Explosms' little writing corner.

[TsundereQueenZephi]

I needed a little segment to post poetry/lyrics/etcetera online, as deviantArt is being....let us say a little argumentative with my laptop and its anti-virus software. So, until such disturbances are sorted I'll be posting some literary work, possibly the occasional RP profile (if I ever get around to it)

Thoughts, opinions, criticisms are all appreciated, my lovelies.

Possession.

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Trends and popularity

fluctuates between the seasons,

with each fashionista prepared

to binge and purge

as they follow the urge

and continue their culture revolutionary charge.

Whilst the pale and the sombre

stay hidden and reside

behind clothes doors or the final curtain call

as blood, sweat and tears

become the true fabrics used to usher

a sparkling new accessory designed to die.

Skeletons on walkways

hang the rags from their bones,

as designers profit from works

from child workers in distant lands

who live to work and work to survive,

where to them survival never goes out of style.

Where as online the people aruge

between based gods and helixed lords,

where premeditated words kill what trust

that lies between friends of fandoms

but between every second lost

the screens flicker and gather dust

as it's all just a cycle that we repeat,

a road that we've all walked down before

as the trends fade for the next spoke of the gear

to settle and takes its place,

what we end up fighting so desperately to own

ends up owning us.

Edited June 30, 2015 by Sophisticated Squirtle

[TsundereQueenZephi]

Hollow.

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The computer screen lights up

the dark room's cover,

a body lays behind it

with its touch glued to the keyboard,

eyes unable to disconnect

from the digital heaven resting upon their fingertips.

Dead - alive, unsure of how to feel

as the addiction takes its toll,

because if they try to leave they create a void

but to stay they reside an anonymous statistic,

a voice without a face,

masked behind black pixels left to form words.

The continuation of their extension

creates the artificial persona

used to create as a means to show themselves

to users behind alternate screens

that share the world wide web

so that similarities shared holds friendship over neglect,

but the exaggeration of an existential problem

is what makes the body feel so numb,

without the contact from the unattested users,

a plethora of aliases used as a cloak

to protect the acknowledged from

revealing true identity.

A name. An alias. An uncertainty.

To call a friend without an identity

leaves one to feel empty and hollow,

but to call them a nobody is an insult

to the memory and instances shared

through the medium, so addictive.

Names, alias, personas;

all a reality, a truth behind screens

that memories and feelings use to define relations

given and received to multiple recipients

and form a multitude where not even distance

can stop friendship or love.

Edited June 30, 2015 by Sophisticated Squirtle

[TsundereQueenZephi]

The thorns of a rose

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The petals of a rose brush against your fingertips

the soft, velvet texture tingles wit ecstasy

as it's beauty kisses you

with only the briefest touch

to leave its lasting embrace

to be shared between the two of you.

To look at it as a whole

shows a thing of beauty and pain

A thing of spectacular of colour

with a painful body of thorns -

to touch softly brings now danger

but to squeeze brings pain to the both of you.

To take the rose means death for the flower,

cut it at the stem or rip it from the bush

you end the cycle of life for said rose

and for what? A present or a gift?

The death of something beautiful

brings happiness to another?

The life of a rose can be linked to emotions -

to look and feel is something of beauty

but to squeeze such feelings are agony

and to gift these feelings from person to another

can either kill or break the heart,

or flower into something natural and beautiful.

The petals of a rose brush against your fingertips

as a long winded thought finalizes in your mind,

to let beauty and natures embrace take you

or risk the danger and pain that it holds

gives you enough reason to leave without temptation

and leave the rose alone.