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Suicide and guiltIt annoyed me when you talked to me
It hurt when you laughed
It stung when you pushed me
It roared when you punched me
It stabbed when you slapped me
It made me cry when they didn't believe me
It made me happy when I stabbed myself
And you ask yourself why?
Ghost in the mirrorThe only pain that I see is yours
The only tears I see are yours
The only one screaming
Wishing for help is you
The only insecurity that I see is yours
The only sadness that I see is yours
The only one screaming
For helping in the the night is you
The only cold glare I see is yours
The only ghost eyes I see is yours
The only love
The only pure hatred i see is mine
I am the reason why you're sad
I am the only that made you so cold
I am the demon that threw away your
I am the one that gave you
And I am your ghost
I am your friend
I am your lover
And also your angel
Am the reason why you are what you are now
And that is why I had to go
Had to leave you
Go on say it Go on yell it!Go on say it
Go on yell it
I know you want to
Yell all those hurtful things about me and my race
Be cause we're different, I'm different, he, she, all of us are different
Yell that I'm black!
My skin colour doesn't represent me
Yell at my personality not my looks
be stereotypical to me
Just because your scared!
You yell that I'm the one who did this
I hurt them
I'm not supposed to be alive
Yell that I'm a freak!
Accuse me of all those things
Insult me, cuss at me, hit me, punch me!
Just because your scared
And when you get hit back
When you get hit
You'll run to me
Scared, tail behind your legs
You'll ask for help
Well SCREW YOU!
I should say
I'm not like you
Because I'm not like you
I will not hit
And if that person attacks I'll let it happen
Because I'm used to it
I don't care anymore about emotional pain
If that person try's to hit me I'll dodge and I will cont
dont leave medont leave me
sometimes when i sit alone
thinking to myself
thinking, thinking, thinking
and ill remember you
you wont remember me
no one ever does
im the girl who sits alone
who stays in the back
being left alone
you would stay there and talk to me
and id talk to you
we'd play harry potter in the painted clock tower
youd be snape and do that weird voice
then someone would burst out laughing
no one realises my pain
that i live everyday
thinking 'bout my best friend
leah my friend leah
im on my knees
dont leave now
dot leave me in the dark to cry and sit alone
so if one day you come to this webiste and look at this poem
remember me because your my friend
.....my one and only
Black night pt 1K SO ITS 2 AM IM TIRED BUT IM DOING THIS FOR YOU LOT SO HERE WE GO EITHER YOU LIKE IT OR IF U HATE IT GET OUT OF HERE......IM TIRED AND SLIGHTLY INSANE
Thunder crackled above the nightridden shores of dark mouldy rock,waves crashing ravenously against the ragged clifface.The black sky shreiked petrifyingly as it surrounded a fire.the fire was small but strong it danced gracefully over the moon like it was real.A whimper came from a dark gloomy under-grove of bushes.
It was two wolf cubs.One cub was bigger than the other clearly stating he was a boy,he had a black pelt with a thick wisp of grey going from his grey handkerchief neck to his ash grey torso,the tip of his tail was tinged white which stood out.eyes pure white and pupilless all that there was was the black shines in his eyes.
The smaller cub obviously female due to her slender features and slim face was ash grey she had a black under belly and stripes that faded away as they got further down her body.her tail was tinged black
Okay so i was on amazon looking for animal stuff when i saw it A 41 INCH LAYING DOWN WOLF FOR ONLY $14.99 YEAH! Its coming on the 11th YAY!!!!
Its huge fluffy soft and its realistic
HEYZY FELLOW WOLVES NOW DIS IS A IMPORTNINTO MESSAGEH
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ITS QUITE SIMPLEZ FAVYS AND COMMENTIO
HOPES USE HAVE LUCKS WOLVES IM REALLY HYPER IVE HAD A BOX OF SUGER TODAY AND NOOOOOOOO SKOOLS CAUSE IT SNOWZYS
BYEZYBYES...ohh look a pennys...its so SHINY!!!
The walk with the worldOkay i no good at the english at times i usually get google translaite I used google
When the time to run is upon us
And we have all lost hope
We have walked on the land like the humane creatures we are
Born of fire, rage,fear
Causing chaos and death
Fore where we lay,
But the creatures
They walk with the land
With no fear or rage
The wolf who listens to the forest
Its amber eyes in which it sees the silver of loyalty
The bear who teaches us where we are and why we were made
The owl who guides us along the path to peace
The otter that swims in the river of souls
The fox that is smart and swift
The dragon in which its fire that burns deep in our hearts
And the cat...the one who teaches us what love loyalty,and how to be one with the world.
In memory of Holly who died at the age of 17 caused by diabetes
And Griffin who was ran over by a car while trying to help my other cat,tigger
And Alex the kitten of love who was ran over by selfish humans that think only of what they want
breathe that soul straight down my throatyou are my full-lipped muse
and half-lidded siren
humming a broken chorus
breathing to a metronome
sighing in crescendo
an evangelizer of acoustics
the ministry of instrumentals
I've been baptized
in your anarchist hymns
you've made me a believer
of vinyl and a religion without god
The EndAll gone, all gone.
No sorrow anymore, no more wandering.
All lost, all gone.
No hunger, no fear, no worry.
All saved and won.
HomeI will board the metal of the sky;
And let it fly me across an undiscovered puddle.
To where, we are going to touch down, the rock screams with my blood.
Slowly will we land, all our eyes filled with the sheep of sleep.
Then I shall slide down, and let my feet rest on the earths hair of soil.
The clouds can stroke my hair while I taste it's foggy air for the first time.
Here, I can never fall, the old magic wrapping me up in the pebbled buildings, streets, and walls.
The lands blanket waves, its lines the colours of true bold.
As the wind pushes it on, I can hear it whisper the lovely word:
VoicesWalking as a child on desolate wild ways
a voice would often call
“Come to me child, come to me.”
It was not to be heard, it was in my mind
wafting like waves on a shore
ebbing soft then strong
“I know you. I know you!” I would cry!
Now that I am grown
that voice has become a chorus
they beckon to me always
cross vast distances they call
“Come to us child, come to us!”
“Let us share with you our pain!”
“Let us know that we are not alone!”
“Please help us find our way!”
V. L. Croasdell 1992
The CloudThe black cloud is like a smothering blanket, blocking out the sun and draining all the color from my world.
It leaves everything lifeless. The sun is still there, but its warmth is gone, stolen by the cloud and replaced with trembling, bitter cold.
I can't find another to lend me their warmth. I'm frozen in place, and the weight of the darkness is too much to bear. It's crushing me.
So I run to You, the only light I can see now. I run to the shelter of Your wings, Your warmth, and Your light. And I let the waterfall flow from my eyes. You keep me safe until the cloud is swept away in the wind and the sun shines again, like it always does.
And then You hold my hand as we walk together.
This Ugly Little ChurchThis Ugly Little Church
My church is an ugly building, all dull and boring grey-brown brick, with overhanging angles to the roof
It looks more like a spaceship than a place of worship to be sure
I don’t go to that church anymore, or any church, more due to apathy than an active desire not to attend
I remember the time someone threw a burning tire onto the roof of the church, tried to burn it down
The scorch marks are still there
I also remember when some men broke in and spray-painted pentagrams on the altar, and stole the tabernacle
They trashed the community hall where charity fundraisers are held, stole everything families had donated; since no one got killed the newspapers treated it as a victimless crime
I used to go to that community hall when I was in Scouting
I just wish I’d gone to church more often because soon they’ll have to close it, the attendance is just too low
The kids grew up and don’t care about attending anymore, I grew up and don’t car
Hark! You Linger StillNot the wind, the rain, nor the driven snow
would ever, could ever, should ever know
Just how deep your roots go
Spread through the soil like so many fingers
Deep in the earth a part of you lingers
After the flesh has gone and you've been stripped of leaves
Deep deep down a part of me grieves
But rejoice! There you still live, even after your trunk gives.
Waiting to grow and spring forth anew!
Even though this won't be the same you.
Hark! The sun and the earth they do know
How far you've fallen, just to regrow.
Chakrathe Tree of Life is in your hands
the winding of your veins
up and down and through your arms
it ends up in your heart
pulsing Blood is your own story
a tale that’s told in cells
shrinking down in four dimensions
hidden by old Mimir’s holt
on and on into obscurity
hidden by the Veil of Maja
you are a piece of eternity
your final end is God
izvor sufletescvom devenii cândva mai mult
decât suma născocirilor noastre
egali cu spiritele cosmice
prin pură imaginație
din spațiu și timp
ajungând mai mult decât oarba mare?
sau ne dedicăm întreagă energie vitală
și hrănim marele colector:
vortexul proiecției psihice
cărui portal zeiesc
ne curăță individual
pietruind-ne fără nici o îndoială
drumul către stele
să nu aflăm nicicând mersul drept
voi eșua eu oare mental
să redirecționez curenții făr de glas -
oare acest stomac nesățios
va coopta pentru totdeauna?
vom fi mai mult cândva decât trepte ultrascurte
planuri de construcție-n colapsuri universale
de reînnoire informativă?
Copernic, Galileo și Leonardo
singuri într-o lu
my pain, my sorrowmy pain, my sorrow
im not popular
nor thin nor normal
im in the darkness and all i can see
is the darkness of ones laughter
three, four, five
i cry inside
but i dont show it
i try to stay strong but
eventually i snap
what i did im not proud of
im not popular
nor thin nor normal
im the devil
im the thing that burns in your heart pounding against your ribs
screaming to get out
im the thing nightmares are made of
i keep people going when their sad
i make the villans
i make grief
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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