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Lost
Confused
Heart ache
Disorientated

All of these things bottled up
Felt by the one that was hurt
Unable to let it out once again
But this time it was worse
Because unlike last time
She didn't have him
But the pain 
Wasn't from him
That was pain dealt with
A pain she had endured 

But this new pain
A sharper pain
Killing inside
Wasn't from him
But from the friend
The so called 'Best' friend
The one she needed there
The one that disappeared
Only to be found again
This time with him
Having pushed him away
From the one she called a friend
Only to take him herself
Her boyfriend, unsure
Knowing of it,
But not sure
What to do

Now she sat there
Trying to cry once again
The one she opened up to
Had turned her back on her
Separated the couple
She put together
So now, maybe
Just maybe
She will cry
To let it out
Let it go
To cry
Once done
She will retreat
Lock the doors
Hide the key
To her heart
Keep herself
From feeling this
This pain that numbs
Ever again because twice
Is more than enough
But she didn't learn
The first time around

 
Crying... Again
 So how I feel right now. The first poem, Crying was partly about me.Well this one is completely about me. I found out today that my ex-boyfriend went out with my best friend last Saturday, a week after we broke up. She was the one who put us together. I knew he was cheating on me or at least knew he had another girl lined up to take after we broke up. But I just didn't think.... I mean she is still with her BF and they've been on and off for years. This time it's like 8 months. We've been best friends for a couple of years. I should have seen it they both stopped talking to me about the same time and she would see him more than I saw him since he always hung out with her boyfriend. 

Sorry venting a little since I can't cry (at least not for emotions, well except for frustration/anger. I can cry for pain and frustration/anger). Then I can't talk about it to anyone the one I could betrayed me. As you can tell not quite thinking right. I'll fix this poem when my head is a little clearer like I did that last one. That one was actually written like 2 weeks ago. 
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Chapter One

            The man walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and began peeling off the wax he had melted down and put on his cheeks. Immediately removing the high cheekbones, large nose, and the scar across his cheek. Afterwards he removed the makeup revealing his handsome face.

            The man removed his T-shirt flipping it so it was no longer inside out. Not that anyone noticed but it would help him. He changed his jeans to a dark blue pair and shoved his old ones inside his duffle bag. After splashing water in his face he looked at the mirror water still dripping from his face.

            This man, this thief, had a name, a life, a story. He wasn’t the cold ruthless thief everyone made him out to be. Stealing so that he could get rich, in fact he was once quite the opposite. But this man, Kyle as he was once known, was a victim of circumstance. Everything he loved was ripped away when he was a young boy.

            Kyle walked over to his bed and sat down. He very carefully tore off the paper to reveal the small box. When the box was open he carefully put his thick tanned fingers into the package. Feeling a cold hard metal underneath his fingers. As he pulled it out he looked at ring a beautiful hawk head sitting atop of the ring. Inside the bird’s beak was a small pink sapphire that glimmered in the light. Disappointment hit Kyle knowing this wasn’t what he was looking for. Only another piece to the puzzle. He looked down at the paper inside the box reading the coordinates.

            After a quick search on his laptop he quickly found a small town; Moose River in Maine. Kyle couldn’t help but groan it was almost a two day drive from where he was but it was his destination so he would leave in the morning. With that Kyle walked over and laid down falling asleep on his bed. Dreaming of changing his life forever.  

The Butterfly Necklace: Chapter 1
 Kind of a shorter chapter but that's okay. 
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Crying.
Just letting it out.

Something she needs to do but no longer has the ability to.
Instead she just sits there with all the emotion inside.
Building and building till she can't take it anymore.
But there is no release for this emotion.
Her only release is far away.
He is no where close
So she sits there
Trying to force the tears
But unable to get them to flow
Because of that she just remains there
Her mind lost in all of her bottled emotion
At least until she sees him again, well hopefully
Of course seeing him might only add to the horrible emotions
Because of everything that has happened to her
She might just loose him when she sees him
And that scares her, terrifies her
Because she's happy with him
The first time in a while
But not seeing him
Is almost as bad
Since it may only build
Up to actually loosing him
But what can she do?
With him so far away?
Without the ability to cry?
Unable to release this emotion?

Nothing but sit and wonder
She'll move on without him, always has
But he helps her with life right now
Takes away all her pain
Leaves it behind them
And right now
Her Life
Might take her down
If he is there to help her
She will stay standing 
But without
She may fall
And have no desire
To get back up
She might . . .
Stay down
Forever


Crying
 So this kind of relates to me but not completely. I wrote this a while ago and I'll probably revise it soon. I wrote it when everything that could go wrong when wrong. I had 3 18 hour days, school, tests, and trying to save a horse (which didn't work out)
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Good guys are always:
Taken
Married
Or Gay

But the best guy.
Is out there somewhere.
Looking for you.

    A lone man snuck through the dark streets careful not to make a sound. He freezes as he hears noise behind him. His fingers wrap around the package so small but so essential. It only as big as his hand but with it maybe, just maybe he could get what he wanted.

    The shaggy black hair stuck to his forehead but from sweat or rain he no longer knew. His blue eyes scanned behind him into the darkness, sadness having dimmed the vibrant happiness that once laid there. Lightning struck above his head as the rain began to pour down. An angry bolt struck a house in the distance. But all this was all only a taste of the storm that was just beginning. The kind of storm that caused flash floods and fires. The storms that any caring mother would keep her child away from. The kind only insane, determined people stood under with their own free will. A splash was heard of a car far away trying to get home as quickly as they possibly could.

     Roaring sirens drove by; lights blaring causing the man to push himself against the wall. As soon as they passed he quickly turned around and walked swiftly. His large black trench coat trailing behind him. The sirens were heard coming closer and closer to him making him quickly speed up. A police car skid to a stop in front of him. The man heard shouting and more cars coming. He turned around and ran back the way he came hearing the voices get louder. Ducking around the corner as a shot was fired.

      The man darted across the street barely avoiding a black truck. The police ran after him having to stop at the busy street. A few police officers that had tried to corner the man had large dark colored German Shepherds ready to be set loose. After making it across the street, they released the four watching them quickly take off around the corner where they had seen the man disappear.

      Glancing behind him the man could hear the barking of the dogs. He ran with new found energy determined not to let them get the package that could change his life forever. Taking the next left he quickly found a large chain link fence. He felt the dogs nipping at his feet and knew he only had seconds, but he was close. The man jumped onto the fence but a dog bit his leg pulling down.

      The man’s fingers ached as the dog tried to rip him down. But the man was strong and held himself onto the fence. The other dogs jumped trying to catch his skin in their teeth. The man glanced down before climbing, while the dog shook his head as he was lifted off the ground. The man reached down and pressed on the dog’s reflex point on his neck making him release.

      The man then quickly jumped over the fence hearing the policemen shouting behind him. He darted into another ally way and kept running until he no longer heard the voices or dogs. He slowed down. Making sure to get his heart rate down before entering the small motel room.

      As he entered his room he shut and locked the door. Then he looked down at his hand and smiled. The small package rested in his palm. He leaned his head back and let out a soft laugh. His future was just around the corner.

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wildspirt
Sam
Artist | Student | Varied
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I love animals but my favorite are wolves and horses. I like to read stories. I am also writing some books and have been in a few school contests with somethings I have written. When I am finished I will post a link where you can buy my book(s) But I have to finish the books first.
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 So I know that Stallion Races on facebook have been stealing art especially from Aomori. I have also found another artist (have not yet confirmed it was stolen waiting on reply) from noblestallion. So from the looks of it Stallion Races does very little of their own artwork. So if you get access to the Stallion Races legends take a snap shot of it and look around on deviantart for the owners. Because there is a high possibility that it was stolen. Ask the artist if you find it if they gave Stallion Races permission. Hopefully we can get word around and get them to stop. They also like to change the color of the horse to 'hide' the horse. 

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Lilafly Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch! :heart:
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Typhon--Monster-King Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014
Gorgeous art!
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wildspirt Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you. I'm still learning though. 
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Typhon--Monster-King Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014
a delight amazing artist :D
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Spirit-of-Zenith Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama, my faithful friend <3
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wildspirt Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2013  Student General Artist
Yep it said something about a birthday and if I had more points I'd give you some but I only have like 3
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GydroZMaa Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch and llama~!
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wildspirt Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013  Student General Artist
Yw. :-D
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Spirit-of-Zenith Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much for the watch! :huggle:
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Crayyons Featured By Owner May 7, 2013  Professional Artisan Crafter
Hellow Sam :] Thanks for the :+fav:
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