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Tears of a Happy Ending by ~NotenSMSK
Light within DarknessA dark soul is just


an excuse for light to find


a place to call home.
Light within Darkness by ~NotenSMSK
The Felonious PoetThe poet locked in shackles of iron and stone,
imprisoned in gloomy dungeons, alone to atone
for crimes and felonies, so deceitful he is!
Yet the criminal in truth is the writing pad of his.
Sentenced by the law of all nations in concert,
such renowned reputation; oh would he wish to revert!
But alas no whim of his shall be entertained heretofore.
No child passing by shall smile at his name anymore.
What were the atrocities he was condemned with?

He was a con
for his writing was a devious art
he mentioned not what was
but what he meant to impart.
He was a traitor
for he was not true to his word.
He expressed in entirety once,
but the next time he differed.
He was a murderer
for he killed many a time in his songs
the savior to the maiden
who was meant to live long.
He was a thief
for his robbery was also well known.
He robbed the elfish king,
of his jewels and his throne.
He was a liar,
for he knew not what he had last said.
In one song he wasThe Felonious Poet by ~NotenSMSK
Predator and PreyHe walked home with shackling eyes
constraining all those too unwise
to slither like snakes after prey
but this time it’s their turn to pray
for though they conceal themselves well
they ignore tolling of the bell.
The bell that resounds loud to all
“The beast shall appear this nightfall!”
And so he twists and turns through bends
reaching his hut, so well he blends
with nature as if it adhered
to his likes and joy and despair
yet this time only whispers rose
for calamity was quite close.
The burglars slowly approached
the poor lonely farmers abode
Till now evening was at hand.
The farmer put on his wristband
“Tonight shall not be as foretold”
he thought feeling the need to stroll
he picked the lamp up and approached
his door when with a crash it broke!
And climbed in ten or twenty men
the farmer, surprised could not defend.
They grabbed him by his arms and limbs
twisting them, with their intents grim.
The lamp fell as the hut caught fire.
The farmer cried;Predator and Prey by ~NotenSMSK
Poetry
Prose
'Do raindrops, departed, ever meet again?' by ~NotenSMSK
Promise off a million stars"A million..."

"Yes a million stars... perhaps there are more. You know what they remind me of?"


"What...?"


"Your birthday..."


"What of it...?"


"You know, I shall give you a million present-"


"Oh stop it!" She giggled "There is no way-"


"What if... I do?"


"Hmm... well I won't like that"


"Huh? Why not?"


"You see, if you give me a million presents together, there won't be anything to give on my next birthday. So give them slowly..."


"Like...?"


"Hmm... just one big present every birthday?"


She giggled again and traced the ground with her little fingers whilePromise off a million stars by ~NotenSMSK
Dear Teen me17th November 2012

Dear Teen SMSK,

How are you… ah, but I know the answer already. "Fine, I guess" wasn't it? You never strayed from those three words as a retort and you taught me so as well. I know you don't have time to read a letter. You have important ventures to take care of and while I don't deny them being important, just take a moment to read through, since I know that later on, you shall have all the time and though, being who we are, you shall say "I don't regret it", I can guarantee this letter shall nudge your curiosity till eternity. You are young, you will have far more important ventures.

You probably weren't expecting me tDear Teen me by ~NotenSMSK
Rotting WithinMy hand reaches my lips as they part, salivating at the rotting taste that is to meet my taste buds. My scarred and chipped teeth dig into the soggy surface, the swollen gums straining under the light pressure as I take a desperate bite out of the revolting flesh.

As I pull my hand away and chew away at the poisonous fruit, I see blood marking the indentation made by my teeth. Alas my gums had started rotting alongside my whole being.
I licked the blood, tasting a familiar tang as I turned the rotting apple sideways to clean it of the crimson marking.

It was a strange satiation; it was addiction that forced me to go after this rancid and dRotting Within by ~NotenSMSK
Prose
Sketches and art
Sketches and art
The child in ragged shorts
The child in ragged shorts: The bicycleA woman wearing a badly patched cream colored veil, held the hand of a little boy that wore a baggy shirt – that one would definitely guess was not his – and ragged shorts. It was a hot day; the side walk was sizzling while mirages could be seen over some distance. Mirages were rarely seen in the busy city and the boy felt a bugging curiosity in him as he tugged on his mother's veil.

"Look mama! There the road turns very shiny" he said with wide eyes. The woman smiled.

They were returning home from an errand; one of the woman's well off relative had been sick and she had gone over to tend to her, being the only acquaintance in theThe child in ragged shorts: The bicycle by ~NotenSMSK
The child in ragged shorts: the special dayThe child in ragged shorts sat down scrapping the sandy remains of cement from his wall. He hoarded it up and sat down in a corner of his derelict abode. Under the wavering shades of light that barely seeped through the dense clouds, the excited child started working on the small hoard he had managed to amass.

A woman, clothed in worn out attire covered by her loose shawl, pulled away the hanging shades that fell over the front door; protection only from prying eyes. She approached the boy in ragged shorts and placing the small plastic bag she was carrying on a creaking overhead shelf, sat down behind him.

"What are you doing dear" she whisThe child in ragged shorts: the special day by ~NotenSMSK
The child in ragged shorts: broth and the beggarIt was getting late. The sky was dark while the orifices in looming edifices managed to leak some of the moon light they were withholding. The woman hugged herself with the porous shawl that she was wearing, pressing the twenty-two rupees note again and again on the counter.

"Please, just for today; I do not have anymore money. I beg you" she pleaded but the person at the counter couldn't care less.

"That is three rupee short. I don't care if you beg. If you have anything else to put forward then do or get lost" he replied harshly, spit flying from his mouth. The woman retreated, a disgusted expression on her face.

"What more can I put forThe child in ragged shorts: broth and the beggar by ~NotenSMSK
The child in ragged shorts: We share the foodThe woman placed the candle on the small, creaking table and the small room she was sitting in came into view. There was a single chair, a battered mattress and a depression in the mud crafted wall, serving the purpose of a shelf. That was all that room contained. Their whole house consisted of this room and a small backyard.

The child in ragged shorts entered the room, pulling aside the hanging cloth that much like the one hung at the main entrance outside, did nothing more than to keep mosquitoes outside. It didn't serve that purpose well.

"Sit down dear, mama managed to get a treat today" the woman said, smiling warmly at the child as shThe child in ragged shorts: We share the food by ~NotenSMSK
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What were the atrocities he was condemned with?

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He was a traitor
for he was not true to his word.
He expressed in entirety once,
but the next time he differed.
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who was meant to live long.
He was a thief
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He was a liar,
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"Your birthday..."


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"You know, I shall give you a million present-"


"Oh stop it!" She giggled "There is no way-"


"What if... I do?"


"Hmm... well I won't like that"


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"Like...?"


"Hmm... just one big present every birthday?"


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Dear Teen SMSK,

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As I pull my hand away and chew away at the poisonous fruit, I see blood marking the indentation made by my teeth. Alas my gums had started rotting alongside my whole being.
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Mood: Love ~Sherenity Jul 15, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Beautiful Galleryyy ^^
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~NotenSMSK Jul 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
awww... thank you ^^ I am happy you skimmed through it and I would hope you liked my works :)
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~Sherenity Jul 15, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
no problem ^^
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