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Spirit GuideIt's from my heart's deep desire,
That I truly must inquire.
The questions from my guide,
Through dreams that I design.
Upon a prayer this I do call.
That you travel from heaven's own hall.
Either by feet, by wings, or by paws.
And revive a young spirit that falls.
For I am one that desires to know.
Who it is that can help me learn and grow.
So I may find guidance for pleasure and peace.
To fill the void and pain I find inside me.
CryIt is a sad sight to see a young man wail while entangled in the arms of another.It is pure sadness that is cried out in his uncontrollable sobs. All emotion coming from a heart that has been warped, twisted, abused, and forgotten. His past has happened and is gone, leaving him only harsh memories, emptiness and pain. Things that no one can easily escape from.
Whimpers escape his lips as he feels the pain from what has plagued his mind; Thinking of what could have been. Maybe something more then a friendship, or maybe something even more special then love itself. But now all hope is gone and all that is left is a wounded soul and a broken spirit.
His voice is raspy from crying. "I have always always been there for you." The tears continue to flow while his voice mumbles a grievous monotone sound. " I Would have given you the moon if I could, but you just didn't want. Anything." There is no anger in his voice, only sadness. It is not accusations that he
I HungerI hunger... for warmth.
The warmth of happiness- To feel serene at the end of the day.
The warmth from you- To hug and to hold and to be happy together.
The warmth of a pack- To rest easy as I'm surrounded by people who care.
The warmth of hope- To keep my spirit alive so it can fight the next day.
I hunger... and I'm tired of feeling cold.
My Seven Deadly SinsGluttony:
I've never thought of myself to be very gluttonous. I might be a bit hefty weight wise, but I don't eat and eat and eat and then get sick and eat some more. That's what I think of when someone mentions the deadly sin of Gluttony and so I feel I don't fail in that aspect. However, maybe I need to look at other qualities beside food. Gluttony is taking in too much other than what you need. The most obvious and first thought of being a gluten is eating too much food, but you could also put this under many things. Video games for my example. I play enough video games that it makes me ponder if I'm being Gluttonous. However, video games do not hamper my ability to communicate with friends or family (infact, they can be very good catalysts for enjoying a good night) I do not spend my time 24/7 on video games to where it seriously interferes with work or school. Nor am I 'addicted' to where I MUST play video games or I'm going to kill someone
TwistedYou found me while my life was crumpled into a tight ball.
My worry and stress all twisted and matted together into my pain and dreams.
Then piece by piece, you carefully un-crumpled me.
Slowly and carefully undoing the ball that this world had tightly wound.
And then you gazed in awe.
All the web of scars that was left had shaped a broken beauty.
Then you drew pictures upon my tattered page; wrote whispers of serenity upon those broken lines.
The ink stained over the scars like blood in a cloth; never to be removed.
And then knowing you could do no more for me.
The paper was tenderly folded once more and placed beside your heart.
Yet it still hurt.
Just as life crumpled my life, your folding too was painful.
But you folded with love.
Instead of with hate that life waded into me.
And now, what is to be done?
Now that these feelings are upon themselves once again.
I can feel the edges of the folds curling inward.
As well as the ink sweating as the note burns with yearning to be not besi
Hurting for youMy heart inside is broken,
It fell apart for you.
No more tears inside my eyelids,
For I cried them out for you.
No more voice to mourn my problems,
Because I wept and moaned for you.
My feelings are forever hurting,
Because I see that you are blue.
Even though I gave my everything,
My heart still breaks for you.
Because in this life it's just not fair,
When your happiness alludes you.
My ItemOn the outside you are small and simple, but inside, you can hold some real personal qualities. Size and color varies with taste, but your smooth, orange texture is just right for me. You are with me on the go and lighter than a handful of change, yet weighted down with the memories of the past.
You're a catalyst for fun, as well as a tool of opportunity for good times. You're like the keys to an adventure; one that can be as exciting or as mundane as the user makes it.
You're not biased or judgmental, but equal on every side. Yet, more often times than not, someone feels that the chances are swayed for better or worse.
You're like a best friend. Someone who can get you into some interesting situations, but can also save your butt when you least expect it.
Most importantly, you are a gift from an old friend. Someone who I will never forget may mourn over for all eternity.
My twenty-sided dice.
Learning How To Walk AgainLearning how to live my life without you feels like trying to learn how to walk after a terrible car accident.
You stumble frequently and those first few steps seem to hurt the most. The pain lingers on and on, until you wake up one morning and realize the pain has faded into the thing of the past. But then on those stormy nights, good ole author comes knocking on your door and you're haunted with those drilling aches and pains in your most tender joints.
The next few nights, or walks, are very painful. Stress so strong it's as if you can't compare it to your first step. You cry out as your heart breaks, the sound of cracking as your feet slowly grind back into its original place. You just have to keep walking and endure the fact that he's gone and never coming back.
Every new day, or every step forward, feels very numb. Then suddenly arthritis starts stabbing at your heart. It beats heavily to the awkward rhythm of your stumbling footsteps. I find no solace in what used to bring me jo
I cried again todayI cried again today...
Because the moment I thought was so pleasant,
Turned into the blade the split open my heart-
Causing the pain and emotion to go fleeting,
Until my soul was empty of all feeling.
I cried again today,
Because what memories I thought would fill the void in my heart,
Was actually the catalyst to tear my tears away-
which became trapped into my blankets and pillow,
As they muffled my sobs of pain.
I cried again today,
Because the name that was so wonderful,
Now only makes me feel sorrowful-
And what really feels so horrible,
That I don't think this will ever change.
I cried again today,
Because my prayers of thanks and forgiveness,
Evolved into regrets and repentance-
Then I teared up after this sentence,
"I'm already forgiven yet still lost in my ways."
I cried again today...
Because there was nothing left to do,
After a restless night of feeling blue-
Tossing and turning just thinking about you,
And hoping that my 'this is only a dream' wish would come true.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
I'm AddictedBasked in your blue glow
Far into the small morning hours
I discover more than I could know
My goal is consumption
Of Knowledge, so I combat fatigue
And it takes control - my obsession
Read this, watch that
How can I ignore anything
There are facts upon facts upon facts
That I could memorize
And so I sit and stare
At the screen, mesmerized
Christmas PrayerDear God,
Tonight I'm writing to you instead of that old fat guy. Now it may sound weird at first, which as you know that probably suits me perfectly, but this year I would like some new body-parts. I would like a new brain for starters. One that doesn't think as much, because I find myself focusing on the things that make me sad; which makes my good, happy days seem bad. I would also like a new heart. One that doesn't desire complicated things that is next to impossible to achieve, or that desires the comfort from people that do not desire to give that comfort. Both attributes can be very painfully to balance and can really put anyone into a depressive funk. I would also like some new eyes and ears this year. I find my old pair is starting to only perceive the bad in this world and not the good that is still in it. Thank you for all you do. What you have given me is more then I deserve. Yet, if it's not too much trouble to ask. If you don't feel comfortable replacing these body-parts,
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