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You,Me Light,NightTry as I might,
I lost my fight.
Only at night,
Do the demons come out to play.
For the angels in the day,
Have finally gone away.
Sometimes I still pray,
As I watch my dreams decay.
What could I possibly gain?
These angels brought pain,
Sorrow and even abuse.
These angels sided with you.
How could this be?
Your Angels have forsaken me.
It made me free.
Now my demons fight for me.
They understand the Beast,
The monster, the theft,
You made inside of me.
So I fight for the dark,
And you for the light?
Everything not black and white.
LiesLies bring me loving Misery.
Lies drown me in sweet agony.
Lies show me beautiful despair.
Lies they never care.
Lies its never fair.
Lies I bury them inside.
Lies nowhere you can hide.
Lies they let me fly.
Lies how they make me cry.
Lies I want to die.
Reason WhyMy Reason why
I tried to tell you but my voice failed me
I wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't let me
I went to fight but me strength left me
I yearned to live but life denied me
That's my suicide
The Timeless Hanging TreeDeep in the meadow
There is a willow
They say is hollow
That's waiting for me
To one day set me free
Angels sing as bodies swing
From the timeless hanging tree
Sometimes spirits scream
Praying its a dream
That their fate is a lie
Souls throughout time
Would rather die by a broken spine
They go three by three
To the timeless hanging tree
The dead come to the next to die
As loved ones part
Pain grips your heart
Find new ways to cope
You have a necklace of rope
Won't you come in swing with me
On the timeless hanging tree
The Dark Side Of The MoonRoya woke up to the smell of coffee and wet dog. Grumbling as she brushed her black and white hair from her face. She was ambushed last night and brought to this house. She was told that she would be part of experiment. Royas' small frame seemed dwarfed by the room she was currently in. Deciding not to waste her time sitting around waiting for her new 'roommate' to find her; she swung her small but toned legs over the bed grabbing a robe before she headed downstairs.
"Well explains the wet dog smell." She said while sighing. A man with dark skin and tense muscles stood in the kitchen his back facing her. He was obviously a werewolf...Great they trapped her in a house with the bloody werewolf. She inwardly cursed at herself for being so stupid. Not only did she get kidnapped but she got kidnapped it has to be around a flea infested mutt.
“I can’t say the same thing about you…Leach but you know the blood smell” He’s deep voice rumb
My Stitched Up Angel“Dear child do not cry.” A handsome young man dressed like an Egyptian said to a shattered girl on the ground. The man sets work on stitching her back together with thick black bread that stood against her flawless marble skin. It was a good few hours before he finally picked her up completely the poor girl was out cold so he gently picked her out carrying her the 7 miles it took to get to his house. Once inside he gently laid her on a bed in the guest room and left her to sleep it off. You see this young man knew exactly who… Or what this girl was and what happened to her. The Egyptian pass the time by cleaning his fairly clean house. Only stopping when he hears light stumbling footsteps from down the hall.
“Who are you?” the young tall beautiful woman asked in an angelic voice. She was using the doorframe to help balance her obviously still not well enough to walk on her own.
“ I’m Nile the witch Doctor who stitched you up.” Nile answe
Blessed curseIt was a rainy night a young man and woman sat in the small cozy living room with a fire going, drinking coffee. The woman had tapered blue-purple-black hair, rainbow eyes and sun kissed tan skin , swirl tattoos covering her body that seemed to move, wearing black sweat pants with a fitted blue tank top that had ‘I dare you’ written in purple cursive. The man had red-black trimmed hair, gray eyes, olive skin, circle tattoos and was wearing black and red striped sweatpants with no shirt.
“Armada?” the man asked from the couch.
“Yeah?” Armada said watching the rain fall.
“How are you holding up?” the man asked turning his head watching his friend with concern. Armada simply looked at him raising an eyebrow. “It’s the anniversary of the night Comatose left” the man pressed.
“I’m fine Ring. That was six years ago. We were 15 then. He’s not coming back so why let him live in my head rent free?
Cupids ArrowIt only hurts because you care.
An arrow shot through the air.
Its Cupid he hit you hard.
Now you’re alone in the dark.
The magic is gone.
It didn’t last long.
Your heart hit with a dart.
Just pull it out.
Nothing worse than women’s scorn.
Shot cupid even the score.
All his sweet lies.
The blue snakes eyes.
This is how it ends.
Cupid’s arrow is a curse.
He leaves in a hearse.
All is fair in Love and war?All is fair in Love and war?
Is it worth fighting for?
We’re simply killing the world.
It’s the innocent who fight.
So tell me is this right?
Love and war has burned paradise.
Was it really worth the price?
Blood stained peace is the prize.
Is it a surprise?
Some lived but didn’t learn.
I guess in the end…
All is fair in love and war.
I Built A HouseI built a house
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
μέσα στο χάος του κενού
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
εκεί στο πάτο του βυθού
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
σ' όλα τα αστέρια του ουρανού.
Rub'i of DisillusionYou ask of my health, and my well being -
I smile, reply; for what you are seeing
foreshadows what I am, disillusioned:
What I imagined in you... gone... fleeing
The PromiseLet me tell you friends of a long forgotten tale,
of a love so strong that not even death could fail.
It happened many years ago, in a land far away,
there once was a small town settled near the bay.
And in this town was a maiden most gentle and fair,
filling everyone's hearts with joy just by being there.
With long blond hair and a manner so kind,
she was a beautiful soul that was rare to find.
Then by chance one day she met a youth,
it was love at first sight, that is the truth.
From then onwards they were an inseparable pair,
With nothing they didn't do together or share.
Slowly walking arm in arm, with an up-most smile,
enjoying each others company all the while.
It wasn't long before he asked her to become his wife,
as she replied "Nothing would make me happier in life."
So much in love, they forgot the world around them,
but its here that their story becomes quite grim.
For upon them a bitter war had been declared,
all eligible men were called, none were spared.
Our lovers had to
SwaddledWhen born and swaddled in mother's arms
to them our eyes hold infinite possibilities
Our innocence shines but for a sec
Soon stained with sin's misdeeds
We grow and change from who we were
Into ourselves which we now know
Far from the swaddled child, so soon after birth
And far from our parent's goal...
Let It GoTake my pride, mortify me,
show me all the things I did not turn out to be.
Twist the truth, call the lies,
tell me you are satisfied.
Spit in my face, step on my faith,
call back all my forgotten wraith.
Break my skin, draw my blood,
invoke all the demons that i got.
Paint me black, color me white,
show me the shade lurking in the night.
Take my veins, cut them open,
make me realize my blood is frozen.
Offer your shoulder, let me cry,
my body will fall but my soul will fly.
YesterdayI walk along the river
and get to where it turns
but the land cuts off
and the water is too cold
I cannot see what’s on the other side
it makes me think of you
and all the secrets that you hide
Strands fly in the wind
as I stand behind
watching you turn every shell
looking for the most beautiful one.
I can’t help but watch and laugh
because I’ve already found it.
but I bite my lip
and hold it all back.
You cup a bit of water in your hands
watching your reflection ripple
but you just can’t see
everything that I see.
You turn to me and smile
it makes me forget who I am
and just for a moment
I let go, I forget.
Sometimes I feel like I’m floating
and sometimes I feel like I’ll fall.
But what is the difference,
if I never floated at all?
So I’ll take just one second
an infinity in time
to hold you in my arms
and pretend that you are mine.
ObjectbookCocoa headed over to her house after the sleepover, thinking about the picture along the way. She heard a ping coming from her MePhone. She pulled it out, tapped ObjectBook, and her jaw dropped. It was the picture, posted by none other than Present. She was embarrased by the quick positive critisim of it. Currently 305 likes, 429 shares, and over 1098 comments. "That Present!" she whispered fiercely to herself, before realizing that Easter Egg and Ribbon has also commented on it.
Easter Egg's comment said "OMG, I can't believe you posted this! But, now that I think about it, it's pretty funny!"
Ribbon's comment said "Wow... didn't think this would work! Poor Cocoa didn't even know about this prank at all!"
"P-prank? How? T-they also were surprised by the picture..." Cocoa said to herself.
*A Few Hours Later*
Cocoa managed to tredge through the rain to her house. She collapsed on the couch and thought about what had happened. Suddenly she got a mischievous idea. She headed to her fridge
Stitched Up AngelsI’ve fallen from grace,
But how can I fall from grace if I wasn’t graced in the first place?
Is tattooed on all of them.
Angels had fallen but refused to stay down.
They stitched themselves up and stood up from the ground.
Stitches and scars covered their legs and arms.
They sowed her wings back on.
They fly at dawn.
They are stitched up Angels.
No longer singing lullabies,
Through the midnight sky.
The army fights.
For what is right.
They are guardians of broken dreams and shattered hearts.
They guide those who are broken and beat,
And are laying in the street.
They show them a new path.
Young to old
Stitched up Angels find their gold.
Their golden halos or replaced by swords and guns.
The war of eternity has begun.
Stitched up Angels will fights till their war’s won.
fighting off your demons.
The Silver shadow that follows you day and night.
The winner of every fight.
The Army of stitched up Angels.
Taking on everything you can’t take.
Fighting with no mistake
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