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Arrival Of LoveStuck outside
I can never enter through the doors of unbelief
Wailing, continually thinking
Mindful of my own
Searching, I strive to find a way to my own
I've been before, but I can never go back
Can you walk through these doors?
The wind of danger playfully scans the horizon of life
Tradition speaks of mankind
Disbelief, selfish requirements maintain an unhealthy society through the accomplishments of man
A sturdy branch appears, accepting those who believe
Confusion, chaos reigns
Through the mayhem, love sings her sweet melody
Now I must choose
Do I continue in search of something more?
Or do I accept my inner feelings as truth?
Containment is not an option
Love becomes my communication
The simplicity of the arrival awakens me
But I can hear the scoffers, speaking words of destructive measure
All to no avail
Strength announces it's presence and true feelings rush in
Inner needs have become top priority
Sensual pleasures esteem themselves as great value
But You, You hold my ha
The Black SheepDivide the truth
Is there enough for everyone?
Inadequate desire for it
You can have it
Many voices; noise
Results not chosen, but given
Make your mark
Be calm sea of storms
Driven by society to achieve their goals
Seek only that which is pure
Mistaken, problematic, guilty, shamed, dirty, confused, no more
Divided pandemonium conquering the air
But yet so busy
All in tandem
Wake up you who sleep
The black sheep
BeneathBeneath my wings
I flow into another realm of new beginnings
Sentences of discouragement are brought to my attention
And foretold by the days of old
Locating my deepest desire and it's source may take time
Lonely, hurting, yet still breathing
How much pain can I take?
Is there no sacrifice for all of nature's cure and death?
Symbolism and politics plague the land
Beneath my heart
Beneath who I am
Beneath searching and finding
I strive to be someone of meaning and purpose someday
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,i might cut my hair if it didn't remind me of you,
but just like the fade from september into the pits of october,
i'm not alice, this isn't wonderland, but i am just as surrounded by things that yell,
"eat me! drink me!" and they don't say it but i know they'll all make me bigger,
sadder, fatter, too big to fit into a house, my arms my legs come shooting out,
everything i feel is just too loud-
i should be better than i am.
i should be taking the world by the shoulders, shaking back its shoulders because i am a storm, i am a force of nature and you will take notice-
but my winds are quiet. my rain is sad.
i'm too afraid to swell up in full vigor,
to take what is mine in case it's taken from me again,
i will never forget what you did- in camera flash moments, in sharp moments-
to leave me broken.
there are some cuts that never close up.
there are some things that never get spoken.
and there are some things yo
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
Slow Your RollSlow your roll; take one day at a time. Life is easier to process in small doses. Do not be concerned, with the shit you can’t change, because that’s just a waste of time. Keep your eye on the prize, but don’t let it consume you, else you’ll find no joy, at the end of that ride. Do the things that make you happy, because you’re no good to anyone, without that.
The music we hear today...In my opinion, The true meaning of music will die shortly,
Since people only care of being big and famous and get money for their own,
And they never share their success unless they'll gain some glory,
But they'res some people who makes music to make people feel better,
or who explains what the world looks like in their eyes,
And the best part, they'll never be traitors,
Like the ones who betray the way of true music,
Those people were called emos, Satan's children, or just plain weird,
because most people's taste of music is getting more sick,
But, I'm one of their fans and that's what keeps me stronger,
And in the future, I want to destroy someone else's sense of "justice"
With the power of true music, and to regain our peaceful order,
Because, I don't want our future generations in pain or just plain shallow,
If I do that, I'll save the true music in no time~!
Dear YouOkay, we need to talk
I know bygones are bygones
But I can’t get you gone
Out of my head.
I keep remembering what was said
And how it led to you leaving
And I can’t shake these feelings
And I just wish that you had stayed.
If only I knew what to say or do at the time
To remind you how happy you were to be mine
And how happy I was to be yours.
I kept thinking my pain would ease with time
But as these years went by my pain only grew
And I knew my love for you was real.
It’s been at least two years since we spoke
And nothing has changed: It is still real
And I’m still here
And every promise I made to you still stands.
.:We are the Proxies:.this is a game...
you cant choose how to win...
No one will win...
There are many of us in this game
but yet there are no winners...
The objective of the game is to serve....
To serve the one who is our difference between life and death....
Acceptance and discrimination....
He says that we wouldn't last one minuet in their world....
We believe him....but wish we didn't have to....
We want to go there...
because we serve him....
Sand slipping awayThey tell me that I have the world in my hands
But all I see is sand slipping away in the hour glass.
I let an hour pass just to watch the day wisp away
Before being sure that I can't control the way the wind blows.
Who truly knows where the wind will end up taking us
Once the day is done, the diploma is won, and we walk off stage.
We turn the page, a new act in life's grand play,
We know our parts by heart, but forget our lines anyway.
We all have grand plans, wanting to brand our names into history
Uncaring of the mystery as to why so few names are remembered.
Straight from the cradle, we are thrust into a new type of light.
As the dust settles, we feel alright, but we know something is wrong.
All along when we were with our fathers and our mothers,
We never dreamed of finding others to help survive these wastes.
Some follow temptation, finding salvation in wasting away,
But the rest of us continue to attempt to seize the day.
With the sand our caps and gowns drift away, we pick up o
Take Me AwayTake me far away where I can be alone
Don't make me do what you want me to do
Don't make me do what I want to do
Don't make me
Leave me alone
Tortured environments could be mine
Been mine for so long
Victim or not?
Never a victim
Always the cause
Still the cause
I am the cause
I am not the victim
Victimization can only take hold if that's what I desire
I did desire
But victimization only took hold in my mind
Your mind shapes your fears
Your mind shapes your hopes
Your mind shapes your dreams
Your mind shapes who you are
In my mind
I thought it was safe
I thought I could say anything, feel anyway, do anything in my mind
Has this wish of victimization caused my desire to come true?
Cause my fear to come true?
Is it true victimization or pity I search for?
Is it sympathy or empathy I look for?
Always the cause
Never any different
You made me who I am
Who I was
Good and bad
Your words spoke of great hopes, dreams, morals, and values
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