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Oh SpringOh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.Oh, tell the sun,Oh, the wonderful sun,To bring her warmth and come,To Shine down on the things that need to be done.Oh, whisper to the flowers,Oh, the beautiful flowers,Remind them to bloom,To show themselves soon.Oh, Yell to the waters,Oh, the magnificent waters,Urge them to flow,And never their currents slow.Oh, greet new life,Oh, innocent new life,Smile at them from all around,Let them listen you your calming sound.Oh, spring,Oh, glorious spring,All the happiness you bring.
Army Of One Only few seem to care Though they’re never there To see my broken body Strangers stare at me oddly They know me they say Let them leave as they may An actress in public A dying soul being robotic Pills don’t numb the pain Razor blades give my skin bloody stains The bullet let the ease came Another lost fight hires on the screen How life could be so mean So at least the end we are an army of one Not a lot got done Now to find put who won some believe death is a gift Others a curse Scared body; secret broken soul lefts
Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.No not at all.All the mistakes I can't take back,Only makes another crack.I wish I could sit on the wall.For I'm only a porcelain doll.I don't want to break,From all the memories and love the demons take.
Yin and YangWhen darkness closing inWhen light can't seem to winYin & Yang fall in to LimboHow far will it goThe peaceful balanceIs met with resistanceAngels and demons fighting insideWhich will win you can't decideChaos in your mind always staysBe that as it mayYin & Yang fall in to LimboYou simply must knowHow far it will go in youHow strong your Will lets you chooseWhen the darkness closing inFight it hard enough you'll win.
Demi God-Zilthena P.O.V.-She's been in the pits for two months now. The young woman still had to find and get to her kidnapped mother. Her deathly black hair fell gracefully down her blood covered back and her olive coloured skin, Her ghost gray bore into the person standing outside her cell."A girl is in the pits as gladiator? Is the world ending?" A deep male voice echoed off the walls."If you don't shut up your world will be." the girls cold voice answerd. She heard him open her cell door and enter before she saw the giant of a man. He was handsome with his honey colored eyes, dark hair and well toned tan body littered with battle scars. One word popped into her head...demigod."What's your name…demigod?" She questioned. He seemed taken back by the question but soon collected himself."Moralice son of Ares god of war and bloodshed. And who are you?" Was his answer."Zilthena daughter of Hades god of the underworld." She replied smoothly.-Moralice P.O.V.-Moralice looke
Truth In LiesDaylight fade awayNo more hurt todayPlain as a picture from a photo boothLies bleed so much truthSee my scarsI hide beneath the starsReality is a harsh fateI'd rather eat fake off a dinner plateNever is truth a mistakeThe golden ruleMake them have a dualThe truth and liesThey never dieJust a fantasySo much insanityLet me beI choose not to see
You,Me Light,NightTry as I might,I lost my fight.Only at night,Do the demons come out to play.For the angels in the day,Have finally gone away.Sometimes I still pray,As I watch my dreams decay.What could I possibly gain?These angels brought pain,Sorrow and even abuse.These angels sided with you.How could this be?The angels...Your Angels have forsaken me.It made me free.Now my demons fight for me.They understand the Beast,The monster, the theft,You made inside of me.So I fight for the dark,And you for the light?Everything not is black and white.
LiesLies bring me loving Misery.Lies drown me in sweet agony. Lies show me beautiful despair. Lies they never care. Lies its never fair. Lies I bury them inside.Lies nowhere you can hide. Lies they let me fly. Lies how they make me cry. Lies I want to die.
Reason WhyMy Reason why I tried to tell you but my voice failed meI wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't let meI went to fight but me strength left meI yearned to live but life denied me That's my suicide
How To Fit InHow to Fit InLet’s start off with your appearance.Because you need a disguise to hideInside of a crowd.Strip yourself of all of the clothing you use to express yourself.So you can get lost,And never be found.Fix your hair,Cake on some make upBecause in a crowd.Looks will always speak louder than words.People don’t want to hear what you have to say,They just want to see a pretty face.Fix your eyes that are too big.Too innocent.You have too many ideas.They rage around inside your head,Like birds trying to escape a cage.Free them.But never write those ideas down on a page.Because thinking,Is a sin.When you’re trying to fit in.Just let them fly away.Never to be seen again.Now that you’re vapid,Dull as a rock.Not an original thought to be seen.Yes, you’ve achieved‘Fitting in’But was it actually worth it?Trading in everything that makes you so spectacular.To fit in with the rest of the main stream crowd.Stop trying to
He Doesn'tHe Doesn't Love You.He onlyLovesThe ideaOf you. He Doesn't Treasure You.Not thePersonYou trulyAre.Only your body.He doesn't CareWhat You say.Only What You Wear.He doesn't Pay attentionTo what mattersTo you.Only to what has value to him.To him,You are Just like,Everyone else.Don't You Even ThinkOf sellingYour marvelous selfShort.
radiancei am runningon blood and lightheart full,hands emptyfluttering firefly chasmsin spaces oncefilled.i spit silver silencesthat colour quickfirea vivid fragilityand dissipate,anticipation collidingwith anxiety.running airborneand unfulfilledi'm not faded;i'm flying.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A letter to that girlWho scrolls through tumblr.Admiring all of those models.With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.And a waist that you can barely see.You're beautifulA letter to the girlWho looks at models,For their curves.The way their hips go outwardsAnd their size D cup breasts.You're beautiful.Please don't look in the mirror,And hate the girl you see.That girl is youAnd she should be loved unconditionally.Because you deserve love.And how much love is not determined on your waist size,Whether you're chubby or skinnyYou're still so very pretty.You're so perfect.So for every time you look in that mirror.And tell yourself you aren't worth it.That you're arms are too big,Your hips aren't big enough.Stop.Tell yourself.I am a woman.A lady.I am strong.I have a body like a castle.A kingdom made just for me.And I will not destroy that castle,By trying to starve myself.By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
Dreaming Keeps the Dreamer SaneTo the dreamer.The one who sits and stares into corners of the class room.Dreaming of some place better.Whether that place is real or not.It is just anywhere other than here.We paint over the whites of the walls.Our minds are the paint and our eyes are the brushes.Turning ordinary objects into castles that stand 30 feet tall.And people into characters for our plays,That fill our imaginative brains.We tune out the lectures out of boredom or from wanting to escape.We turn the blank of our note book's pageInto a mess of jumbled words of a song.That we once heard as a conversation in a coffee shop,It sounded like a soft tune then, just filling the silenceWith soft mumbles and whispers,Of a stranger's life that we heard bits and pieces of.We create symphonies out of the rainAs the thunder rolls in the distance.We turn the noise into music in our brains.Something to distract us from the pain,Because in the end,Dreaming keeps the dreamer sane.
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"Is what you say,But silently,You've pushed oneOf your friends away."Oh no, honey,Boys don't playWith Barbie dolls."By enforcing gender roles,You are killingYour kids,And telling themThat you'll love them no matter what**Conditions apply.Don't push your loved onesAwayWith things you do or say,Because words hurt;But they hurt mostFrom the mouths ofThe people that told you,They'd always love you.Saying, "that's so gay",Or making them behaveIn a gendered way,Is telling themThat it's not okayTo be somethingThey can't help.(And even if they could,Why wouldIt matter?)And it will hurt themForever,And every time you're together,They'll be wondering;"Am I wrong?""Do I really belong?"Every time you say something like,"That's so gay",You burn someone's trust away.And you can't build anything backFrom ash.
You Can't Compare PainAny pain is valid.Some pain might be stronger than others,And might be there for more tragic reasons.But don't tell someone to be tougher.Because someone else has it rougher than them.The person you're saying that toWhile the stuff they're going throughMight not be as bad as stuff others are.It is still pain.And pain hurts no matter what type of rainWhether a drizzle or a downpour.You're still going to feel the ice cold water pelletsOn your skin.I've heard someone say,That you can't be depressed because you have a roof over you head.And while I am very, very sorry that some can't say the same.You should be ashamedFor saying such a thing.Pain is not something that can be ranked,It is not something you can compare.We all still feel depression and despair.Because we're all humans with emotionsEveryone gets sad.So don't go and make someone feel badFor feeling a certain way.
A midnight confessionWhen sadnessenveloped me,I only wishedto put a stampon it,and send it away(the result alwaysthe same:return to sender)
Now you are an angelNow you are an angel,For only angels come when you die.We close our eyes,Hearing your angels lullaby.Now you are an angel.