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LossMy body is pounding with fear,
From my eye leaks a single tear,
For I have lost those I hold dear,
And I have no one else,
But one peer.
ReachingHis arms reach out towards her,
Forever reaching but never touching,
His arms remain empty to this day,
Hoping for a love he'll never have.
Keeper Of My HeartTears run cold down my face
My hand lifts up to a final wave
My foot takes an unconsious step forward
My heart is leaving with him
My breath hitches
As I watch him leave
For he will never come back
For I will never look upon him again
Nor will I hear his voice
Or feel my heart
He is the keeper of my heart
Strong and sturdy
Tough and terrifying
I will forever love him
Even though paths will never again link together
TimeYour love set me free
But now I have to go
Nevermind your tears
Or voice calling my name
You have my heart
That is all you can have
That is all that I can give you
No matter what you say
I must get out of here
Away from your face
Your love which consumes me
My silent love
You must stay safe
I can not lose you
So I must move away
You can not see me again
But never forget
Nor ever lose memory
Of the time I spent with you
FutureThe flutter of my heart
The flash of my eyes
The flush of my skin
Is because of you
The rush of love
The reminder of beauty
The reward of happiness
Is because of you
The wedding band
The wishing hard
The wondering when
Is because of you
The kiss you give
The touch I miss
The love we give
Is because of us
The white flowers
The virgin colours
The pressing walk
Is for us
The linking hands
The exchanging vows
The pecking on the cheek
Is because of us
My love for you is eternal
You are now forever mine
To death do us part...
For better or worse...
For richer or poorer...
Your hand is on my stomach
My hand in your hair
Our breaths soft and calm
Is for our future
Come with me oh sweet husband, lover, friend
Hold my hand to the future
The future that we will forever spend together.
The future that we will never spend apart
Walking Away"NO!" I screamed, running at the source of my fury. Tackling him around the waist, I brought him to the floor, raining pounds on any vulnerable flesh that was available. I wouldn't let him near what was mine, I wouldn't let hime hurt what I loved anymore. He was never going to control me again.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around me from behind and lifted me off the now prone body of my target. Attacking blindly behind me, I felt flesh aginst flesh. The confirmation that I had hit something precious came in a shout next to my ear. "It's me!It's me! For goodness sake, stop it!" snapped me out of my frenzy as I recognised the voice from behind me. Stopping my attempt at violence, I turned to look at the face I hadn't seen in almost twenty years.
Open mouthed,I prodded his face to see if his real. Seeing my finger touch his unshaved cheek, long lost memories plagued me, the times we had shared, the times he had left, the day he disappeared. My anger renewed, I started attacking the man that had
SilenceIt is there
When I ask if he still loves me
And the rebounding quiet screams
His unspoken response.
And the occasional reluctant verbal translations:
"I don't want to talk about this"
"We are not having this conversation"
Codify this as the official language of our domestic domain.
"Only silence is spoken here."
It is there
When I ask my child:
"Why have you done this thing?
Endangered yourself, hurt me, hurt others,"
And her reply consists only of a murderous glare.
How dare I break the house rule and speak the forbidden tongue?
And I'm left to wonder if she even cares.
Do my words even matter?
Am I even here at all?
It is there
When my best ideas are offered aloud.
Did I misinterpret the fact that I was elected to this position?
Was it a perception of reticence that was my sole qualification?
My words echo off the walls in the absence of noise that follows,
Meriting nary even an acknowledgment,
Just the deafening roar of soundlessness
Admonishing me for
Breaking this hallowed silence
Their StoriesI've read so many stories,
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams
I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight
I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy
I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?
I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
then he wavedhis fingers are harp strings,
tall blades of grass, cowering with a breeze,
a howl escaping them.
the notes with the wind curve across dunes,
mountainous joints curl with each pull,
sand escapes through protective eyelashes,
spreading its wings, gritty feathers,
enveloping a woman,
wearing time on her face like a veil,
she imagines the rugged strings
vibrating against her satin fingers
are the throats of songbirds,
cut from their beaks.
her tears and soft sobs write songs for the harp
he left near a window from which she
saw him smile to her for the last time.
So Far ForwardIt's those moments,
When someone you used to know
Everything is familiar,
The love that was there, feels odd.
Remember all the times,
Good, and bad.
Though you're unsure if you could ever have more.
It's as if the chapter ended,
And you're wondering,
If they could ever be apart of your novel.
You've gone so much forward,
They're still so far behind.
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
Light Glazed in DarknessMy heart is an Emotional Symphony that plays many diffrent notes it show's my emitons that's glazed in the light of darkness. will I be able to play a wave of emotions for you. can you hear the symphony of the heart playing loud and strong pushing agaisnt the winds it brushes through the trees and echo's you're name but if you can't hear it. I'll place my tears in the sky so you can catch them as falling stars but will they stay stars or become tears again. the symphony is ended the one that plays my soul's sweet music ♥
Fiction or Fact Fiction or Fact
We all know heroes
In real life and fake
They stand for something
That we all need
A light in the dark
A flicker, a spark
Is all we need
There is evil
And that's just a part of life.
Guns and grenades
Are as common
As flags at a parade.
We all grow up
Seeing and knowing
Of the violence
That lies deep within
Each and every one of us
Most have control
Most have something to live for
Most have something called love,
That cancel out the evil
But that is not true of all
There is always the dark
Full of unknown fears
That leave their mark
Don't follow that spark,
The light that glows brighter
Burning a hole through the dark
I wish I knew
How to fix the world
How to fix the people
Who can't fix themselves
For every hero
There is a villain.
For every life
There aren't enough willing.
Life is worth living
But we can't always look past
The titles we have given
Can't always decipher
Fiction from fact,
Compassion in the a
LoveLove; we all need love in this world,
But God, how do we tell if it's just lust for a girl?
The devil has my mind in a twirl,
Lord, do you feel what I feel?
Can you heal this sick appeal?
You always stop, you try to stop,
But you get addicted.
And when you think you've made on top,
That's when you drop,
It's back to hell; back to reality,
Can't you tell you're a monster loving lustfully?
Once you're done, there's nothing left but emptiness,
Where's this happiness that the media promised?
If only you knew it was a lie, all lie,
There's no love truer than the one in sky.
But why, why do I give in to the lies?
My heart and my mind are at different parts of life,
So God, I pray for that day you come a take my pain away.
To love youTo hold you is to live,
To kiss you is to breathe,
To see you smile is to be happy.
To see you go is to die,
To argue with you is sadness,
To see you cry is to be torn.
To see you have left is unimaginable,
To see the pity in people's eyes is to feel ashamed,
To see my life wrecked is to be ruined.
To love him forever is to say the truth
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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