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Piano~The wide smile spreads seven octaves
From the high C to the low A
It's beckoning grin, it pulls you in
And you can't help but play.

You hear beautiful solos,
Inspiring melodies
You want to scribble them down before you forget
But alas you can't read (music).

The dotted paper means nothing to you
The quavers, semi-tones, crotchets, it's all names
When you look at the music sheets
You don't hear the different notes,
It all just looks the same!

There's a piece you want to learn
And you make it your goal
It's so pretty, and sounds pretty simple
It's only when you begin to play,
That the complexity takes its toll.

People think it's easy to p

The Reason why Everyone Hates Johnny TestMr. Jonathan "Johnny" Test, the worst cartoon character on Cartoon Network. He makes no effort of fighting villains on his own or leaving his sisters alone during their own time, he'd rather be a whiny, spoiled rotten little brat that wants anything in the world. He likes things easy... Enjoy your popularity while it lasts. Test, 'cuz you're in for a sudden cancellation when Steven Universe airs.

Sophie and Phillip's pesterlog-- CheckeredFlynn [CF] started pestering SharpShooter [SS] at 10:08 --

[10:08] CF: Hey Phil :3

[10:09] SS: umm..yeah..hi. (:

[10:09] CF: Watcha doin? o:

[10:09] CF: As in, you know. Besides being all cool and shit c:

[10:09] CF: Have you reached the God tier yet?

[10:09] SS: nah..

[10:09] SS: I'm just here taking a break from a troll's still buggin' me about that shit

[10:09] SS: like, how I'm all going to be powerful and stuff

[10:09] CF: You WILL!

[10:10] CF: Dude, I'm a fucking Mage of Blood!

[10:10] CF: what can be more fucking stronger than that?!

[10:10] SS: You did got your self killed in that un-cool, sleeping, rock bed ri

Baby StepsTake a deep, calm breath
Hold it tight
And let go
Baby steps
Air in
Hope in
Temper in check
Baby steps
Growing up is overrated
Indepence?
Is coming
Slowly.
Baby Steps.

I was a foolOnce upon a time
I read minds
Felt fine
Actually tried.

Back then in those times
I walked mile to mile
Hardly ever ate a bite
And never slept at night

I thought I loved a girl back then
And thought I was right as rain
Till it turned upside down, the whole damn thing
And now I don't know what to really think

Ive lost my family and a love I thought I had
I guess I didn't lose too much
But the thought returns of those days far back
I wish I'd been in touch

All I think about nowadays is walkin that old railroad track
Maybe getting a job and some money to spend
And ever look back--

I don't ever think about her anymore
I suppose it was all a

Very Much BetterIf I were a famous poet
Exceedingly skilled in the verse
You'd be liking this poem
Very much better
Even if it were
Very much worse

Limerick List1)
I see outside of my dream a bean
Who is compared to me more clean,
And I sit and wonder
If it was a blunder
That this really green bean was queen.

2)
The bell went off with a bing!
So in my defense, I took a swing
With my trusty old fish
Who just went squish
To this monstrous thing with a wing.

3)
This is a song that is sung by a singer
Because they have a splinter
From some kind of card
With an over protective guard
Who has, at his side, to mark his victory, a bell ringer.

4)
It is My bad to say it was a test.
However I see, but it still maybe a jest.
To us who love fleece
And Swiss cheese,
We’ll make it through with lots of zes

SensePoems, short
or of great
immense, will
at times end
by not making
sea cucumbers

A Gamer's HeartA Gamer's Heart

Let me take your hand,
Show you the world I live in
We can soar over mountains
Fight with Dragons
And save the fair princess together.
All in time for dinner.

if death knocked on my door todaywhy didn't you come sooner?
sorry, traffic was bad. accident on M4. a couple of fatalities.

well, that's your own fault isn't it?
yeah, i suppose. sorry, darling. so ... you ready?

...
if only if it were that simple.
if only i had known that my death would come
in the form of you

I can't Sleep.I tried to save you,
I tried to save you,
I tried to save you,
I tried! Because you were broken inside.

He stole your heart so I took your hand,
But you shoved me away and ran back to him.
He beat you, and broke you, and ripped you apart,
Then he left you crying alone in the dark.

I tried to save you,
I tried to save you,
I tried to save you,
I tried! But you wouldn't let me inside!

The gun was up against your head,
and tears rolled down onto the bed.
The door was locked, and the safety off,
Your hands shook as they ignored my calls.

I tried!
I tried!
But I couldn't reach you in time!

Black umbrellas blocked the rain,
As we

Am I funny?does anybody else have that problem
where you're chilling with some friends
and you think of something incredibly witty
and then you start laughing
and then you realize you haven't said anything out loud
and then everyone's staring at you
like you're bonkers
and then you start crying
because nobody understands how hilarious you are
and it's so hard to explain
because you're choking on your
tears of embarrassment
yeah?
no?
oh...
okay
just me?
whoops.
ha
ha...

ha.

Got What's Coming To YouYou broke my heart,
Ripped it to shreads,
Threw the remaining pieces on the ground,
Then stomped on it with evil joy,
Cackling as your foot squished it,
A twinkle in your eyes,
That screamed happiness,
And without any care at all,
Ran off to your new boyfriend,
Leaving me behind with a broken heart,
But that doesn't matter as of now,
Because I'm happier than I ever was with you,
Now that I've found a girl that likes me,
For the real me unlike you,
Who wanted me to be a different person,
And now I can laugh at you,
Because your boyfriend did to you,
What you did to me,
And I'm in his debt,
As I asked him to do it,
Sorry babe but you got what w

To Be a Writer“Mother!” I say
Triumphant,
At 12 standing ten feet tall,
Above my Mother,
Who expects the answer to her question soon.
“I!”
A dramatic pause.
How very detective novel of me.
“I am going to be a writer!”
Mother laughs,
No doubt because she is proud,
My daughter,
The writer,
She thinks,
Imagines tonguing the sentence out to her friends.
No doubt she thinks I’m brilliant.
Oh how devilishly smart of me,
To already know exactly what I will do!
“Writing is a good hobby.”
Yes! Is is isn’t it! Just brilli-
Wait, sorry?
Come again?
“You can’t build a career on that.”
She concludes.
Indignant,
And more than a little bit hurt,
I spit “why not” at her,
In a tone which I assume will make her flinch.
I am heart broken that she does not.
“Well,” Here she begins to wash the dishes,
because the matter is soon to be ended.
“It’s doubtful that you’ll be good enough.”

Is it just me:InsaneLife,life oh where are you?
Chained to a car wheel.
Driven through a trains tracks.
Ripped like paper.
Life,life oh where are you?
The person next to me texted another.
While I have humble thoughts as to why I'm still sober.
"Pour me a drink of that red ink!"
My instinct to take it or leave it.
There in the corner, a girl that is my neighbor.
Cradles a died bird.
For it had eaten her worm.
Medication time.
There is a line.
Oh this is the life.
Braking the mirror in the bathroom.
To chase people with the pieces.
The best game to play, before other people intervene.
Life,life oh where are you?
No internet connection, no light to hear the beeper

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by *AtlasArtifex, Jun 20, 2012, 8:49:56 AM
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And so, the update status prompt spoke to me, its words a faded grey.
They whispered, 'Rebecca, tell a story...'
So with new found enlightenment I took to the board of keys!
I pittered and pattered, tipped and tapped!
I planned to wrought the world of Facebook
with my glorious compositions and a fabulous opus!
But...alas... twas there no word limit on this cursed blue box
Pretentious in its will to stifle my verse, I would indeed prevail.
So, I write this sad lament, limited and filthily constrained
by the dwindling character count. I pray thee mercy, oh count of words...
For I must fini

Facebook - Tell a storyby *AtlasArtifex

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©2012-2013 *AtlasArtifex

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~KennyEchelon Jun 22, 2012

I love this.

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*AtlasArtifex Jun 22, 2012 Student Digital Artist

thanks

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~KennyEchelon Jun 22, 2012

No probs! It's a concept I haven't seen translated into literature before so it's very interesting.

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*AtlasArtifex Jun 22, 2012 Student Digital Artist

hhehe

thanks again! I was actually just putting it as my status on facebook

idk why i wanted to put it on DA

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~KennyEchelon Jun 22, 2012

It's good that you did.

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*Razor-Zyrak Jun 22, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love this, never saw Facebook as a way to tell an actual story XD.

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~Omikami-Sama Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Ahaha.... *sniffle* I know the feeling!

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*AtlasArtifex Jun 20, 2012 Student Digital Artist

I KNOW! its terrible!

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~Atlas231 Jun 20, 2012

Huh?

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~Parahin Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

XD I feel you.

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