you."

"But…this time it's a really big deal."

"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"

"What did you think the first time you met me?"

"That's not a problem, that's a question."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"

"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"

"Shut it, smart ass."

"Then answer the q

Unbreakable"Hello."

"Do I know you?"

"You don't sing anymore."

"I'm..."

"It's just that I noticed. You don't sing anymore."

"I…have nothing left to sing about."

"Why?"

"Because I'm just a broken voice since he has gone."

"You are not a broken voice."

"You don't understand-"

"Your music sings through your bones. Don't give someone the power to take it away."

"But it hurts to sing."

"Your music saves you from falling. Don't push your savior away."

"I cannot…not anymore."

"Your music makes you into the beautiful girl with eyes that make us smile. Don't let your gift fail you."

"Please…stop."

"Your music, your voice is who you

Death"Do you fear death?"

The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours."

"Do you fear death?"

A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno

My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;
And I shall tell what you want to hear...

It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the

ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui

Vengeance"What did she say this time?"

"How did you-"

"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."

"…"

"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."

"She…said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."

"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."

"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."

"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"

"What?"

"They did it

What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ring
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.

Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.

Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.

Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.

Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation

Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were c

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by *UntamedUnwanted, Jul 26, 2011, 12:08:30 PM
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"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.

The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.

"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.

She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.

"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."

The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little raindrops, which didn't quite know their way.

"Victory is when your world is breaking apart, but you stand up and look at the broken mirror before you and smile anyway. It's when you find your inner strength… it is your own gateway to victory, leaving behind everything that has ever broken you."

Finally, the girl spoke, her rain stained voice lifting only a little. "I cannot find any strength to face anything anymore. How will I ever find victory?"

The boy with the stormy eyes gently took her chin in his hand, making her look at him when he spoke this time. "Then I will be your strength. And together, we'll build you the strongest gateway ever."

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~SweetsAndCharades Feb 15, 2013

Aww... Beautiful

~Ariipa Oct 6, 2011

This so so ... I can't find the words, painful in a way, glorious!. .. I can't stop reading, I usually don't read things on deviant.

~KuraiKaNinja Aug 27, 2011 Student General Artist

then my family is very victorious... or maybe a little messed up. either way, i can really relate to this. THANK YOU!!

*UntamedUnwanted Aug 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for reading this!

~Addicted2Manga Aug 21, 2011

oh god,
this brought back the most painful memories
but it's so beautiful
I can't help but love it through all the pain and tears
it's amazing
you are amazing

*UntamedUnwanted Aug 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You are much much too kind. Thank you!

~Addicted2Manga Aug 22, 2011

not a problem, darling
it's beautiful

~wickdgrl14 Aug 11, 2011 Student General Artist

wow, truly inspiring!

*UntamedUnwanted Aug 11, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~wickdgrl14 Aug 19, 2011 Student General Artist

ur welcome

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