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Name (other) - Lyrica Riley Age - Guess. Gender - Female I am Lyrica. A poet, an aspiring novelist (whose novel is barely at chapter 6), an amatuer artist and a singer. I started writing in journals when I was roughly five. They were mostly scribbly or stick-figure drawings with occasional very short entries. That lasted a while, off and on. Then when I was eight I read Harriet The Spy, and began my own spy journal/diary.I have 11 of those, spanning 3 1/2 years. Last year I got tired of that and started an idea journal with character sheets and poems. I've got 2 1/2 of those, spanning about a year. I never did finish the last. Th

Two Lives - Cassia's Song by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Two Lives - Cassia's Song

"Two lives. Which is the true one? I don't ask, They don't tell." "Drinking, drowning.. When it rains, I remember." Ky's story, his pictures, his poems, his pleas; He wrote them on napkins and gave them to me. I find myself inside them; his pretty words so true, Xander, I fear the Match to be, isn't me and you. When you kiss me, doubt is erased, like paint on an art screen; But with Ky, things are different; I can't say what I mean. His words apply to both him and me, Though we both leasd different lives; We're torn between what's 'right', what's 'wrong'; The answer I can't scry. The story we live is unfolding, Piece by pain

Eyes In The Woods by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Eyes In The Woods

Eyes are watching me, Through the darkness of the woods. Brown eyes Blue eyes Green eyes Yellow. Mean eyes Kind eyes Sad eyes Mellow. Sometimes they seem to speak to me. Other times they just keep watch over me. Sometimes they seem to threaten me, Other times they stand guard over me. People say I'm insane- They say my eyes decieve me. I try to tell what I see- And yet they don't believe me. My eyes of the woods are real. I assure you of this. If anybody ever comes to stay the night With me, I would show them the eyes. But nobody ever does. Who would want to spend the night with a crazy girl Who could slit your thro

Cycles by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Cycles

Cycles. They are inevitable parts of life, as are the needs to sleep and to breathe. Birth to life, Life to death, A new birth. One of the many cycles of this world. Another is more complicated, The cycle of the Toyko Zephyr. Darus is gone, Kaylin has passed the trials, And yet the cycle starts anew. There is new good guy, a new bad guy. There are new trials a new number of chances and new gates to pass. Every year this has happened. Every year this will happen. Every year this is happening, Even as we speak. New Year's. The beginning and the end. or is it the end and the beginning? One is both- Both is neither- Nei

The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken) by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken)

The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken The lens which took the picture Had more to tell than the picture Taken. The lens told of all it had seen Beautiful landscapes Mysterious mist As things flick by the screen. Many stories rest in that plate of glass Covering the camera's front. Many stories, begging to be told Many stories, etched in the cresent Curves of glass. Mystery Landscape People Sun Moonlight Starlight Unnameds Fun Many things; Many lands; Many people; Many hands. Hands that held the camera; Hands that pressed the button. Hands that took the picture; Hands that shut the camera off When the

The Deep Sea Ring by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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The Deep Sea Ring

The Deep Sea Ring I lay, rusted beyond recognition, In the deepest sea, in the most remote shipwreck, swaying gently with the current. I am the smallest Russian doll. A ring Within a box Within a trunk Within a room Within a cabin Within a ship Within the ocean. I hear a crack. A beam of light falls upon my reddened iron surface. Fresh saltwater rushes into my box. A creature peers at me. It is dressed in the oddest emsemble I have ever seen. Some sort of mask, A dark blue skin-tight suit that blends with the ocean, A tank of.. something ot other on its back, And ridiculous large yellow flippers. The shape of it I recogn

A Letter To Strauss (Fallen Vampire Fanfic Poem) by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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A Letter To Strauss (Fallen Vampire Fanfic Poem)

A Letter To Strauss (Fallen Vampire fanfic poem) Love lies bleeding; Devoid of all feeling; Gone with the wind. Darkness left behind; One with the body and mind; Replacing the heart. Black moon of hatred Writhes within. Causes you to go mad; To commit deadly sins. You kill the innocent who stand in your way. You are mad with grief, They have to pay. You kill still more To fill the void Left inside you. But it is still not enough. You will only be satisfied When you have Adelheid's head Placed on a platter before you. For she killed your love And your unborn child. For that, she will die. Stella, Stella, you want only

Eternal Sleep: Interrupted by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Eternal Sleep: Interrupted

Eternal Sleep: Interrupted I will never wake From my eternal sleep. My life, it is gone. It is his to keep. He, the tyrant ruler of the Underworld; Year after year, Black banner unfurled. Raising up the ranks of the dead, Making them walk, They fall on their heads. I have been awakened from my eternal sleep. My soul is now gone, Also his to keep. Now I have joined the ranks of the dead, Been forced to walk around, Fallen on my head. I am slowly learning, What it is like, To be a living dead, A creature of the night. Zombies, humans call us, Alive and rotting corpses, Decaying as we stand. All the soft bits on out bodi

Scars-A Short Story by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Scars-A Short Story

Scars Lohan can feel Shea's eyes tracing over his scars. He drops his hand from his abdomen and crosses his arms protectively around himself, bracing against the memories threatening to flood his brain. He goes back to that night, the sticky summer's eve, nine years ago, when he was just eight years of age. Lohan is sleeping in bed, his form small under the sheets. He hears a noise, and sits up. He never was a very heavy sleeper. He quietly pushes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet touch the floor, and he walks to the door, his feet making 'shhsk' sounds across the dirt floor. He presses and ear to the

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Damien-Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Awakening and Feeding I sit up. Sunlight is streaming through my window. I'm in my bedroom still dressed in my pajamas. It's a normal Saturday morning. Isn't it? Something feels off. It's the sunlight, I realize. It's making me lightheaded. I shut the heavy black curtains and the sunlight goes away. I breathe easier. Then it all hits me. My phone, the ghost no, the vampyre boy Damien, the bite. I look in the mirror. My eyes have turned to a reddish-blue, not purple exactly, but blue with an underlying iridescent tone of red. I open my mouth slowly, scared of what I'd see. I see what I thought I would. Slim white f

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Two Lives - Cassia's Song by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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Eyes In The Woods

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Cycles

The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken) by ClassifiedMaterial, literature

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The Lens Had More (To Tell Than The Picture Taken)

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Camellia Sky by SamhraVale, literature

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Camellia Sky

A "v" slashing camellia sky— specks of black stark against deep red folds: fire & blood cradle the flock flying toward safe harbor. Her bare feet hang off the edge of a gray cliff, her brown eyes locked on the sunset wavering above her; She sits there feeling so small & wondering why the heavens shimmer like the gold-green ocean below. Tang of salt in her nose, burning tears in her eyes, water crashing ringing her ears, auburn locks whipping around her head— crazy halo, lost divine: She finds solace in beautiful chaos, its ebb & rhythm of life greater than her own.

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Every Quest of Surreality by justwinded18, literature

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Every Quest of Surreality

Such a journey. It could have begun like a quest. When a child steps outside at first And knows not that the worlds hold A darkness in heart that grows deeper. Then, they are thrown upon the heart. The thing we search for at every start of quest. Memories that are imprinted into us, and leave only the strongest standing And slaughter the rest. She came to purpose herself. With ever purpose is a counter action, an enemy, an antagonist And she feared not only it, but herself. Destroy, destroy, destroy. She could become the kind of destruction that saved lives. Saved every life but her own Sin whispered and tried to make her death. She real

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Jun 28, 2012

It's Me Again

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I'm back.. Just so you know. No-electronics didn't last very long.   Man, I missed some good stuff!   I guess I better go and write some poems and sketches for these contests I'm gonna enter..   I really didn't need to write this, did I?

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May 28, 2012

I'm Leaving (And Not By Choice) D:

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Hey guys, it's CM. First off, sorry I forgot about the book recs. Second, I'm leaving. Not by choice. (I just restated what I said in the title. Oh well.   My mother has this great idea to go electronic-free this summer. Oh joy. So, no computer, no iPod, no Wii, TV's debatable, and CDs are allowed. Just letting y'all know, I'm not dropping off the face of the earth. Just the face of dA and anything else electronic.   This electronic-free thing stasrts tomorrow. Bye..

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May 6, 2012

Random Thoughts of A Teen

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Yeah, this'll just be me randomly rambling on about nothing at all. You have been warned.   So, I submitted like three deviations today. It's productive in one way, and not in another. Productive for my creativity, not so productive for all the other things I could be doing. I'm entering contests left and right. I have yet to see if this totally sends me into overdrive and gets me in over my head.   Where I am, it's hot. Otherwise, I'd be outside doing something. Like catch. Or reading.   I've been ripping music for the past few days, getting ready to make some CDs. For me, this is interesting because I've never done it before.   For

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May 20, 2012

Thanks muchly for the