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ProphecyWould you fall in love
if I asked you to
If not with me
then someone new
So you can feel the joy and pain
that I do
I wish that I could
Blame you for
The aching and
Love's broken door
So I don't have to see myself
the way I do
I fall silent
But I can't hide it
And I've tried it
But the ghost remains
I stabbed you with
my beating heart
And thought that we
were torn apart
But I knew I was pushing you
the way I do
I drew you in
and held you close
And said that I
love you the most
But you were gone and I respond
how I do
Tears are spilling
I'll be alone again
Of the NightIm sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the sun to rise. I stare at my reflection in the mirror across from me. A blur. If I took a closer look at myself I would see the pain, etched in the creases of my forehead. As my eyes slide from the blurry mass they focus on something crystal clear. I see him laying there. Perfect and still. An angel. I could weep just watching him breathe, in and out. So content. Only the hint of a smile painting those precious lips. Those lips...
How those lips touched my flesh, making my skin burn with an aching desire. Whispering to me....Urging me on..."Come for me"...So much strength in those three little words that moved me to comply...over and over again.
I inhale sharply allowing a tear to fall onto my bare thigh. Blinded by the vision I close my eyes, although the image is burned inside my mind like the flash of a camera. The rise and fall of his ch
Hanging There ..Part IVI was hovering over a small town. I saw a factory building that for some reason...I just knew I was employed there....family owned or something. That is the feeling, the impression I had. Talk about strange. The journies I had been taking still didn't quite add up in my mind....though I am sure they would eventually. There is a reason for everything. Everything has its' meaning....its' purpose...At that moment my purpose was to take a smoke break with my co-workers. My conciousness hovered over the figure representing myself. I could almost feel the tightening in my chest caused by each drag. I was completely unaware of what I did for a living...but...there I was. Our little group's attention was momentarily drawn to a figure approaching us. A handsome man wearing a white robe and sandals. Birkenstocks to be precise. His face was gentle and his eyes were a
Hanging There...Part IIIAlone without a body...I realised I was inside of mine. I was inside of my womb. Everything was still and quiet. Suspended there, I felt a 'fluttering' ...as if something were moving inside of me. Within my womb. I could see a warm glowing light filtering in through the walls. I could see the blood pulsing through my own veins and capillaries. The inside of my skin around my abdomen ...stretched around this moving cluster. What was that?...A baby? twins?...No. I saw something silver shimmer for an instant. I moved closer. This cannot be right. Fish? Several long silver and black fish pressed tightly to eachother ...and moving. I could not help but feel a sense of motherly affection for them. It was if I was checking in to see if they rested safe and sound in thier bed. It was at this moment I felt them
Hanging There...Part III pressed the appropriate button on my boot, feeling myself shift slightly, I found my conciousness drifting over mountains, tall rocky peaks and buildings with wicked looking spires and gargoyles. The mech dog was not present any longer though I knew it would be safe and hidden until I was ready to retrieve it. I saw the monastery in the distance and I descended towards it....just a conciousness with no body. So this is where I am to look first. I will need eyes...I thought as I drifted into the body of one of the monks. He had no idea I was there. If he did know...he sure didnt seem like it. His body felt so peaceful and at ease...I felt myself sigh. Myself being the monk. I walked around the courtyard for a long while until I felt myself "pull out" of the monk. Once again just a conciousness. The seperation was cold and I almost had a sense of despair. Why had I become the m
Hanging There...part IThe battle presses on. Uniforms scatter this way and that. We sought refuge in the treetops. Our home, our house ...the dwelling. It's up there...if not unstable. Parking the mechanical dog by the fire, he watched me from the loft. Was that concern on his face?....or displeasure? I wave and sort of smile in my blue tafeta torn prom gown... My make-up streaming down my cheeks almost on purpose. I lift my skirts exposing my worn jeans beneath and my black heavy boots... I daintily climb the steps with the grace of a thundering herd of elephants. His posture remained poised...as if to snap at any moment. Dressed stiffly in a white button up shirt and expensive black slacks, he had one hand in his pocket with his weight shifted over the opposite leg. How GQ. It wasn't until I reached the second to the last step that I felt the house move. He seemed
AddictedAbandoned all hope
desire has fled
the cup is bare
as I yearn
it is lifted
out of reach
How I wanted
to fill it
let it spill over
the parched earth
your parched soul
don't walk away
don't shut me out
How I just wanted
to some music
talk about a book
be with you
isn't it funny
seems to rhyme
The ChallengeWhy can you not
open up to this
what I am tasting
You are just not
where I am at
Not in that place
Where I stay
the rest of the world
I dance on that rope
I could fall
but do I care?
who says falling
cannot be flying
Who says darkness
cannot be known
When I take
Can I take
you with me
Why can you not
enfold me in your arms
What lay before you
I just am not
some fragile glass
Im made of more
then flesh and blood
beneath the surface
I breathe you inside
I could drown
but do I care?
Who says drowning
cannot be drinking
who says darkness
cannot be known
when I take
will you swim
along side me
and not fear this?
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
12.5%see to it that i drink
away this mad, hopeful
all these ghosts
are quiet now; clouds
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
you burn like cheap whiskeyand to me
you are like
an alcoholic's liver cancer
slowly killing me
In Your Very Presence Alone...Author's Note: Please don't be deterred by the stereotypical opening lines. I know there are a million poems out there that start off by comparing a girl to a flower, but mine goes so SO much deeper than that. Please give me a chance?
You're like a flower, Delicate and bright
Your fragrance is so sweet and graceful,
As are the gentle contours of your soft face,
And your lips, and your eyes, filled with such color and life
To rival every bloom which came before you.
You are innocent, untouched and untainted by the faults of human kind,
And though so fragile, here you stand against the wind, the sun, and the frost
And your unwavering spirit is ever stronger.
You are pure and a dreamer.
The blissful escape to imagination and the impossible
Are all made possible by your very presence alone.
And they are confirmed and made real
When we touch, when you look into my eyes...
You're like the Spring which stands for new life,
New beginnings and forgiveness of the past.
Every sign of win
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
ElementOh, to be the ground upon which he walks
I hear the grass sigh with every step.
Oh, to be the air in which he breaths in
Passing between those lips in elated flight.
Oh, to be the light that kisses his skin
How the sun drinks of him for it's brightness.
Oh to be the pool in which he bathes
As the water would surely become holier thus.
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