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RemembranceAnd just remember
It's just another day.
It's been repeated
Three, four times before.
It's already happened
there is nothing You can do.
Obsessive Compulsive Nation's,
Once indulged in spoils
as quickly as the sun sets,
SeaI long to swim in the sea.
The waves to take me away and renew me.
I wish to feel the sand.
Find peace within the washed up past.
Someday we will meet,
and I will exhaust myself in your busy waves.
Cancellation TheoryNegativity wobbles on solid ground,
collapsing in on itself from the good that surrounds.
Hoping to land on another around,
but the positive lifts them to a higher ground,
pounding the negative to the ground.
Engaged to LifeEngaged to life.
A comedy already written,
a tragedy to some, a parable to overcome.
after being bitten.
Engaged for life.
FeelingsSadness is like a broken wing on an angel.
Happiness is the world without him.
She is like a summer day.
He is an old forgotten dog.
Excitement is his final decree.
Boredom is the last thing she faced.
Depression can be like a fallen flower.
Joy is like snowflakes, falling for weeks.
He is in love with her.
She is like a blooming lunar flower.
Wolves carry out their souls,
Wolves carry out their feelings.
NightAwake feeling the busy day of far away lands.
While others lie asleep, at two in the morning, I remain sleepless.
waiting for something or someone to respond. Cracking the barrier of loveless themes.
Embracing the night as it swallows into morning. The endless cycle of falling asleep and waking up, to a new day just the same. Penetrating darkness into a room with light. Succumbing to nothing. Reluctant society pushing it's ways onto people. Whatever happened to the simple life?
PenumbraDeep within the dark every shadow on the ground, on the walls behind above and below that you see is potential rise for the shadow creatures to lurk their way into our world, to wreak havoc on the living minds of innocent and unaware people, they make evil men and women, they strive to hurt you. They enjoy feasting on your thoughts and fears. People that fear the dark unintentionally suppress these natural feelings by closing their eyes and sleeping till daylight wakes them. There is one person in particular that can invert these fears and turn them against the shadow realm, stopping shadow creatures from harming the living, trying to keep the shadows as still forms, as adumbration should be.
A girl who is nyctophobic; There are special thoughts and abilities she has had since birth and has harnessed over time, from an unknown source deep within her own mind; She has light and finds comfort on saving people from these creatures, sending them back to where they came from, with no remors
Angel's NemesisAs the Light shined through the curtain and bent with the shade, Angel awoke from his slumber, disturbed by the night, and the shadows that roam up the walls and on the ground, ready to strike, to invoke fright. It's 7:30 a.m. time to get up... and go to school. Angel stared at the time keeper waiting for it move with it's mechanical arms, spreading the amount of time, and deciding whether to get up and live the new day, or stay at home and play sick to enjoy the moment of time he had left. The heavy footsteps of his mom were just a reminder that the system he is on is reluctant, and deserves a crucial renaissance. One involving his mind, or his spiritual demeanor. Reviving his soul, taking a gander into his own eyes wondering what the conscience is, he falls back to sleep....
I am the girlI am the girl who is always alone
The girl you laugh at
While you sit on your throne
Where I have never sat
I don't know what it's like
To be so high and mighty
Although, we look alike
I am no Aphrodite
But then again, neither are you
But that's how the story goes
It's a sad one, but it's true
So take off all my clothes
Slit both of my wrists
Use your words like knives
And your little plot twists
To ruin innocent lives
To keep me on my toes
But this won't always work
The cycle stops or slows
So keep your little smirk
As I move on
DisappointmentI keep it in my closet;
Tied with ribbons of fraying satin
Wrapped in pipe cleaners and tin foil
It doesn't take up much space
And it seems light as a feather
But weighed so heavy then
I take it out and turn it 'round
And see if it looks different
From the perspective of age
I poke at it; and watch as it still bleeds
As if the cut was new;
And sighing, wrap it back inside
The protective layers
of all my childhood dreams
Hoping to one day open the closet
And find the disappointment gone
And taken the hurt with it.
PassionYou look me over
And you turn away
You lead my heart
Into silent decay
'Cause you want something beautiful
Want something beautiful
You want something beatiful
So you look away
Well, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to see me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't see anything
You don't see anything
No, you don't see anything
'Cause you don't see me
You speak such wise words
But won't believe what I say
Think you've got to hold out
For some brighter day
'Cause you want something real
Want something real
You want something real
But you turn away
And, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to hear me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't hear anything
You don't hear anything
No, you don't hear anything
'Cause you don't hear me
I carry this torch
And its burning my hands
Can you see the scars now?
Do you understand?
You think I'm not good enough
Think I'm not good enough
Well, am I not good enough
To carry these scars?
This I call passion
This I call real
Self Esteem of a GirlEveryone sees what's wonderful about you
Everyone, well, that is, everyone but you
Everyone can see that yours is true beauty
Everyone, but why is it you cannot see?
You are talented and skilled
You are extremely strong-willed
Why is it so hard to see?
Why is it so hard for me?
I'm talking to you and I'm talking to me
Cause neither one of us really seem to see
The Story of AnneLong, long ago,
or even today
In a place very close,
or so far away
Lived a girl named Anne
Who from birth was blind
Yet was always so gentle
And always so kind
She smiled at the sun
And beamed at the rain
She loved to help others
heal from their pain
But other girls hated
Anne who was kind
Since she was so pretty
But she didn't mind
These girls were so jealous
They started to whine
So those girls got together
And they started to lie
"Anne, you're so ugly
You're blind as a bat
How can you go on
Living like that?"
Day in and day out
That's what they'd say
Perhaps hoping her happiness
Would fade away
"Anne, you're so stupid
you're so uncool
You should just vanish
and flunk out of school
You'll never be like us
You'll never fit in
Cause you're just so ugly
There's no way you can win"
Then one day Anne sighed
and she turned around
Smiled brightly at the girls
trying to bring her down
"Maybe you're right
If you believe what you see
If I'm blind
Maybe that's me
You can all see
But you don't
RememberI remember you and everything you did.
I remember you and the hurt I always hid.
I remember the way I used to get worked up.
I remember the way I monstrously screwed up.
I remember the words carved into my body.
I remember the way that you inspired me.
I remember how you inspired me to it.
I can't believe you ever got me to do it.
Frankly, that was a while ago.
Now there's something that you should know.
I've learned a lot since I did that.
Now I can't believe I did that.
I thought you were worth it when I did it.
But no one is worth pain, self inflicted.
Not even you, who hurt me so much back then.
Why should I scar myself and live it again?
Yes, I was hurt, but I don't need a reminder.
I just need myself, all I need is to find her.
Beneath the hurt and all the pain,
To find myself and all I'll gain.
Cause no one is worth self inflicted hurt.
No, no one, I just need to remember.
JealousyJealousy kills you,
With every ache.
You keep your mouth shut,
Your smile is fake.
You say it's okay,
When really it's not.
It makes you sick,
But it's these thoughts you fought.
You feel the heat in your shoulders,
your hands start to shake,
You keep to yourself,
as you silently wait.
You deal with the pain,
with each word you write,
Thinking nice thoughts,
To help your mind fight.
Your stomach is turns,
You feel you should die,
But you breathe a breath in,
and you try not to cry.
It's really not bad,
this lie that you made,
To help you fight through,
As the feeling will fade.
IlluminationWarmed by your beauty,
your eyes illuminate as if you have a lantern in your head.
The smiles you give so freely make my heart flutter.
ignoring the world around, I don't feel bound, or tethered,
but more so my heart feels like it grew feathers.
Is this love or infatuation? I can control my imagination as it spins
wondering if we could be something more than free,
Something more than you and me.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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