AllThatRemains• Show poetry

My books:
Confessions of a Hypocrite - complete
Sentiments of a Hypochondriac - in progress

Do me a favour, would you? Go here and click the eggs.
Thanks.

an apology sketched from a prodigal daughter's eyes - {hm}
an explanation in 1,000 words or less - {bronze}
Attack of the Chibis - {bronze}{hm}
au revoir. - {hm}
betrayed— - {silver}
blurred colours - {hm}{hm}
conflation of fission - {bronze}
continuation - {silver}
cracked; - {gold}{gold}
Dance in the Dark - {silver}
deceived - {gold}{hm}
Duet (collaboration with Nickelspring) - {hm}
exercising in futility - {hm}
Fantastic - {hm}
flight— - {silver}
fossilise - {silver}
fractured moments - {hm}
happily ever after doesn't always last that long, but at least death is a hopeless romantic - {gold}
history in a glass; - {gold}
& I didn't know I was your marionette - {silver}
imagined-- - {bronze}
& I never thought I'd hear the word "forever" - {gold}{bronze}
inhale; {gold}{gold}
insignificance in the eyes of a stranger - {silver}
Legend - {hm}
pale yellow - {bronze}
Phantasm - {bronze}{hm}
Separate - {hm}
solitude— - {hm}
split - {bronze}
strangled umbilical - {gold}
strung. - {silver}
Tea - {hm}{hm}
& the synonym for "sisterhood" is written in your name - {gold}
time's up. - {silver}{bronze}
unceasing— mostly - {hm}
Untitled - {hm}
unveiled, i am just a wisp of stale smoke. - {gold}
we can live like jack & sally if we want. - {gold}{bronze}{hm}

AP Family:
Rashida— Sister (I'm the crazy one. Heeheehee.)
blackberry— Sister (in real life! Woot!)
The Reaper's Angel— Owner (while in cat form)
julia.— The crazy cat lady who lives down the street and scares all the kids

hello. well. about me, i suppose. well, for one thing, i don't normally type like this; i'm a fan of capitalisation and whatnot. but right now i'm feeling... something, so i'm choosing not to do so. i'll probably change my mind halfway through.

first and foremost, i am a Christian. i'm not the best at sharing it sometimes, and i'm not sure if it always shines through in my poetry, but i'm trying to work on that.

i am young, i suppose, but i hope that my lack of years does not translate into lack of skill. although really, don't read some of my earlier pieces; they really aren't that good. lol.

i didn't even particularly want to join, didn't think i could write poetry; my sister, broken-colours (now blackberry), prodded me into joining at all, and then prodded me again into uploading. she is amazingness and is far better than me at this, but won't admit it because she's stubborn and won't admit that she's brilliance in Time Lady form.

God and my family are my life, and i consider several of my friends family. (I love you guys. <3<3<3)

i am going to leap to my own defence and say that, despite what any part of my poetry may tell you, i am not your typical lovesick teenaged girl. i'm not lovesick, for one thing. i've been there and i don't like it, and i don't plan on being there again. i'm not actively looking for a boyfriend, i do know that i can live perfectly well without one, and i would not be heartsbroken if i spend the next few years without a single admitted or semi-admitted romantic entanglement. i'd actually quite like to just not really pay much attention to any of it until something could actually come of it in, say, a year. people change, and i don't want to be in love with someone who won't exist three or four years down the line.

i am not an emo kid.

i'm still slightly unsure of what "dirty pretty" is. i'm starting to understand, but i'm not sure if it's completely in there.

i love old Doctor Who, SOME new Doctor Who (series 1-4, excepting all bits with River Song in them and Journey's End), Castle (FRAH. SQUEE.), The Nightmare Before Christmas (JACK/SALLY FOREVER!!), and Star Wars episodes 2-6. well. i sort of like 2. can't stand Binks, though. he should be sucked into a hyperdrive and fed to a Hutt.

my poems are mostly recorded thoughts and imagined stuffs, and i'm sorry if they don't make sense. i'm going to put a few columns up to keep them nicely separated so perhaps the chaos might abate slightly.

pianos have always been a source of inspiration for me and will appear in my poetry quite often. maybe it's amy lee's fault; i don't know. lol. and the image of a guy playing it for a recipient of his non-platonic affection is also very close to my hearts. i don't know why. it just seems sweeter than other random things that he could do for her, more... pure, i don't know. i'm probably not making sense. again. lols.

for once, i would love to want only one kind of chocolate.

by the way, quick note here for contesty people, not that any of you will get this. I can take criticism. I can take being told that my poetry isn't what the judge was looking for, or that it's not quite good enough to stay in the competition; what I can't take is what happens when a judge is too squeamish to tell me that they don't like the poem enough to put it anywhere, who act like it's this brilliant thing that'll place somewhere, and then not do anything with it. Trust me, that hurts a LOT worse than initial rejection.

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"listen
im not one of those AP poets that gets a big head and walks around the site acting as if i am the best thing to happen to poetry. i dont write "amazing", im not too good for things, and im not too good to add you first. i dont have "fans" that tell me how much they adore me, what i have is a want to share my scribbled nothings with people that i care for, all of my friends on here that i will never be too good for and i will never deny the request for a conversation or a comment.

at least i dont have a problem with myself.

- by: juana [written-in-ink]"

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To Every Girl

TO EVERY GIRL THAT IS SCARED TO PUT HER HEART OUT THERE AGAIN BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN HURT TOO MANY TIMES.
To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky.
TO EVERY GIRL WHO WANTS TO BE CALLED BEAUTIFUL, NOT HOT.
To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you.
To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess.
To every girl that just wants to hold hands.
To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
TO EVERY GIRL WHO JUST WISHES HE CARED MORE.
TO EVERY GIRL WHO, JUST ONCE, WANTS A GUY TO GIVE HIS JACKET UP WHEN SHE IS COLD.
To every girl who just wants him to call.
To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him.
To every girl who just wants to cuddle.
To every girl who shows how much she cares but gets nothing back.
TO EVERY GIRL THAT EVER THOUGHT "MAYBE THIS ONE COULD BE THE ONE."
TO EVERY GIRL WHO LAUGHS AT STUPID STUFF WHEN SHE ACTUALLY DOESN'T THINK IT'S FUNNY.
To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.
TO EVERY GIRL WHO DOESN'T WANT A GUY WHO JUST PLAYS WITH HER EMOTIONS, BUT ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT HOW SHE FEELS.
To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.
TO EVERY GIRL THAT FELL FOR ALL THE LIES ONLY TO FIND THEMSELVES ALONE IN THE END.
TO EVERY GIRL WHO GAVE HER HEART AWAY TO HAVE IT SHOVED BACK IN HER FACE.
To every girl that has faith that "tomorrow will be a better day." And it will be.

If you have ever felt like any of the girls described, then post this on your author's page. You can put the ones that apply particularly to you in capitals if you like, or don't if you prefer not to.

Slowly fading away,
fading to gray.
Blending into the paper she writes on
Becoming one of them.
Fading away,
fading to gray.
Her eyes will be the only reminder of her old self.
Their bright and shining light,
will allow us to forget her fading.
I see her laughing,
but wonder about the pain she feels inside
Why does she do this.
Why does she let herself fade away.
Why does she stop dreaming,
and fade to gray.
When will she see the beauty in the mirror.
When will she stop fading to gray.




WRITTEN BY RunningWithVampires--- Addie
*** put this on your profile if someone you or someone you care about might be or is anorexic or bulimic or used to be

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and that's it. lol.

-salutes- be seeing you.