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
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.I have no answer for this question.The more I search my brain,The more I feel inadequate.I cannot fathom the correct answer.Didn't I study this for hours?Why is your intellect basedOn such trivial things?Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.Why don't I know what to write?This test is a nightmare.Why can't I get this right?The only thing about me I was proud ofHas now vanishedBecause my textbook knowledgeWasn't up to par.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobI expected a knight in shining armour but you werejust a boy, just a boy.ii. Jonnyyou flirted and you teased and you kissed meat midnight on new year’s eve and set the tonefor that whole god-forsaken year.iii. ThomasI could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.iv. Liamfriends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen andfriends shouldn’t drink gin together andfriends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, andfriends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart andI’m still sorry.v. PeteI expected just a boy but you werea knight in shining armour, silver to the prettyivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and foundonly don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusingto be saved.vi. Helenwe were drunk and you were more beautifulunder the harsh car park lights than I had noticed beforeand you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup andwe still laugh about it now.vii. Na
Dear MeDear me, I know we've had disagreementsAnd that we don't always see eye to eye,But the last thing I want for youIs to feel like you have to say goodbye.Dear me, I know you've been hurting a whileAnd I know that you're sick of the misery,But just keep holding on a day at a timeAnd someday you'll find yourself set free.Dear me, I know you've been crying.I've seen your demons give chase.Smile instead for things will get better.Wipe those tears off your pretty face.Dear me, I know your heart is breaking,Like your being is shattered in two,But please, don't give up just yet.The survival rate is too few.Dear me, I see that you're struggling,That you feel like you're on the brink.But keep pushing forward, keep fighting.You're much stronger than you think.Dear me, I feel so proud of you.You've made it out alive.You're happy now with all you've gained.You've reached all for which you did strive.
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,You were the first to say "hello".And you did so with beaming joy.When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,You were the one who sat by my side.And listened with an open heart.When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.And you made me feel like somebody.When I thought of so many reasons to die...You became my reason to live...And I will never forget that.
Broken Dreams"Go ahead, dream big," they liked to tell you."Send your hopes up to the sky."They told you that whatever you believed in,Those happy thoughts in the back of your brain,It could all be true if only you believed. That's all they said you needed to do, right?To believe it was possible?Sure, there were also mentions of hard work,Mentions of putting in effort.But every time, you were told to believe.And you believed with all your heart.Your dreams were larger than the earth itselfStretching and growing far out of ordinary grasp.And you worked hard too.You wanted that dream more than anything.You longed for the happy future it offered.But there's a problem with large dreams.You see, the bigger your dreams are,And the more time and effort you invest in them,The more it hurts when it all comes crashing down.
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,and not in the humorous way,not like the, I'm “going” insane waybecause I am Insane.I'm insane in the sense that I can hearthings that aren't necessarily there,things that burrow their little bodiesinside of my ears.And insane in the way I see things, things thatyou can't see. And trust me it'snothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,not a special power that I harness.This is schizophrenia.This is a delusion so real and “natural”that you can't tell whether it's imaginationor something unnaturalThis is a nightmare that never goes away,that a pinch to the arm only angers morethan medications that are supposed to stopthe mental sores.These are arms so red and angry,because pinching doesn't work,but you pinch and pinch and pinchin order to maintain some sort of normality.And these next few lines are not todote down on Christians, becauseI'm one of you. Just God'sforsaken child, I
god is lovei want to scream god is love. i want to hide god is love i want to cry god is love i want to give up god is love i want to fight. god is love. i want to hate. god is love i want to die. god is love i want to disappear but god is love. i want to cry god is love. never give up dear friends for we are not alone for god is love dear friend reverse thinking for inspiration . it does not matter which religion you are. we are his children there is light in the darkness donnot give up
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
The futurethe path widensstepping slowlytoward something unknowna nervousness followsa curiosity takes overnow sprintingand we run to embrace the future
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.
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