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-snipplet- Emerald EleganceShayla woke and saw white consume her eyes. She quickly covered them with her arm to try and see the world around her. Shayla sat up real fast when she remembered what had happened only a few hours prior to her being knocked out by whatever Legolas had done to her.
When Shaylas eyes adjusted, she noticed that it was afternoon time. She was so intrigued by the scene outside as the sun cast orange and gold everywhere and Shayla thought of all those movies. This wouldve been perfect if shed only had a boyfriend to share it with.
Shayla suddenly slapped herself. This was silly! The sunset didnt matter! It never did, and she shouldnt freak out because it was nice and shouldnt be thinking of men at a time like this.
Shayla suddenly heard the door open and she looked around to see that the room was plain, save for on door and one bed. The windows were tall and had sweet vanilla colored curtains that light was let in from. The window that let her see the out
He's doused in light and beauty,
But he'll never see me,
As twisted and demented as I am,
As ugly and cold as I am,
Because he's an angel,
I've never see him so beautiful,
As he is now,
He's almost like Lucifer before he fell,
But he won't fall,
I'll be sure of that,
As I burn to dust for him,
And inside of me?
There's a war raging,
Between love and hate,
Anger and joy,
And me and Him,
I'm fighting a deamon,
As an angel with wings of fire,
Inside of me, He is a shadow,
And I am a fire,
He's my evil face, my twisted self,
And the war raging inside,
Is between me and Him,
While I watch my world collapse,
With one stroke of His hand,
And I see black,
While my wings burn away,
Falling as ash to my feet in the dark,
I'm cold again as I loose my war,
And no one will hold me,
No one will catch my falling tears,
Because no one can see,
Where it hurts me most,
When I don't see Chris smile,
I wonder if I've done something wrong,
If he won't smile because of me,
Now, I raise my torch
+Shoot Me Dead+ Prt 0 and 1
"Shoot Me Dead"
0 hours left....
This wasn't my story, this wasn't even supposed to be something I wanted to write for the world to see. Tell me this, when was the last time you opened your heart and accepted that someone else may be just as creative as you, with just as much strength and just as much hope for the future? Or did you think they were worthlessly stupid and so stubborn that they should have someone think for them?
Did you know that's what they call "being rude"? There's no such thing as a subordinate in life, since no one is different. Think of them as humans, rather than your subordinates. Children can be considered your superiors if you sink yourself so low you'll destroy yourself.
In life, in death, there's no reason for what's happened. No one should end up like they did, like the people, the children of the future, the leaders of the revolution, they didn't deserve the death they were handed. B
if you can find it in your heart..... read on....
I can't cry,
Not even like this,
It feels like I'm the dead one,
And you are.... right,
I don't know anymore,
Because my heart has died,
Gone to the grave,
Where I will lie,
Forever and wait,
With wings bleeding away,
And hands destroyed,
And soul dead,
Tell me what I do,
Show me how I love again....
My feet are worn from walking so long,
My soul is weary from it's travel,
My hearts are dead for so long,
My hands are burned and bruised,
My eyes see darkness,
And my mind findes refuge....
In the depths of Hell....
Where I won't find a place,
At least not among the angels,
The ones you warship,
And I don't think I have the face,
The heart, or the guts,
To become your angel....
I'm Hell's devil,
Not for eternity,
Just until my body dies,
And I will find my refuge,
Behind words shaped like daggers,
And shielded by these things,
In a dark, dark place,
Shrouded in it,
Draped in it,
Bathing in it....
And all the color
Boy AngelThere, there, you see him?
Standing in the light of the sun?
Just him by himself....
No one's around him,
And he's just as beautiful,
As the day I first met him,
When I wrapped my arsm around him,
I felt a warmth in his heart,
I felt a young man who was alone,
But I didn't feel a place for me,
I didn't feel a place for this girl,
I only felt his warm heart beating,
I'm in love with him,
But I know he's got more girls to pick from,
And I'm not a pretty girl,
But he tells me what I should hear,
Not what I would like to hear,
And all I see in him is a boy,
An angel with a dark side,
A boy with a beautiful smile,
Someone who makes me laugh,
A boy who makes me understand,
An angel who tells me that I'll be okay,
And all I see is him,
He says what I must hear,
He says what I've never heard,
He tells me the truth,
He tells me the honest truth,
And I love him,
With his angel face,
With his graceful voice,
With his beautiful soul,
With his kind character,
With all my
My Name Is...My name is.... Part 1
The year is 2006. The month is June. The day is Monday. The date is 06/06/06. The day of sin and destruction rains down around her. She is alone in this world of chaos, of wounds that will never heal. Her heart is racing as she stares at a tomb, a tomb of a young girl who died the day before. She is only five, but she died. She wasn't even old enough to know that the man who was with her last was a terrorist, her father, but she still clung to him and died when he did....
The girl raised her head and her green eyes stared into the rain that fell around her. She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten onto this planet, but she'd never know why she was here, would she? "Who am I?"
"It's true!" He sheilded his face from the prince.
"My sister was killed when Morph was over Pegasus! The blue planet with all the water! She was killed! There was nothing left of her!" He stood up, his chair fell to the ground. "Mother and father saw her escape pod explode be
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
There are things I wanted to say, things I never told you. I know you can't hear me now, but at least listen to me. I miss our friendship, even if I acted as if there was none. So many things left unsaid between us. You surrendered your Shirigan Eye to someone who hated you and would have left you to die.
It's not fair. Why should the one with nothing to do, nothing going for him, nothing to loose be the one to live when you had family, you had friends, you had someone who loved you...? I had nothing. Why do you let me live?
So many things to say to someone like you, and all I could do was watch the rocks consume your body. Is this what you call friendship? Is this what it feels like when you can't say goodbye? You said the three of us would grow-up together, take on the world one step at a time together, make it to the ranks of Chounin together.... All three of us, right? You said that, right? Did you lie to me? Or was that something you really meant to happen?
Don't leave me feeling
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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