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A dark shadow looms over my head,
A dark hand gripps my heart,
A darker world awaits me,
A darker hope stands still,
If I open my eyes, will he be there?
If I open my eyes, will he kill me?
If I open my eyes, that shadow will come,
If I open my eyes, that darkness will kill me,
These wings are painful,
These dreams kill,
These hearts throb,
These wonds go deep,
Can you stop this pain?
These black wing kill me.
A Rose To My Stepmother
Although you weren't always there,
Although you couldn't see my birth,
Your still my mom,
No matter what the world says!
I waited so long to say anything,
Even something that I think isn't important,
And you were still kind-hearted,
Even if I'm a pain in the rear most of the time,
But every time I fall down,
Every time I fail,
Every time I screw things up so much,
You still held out your warm hands,
Picked me up,
And pushed me forward....
When I look back now,
Through the fights,
Through the flames of anger,
Through the rage we both felt,
I can see,
I can feel,
All that warmth in you heart,
Your rose of kindness,
Now let me return the favor to you,
My beloved mother,
Even if you aren't my biological mother,
Just remember that you touched my life,
Much more than my mom did,
And enlightened me to the world I'd lost,
So thank you, mom,
You are my stepmom,
But I still love you!
And this is....
A ROSE FOR MY STEPMOM
"All I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother." ~ Abraham Lincoln
There is an unsung song,
There is an unsaid speech,
There is a path less taken,
There is a bird that flies away,
To a true exetent,
One can be free,
But to another,
There is a freedom in a warm welcome,
There is a freedom in a spoken word,
There is a freedom in an open door,
Everywhere you look,
A free bird flies away,
But they aren't free,
They never can be,
Freedom comes in a place,
Freedom is a place,
Freedom is a song,
Freedom is a path less taken,
But when you fly away,
There is something inside of you,
It will always be that home,
No matter how much a family may hate you,
No matter how many fights you get into with a sibling,
No matter how much you want to get away,
No matter how much you long to be alone,
True freedom comes in a house,
It may be in a small place that means alot,
But it's everywhere you feel welcome....
That is freedom,
That is my freedom,
A place to return to,
A place to call my home.
Just My FriendIs it wrong?
All I need is a shoulder to cry on!
Why do they say it's always wrong?
Am I always wrong?
It's a friendship that can stand the test of time,
It's a friendship that can stand up in the storm,
But why do they say it's wrong?
But why do they say it's never going to last?
Are we always meant to be alone?
Are we all to walk this worl alone?
Are we yet to discover the meaning of friends?
Can't this world just be the way it is?
With no fear of loss,
With no hate of the evil,
With no love for everyone else?
Is it destined to be that we walk alone?
Following no one,
Charting our own path,
With no shoulder to cry on?
Is it meant?
Or is it never to be tested?
This world of danger,
This world of beauty,
All of it is simple and blissful,
But why does a friendship like ours,
Need to be tested so roughly?
We are, even now,
Just friends who wish to remain so,
No matter what the weather,
He will be my shoulder I cry upon,
And I will stand as his wall,
To guard him from the storms o
Come What MayI remember when I was small,
I remember just how much he cared,
I remember how warm he was,
But it's all gone and faded now,
His heart was gentle and warm,
His hands were always so large,
His laugh was always so bold,
But it's fadding away now,
His young and cheery face,
His vibrant love for me and my siblings,
His adoring voice,
His precious words,
They are all fading into the abyss of time,
I won't ever remember them again,
I won't ever be able to go back,
I won't ever see him happy again,
I won't ever be what he wants me to be,
But no matter how much time wears us down,
No matter how much the world rejects it,
No matter what,
I will always remember,
I will remember what he told me,
When I was small,
"Even if time forgets me,
I will remain immortal in your memory,
Come what may."
Walk Both WaysWe come from different walks of life,
We come from different cultures,
we all see differently from each other,
We are all diffrent,
But we are, stil, all the same,
We are all unique in our own way,
We are all loved by someone,
We are all united under one cause,
We are all individuals who think for themselves,
If we are to see without hate,
If we are to see without fear,
If we are to see without loneliness,
If we are to see without loath,
Then we can see with love,
Then we can see with joy,
Then we can see with hope,
Then we can see with care,
And we will walk both ways.
Good friends indeed,
Good times indeed,
There are all kinds of friends,
There are all kinds of memories,
There are all kinds of fun times,
But there is only one friend.
There can be times of joy,
There can be times of hate,
There can be times of love,
There can be times of sorrow,
But there's always someone standing beside me.
Sometimes it hurts,
Sometimes it dosen't,
Sometimes you can't feel it,
Sometimes you can't tell it's there,
But there's a friend who stands beside me,
No matter what.
My Drummer BoyHe's like an artist,
His brush ready at hand,
His eye focused on his canvas,
He strikes the first beat,
The brush is wide and silent,
The paint's sound resonates off the walls,
His hands begin to move quickly,
He smiles as he watches his canvas,
This is his painting,
The music of his drums,
His throbbing pain for music,
His lust for perfection,
The music of his paint,
The art of his sound,
The beat rages on,
Flowing through each heart,
Beating with the flow of water,
Pounding like the ocean on the shore,
And yet, soothing,
This is his canvas,
The crowd that listens,
This is his stage,
The white canvas,
This is his comfort,
His joy of drums,
He strikes the beat,
Faster and faster,
Louder and louder!
It's pounding like the ocean,
It's rumbling like the earth,
It's exploding like a volcano,
It's the sound of passion,
It's the sound of lust,
It's the sound of beauty,
It's the sound of the drums,
Slowly, the beat comes clean,
Brushing along the emotions,
Brushing away the fear,
The DayI watched the sky turn red
Much as the ruby stone
The clouds moved with the wind
And the sun then ceased light-shone
My poetry belongs to the waves
My song belongs to the air
Under the stars...
I stand alone
Far gone is the light of day
Silvern clouds have sailed away
The notes the trees have whispered past
The midnight cold seeps to the bone
But I stand alone
Through time the blue sky has left for Maiden Midnight
And despite the tears I shed
And beside my heart dry-bled
The soul cries at the sight
The day is done...
And I stand alone
soft pitter-pat, flipty-flop
heartbeats, were all I could feel
skin, that seemed to tear under pressure
of round-about screaming matches and
you were afraid of my
sunk-in eyes and smile with creased
edges that were older then my nail-polish
that chipped on the corners
just enough to show the dirt
nine years weren't enough to love you.
and ninety won't be enough to forget
your smiles on rainy saturdays
when I sat in your lap
in the curve of your arm
with my head on your chest
listening to thump-thump heartbeats
that sounded strong and even
and never once did I think they would ever stop.
and at the end of the night
all I wanted was to feel the
flutter of your heartbeat
underneath my cold fingertips
but you left for the last time
and all I had left were photos
and your voice forever in my mind.
My HeartThere were once two knights who had pieces of my heart
One had almost all of it
The other only a little
I trusted the first knight
Believed him to love me
One day he confessed
"I loved you"
Not now... now we are too far apart. We shall never again meet.
My heart bled. I snatched it back from him and in tears
Tried to sew it back together
I was blinded
The needle missed and now a scar has formed
The second knight, who had a little merely of my heart, came to me
Time matters not
To trust him?
I gave him a little of my heart
He takes care of it
I trust him
The scar which bled no longer weeps
I trust him
My heart is not yet fully his, I still hold my treasure close
But should he prove himself the knight I hope him be......
My heart, it shall no longer weep
Cant you see Im a little down
the way you cut me a nice frown
so bleeds onto my feet
because I cant cry no more
I got stuck on repeat
are you feeling suicidal
now that youve got rid of my smile
theres nothing to laugh at
any kind of peace?
so when this hole between
your scars I can keep
can you read me
like the tea at the end of your cup
can you hear what I think
without you theres no lessons
You know that I love you all
I just cant get over your cool
because if you think cupid
will save you
you are all fools
I dont know what I do
I should think Id like to
do what it takes
so every time you see me smile
you know my spirit shakes
Im a manic depressive,
and very pathetic,
but I cant fall for you
Im too rejected
when the pause sets in
what is ur objective?
things you didnt know
places I should go
leave you alone
upon my throne
and I cant think straight
Im too scared Ill break
and time stands still
so Im running away from
all the things that I kill
and one day
Ill wash up at your door again
end up on your floor again
so you can say Im poor again
I was never enough to fill the
spaces between heartbeats
and shallow breaths but I always
seemed to find a way to sit there
not quite covering the opening
but crushing it
just enough to make you
You seemed to be just
empty enough to let me in
but when my ballon lungs started
spreading your lips into smiles
there wasn't enough room for the
rest of me.
There weren't enough clouds to hold
me up or enough gravity
to push me down, so I clung to the middle
wishing the ground would hold me closer
so I could empty the poison out of
my ears and die quietly.
Somehow, it's like staring at a photo,
and not realizing the person there died,
and wondering how they can still smile,
when they're buried under mounds of dirt.
And like wishing that memories could bring them
114 Questions for Life
114 Questions for Life
1. Do you ever get tired of always walking in a straight line?
2. Do you have telepathy or just go with the flow?
3. Do you ever suffer from road rage?
4. Have you ever had to take a detour due to construction?
5. Behind the queen's back, have you ever heard anyone refer to her as a slut?
6. When you are cut in half do you consider the part separate from you as more of a sibling, a soul mate, or a stranger?
7. What do you consider love?
8. How big does the world seem to you?
9. Have you every though about life beyond the light blue sky?
10. How well do you and snails get along?
11. When trying to win over a mate, is honey advised, or is it about as cliché as a red rose?
12. Have you ever played tag?
13. Do you ever just chase people for fun?
14. Do you comprehend that while stinging someone, whether it be in self-defense or not, that you are committing suicide?
15. Do your wings ever get tired?
16. Do you ever lick yourself and then
If you see a knight,
Dose it mean he's a good knight?
If you see a kind heart,
Is are you always going to get off to a good start?
If you hear the sounds of kindness,
Dose it mean you a huntress?
There are things that will never be seen,
Things that will never be heard,
I know it's a sin,
Sometimes, it's hard to hear a sin that's never heard,
A knight will not always be a prince,
A knight can also be a fence,
Sometimes, a fence will never break,
Sometthings will never shake,
When they won't shake off,
Just remember to shut the lights off,
Then it will forever dissapear,
Into a never ending sky of blue,
The memories will cut like a spear,
It's a blue and red hue,
This is the darkness of a real knight,
No real knight can be their real heart.
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