AmicusPascal

The Dutch poet

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Deep . Down by AmicusPascal, literature

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Deep . Down

Deep . Down By its edge I sit, eyes in their earnest looming over its seemingly unending surface. Charmed am I by its clear shine, its fooling guise. Shallow and smooth is the reflection lying in my eyes. Yet beyond the bliss lies only the promise to malice. So is this inner lake, my soul, twisted as

Brisk . Love by AmicusPascal, literature

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Brisk . Love

Brisk . Love A slight breeze sways the curtains into a soothing dance, just as the light start to sieve through my shutters. And a third guest, slowly seeping into the room, the mild warmth from the morning sun anew. I welcome the moment of peace as I lie and stare at the ceiling, on its blank surface seeing our night replay. My heart jumps as you suddenly open the stark door leaving it flaming red, feeling exposed and infatuated, ambiguously so. Though my heart beat no more, my rhyme went astray when you kissed me, closed your hand around mine and walked down this path of love wit

Cold . Revelation by AmicusPascal, literature

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Cold . Revelation

Cold . Revelation Stale is the air that fills my lungs so sweetly, its clean cold reaching me, breaching me clear. Under the stars, the night bereaves completely, until no heart is clouded and truth becomes sincere. Into the darkness I throw all this deceit, leave all false emotions drown in their conceit. The ring of silence is all I hear, broken only by a rustle of leaves and the flow of my breathing. I sit and watch the si

Reflection by AmicusPascal, literature

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Reflection

How grave and grievous a day can begin. The black clouds reflecting a bare sombreness, within our hearts silently borne. So many a song tell of love forlorn. Softly the wind sings of some we share, a whiff of melancholy across our skin. Musings on my mind, momentous ever so. Tangling, trapping me in a train of thought until I was lost in reflection. Yet drawn out by

Awakening by AmicusPascal, literature

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Awakening

The air brims with the bright song of a bird, bringing warmth to the cold that comes with dawn. From every corner you can hear its word and to the windowpane joyfully you are drawn. Curtains open, allowing light to flutter through, embrace you in their festive flight. Until you suddenly find yourself in my limelight, and turn to me smiling heartfelt and true. For all life's hurt this was compensation, but my heart was soon struck by realisation It bitterly discovered all this was An aw

In olden times by AmicusPascal, literature

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In olden times

Flashing by the train's window, the green trees and scenery are all but mere pleasantries. I am lost in the beat my heart started playing, when it was you it regarded. Your loving touch ignites in me vivid chemistry in my joy or as I come clean of my heart's ache. I felt attraction and admiration of a love of such artistry. I'd never turn back time and these memories, forsake. My writing is guided not by the motion of my hand, but by this love of yours I cannot withstand

Circling round by AmicusPascal, literature

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Circling round

Seen in nature and man alike. Warns of impeding danger, shows deepest ambitions. Known by many, understood by less. Day in night, we are covered in its shade, as we are told goodbye by what we love. And when day chases night, in the earliest hours the sun warms our face to this colour. If not the sun, those around take up the task. And one, especially, makes sure our heart does not lose its colour or blacken in entirety. Without its caring warmth, it merely tells us of an end to life, the perceived or a paper's poetry.

City cage by AmicusPascal, literature

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City cage

Caught between four brick-stoned walls in an atmosphere resting, pushing on my shoulders. I open the creaking door in hope of relief, release and am welcomed by the sight of concrete, the reek of a city, man's twisted perception of beauty and luxury. Hanging on the edge of the balcony &#

In all we find by AmicusPascal, literature

Dawn and dusk by AmicusPascal, literature

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Dawn and dusk

Like a coast bears the ocean from above, so too bear I the tides of love Tall as I may stand, still I lose dearly, surrendering my heart without a ruse What does freedom hand me, as I am, captured by the emotion dwelling inside those eyes so freely Caught in the moment, my heart is set in motion In the footsteps set in the sand I find my path to you, in every step a memory once shared As the tracks fade I look up to the kind silhouette standing silently in th

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Vow by AmicusPascal, literature

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Vow

Vow Some years ago, Atop the sunny hill Looking out on the falling sun.. Enclosed by my arms, I made you a promise.. Whatever fate may cast upon us, Wherever it may take us, I will promise to protect you, Through eternity's grasp Mere chaos and confusion cannot dwindle our beliefs Descendants of the night, will stumble over just feelings. Looking in your eyes, reason took its flight The only thing left, Genuine and true Was my love for you

Embrace by AmicusPascal, literature

Bliss by AmicusPascal, literature

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Bliss

Bliss In the fields of black roses, A red rose always blooms. Among the black clouds in the sky, A bright yellow star always shines through. See the breeze gently play with your locks, With the sun rekindling your warm smile.. See you gracefully dance on the wind´s melody With a beauty words cannot grasp.. A mere look in your captivating eyes, Enough to find myself embraced by.. Pure bliss..

Grasping Love by AmicusPascal, literature

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Grasping Love

Grasping Love In the words of your whisper, I can feel your heart speak loudly.. In the shout of silent longings, I can feel your spirit's song hum softly.. In the reflection of your eyes, I can see your kindness glimmer through.. In the pleasure of your smile, I can liven up in every inch of my body.. They stand out, even in the darkest of night, In the pitch black darkness, I can see you kindle. I enter the warmth getting to me. I surrender to your loving embrace, I smoothly fall into your love, If this is a dream, do not wake me...

That's Life by AmicusPascal, literature

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That's Life

Quia ita vita est Cur vitam megare, cum mors ita prope est? Cur arma delere, cum bellum inevitable est? Cur sibi amicos facere, cum scis te eos amisurum esse? Cur deos adorare, cum scis eos nou esse? Quia ita vita est... ------ The original has a Dutch translation, so I'll translate the piece into English, I think it'll be easier to understand that way =P ------ Why deny life, when death is near? Why destroy weapons, when war is inevitable? Why make friends, when y

Be by AmicusPascal, literature

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Be

Be Will it ever, will it never, be, forever? Are we meant to be together? Or will it be thrown into the sky like a feather. On the winds, into the blue, above the clouds. Only to fall, shattered, broken or.. Only to fly, graceful, perfect. What would fate let it be? What would they let it be? What would ...you let it be? Though that knowledge may strike, fear. Never will I doubt, one simple, single thing, In every way is my love to be yours.

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A Guide to Positive Critiques by PoetryPlease, literature

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A Guide to Positive Critiques

A Positive Critique: • Does not solely concentrate on a poem's weak points, but tempers constructive criticism with acknowledgment of the good features. • Is not made up of comments like "well done" or emoticons, as they do not explain why the poem is well written. Comments and emoticons belong in the introduction and summary only. • A knowledge of technical poetic terms is desirable, but not necessary, to be able to provide constructive criticism. • Try to keep your thoughts focused on the poem and how it affects you as the reader. • Explain why you liked or disliked the poem; don't just state the emotion it triggered. •

Poetry Is by underlit, literature

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Poetry Is

Poetry is the work of a poet; he is a craftsman like any other. The notion that anybody can be a poet is ridiculous. It's the same as saying anybody can be a mason: it takes rigorous devotion and effort. Anybody can be inspired, but not anybody can write a functioning poem-- that is a, a work of rhythmic literature that uses figurative language to convey something. That "something" is what makes poetry so difficult. A poem taps into some aspect of the plethora of human emotion, making poetry universal regardless of time or place; that is, even if a reader can't identify with the situation or time period of the poet, the underlying sentiment w

Remnants Of Another Time by Itchitaka, literature

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Remnants Of Another Time

Remnants Of Another Time Do you remember Those first few days? We were so nervous back then, But we managed as best we could. I'd take your hand, And walk you to class. We'd talk while we could And I'd steal a kiss before the bell rang. Do you remember How we used to sit on the hood of your car And stare up at the sky? There was so much we wanted to see and do. So many possibilities. So many paths to take. Why can't we walk there together? As we said we would? As we promised that rainy day, When we were under my umbrella, And you pushed away. I'll never forget how wonderfully you danced. You called for me to join you, I

empathy by gelal, literature

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empathy

Vicarious intent on a Black Monday, lifted up and let loose Feelings that strain and ease someday Unholy premonitions murdered me Love lost in the rain that day A happy ending, I could never see In the presence of this struggle, strength grew unknown and unresolved Light and Dark in their endless juggle Your words invading my private moments Let loose on the world, breaking me Breaking me into partial movements Falling to the floor, great tears drown me Hands and knees bloody, now I see Pain flowing effortlessly Pools of this enhancing my pain soaked vision Cries into the dark are unanswered Clockwork of my empathy; a brutal

NOT PERFECT by canterrain, literature

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NOT PERFECT

I'm not a perfect person. Even though I like to think I am. I've made many mistakes. And there are many things I do regret. So many things I wish to forget. But they make me who I am. And they helped me grown into this man. This is the reason why, That I can run and even fly, When I want to crawl Or feel that I will fall I stand and live this life. The mistakes I have made so far. Have forged the man from the very start. And so I'm not a perfect person. And though I never meant to hurt you, And I wish I could take it back, I can only learn and grow in this too. I learn and live my life, One small step at a time, Sometimes

Mother's Song by Bunnyfugger, literature

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Mother's Song

My Mother's voice still lingers now in languid pools of memory. With the sweet tones that she sang to us, she soothed our minds with melody I've looked upon the words she sang and some are harsh when on a page; but when she sang them from her lips, her songs seemed perfect for our age. I was that small and Mucky kid, my father was so oft away No Fishy wished I on my dish, but still she sung it anyway When came the time my love sung too, to aid our little one to sleep With night night stories and the songs, she sent her off to dreams so sweet. For all who read my poem here, think on your Mother's voice as well Remember songs that cal

Realize by Farawayfaerie, literature

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Realize

You never realized, but i did you always tried to squelch my excitment i could never take pride in what i pride in. i never understood until lately why you act as if you hate me and you why you do it so fakely not another like me will you find so go ahead try and leave me behind but when you do i wont be far from your mind. cause i am The one you cant forget as your heart and mind regret your sailing ship, that you set. i've already done my crying. ive heard your "truth" told lyings inside im sure i was dying though all that matters to you is whats on the outside view you couldnt care about the "who" Just the "what"

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Oblivious by AmicusPascal, literature

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Oblivious

The breaking of dawn would not stand alone today, for in her it came to break She felt cold to the touch, melancholy striking at surrounding air relentlessly Caught with eyes filled of surpressed ache a gaze subtly withering the horizon that shone Yet seen beyond the horizon was a shimmer of light, never shall it grow any dimmer Round and about your rampaged soul, I will trespass, driven by a diligent endeavour Until you have succumbed to the freeing chill Smoothly driven out of the dark, it will sever Clean up that blurred sight, and see how life was Feel

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Current Residence: the Netherlands
Favourite genre of music: Way many now.
Operating System: My badass Laptop
MP3 player of choice: Creative & I-pod
Wallpaper of choice: Randomized
Personal Quote: "Use the few to say the most"

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Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children

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Currently enjoying DeviantArt's poets

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Final Fantasy series, Legend of Zelda

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Depends on time of the day =]

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Whatever needed =]

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In short, poetry, photography, badminton, friends, gaming

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AmicusPascal

May 19, 2008

Journal reminds me of accounting

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Details of my accounts: I am now managing two DeviantArt accounts. - The first is AmicusPascal (https://www.deviantart.com/amicuspascal) I use this one for all my poetry and will continue to do so. - The second is AmatorPascal (https://www.deviantart.com/amatorpascal) I will be using this one for all my photography. So, if you decide or decided to watch this account, you could also start watching my other one if you're interested in photography =] And of course this also goes visa versa. ------------------------------ NEWS: Real busy with all sorts of things but nevertheless I managed to write another poem. (nights continue to be perfect for writing) Hope you like it. And I'm trying to find the time to e

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AmicusPascal

May 28, 2007

Teh Tag

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Tagged by noku-tsuki (https://www.deviantart.com/noku-tsuki) (although tagged is not really true) COMMENT ON THIS ENTRY AND... 1- I'll answer with something random about you. 2- I'll dare you to try something. 3- I'll say a color I associate with you. 4- I'll tell you something I like about you. 5- I'll tell you something I always remember about you / a first memory about you. 6- I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7- I'll ask you something I always wanted to ask you. 8- If I do this for you, you must put this in your journal. Other than that,, I've been busy with the exams and so. Replies may come a little late and I'm busy going through all the new deviati

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AmicusPascal

Apr 29, 2007

Another excuse for making a journal

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Tagged by willow09 (https://www.deviantart.com/willow09) ^__^ The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" and people who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours. My six weirdities or something: [1 > I love my second language (English) 10x more than my native language. [2 > Amused by how surprised others can be by unexpected interests or sides of me. [3 > I'm