SamaraMorgan

Cold Tears of a Lonely Heart written by, the "Not so famous, but well known" Pennite - S.M. It was hard for her to describe, this feeling. This utter emptiness inside, which seemed to burn a black hole into her soul. Though she'd become so numb these previous months, she could feel the realness of this pain that bear inside her. The tears that flood her eyes every night, staining her pillow with nightmares, flooding her mind with guilt, resent and confusion. Only a year before, her only love; her only real, true, love. The only one who understood her, confided in her, trusted her, and KNEW her inside and out better than she knew herself...better than anyone, had ceased to be. His still body lay in the gardens, coffin flooded with dead roses. He was all she knew. All she ever had... All she ever would have. She must have spent longer than one's lifetime pondering why this happened. Wondering how this happened, and how she could go on without him. She was weakening, physically, mentally... The stars and sparks she saw when she and her love first kissed, parted right in front of her eyes. Who could ever understand how she felt? Who would have ever experienced such pain? This crying heart? A hand needing another simply to get back to one's feet but no one cares enough to give that hand? Were they too hung up in their own petty, materialistic world to see her crying eyes as she sat alone in the dark shadows? Neurotic, they say. "NO!" She would say back to them. Their ignorant eyes just couldn't see the pain that lie within her. What would you do if the one you loved died right in front of your eyes? ((to be continued...))

((This is just a little something I wrote. It's pretty deep, very visual, and taps into quite a few emotions - in myself. Hope you like it. Please comment.)) She stood there, barefoot in the sand. Listening to the interlude of the waves. The music which they made, gently caressing her ears. It was almost sickening how pleasant it was. Parting apon the sharp edged rocks which lay in scattered position on the beach. A whirl of white sand spun, dancing, in the breeze; hitting her skin and it felt like a thousand small knives at once. No matter, capture the moment. Treasure it. For it was something she would never see again. At sunset, her freedom would be captured, just as the moment. But stolen. Alas, something so precious, to have it taken away? And why? A single tear hits the sand, and to the touch, cold as ice. Just as her heart. The things she's said, the things she has done. The memories, the pain, and agony; will now wash away into the ocean. The pure sunset has now been her curse. She is now damned, to forever, suffer the pain of her ignorance. The great and terrible things these hands have done. These hands which were once pure, harmless, and good. This heart that was once warm, loving and kind. What has she become? A monster, a beast, a demon? Wench. Wench the call her. Once flawless, and now imperfection is all she is. They sky is now flowing a crimson and orange tide, pouring into the setting sun. Mimicking a lemon, bright and sour. It made her eyes squint. "All I've become and all I'll ever be." She whispered to the heavens. "Lost." -Fin-

lol. *hugs back* Well, I'm glad you liked it, thanks.

((First off, I apologize for not being here for a while!! I missed all of you, very much, but now I'm back. YAY! Anywho, this poem is expressing anger, yet it is humorous as I am setting a bit of comic relief from my last poems which were a tad intense. I actually wrote this for my boyfriend, lol. He's a jerk, but I love him. Leave comments! Thx! )) It's MY Turn As I sit here, you before me; you hate my guts, yet you adore me. You always seem to have your say, But see, it's my turn..MINE, today. You always jump to conclusions, and won't let me have my word; It's really quite annoying, unfair, and thus, absurd. You're rude, you're loud, you're perfect, you're proud. But only in your mind, you are.. to me you're scum you're cow poo! You're a piece of cake I will never eat, yet I'd love to stab with that fork! Oooh..how I'd love to stab you with a fork. You slime! You swine! You bloody bastard, you! And now that I've had my say.. Back to loving you.

((Okay, this is my second poem I've written. Some of you may have read my first titled "Alone". This is called "The Suffering of a Smile". I pulled together many emotions, and a bit of a visual, not much in my opinion. I really had to ponder on a title for this poem, since I usually write the poem first and name it last, but I believe I chose wisely and stand by it. But anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please leave any questions and/or comments, I'd be glad to reply. )) The Suffering of a Smile As I lay here Tears streaming from my eyes, the cold air surrounding me; Poisoning my body, Taking over my mind I realize just how much it hurts It burns. It's ripping my soul apart. It's killing me! I'm dying; and I'm crying inside. Bleeding Withering and sufficating inside. And yet, A smile upon my face. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Cool. I've never met an elf before! And royal? Even cooler. I'm Guardian of the Unloved. Rather tricky title I'd say, but everyone needs a friend." she squints slightly feeling like she'd said something so utterly cheesy...and gives a quick smile to cover up gracefully.

Samara smiles at the girl and giggles a little with her. Well, she seems like a pretty nice person... She thought to herself with a grin. "I suppose I may introduce myself. I'm Samara."

Samara, standing there, speechless from surprise, tilts her head at the girl and then looks at Heinrich. "Well.....that was different." She looks between the two, smiling.

"No, I just wander from place to place having no true home, aswell. Doesn't bother me much though, I enjoy the adventurous life. Although, I really like it here and plan on staying. I'm just trying to make some friends while I'm at it." She smiles again watching a few crows fly overhead and fluffs out her tattered skirt. "I really should stop climbing trees...another skirt ruined." She giggles softly

Softly chuckling she shakes her head and grins at him, "Really that dulled? Goodness." She still felt uncomfortable about the witch hunting thing. Well...it's not like anybody knows... she shrugs thinking to herself and slightly, nervously pulls a stray curl back behind her ear. "So where are you from?"

Looking at Heinrich, she smiles sweetly and holds out her hand to shake his. "I'm Samara. Guardian of the Unloved. I spend much of my time here. Beautiful isn't it?" Smiling again she tilts her head curiously "Witch hunters? How interesting."

Hearing the fluttering of birds wings and their cheerful singing, a smile appears on her face. But then she hears what seems to be footsteps across the leaves and dewy, grass nearby. She stands to peer at her surroundings:: "Hello? Who's there?"

*blush* hehe thank you.

((Okay, so I'll start this thread, anyone is free to join, of course . For the visual, This basically takes place in a large, greatly vegitated, area. With many trees, lots of grass, flowers, perhaps a small pond, and a large willow tree. I don't know if anyone has ever done a thread this simple *shrug* but I like it that way, it just makes RPing a whole lot easier. Advanced players are welcome too though! I'd love the help! ALRIGHTY enough of the chit chat..)) Samara sits quietly under the large, willow tree. It's flowy branches sway gently in the cool breeze. Butterflies dance harmonously in the air as the sunlight shines through the clouds. A sigh, and nothing more. She is at complete peace, closing her eyes and listening...just listening.

Hehe aww, I got a hug! *hugs back* Thank you.

::Closes her eyes and thinks thouroughly inside her heart for the perfect definition:: Love...what is love? Hm.. Having a true, close, relationship with one. Feeling nothing can cross between the two of you. Yearning to completely smother in kisses, embrace, and announce to the entire universe that you're in love! Wanting to be with that person every moment of everyday. Feeling their heart beating next to yours. Listening to their whispers blowing gently across your ear, as everything else, fades away. Someone who gives you warmth at heart and soul. Someone who would die for you, as you'd do the same. Though you'd much rather die hand in hand and lie together, bound together, your souls so sweetly sewn together; in eternity. Love is knowing you're loved without having to hear it. You feel it. Flowing through you...day and night, night and day. Forever. ::opens eyes and glances around her with a grin:: How's that?

lol. well thank you for the tip! Glad you liked it.

Alone I've never felt so cold inside Never felt so alone; Until that day you left me. You didn't say a word Just up and left, was gone. I guess I'll never see you again. Alone now, I'm alone. Yet, I still see your face Smiling down on me ever so gently. Your light eyes dancing in my mind. Your fingertips with mine. The warmth of your soul though your face is so pale, I miss you with all my heart. Dearest, dark, prince of mine.. why have you left me? Do you still love me? You left me And I'm alone.