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After The RainAfter The Rain
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls s
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father Time
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry I'm goi
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye
Infused: Trenestrian PrayerThis prayer was said to ward of Varhiin from the Trenestrian race of people.
Trin og lea ro hraag, ur uon lye, Dee Suum.
Tru, Dee Suum, inreg frne, ket Varhiin dro ray.
Reg ol ti so, yre uus frh guntirion Varhiin.
Ma ti Violgeht, inreg Eukrati.
By ti lea re uus, inreg fru'um, aaut ti spil re inreg troen Relitrin, wuus Scal.
Which, based on the rough English translation, means:
Peace to our souls, you kindly grant, Traan.
Without doubt, Traan, our leader, keep Varhiin at bay.
Save for the evil, may us not become overcome by Varhiin.
You the Eternal, our Lord.
By the souls of us, our ancestors, and the blood of all Trenestrains, we P
Oh May This Cloud Never RipWhat is this? No lonely, no need for mind?
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.
Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.
"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."
A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a
Frank's MonologueFRANK: What's happening to me? Why do I feel so strong, so free, so (pauses, takes out pills and looks at them) happy no! (Throws down the pills) These are but just a prescribed opium, a hallucinogen on reality they blind me from the truth, which has NEVER been clearer, NEVER been more brilliant, NEVER been this enjoyable but is the truth worth it? (Takes out the engagement ring) To know how I truly feel about something? (picks up the pills) For the truth, that hurts my beloved but sets me free, or for the suppressor that calms me down, pins me up against the wall of my mind, and allows me to go through life without questi
anonymous.i don't really know
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
i never got why i'm
why i don't know
how to be
my exterior may
but i sure don't
i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
that I pretend to
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.
i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
Infused Preview: Emile Emile is the main protagonist of the novel and series Infused. He is the first point of view the reader experiences during the book. He is a 6'2 Caucasian man, taken in to X-31 Test Facility, located in now-destroyed Manhattan, at age 26, four days before his 27th birthday. Reasons for this unknown, he one day miraculously escapes the facility in hopes of a welcoming outside, but what he finds terrifies him.
Emile has what is most likely the most amazing of all powers in Infused. He has the speed of a cheetah, claws like the head of a swordfish, and one ability with unknown origin; this power is what he calls Copycat. When he drinks the bl
A VisionA Vision
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
MirrorsWhen you look in the mirror
Just say to yourself,
"I am nothing like the rest of them
I am no ones friend"
They try to tell you,over and over again,
That you're pretty too,But
You'll never believe them,
But that non-sense is true,
Honestly,they look plastic and fake
In your mind,that screams perfection.
While you are real and you have your
Tell me why does beauty matter?
So much to you?
Its all societies fault
It is completely screwed
What happened to having brains?
To having a genuine heart?
What matters is more all
Beauty and glamour galore
But one bit of advice I give to you
Look in the mirror
AcheIt comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Letters To God
There's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I
Universal FriendsAs I sit upon my bed,
With my cat shaped hat.
I wonder into my own universe.
I stare into open space.
I think about all the things I have done.
All the things I should have done.
Think of how my future would have turned out.
The people I fought with.
I sit up and look for my Ipod.
I turn it on.
A song comes on.
A song that makes me go back into my universe.
But in this universe.
I don't regret anything or anyone.
Everyday gets better.
I find people.
People I thought I'd never meet.
These people were kind.
These people were thoughtful.
Turned out to be
NecklacesI rise from where I'm sleeping.
I wipe my eyes,to get rid of the sleep.
I sit on the edge of the bed.
Waiting for some inspiration to move.
I lift my hand up to my neck.
And grab whats closest to my heart.
A tiny little necklace.
That will always mean so much.
I hold it in my hand a while.
I close my eyes slowly.
I picture your face when I first saw you.
I remember how I felt.
The feelings run through me.
Like a wave of magic through my veins.
I got my inspiration.
To live another day.
I hold the necklace in my hand.
I hold it very near.
I'll always hold you in my heart.
Even though your no longer here.
What I wanted.Sitting on my bed alone.
Just staring at my Mobile Phone.
You weren't what I wanted.
You weren't what I thought you were.
You never made me feel like I was special.
Never Thought about how I cared about the choices you made.
You are not really what I'm looking for.
I start to bite my nails.
Clean my bedroom when everything else fails.
I think its time for me to give up.
This point of view is getting kinda stale.
And I just sit here on my bed alone.
Staring at my Mobile phone.
You weren't what I wanted.
You weren't what I thought you were.
You weren't the one for me.
Four Evil WordsWe've been together a while.
And I like you a lot.
You make me smile whenever I don't want to.
You mean the world to me and more.
I thought all was good until I heard those words.
Those four little words that broke my heart.
I'm not sure what it means.
But many of the worse things are flying around my head.
But one evil reason is stuck there , never leaving my head.
I'm thinking its the end.
I'm thinking "is this it ?"
Just when I start to get comfy,
You say stuff like this ?
I'm very worried now.
I hope you maybe read this.
To know how scared I am.
That this could be it.
Those four evil words.
That you said.
Sticking to my
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some time
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
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