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The River's BalladSun be warm and melt the snow
And let the pent up waters flow,
Down the mountainside it goes
To quench the lands down far below

Seep the water through the stone
To caves where light has never shone,
Collect in pools in phony night
Then stream your course out to the light

Run the brook down mountain's face
In its lively fluid pace,
Flow along the stony walls
Fall in lovely waterfalls

Merge with others of your type
And share the mighty river's might,
Twist and bend now with the course
Long and strong far from your source

Sing along with gentle breeze
That rustles leaves of leafy trees,
Stir the voices of the stream
That sigh and whisper, ro
Midnight StormsHear the grumble of her wrath
As across the earth it flies
See her terrible fury flash
As it lights the darkened skies

Feel her anger in the wind
As it rips across the land
Smell her sadness cold and grim
Her tears so close at hand

Her storms roll slow far over head
As they hide the cheery sun
They fill the hearts of man with dread
His witty nerves undone

Her violent strikes precede her roar
White veins that shred the night
The power which they hold in store
Gives fear by horrid sight

With every strike her fury sounds
And it trembles through the earth
All life keeps low and to the ground
To evade the rumbling surge

Her unt
ConfusionHow can I make sense of
what I feel inside
when my emotions are stronger
than the ever pounding tide?

I know I feel something,
of that I am sure,
but is it just friendship?
Or is it something more?

I know not what love feels like
nor what gives it its spark,
I just know that it's treasured;
held close to the heart.

Yet a small voice inside me
has a mind all its own
and tells me I love you,
though I enjoy being alone.

I miss you a lot,
miss your laugh and your smile,
and I've noticed without you
I've been down for a while.

The world holds little excitement
without you here with me.
I miss your gentle encouragement,
your
Unrequited LoveSomethings aren't what they always seem.
Even if it's written plainly,
There's still more to it.
So much...more...

I can say all I want,
Even assure you in what I say,
But how do you know if it's really all true...
You do realize, this is just for you...

A promise is hard to keep.
Especially one made by myself.
Who can I turn to support me?
From breaking something of so much value...

Why is it that,
No-How is it that,
I can say so much of you. Admire you. Love you.
But you can barely say a truth of me...

A unrequited love can kill a person, you know.
Break them down, before allowing a single strand of hope...
To only be cru
TabooWhen I first met you...
you revealed your dark ideals.
Yet, others don't understand...
the way I truly understand you.

Your ideals are considered taboo.
You interest yourself in dark things...
like a cult performing dark magic...
under a black and sinister moon.

Your mind is dark and dirty...
to those who do not understand.
Yet you submerge yourself deeper...
into that deep dark taboo.

You search for one to understand you.
Yet, nobody chooses to listen to your taboo.
You're being forced down a long and dark tunnel...
one deeply full of darkness and hatred.

Yet, I am one of the few who understand you.
I understand your deep an
I will enchain in a cageI'll shut myself up in a cage
to stop killings
to that the calm
replaces the blood in the forest

I'll shut myself up in a cage
for that my pain and my anger
does not turn into a bloodbath

I'll shut myself up in a cage
because I love you
I do not want to lose you
once more

I'll shut myself up in a cage
to give me time
to find a mantra
to become a human

and loved,as in the past
before that this spell
transforms me into a wolf
at each full moon
Prelude To A Winter StormTook a sip of hot cocoa,
its dark velvety taste
lulls my senses -
   like a child's quilt
   at nighttime.

As my weary eyes gaze
   at the purple orange sunset sky,
chilly winds sing along  
with the crisp rustling croon
    of scattered leaves on the pavement.
Swirling, dancing -
    nostalgic of what they once were.

Ah, such wistful sight paints
    the prelude to a winter storm.
Misty dew, frosty nights -
    turning those weather-beaten hearts
    into fragile glass.

I emptied my cup -
    savoring, cherishing every drop.    
Bittersweet, persistent,
    lingering...
    enduring.

The warmth envel
Possessed...Place of darkest memory
Enshrouded tomb of lore
Lingering in darkness
The legend of Lenore

Here sat he who loved thee
Neath dust the salt of tears
Love still echoes faintly
Despite the passing years

Dark tomes on dusty shelves
Muddy prints upon the floor
Well meant the dire warning
The Raven's "Nevermore"

Sweet heaven bids me run
Pray and don't look back
Yet I sit upon his chair
Seeking what we lack

For I am imprisoned
In love forever more
I looked upon the portrait
"The legend of Lenore"
This Thing Called Love"This Thing Called Love"

It can't be found behind a shrub

It can't be found in the skies above

I've searched beyond the bars and clubs

For this crazy thing we call love

If you look before you leap

You may chew off more to reap

But if you take a chance that's deep

You may give your soul to keep

In the hands of someone you don't know

But watch this love now grow and grow

Like magic in the air with someone you care

More than life itself I dare to share

And once on track you can't take back

Nor lose slack between the cracks

Let yourself free to be what you see

And honesty will foster what you mean

If you lose before you gain

Con
Fall the Lovely DropsBeyond the mouth of Earth's stone gate
There fall the lovely drops
By the crystal depths I wait
As fall the lovely drops

The stone and dirt that meet my touch
Make fresh the weary soul
I have missed your soothing ways too much
And in darkness comfort grows

For there fall the lovely drops

Collect your beads upon my head
Let fall the lovely drops
Feel the steady life they shed
As fall the lovely drops

Deep within great treasures lie
For which others must venture forth
But none drawn more to by my eye
For the healing aura worth

So fall the lovely drops

Paint the cavern halls with fangs
Fall the lovely drops
Wash away all wea
To Be an ArtistTo be an artist is a thing
Not many can self-claim
To be an artist first must mean
A highly abstract brain

To see the world through an eye
Not as normal would thus seem
To see the world for what it is
And all that is in between

To shape a world not of this world
Yet so strikingly akin
To scrape old meaning from this world
So new meaning can begin

To break away from the normal flow
Shed light where it is not shown
To take the steps down darkened paths
To explore the vast unknown

To take a dream and give it life
Let imagination soar
To expend oneself to point break
And still expend out more

To pour one's heart into their wor
PainLet the tears fall back into my eyes
So they don't see how I feel inside

The place where all the pain resides
The womb?
The tomb?

My heart torn,
The blade to do it becoming worn

He may be the Mr. Wrong in my life
But every time I close my eyes
I'm his wife
In my nightmares, in my dreams
He's the only man I want to see

I wanted that baby
But it wouldn't have saved me
He said it was too early
Luckily for me
I wasn't a mother to-be

I never want to see you go
But in less than 2 years, you start a life of your own…
All I Can Write is 'I Love You'If I wanted to write about you
in flowery tones and eloquent phrases
that would make my audience puke,
I would describe you as a beauty with ivory skin and raven hair
and eyes too deep to even begin to comprehend the meaning behind them.
But all I can write is "I love you."

If I wanted to write about you
as if I was every big pop star since, well, ever,
and make my audience roll their eyes,
I would say that my love for you will last for all eternity
and that your eyes shine like the stars on a clear night.
But all I can write is "I love you."

If I wanted to write about you
as if I were Joss Whedon
and make my audience think of B
Hands of SteelLiquid thirst tugs my veins,
Like a poison, a poison inside,
Deep, deep within,
Within me, a monster lurks,
Deep, deep beneath,
Beneath me, an angel runs and hides,

A monster, his eyes made of stone,
His heart beats black,
His anger will always come back,
As his evil tears me flesh from bone,

An angel, her hands made of silk,
Her eyes shine white,
Her fear is always here, never to go away,
As her anguish leaves me in the fray,

Maybe somewhere, somehow,
Someone tried to show me the path,
But I ran astray,
Maybe someone tried to teach me,
But I didn't listen,
Now a battle of light and darkness lurks inside,
But who can win i
Back to Reality"Post-secondary education is the way to go"

"Scholarships/awards for those with a certain cut-off average"

"Man I've slacked off last semester"

"I'll work harder next semester/year"

"I don't know where I'm going after high school"

"Courses for next year will affect your choice of university programs"

"How am I going to pay for post-secondary school?"

"What programs should I take?"

"Will I get into the university of my choice?"

These thoughts have been haunting my mind;
A sign that I have to leave my past behind.

The future is fast approaching.

Does that mean I can't do anything about it?
NO.

I can do something about it!
I just
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The MessengerSoft he comes on silent wings
A shadow in the night
A tethered message thus he brings
To aid our shadowed plight

His journey long and grueling known
Hath not his heart deterred
Great strength and grit of spirit shown
This calloused messenger

Not day nor night hath fouled his race
Nor weather foul delayed
For steady be his iron pace
'Til destination made

There caution bends his iron nerves
To abscond all weary eyes
So from afar in stealth observes
Until the sun's demise

Within the darkened shadowed night
He skirts the city walls
His wings set soft in silent flight
To seek the wizened halls

There received in softest trade
The LibraryWelcome, strangers, to this shrine
Where scholars' quest begins
Come and feed your hungry minds
On the knowledge held within

Dissect the ancient histories
And from them know the past
Explore the mystic mysteries
Of worlds words have cast

Peer through time through ancient eyes
To times of wars and squalls
For whispers of the elders wise
Still echo through these halls

Wander wonders of fabled lands
That from the mind arose
Enact the deeds of foreign hands
In victories and woes

Give the knowledge you receive
Unto those yet to come
For bound you are here-by this creed
To pass this treasure on

And so now, strangers, fare you we
The Ancient WarTheir paws fell softly in the night
Beneath a quartered moon
Their calloused hearts trimmed for the fight
As they marched upon their doom

That which bore them to the fray
A feud of wings and paws
Bid wolf strength dare not to sway
Before the dragons claws

The dragons rose in silent flight
The skies of stars deplete
Their armor shone in quartered light
Above the wolven fleet

Earth and air by hatred old
Converged upon the field
The lives then claimed still left untold
As both refused to yield

The hearts of two that led the surge
Beyond all hatred stung
By drake and mate the wolves to scourge
To avenge their stolen son

A she-
Saga of the KrypsonHe spoke of legends from the past
The lessons from which meant to last
In shadows cast from fire's light
Did paint the canvas of the night

He spoke of ancient mystic lands
And told of deadly desert sands
He spoke of mountains and of seas
And murky forests full of trees

He whispered stories to his peers
That awoke within them ancient fears
He sang the tunes of ancient hymns
And danced to beats that pulsed within

He painted pictures in the stars
And in his flames their stories carved
He bore the legends into stone
For future seeds to know and grow

The Krypson now is all but gone
Though by the legends he lives on
For to us gav
The River's BalladSun be warm and melt the snow
And let the pent up waters flow,
Down the mountainside it goes
To quench the lands down far below

Seep the water through the stone
To caves where light has never shone,
Collect in pools in phony night
Then stream your course out to the light

Run the brook down mountain's face
In its lively fluid pace,
Flow along the stony walls
Fall in lovely waterfalls

Merge with others of your type
And share the mighty river's might,
Twist and bend now with the course
Long and strong far from your source

Sing along with gentle breeze
That rustles leaves of leafy trees,
Stir the voices of the stream
That sigh and whisper, ro
Midnight StormsHear the grumble of her wrath
As across the earth it flies
See her terrible fury flash
As it lights the darkened skies

Feel her anger in the wind
As it rips across the land
Smell her sadness cold and grim
Her tears so close at hand

Her storms roll slow far over head
As they hide the cheery sun
They fill the hearts of man with dread
His witty nerves undone

Her violent strikes precede her roar
White veins that shred the night
The power which they hold in store
Gives fear by horrid sight

With every strike her fury sounds
And it trembles through the earth
All life keeps low and to the ground
To evade the rumbling surge

Her unt

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The Color Within

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The clouds so dark do hide the sun
And the earth is cool and sad
The shadows upon the land shall run
Heavy hearts in sorrow clad

Yet in the saddened shadows bring
The pure and cleansing rain
Quench the seeds from which life springs
And wash away old pains

The stone who boasts that shabby shade
Who is calloused, cold, and dead
Whose ugly face by violence made
Fills many hearts with dread

But you weather well the force of time
To which all others bend
And those who dare delve deeper find
That beauty lies within

Alas, my color, my brightest star
No wonder you do not shine
Few else can see who you truly are
Few else have eyes like mine

Despite your dark, I see your light
I care not for your murky past
Between the extremists black and white
You are my fellow outcast
:iconkrypson:
This is my response to one of our recent prompts in :iconunabashed-words: which called for the description of the author's favorite color. After much due consideration, I came to the realization that I did not truly know my favorite color :XD: So I thought... and I thought... then I slept, snored, awoke the next day, and thought some more. And finally I came to this realization: the color that one loves the most most likely is the color that corresponds to who they are. And so I looked at my self and tried as best I could to unravel that twisted mystery.

And so, after a couple of days of endless brainstorming, I finally found my color; and it is without a moments hesitation or any feeling of regret that I proudly embrace the color grey as my own (just in case any of you were still wondering what color this piece describes :XD:).

Thanks to Oleander, leader of Unabashed Words, for the prompt and encouragement in the development of this piece :#1:. And thanks to anyone considerate enough to provide any constructive criticism towards my works :D.

Do enjoy it!

The Color Within © Me
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~FlippantMiki Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
LOVE! Love! love!

Love this!
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~Krypson Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh yeah, grey is soo awesome, I agree!!! :XD:
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~FlippantMiki Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:D One question, are you from Texas?
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~Krypson Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
No...uhh, no I am not..., why?
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~FlippantMiki Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
you, say ya'll alot, and I live in Texas, I just thought I'd ask, I'm a very curious soul. Not to mention fearless.
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~Krypson Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, I lived in the southeast quite a bit, mostly Alabama, then was raised in the Pacific countryside the rest of my life. I sort of acquired the taste for the dialect, you might say. :D
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~FlippantMiki Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hahaha, it is a wonderful dialect, isn't it? So easy to speak and understand not to mention how unique it is compared to that of others.
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~Krypson Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hehe, agreed!! :D
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~Liedy Feb 22, 2012
Oooh I like this! The last two segments are ****ing amazing! Brilliant work dude.
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~Krypson Feb 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Daww :D Thank you a ton! I am very happy you enjoyed it! Thanks for the feed back. ;) I really needed that.
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