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
You Are BeautifulHey there friend,I have something I need to tell you -You are beautiful.Whether you are a cute little pixieOr a voluptuous goddess;Whether your body is a rolling landscapeOr a smooth, flat tropical beach.This is something I really must stress -You are beautiful.Whether your hair is blondeOr brown or blackOr red or green,Long or shortOr tied up at the backOr not there at all -You are beautiful.Whether you wear short skirtsOr button-up shirts,Or torn up jeansAnd band t-shirts;Whether you dress all in pinkOr blue or blackOr every colourTo the sky and back -You are beautiful.Whether you don your make-upLike war paint,Or you wear none at all -You are beautiful.Whether your body is an art galleryOf scars and stretch marks,Or as smooth as honey;Whether you hang out in parksOr libraries or malls or bars -You are beautiful.Whether you stride aroundAs the magnificent force you are,Or you ride a wheelchairLike royalty in a carriage -You are beautiful.Whethe
For those who are teasedPity thosewho throw knivesat your back,for you'vedevelopedsteel armor,and they're leftwith porcelain skin,and broken knives.
he saved me, but he killed me._i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest. it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes you walked out, your five year old eyes greener thansunlit saplingsyou reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me."what's your name?"daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.I looked at the rose in my hand."Rose."you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.i didn't understand but I knew.ii. i forgot about you for 1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,you shoutedmy name, but i didn't recognize youuntil i saw your eyes.iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.i screamed, and you carried me home.iv. i didn't talk for a week. i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.you sat next to me in the pouring rain,your war
Anxiety attackAs the attack begins,I feel myself slipping away again.And I question things that are better left unsaid.And contemplate if I am better off dead.My anxiety is killing me,I feel my hands shaking.And I am sobbing.And am I dying?I am just trying,To get a grip.But I feel my reality slip through my finger tips.Nothing is real,Except every bit of pain my mind forces me to feel.Every memory that I had shoved away.Is now racing around my brain.It's driving me insane.And my limbs turn to jello.Every time my head hits the pillow,Before I go to bed.I start to panic and I am wide awake instead.More thoughts are swarming around like a hurricane.Please,Make it stop!And just like that,The attack is gone.
Humans Are Like RagdollsMaybe humans are like ragdolls.Some of us are manufactured,With stitches that are a bit off.And we get put back on the shelf.While others are made perfectly,Included with bows and pretty dresses.But eventually we all get loose strings,And we become such tattered, worn out things.We all eventually pull at these loose endsUntil we all unravel.And some can be sewn back together,While others are broken forever.
BipolarThere's that moment when I wake up in the morning,And without a warning.I feel myself plunge into the ocean.As my thoughts drown me,Like anchors tied to my ankles.And I feel the water all around me.I am being consumed by the sea,Of me.My mind is my own worst enemy.There's that moment when I wake up in the morning,And I get that feeling.In my chest,But it's not pain.I feel like I am actually sane.Or maybe a little more than that,I feel creativity and happiness,And just plain joy.I can't describe this emotion,I just know that I actually feel alive.Maybe even more than that.And I can laugh and I am okay.But then there is the next day.And the next,Until it all goes away.And then I am neutral.I am not manic.I am not depressed.I am not anything.I feel bored, irritated.I don't know what I am.Just plain, nothingness.I don't feel creativity flow through my finger tips,I feel this might be a sinking ship,As neutral,Fades to the next hour or so.And I am once aga
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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