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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.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
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
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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