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One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love
Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road
Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness
Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak
Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
Unto the soul.
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
This unfortunate soul.
NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.
the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
he drew one of his
and I can navigate
by the light of stars
such as these
we are made
Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"
The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.
And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.
Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine
CrescentYou move the waters in me
make them flow along your touch
as you draw your marks and vistas on my skin,
inscribe the doors that open inwards
and let the tides rush in
as I read your letters, my skin still tender from the flame
I hear the sound of the waves
and watch the crescent rise
I know a placeI know a place,
where everything is pure.
Where life is a dance on roses,
and no one ever gets stinged by thorns.
Because nobody can ever be sad, hurt or ill up there,
pain simply doesn’t exist at any rate.
I know a place,
where springs of water becomes eternal life.
Where everybody can taste the water,
and yet nobody can drown.
Because His holyness and love is ever present,
as it embraces everyone in happiness and fill them all.
I know a place,
where the light is good and bright.
Where everything is lit up with goodness and love,
and nobody gets sun burned or feels alone.
Because God has created a Paradise of light up there,
barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
at the moon.
so trickle his days.
he devotes himself to
forcing the torrid and the
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,
sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
striking stone against
but never do
into a single pattern.
over the technicolour platter.
yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca
Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t
GraceA downpour of rain,
Million drops against my skin.
All of them to hide my tears
But each a symbol of my fears.
I walk forward,
Presenting my face,
Hopelessly in chase.
Streams of water that never last,
Washing off from people gone past.
Mixed with tears and blood.
From here I run.
Forward, towards the sun.
But nothing is there,
Not a single success.
Still, I walk forward
Still presenting my face,
Except with undaunted grace.
With not a single look backwards.
ReincarnateThe ringing of my screaming has echoed
In my ears for years
The blood that spattered down my dress
Doesn't haunt me
The pain that ripped through me
Doesn't cause me tears
But the child I was holding
I do weep for
I know not if she was real,
Yet I loved her
I sheltered her in my arms,
Just a mother
I held her as I died,
And I wonder . . .
What became of my child?
My sweet baby girl . . .
The love of my life;
The one I lived for;
The one I died for
It's been centuries since then
I tried to find some record
Of the truth that I had lived
The cellar that I died in --
Does it remain today
nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
insecure about women like
i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
for you, signaling the end of
my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
for the deluded mind
leading to mental intrusions
WordsYour words that pierce like a knife through my skin, hurt worse than a bullet to my heart.
But you don't take the time to think them through. For the love of God won't you stop and hear the cries of a million voices, each one a victim of your ruthless game.
You tear others down to raise yourself up. Your pride gets in the way and eventually you will fall and see what your words do.
Like a needle to my skin, pinpricks to my soul. Selfish you and your stupid tricks.
Is it cool to shoot at someone with the gun that is your mouth? Does it make you feel better to rip others apart.
Look now, you terrible fool, at the physical marks left on your target. This game you play, it isn't cool, it's just sick.
But for the sake of popularity you continue to spit out words of acid burning through someone else.
I hope one day you feel the pain others feel at the cause of your words. I hope one day someone puts you in your place and makes you feel as low as others now feel.
Then maybe you'll learn to un
Ragged blue cuts through midni Mask
Ragged blue cuts through midnight black,
three lines styled after the beast within.
Cold amber, jaded and hard,
bright eyes that burn
your very soul.
mouth; wordless and silent.
Neither salvation nor mercy,
only the damning silence
for the condemned.
The left eye; underscored
with a single triangulated tear,
“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,
who needs eyes motherfucker I can feel
Silent damnation in that amber glass,
No mercy will fall from these lips.
No expression for this mask,
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