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the more i seeTake a look at me and tell me how you feel;
For love greater then the sun;
should take more time to steal;
But, heavy heart leads the way;
For me to wait and hear you say;
"I'm sorry for the things I've spoke;
For your heart deserves the most;
But, I love you more then I will ever show;
I just wanted you to know".
Cinderella--after happily everCarla says:
Allready two days after the wedding Cinderella was annoyed. Arthur (i dunno how the prince was called ) just didn't agree on anything with her. She wanted to castle to be pink but he wanted it blue. He acted like a jerk but she loved him so she gave in. But now it's been over a year and she just couldn't deal with him anymore. After the birth of their daughter Angela he had started drinking.
The stress of having a baby in their house was just too much for him. She understood why he drank and was ok with it in the beginning but then he started beating her whenever he had drunk too much.
she sat up every night and cryed until he came in the room
"whats wrong you stupid hoe?" he would yell as he walked into the *royal john* he take a leak
"nothing.. where have you been. its 3 in the morning and Angela has been crying all night?"
Since the wedding Prince Charming had gained about 50 pounds was was starting to form a beer belly and he just didnt s
The Orange LullabyShe walked down Main Street, trying to hitch a ride with anyone who would take a sixteen-year old girl, sopping wet in the rain. But why wouldn't they? What an intriguing person she was. Short hair and as orange as could be. She'd make a great model. Well at least for a 'Kool Aid' commercial.
She wandered up and down the road, thumb up as far as it would stretch with her smile as big as she could get it. Maybe if they thought she was happy, shed look less threatening. As cars drove by and hit the puddles, water would fly from under the tires and splash her. It was almost becoming unbearable. This life style was not something she had wanted, but more or less received like some sort of gift from Satan, burning and keeping in its true wickedness until the right moment. Lights and noise were all that she could concentrate on. Everything else seemed non-existent.
Losing a loved one is hard enough,
backwash+Your just cutting the strings that hold me high,
and laughing while I fall,
Your just kicking me on the ground,
and watching as I crawl.
I cryed myself to sleep last night and though to take my life,
But I tought you would like that to damn much,
I think you would even get the knife.
So hears a owed to you my "friend" for being oh so true,
just remember what you do to others
...they shall do to you.
do u ever feelDo you ever feel like there is something missing?
A key element that makes your life worth living,
You ask yourself all these questions,
Like why cant I be like them?
You're a plant that's been cut at the stem.
A different breed,
A different type,
A specail heart that gives you all that might,
You think about the things you want,
You dream about that all day,
You just want someone to love and thats ok.
You used to be so full of hope,
But now that hope is almost dead,
If only you could use all that anger,
To help your self instead.
You want to be wanted,
You'd love to be loved,
But somehow that just doesnt seem to ever come
My songYou opened my soul and touched my heart,
didnt take long for me to fall back apart,
tourcherd by life and my very own soul,
cant understand why I fell in your hole,
your hole filled with happieness, greatness and joy,
it was all fake and im left here destroyed,
Ill try my best to get back on my feet,
can't promase much but i will not be beat,
loved and then lost and now its all gone,
just toke my heart and tore it apart,
I'll be just fine you just wait here and see,
may not seem like it now but i will be,
love lasts forever or so ive been told,
my hope went from smaller to bigger to bold.
What I MeenGrasping for happiness,
Searching for the light,
for my anger I must fight,
Fight off everything that sad, horrible and unseen,
Fight off everyone that doesn't understand what i mean,
Im not alone in this world,
There are people i know that care,
So im taking every last ounce,
To stay here and bare.
Taken by By DarknessLight can not be taken by darkness,
That could not happen on a day like this,
Britness is the cure for the dose that you missed,
My world is broken but some how I still shine,
the hate is gone and now you can be mine,
Days like this do not come offten,
so this is a specail time,
for all the people just like me,
it is now your time to shine.
Zutara Week 2014, Unrequited - A VillanelleThe things she sees at night abed,
Could curdle your bones, clot your blood;
It comes down to a mitten in snow stained red.
She buries it deep inside her head,
No one can know. Smile. SMILE.
The things she sees at night abed.
It weighs her soul like attached lead,
She won’t show it. She – it’s all his fault anyway!
It comes down to a mitten in snow stained red.
It’s all in the things left unsaid,
How he helps out, lifts her burden, but no matter, it won’t ease
the things she sees at night abed.
Then he takes her aside, a chance to strike him dead.
There are protests all around (except from him) – no she can’t forgive, some things are beyond that.
It comes down to a mitten in snow stained red.
The rains stops. Daggers point. And then onwards does she tread.
She hugs him in forgiveness. That night there’s no more to dread.
Gone are the things she saw at night abed.
That came down to a mitten in snow stained red.
We are all sick..Bacteria,
passed over and over,
from lips to lips,
from finger to finger,
from life to death,
and from soul to soul.
small to big,
dangerous to fatal,
and terrifying to adored.
passed from flowers,
and dark caverns unexplored.
traveling through the air,
into the blood,
into the water,
and into the soul.
All passed by us,
traveled through every passage,
and slipping through every gate.
Some would wonder,
what is the meaning of this poem?
Just to list some things that most are already afraid of?
To waste time of us who have lives?
or does it have a deeper meaning,
that we are all just to blind to see?
Well you see,
but the disability to not see how others see.
The disability that poisons the soul,
that weakens us,
and that will kill some of us.
Some people need to understand,
that before you judge,
or ignore something,
that you gotta think about what the other person might b
The RabbitThe Rabbit
Small in stature, yet enormous in heart
The rabbit plays a noble part.
It asks not of others and only seeks to care and tend
The rabbit is the world’s friend.
It cares not for praise and fame
It only seeks for nerves to tame,
For strife to end
For wounds to mend.
But yet it wonders, if others enjoy its air*
But rabbit that isn’t fair,
Of course we enjoy your presence, your poise
Your kind words, your terms bring joy
You needn’t doubt your place among the rest
You may be new, but your one of our best
In this instance air means “it’s being there”
Ruba'i of MichelRuba'i of Michel
Rulers fell since history
Times change and stay the same
I look outside and still I see
But they claim it's in freedom's name
Everyone may be to blame
I head for my room silently
There can be only one thing true
In my privacy I am really free
Nobody can interfere with me
When I tell my honey
I love you
And I do
all I seeshifting sands
cacaphonic self saturation
all I see
relates to me
Different is GoodWhy do people seem to think
That its good to fit in?
That being different is evil
That not conforming is a sin
All people that conform
They are sheep, you can't trust them
But one who dares to be themselves
Now there's a hidden gem
Just think of who you'll meet
When you decide to just be you
So many fascinating people
And friends who love you true
Those who have a dream
Or a passion, or an art
They bravely face their fears
And can truly touch your heart
If you just be yourself
And love to live and learn
That is truly beautiful
And you help the world turn
Being different is good
Despite what people say
I'm different and I like it
It's easier that way
To My Own Worst Enemy (Writing Prompt)He's knocking on my door again,
He whispers, "You can do that another time."
"Just put it down a minute and then..."
Before I know it, it's a quarter to nine.
I must refuse him, I must --
or else I'll never get anything done.
Before it collects any more dust,
I must force myself to run
To the finish line, and don't give in!
Tell the procrastinator inside, "No way!"
I can finish, I can win!
I will not waste my time -- not today!
A Wicked ShotA thought for thought
Tell me what you’re not
Justify the heart that rots
Fate is the one that loads the gun
While Drama pulls the trigger just for fun
Misconception gets the job done
Betrayal redirects its course
While Euphoria dances on rich remorse
Pandemonium devours the source
Perception tries to ease the pain
But Tension intensifies the strain
And Depression knows it’s all in vain
While the Heart is endlessly pleading
Optimism stops the bleeding
But Assumption begins its feeding
Contentment is the one to infect
While Loyalty attempts to connect
Then Logic becomes the reject
Light begins to fade away
Confusion doesn’t know what to say
With Darkness trying to clear the day
Love has taken its last breath
And Trust has met a lonely death
SheShe is more than a picture,
and She is more than a dream.
Her worth is more than a fling
and Her price costs a ring.
What stricture of kindness
can every Man deem?
That She is to sling
about any who cling?
Why can't She be strong
and full of Her will?
When Her beauty is wrong
She turns to a pill?
Why can't She be proud of all that She is?
and then can She truly be His!
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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