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100 poems, 100 styles: Nonet by Metta-Myia, literature

100 poems, 100 Styles: Treochair by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 poems, 100 Styles: Treochair

Journey I like to learn languages but I feel very lonely when I do. Opening the world to me, but also it’s very isolating. Family slips away with every word; They support, but absently. Far away my experience takes me for work but also for play. My dear friends are spread though out the wide world. We will meet before our ends. Creative is jumping ‘tween languages to be communicative. Giving up will never be what I do, especially me, grownup. Challenging experiences I’ve had; but it’s been encouraging. If I could I’d live it more to the max but it’s still been very good. Time ahead I look forward to what comes; the road I can’t wait to tread.

100 Poems, 100 Styles: Shakespearean Sonnet by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 Poems, 100 Styles: Shakespearean Sonnet

Sonnet I All I e’er wanted was your approval, your pride, to be wanted, needed, acknowledged. Instead you ignored me and pushed me aside. What more need I do, learn some secret language? I pushed myself hard, like no child should need and I looked, and I searched for the place where I erred. I tried not to whither while I watched my soul bleed, staining the ground, my mind oh, so scared. There’s naught else to try, nothing more to be done: Your choice to abandon was long ago made; You keep coming back, making me wish that you’d run so I can heal and ultimately remove the Band-aid. Despite all of that, I know what I must do: Somehow, someway, it’s forgiveness for you.

100 Poems, 100 Styles: Magic 9 Poem by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 Poems, 100 Styles: Magic 9 Poem

With you It's cliché to say, but my heart skipped a beat, when I started to fall for you. Though it's unconventional, the way in which we did meet for us, nothing less is expected. It's oft' that I moan, and groan and say that "my heart is made of concrete." You know me too well to fall for that tick 'cause the reality is, nothing pleases me more than when you say things that are sweet. Us being together is something I'd never undo for the future, with you, I can't wait to greet.

What is love? by Metta-Myia, literature

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What is love?

The stories always talk about Love at First sight. You see someone and you just know that they're the one. Maybe it exists for some, but for me, the purest and truest kind of love is the kind I've found with you. It's the sneaky-uppy kind of love that Tim Minchin talks about. It's the kind of love that you have for best friends at first, before it turns stronger. Our love, for me anyways, is the kind of love that happens when someone slowly engraving themselves in every piece of your existence that when they're not there, you don't know how to cope. We can go days without talking, and then when we talk again, we fall right back to square on

The Realm Eternal by Metta-Myia, literature

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The Realm Eternal

The amount of love i have for you in my heart is quantifiable. Like the fast distance of our universe, it cannot be measured. My love for you knows no bounds, and is as eternal as a star's light; It burns brightly till its last day, and only goes out when it dies. But like the stars, my love is even more ever lasting that that, When they die, they become something even more beautiful, a supernova, a dust cloud, a black hole... They become some of the most beautiful and untouchable creations in this universe. That is my love for you.

for you by Metta-Myia, literature

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for you

If there is one thing i know, Its that i don't want you to go Away from me from never more As we travel to the distant shore, Of life and death and all between and beyond. I love you more than i can say, It makes my heart ache more with each passing day That you are away from me; So i will wait impatiently For the day that we reunite. Until then we meet in our dreams each night. This is the eternal distant lovers' plight, To love and cherish from a far. It is a love, a bond that naught can mar. And so we remain bound by hearts and minds and souls.

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100 poems, 100 styles: Nonet by Metta-Myia, literature

100 poems, 100 Styles: Treochair by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 poems, 100 Styles: Treochair

100 Poems, 100 Styles: Shakespearean Sonnet by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 Poems, 100 Styles: Shakespearean Sonnet

100 Poems, 100 Styles: Magic 9 Poem by Metta-Myia, literature

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100 Poems, 100 Styles: Magic 9 Poem

What is love? by Metta-Myia, literature

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What is love?

The Realm Eternal by Metta-Myia, literature

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The Realm Eternal

for you by Metta-Myia, literature

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for you

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Major Tom: Prologue by ItsKocot, literature

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Major Tom: Prologue

Since the early days of humanity, the sky had been considered sacred. Perhaps because we were unable to reach it, it was where the heavens were situated, where the gods resided, and the land of angels. Once humans discovered the planets floating out in the space above their heads, they referred to them as “celestial bodies,” indicating their sacred location. The day Wilbur and Orville Wright first flew their majestic flying machines, they probably felt that they were touching the hands of their Lord. But even though the sky had become a regular lane of travel for humans, the vast expanse of space remained as mysterious and sacred

Love, Mulder by ItsKocot, literature

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Love, Mulder

Samantha, how are you, on this lovely day? I wish I could see you, you’re so far away. I’m searching and searching for truth to be found, But I’ve got no answers, though I looked all around. I know that they tell me I’ll never find you, They say to stop looking, there’s naught I can do. But I know the reason you’re so hard to seek, They don’t believe me and call me a freak. Oh Samantha, I miss you, I wish you were here! I’ve lived for so long holding back all my fear. The men who control you are playing their game, Trying to stop me or put me to shame. I’ll find you, Samantha; I’l

Summer In Winter by ItsKocot, literature

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Summer In Winter

I'm experiencing a summer in winter The likes of which haven't been in years. And naturally when this happens, It brings a host of fears. I fear I've lost my muse To some dark and dreary fate. I often sit in quiet thought Just trying to concentrate. The words, which usually flow so well In pouring seas of song. Trickle away mysteriously As though I've done them wrong. At times like these I tend to sit And reflect upon the strife. I question gods and moral'ty; What I'm doing with my life. But then I stop and realize All it takes is a word To start my writings all anew No matter how absurd. The dilemma which we call a block Is only in our

Spotlight Soliloquies by ItsKocot, literature

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Spotlight Soliloquies

They call "fifteen minutes!" as they rush all around Though no one would think of making a sound. We all know the people are waiting outside Prepared for the night through which we'll be their guide. Ten minutes later, we're five to the show Ev'ryone's going over the lines they have to know There's a feeling of tension and joy in the air All the practice comes down to this one-night affair. They call us for places and we stand in the wings Whilst clearing our minds of all uneeded things. I pull out my person from deep in my mind Slip on my face, change my actions in kind. The curtain goes up and the story begins The crowd isn't large, but

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Mar 12
Canada
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The name is Myia. It rhymes with 'hiya'!

Occupation: student (and avid book reader and random drawer)

I like to stick to more realism based art. Though, that's just what I can draw. I'm too much of a perfectionist to let loose and just go with the flow.

Current Residence: Ottawa, ON, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Indie
Favourite style of art: Realism
Operating System: I'm a PC and I approve this message.
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Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Ducktape is like the force. It has a light and a darkside, and it holds the universe together.

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

The Princess Bride, Jurassic Park, Harry Potter, Watership Down

Favourite Books

Jurassic Park, The Chrysalids

Favourite Writers

Richard Adams, John Whynham

Favourite Games

The Legend Of Zelda: Orcania of Time

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo 64, PS2, Nintendo DS

Tools of the Trade

pencil, water colour, ink

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Reading, Writing, Drawing

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Metta-Myia

Jul 26, 2015

Art hasn't been happening much lately. Though there is some writing to be found over on Ao3. I'm doing a set of cards that I will post pics of once I have more of them done. I've been really boring lately. Sorry folks.

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Metta-Myia

Dec 10, 2014

An Ode to Finals

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Twas the night before Finals, when all through the house Not a peep from the Facebook, not a click of a mouse. The coats were all thrown on the floor without care, And sleep and dreams weren't to be found anywhere. The students had all but forsaken their beds, While visions of study notes whirrled in their heads. And I in my jammies and my roommates in their's, Had just settled down for last-minute quizzing in pairs. When out on the street came a loud ruckus and clatter, I turned on the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I trudged like a rock, Tore open the blinds and slammed open the lock. The weak street-lights

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Metta-Myia

Dec 4, 2014

Interspection 2

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I’m not completely without blame here, but where do you get off demanding to talk to me?         I owe you nothing. You’re entitled to nothing from me.         You insulted me,        and tried to chance my sexuality. I am ACE I am PROUD. I will change for no one,         especially you. I will not take you         “not understanding why I’m so offended”                         as an excuse. Also,   where do you get off insulting my roommates,          who are talking to you because                         you make me uncomfortable? I am not a mob-boss,         nor is my