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Unamed ode from salt to sirenthey say that you can't cross oceans without a boat
                 but my minds made up i'll never drown at sea, because
                                i float in waters without borders
                                 swim in lakes w
Run to the End of the WorldRunning as passion burns in my heart
I was once held close to your side
You the proud lone wolf in the dark, with eyes so wonderful
I with a name like a shadow on the face of the world

Broken mirror a million shades of light, an old eco fades away
But for just you and I, the song birds sing
I'll find the answer for you and I and then we can run to the end of the world
I will run to the end of the world

Ready to fight, a knife held close to your heart
Cold fire clenched to my heart, in the murk of night
Torn apart by the pain, I want to hear your name once more
And the girl of dawn
With eyes of garnet and angels wings sings songs o
How the comic would have gone!Alrighty! Here's how the rest of the comic would have gone as I had it outlined. :) (I seriously just copy+pasted it no here)
And, since you guys are super nutty and have begged, I've decided I'll leave the comic up, unfinished as it is. And make a big ol' disclaimer for our front page.
How the Comic Would Have Gone:
TPP = Team Pick-Pocket
Twilight Town:
All the goons were about to be turned into pigs when I left off. Starting with Betty. She was a hilarious floating ghost pig. :lol:
The Goons would have eventually gotten into a fight with Doopliss over the third key. I was then going to have them lose and then they'd have to get Peach and Lime to help them. because, being pigs winning would be impossible. I'm not exactly sure how Doopliss got back into the pig business... I guess he got kicked out of Flurry's theater somehow. I probably would have come up with a humorous reason at the last second. (That's how I work, baby!)
Chapter 16.) Castle Chapter
-Peach returns to h
this, this is where.this - this is where the stars shine twice
once in their vast home in the skies
and again, reflected in the waters.
C is for Crossover pt 1. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was different. Extremely different. Like--clean, sort of different, or like being out in the woods after a campfire. That sort of different. I opened my eyes--and to my bewilderment, trees were, in fact, towering overhead. Enormous trees they were, too. Like, redwood-forest in proportions. Or, that might have paid credit to the fact that I was flat on my back on the ground, staring straight up at them.  They looked mostly like pine trees. Bristly things. I must’ve been lying on needles, because the way my back ached and stung spoke worlds to the way I had fallen. I winced, sitting up slowly, a
CP Crossover - Dreaming Aloud. I was dreaming again. I was fond of it, the dreaming. Lazing away by the window on a warm summer’s day, and letting the breezes toy with my hair. The songbirds and summer-birds took wing above the steeples of the ruined castle walls, scattering like flocks of a tempest against the wind. The wind itself whipped through my unbound locks, flicking them in a scarlet banner towards the sky. I hated that, the way my hair always got snarls and waves where it shouldn’t. I didn’t like keeping it long, but my brother said that it was tradition.

 Seelie traditions. Seelie often sounded like ‘silly’ to me, which is, of course,
DisappointmentYou were the last person
I was expecting this from.
You, who kept me from falling
And held me when I needed it;
You, who used to brighten my day
Now leaves me alone in the shadows
And shocks my heart to death
With the one truth I never wanna hear
Coming out of your mouth again

My hero, guide and only salvation;
This image fades quickly
Dust and emptiness take its place
Memories that used to be so happy
Are now just the cruel proof,
The undeniable and painful proof
That this that I have in front of me
Is more truthful than I want to think
Yet not the way I want it to be

So many things remain unspoken
So many tears are to
WordlessI’ve learned to
protect myself
from everyone
but you.

They throw words
like whetted knives,

guilt like balanced
circus axes,

tears like drops
of acid.

From these, I’ve
learned to retreat
behind walls of stone; eyes
as cold as glacial ice
hide the bleeding.

Yet from you, I find
no escape, your silence
a weapon I cannot
deflect.

No matter how deeply
I burrow into myself,
your muteness follows me,
wraps around me
like a shroud

until I find myself
without defense,
naked and helpless
before lips long
dead of words.
Free writing: Where I'm FromI am from backyards and wide open fields,
from crunchy leaves under tall oak trees.
I am from dogs and cats and birds,
from noise and clutter, and dust and technology.
I am from do your best,
don't give up, don't be rude, don't be mean.
I am from leave me alone,
stop picking on me.

I am from small classrooms full of personality,
lots of laughter, lots of words.
I am from pencils and paper,
from praise and congratulations.
I am from are you sure?
What are you doing? Where are you going?
I am from wide open skies full of cluttered stars
wishing I was there
and not here.

I am from somewhere I wish was still the same.
I am from
Dreams of identity and crisis Without ever knowing how I got there, and before even realizing I had been elsewhere moments before, I was staring out at blue-green waters that reached out to desperately meet the azure sky, littered from time to time with white ghosts of clouds that were so thin and willowy they seemed to mock the possibility that they might ever yield rain. The sun, content as it was to gaze dispassionately at such sights it was used to seeing by now, bared down delicately on the back of my shoulders, bringing me to the realization that my back was for some reason bare, when I had no memory of ever shedding my coat or tunic. The subtle waves of heat snake
Wanting MoreHe makes me so happy
But how
To make him
See
That what
We have
Could
Be more
Than just
Friends
But lovers
He makes
My heart
Beat
Oh so
Fast
And
At the
Mere mention
Of his name
My face
Turns
Beet red
For he
Understands
Me
No matter
What
He know all the
Right things
To say
And do
But
What shall
I do
He only wants
To be friends
And I
Want something
A tad bit more
Visions Like SugarplumsThis silent night's reverberations
are harsh on my longing ears.
Candles drip their melting memories
of times before the past four years.

Visions sweet as sugarplums
drift through my weary head--
Ghosts of christmas past
bring me to times before you were dead.

Orniments shattered like my heart
lay in the fire's dying glow
as teardrops join snowflakes,
gently falling in virgin snow.

I'll be coming home for christmas,
to our house like gingerbread,
with my ears straining for just one whisper
of those things you always said.

But the holy night remains silent,
as melting memories drip with the wax.
And my shattered heart twinkle
The CemetaryRough stone, cool beneath my touch.
Indentations in the form of letters,
slick with silent tears.
The air is filled with the cloying scent
of slowly decaying roses.
The wind blows swiftly
through newly budding trees,
strands of blood colored hair
brushing like ghostly fingertips
across my young, grief stricken face.

Raindrops join teardrops--
their sound harsh on the tombstones.
Green eyes gaze up at the charcoal sky,
the scent of death surrounding me,
embracing me in its velvet blackness.
Voices echo as if from a dream.
Words escape tightly pressed lips.
Fingers clench, knuckles white
as the tombstone they grasp.
Salty tea
DisappointmentLonely and hurt,
Broken I remain
Residing in hell,
living in pain...

Masked by lies,
I slowly fade away...
The nightmare I live with,
each and every day

The meaning of it all,
to which my mind attends,
Hasn't got one answer
that I fully comprehend...

The bottom of my mind
holds the answers which I call,
I keep reaching towards it
in this never-ending fall...

"Stay strong and keep going,
it's never too late"...
No one seems to realize
that it's not worth the wait

There's no such thing
as help outside of your mind,
It's you against yourself,
with your demons intertwined

It's a battle, hard fought,
but never to be won...
Sickness and Health Winter was still drawing to a grumpy close in the northwestern parts of Karsyn. Further south as well, if you happened to be in the mountains, like I currently was. The ground was still slushy from a recent snow—I was guessing perhaps a week or so previous—as I shifted and tilted and slid my way through the thickening crowd and made my way toward the marketplace of a small town called Zakun, nestled back in the lower pits of the Gray Mountains. People shuffled past much like I did, bundled up in much the same way I was, but likely for much different reasons.
That wasn’t to say I wasn’t cold like they were, of course
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Disappointment

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It's not like my hopes and dreams
haven't been crushed before.
I'll live through yet another
disappointment
the way I live through them all.

Sooner or later, the pain will fade.
But right now, I'm left feeling bitter.
I'm just so sick of the
disappointment.
I just never seem to win.

The things I want the most
Just never seem to happen.
You'd think I'd have learned
not to trust or hope
because I always end up
disappointed.

But everything's okay.
I'll grin through this and bear it,
because I should be used to it by now...
because I should know better...
Because it's my own damn fault
that I always end up
disappointed.

I don't dare hope to dream
of happy endings for myself anymore.
I'm through with
disappointment.

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Mood: Defeated ~Its-Kezzzzzzzzzz May 17, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Know the feeling, all too well.
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~cat-of-lonlyness Feb 9, 2011
This works for how I'm feeling now.
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~ogzfb Aug 19, 2010
its great dude
that words touch my heart
respect
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~MagpieVon Aug 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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~RoxiRider May 24, 2010
So today i had a crappy day. Then I read a poem that sounded like me. And it made me feel better that, like everyone else said, I'm not alone.
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~MagpieVon May 24, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad I could help you feel better. :hug:
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~dragonbright Feb 11, 2010
I know 100% how ya feel... I hate being disappointed I hate disappointing people and yet it happens all the time and I let it happen....
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~Jenna1213 Jul 8, 2009
oh...my god.I was looking for something to show me that I'm not the only one who feels such a disappointment and something which could help me to make the pain to go away.Thanks a lot!
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~MagpieVon Jul 8, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
No problem...my gallery is apparently full of pieces just like that. I'm glad you don't feel so alone anymore.
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~arfy101 May 29, 2009
I seem to be a victim of feeling it today.

And as you said above, yep, at least we're not alone
:hug:
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