There once was a Ghost in the Woods
Who made off with mushrooms and goods
As fleet as a fairy, with hooves very hairy
His mind was not couldn'ts and coulds!

There once was a Ghost named Tell Time
Who reasoned with rhythm and rhyme
She betripped the stag with a poetic rag
Made of fernlings and soft fractallines

There once was a pair of two brothers
Whose voices, unlike any others
Tripped into the Pond with an echo so fond
For the memories Wooden as Time

A lakeside view of lakes unknown
Sunken deep into the silt
For the lavender, I roam
Only see the flowers wilt

Who am I to query so?
Where have spiders but to go?
Where's deceit? Where's the lies?
Where's the wings with owls' eyes?

Footsteps hardened by the soil
Trampled by a thousand toils
Still the same in spot and place
Why no wrinkles on her face?

The Gods grow weary, time grows cold
And fall and spring are soft and old
Did the flo'ers get sick of lies?...
Or are they cloaked before thine eyes?

In the spirit world...
Anzel sees fields of flo'ers roll...

Her fur, tattered and worn, lay ageless upon the concrete jungle of the Ruins. What is this place? She wondered, her fur worn down upon her back like rain had befallen it recently. But, it hadn't. Her dream had shown her a sunset realm she could only dream of. No one seemed to care about the sunset the way she did. She stared over at the Birch Forest; its endless grasses astounded her. No more shall they grace my hooves in this mind, no...never again...no more...my friends...her voice shied.

Forgive me...

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His eyes looked left, right, slow yet sleek and glancing, carrying upon the agèd old ground like snow in the cold. What a fairytale, this is...he could not see the world soon, feeling it blinded by the snow that only haunted his mind. The white did not burn him. It was snow that was his secret and his pride.

Nurra...

Broken, and lost, he gently shattered to the ground like a thousand little pieces of a mirror within which no vampire could ever see their face. He weeped softly, and faded...pelt grey...pelt no more.

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Honey...

Her footsteps graced the floor of the forest with soft retreat, every step in a line like a drug she could only query about, in a world she has yet to know and never knew. Respond to me, Nurra...she stood motionless staring down at her little sister in a regal pose.

I'll be alright...really, I am okay...and I hope Vein..will be...too...her voice grew soft, taught down by the forest that she should not speak louder than she may rear in height. She shivered off something invisible, looking towards nowhere, and now, nothing.

Love...she looked gentle at her little kin, soft and sweet, gentle and broken by the tides. Take care, sweetheart...

I've failed at this life
'Cause I've never really lived
And when I did
I was a ghost
In the shadow of a mist

I've failed as a ghost
Such a curse, with a gift
I have nothing
To be sorrowed for
And nothing to be tried

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Queze

It is strange
That I, a God in name
Should hunt in past
And now defy
That any shall be slain within the forest
Of forever

Life and death
Death and life
Sacred is the deer
And dear are the sweet
The beautiful and graceful doeful stags
Or simply bold and stagful
All belie my watchful eye
Beneath this headdress
A watchful eye
Forever watches
All
Forever
You and I
A harmony to spy
Undie...

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Fledermaus

The peace
And quiet
Of the spring rains

The scents
The tells
It eludes me

Gentle does the dewdrop moon take upon my nose as a perch
And I wonder
Why does the sky cry?
Gods, why does the sky cry?

The Pond
In its eternal roundness
A masterpiece of displayance towards the moon, maybe
Or an eternal gap
Or a pool of tears
And within its grasp
I see myself
And all the others
Is it sadness? Is it stealing our sorrows, showing us another side?

I tap my hoof in the water
It flexes like ripples of steely foggen mist
And it feels like I've cried forever
And yet
As I look down
Into the wetness of the water
I marvel
At how dry I am
I am...

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Taint and the Flower Lady

Praytell, my fair lady, have you missed me?
My pelt now the same but my face tells a different story
That no one has heard...not I, not you, not anyone...
But the eyes in the sky

My heart is no longer overburdened
By the black crow aperched upon my invisible, intangible shoulder-thing
And my sighs do not weep
And my life does not cry
And my memories pass in the colors black & white

She wanders through the forest...unseen, seen?

She queries as to which as she sits on the Playground rocks in peace.

I linger o'er yonder in the little willow bed
You scratch, you nay, you whinney out, and I just scratch my head
I hear it not, the sounds of deer bemaskèd by the Gods
The fates are undesired, me...too fatal, face the odds

An angel lies in waiting at the very gates of hell
With a silver-golding Saint of breath, I know the toll, the bell...
Do you hear me...faint, my voice may be, but I still cry
Staring from the log, a mold...an algae to the eye

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Bored Anzel is staring at the Pond.

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May soft, the flower spread her wings
And fly her way a-home
May gentle, all but kiss, what sings
In flour-salted dome
The spring will come again one day
And worm to cool my heart
The moon will numb again, some way
I'm far too well my part

I am a flour-salted spring
A winter in the mists
An illogic of fantasies
A-spur, the wind of liste's
For know, when waters jump away
In springing, fancied fly
That one day soon, she shall return
That winter, in my eye

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FINE. No explanation for you x3;;

((yes, this is my first entry in a long while))

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Guess what?

...ZELLY'S MEDS ARE WORKING!!!

My GOD, I feel wonderful right now.

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My depression has lifted entirely. My mind is calm and content. My insomnia is gone, my mood is NORMAL, I have WILLPOWER, and best of all...

...the anxiety that has ALWAYS been there in my chest...is gone. It's gone. IT'S GONE. It has been replaced with what I can only describe as a smooth feeling. It feels smooth, soft, cool, relaxed, chill, calm, it feels gentle. I have no anxiety. It feels like I'm missing something, and I am, but I'm not. I'm missing something that's not supposed to be there.

I'm coming out of my shell. I'm wearing make-up. I'm dressing up. I'm talking more and sulking less. I. LOVE. LIFE. I feel real and alive and like I can do what I want to do.

Prozac is a miracle drug <3

ZELLY IS A CURE-IED DEEER ~<3

Hehe...just felt like announcing that right there and now ^^; Everyone is noticing an improvement in my personality, a change in how I am. So yeah. <3 Life is wonderful.

So, if any of you, perhaps, have anything to say to me about how much you loathe me or are irritated by me, feel free to tell me now. I promise you I won't cry :3 I can finally say that for certain...and I love it!

BTW, everyone who I owe poetry: I will start it very soon. I have a break coming up in a week :3

x3;;

If you ever see a show called "Making Fiends" on Nicktoons network...doesn't it kind-of remind you of Taint and Plume? XD; Lol. Charlotte is the same color as Plume's font, no?

If only Taint had green font :3