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My Heart To YoursTattered and torn,
through any storm.
My heart will beat,
and still yearn for heat.
The song that I sing is just for you.
So may I hear a song from you too?
I'm planting not just a seed but a garden here in my soul.
So here you can come and go without worry of a toll.
PromiseDo you think I’m joking? Do you think it funny? I betrayed someone dear, because I was weak she was hurt. I hut someone who called me sister all because I thought she had betrayed me first. It’s a regret that I couldn’t let go even though I was given a second chance.
You laugh at me today thinking that I must be dramatizing but I can assure you I am not. That was my childhood that I’m talking about. All but five people picked on me and called me names. Can you imagine that only five people talked to me without any kind of sarcasm in their voices. One of them even took it on her to protect me. She was like an older sister to me and out of all those years of friendship how do I repay her?
I repay her by ignoring her, by laughing rudely at her whenever she spoke. My best friend I left out in the rain and the only reason I could tell you why at that time was that she was leaving me behind in that hell hole of a school and you think its ok to laugh about that? I tell
Magic : Prelude2Once long ago, in a country where magic was the one and only power, there existed a town far out from the main cities. This town was full of hard workers and people who could only dream about being something more. It was true that in this town there did live magic, but is was known as wild magic. Wild magic was something that could not be tamed without years of practice and it was rare because this magic was the kind that you could only be born with. Sadly since few ever had the means to go somewhere to let that power grow it was hard for them to leave.
One day the town received a visit from a wizard who called himself The Great Collins. This man came to the town and won over most of them with his tricks and sweet words. No one would see the wolf in sheep's clothing of know what was to come.I was powerless to stop the events and to stop from having my little brother be a part of it. All I could do was watch as fate took over. My name is Haya and this is where the story begins, the last
Last Night's DreamLast night I had a dream, but I can't remember how it started.
I only knew that at that moment I was dead. Some feeling in the dream lead my to believe I was poisoned. My body was gone, put underground or burned I don't know.
I could see and feel everything like when I was a live, much like a phantom limb case, but the only thing different was that no one else could see or hear me.
I was no longer able to interact with anyone. The house I was in looked like the collaboration of all the places i lived. It looked like a pretty home.
I suddenly thought of something that made me incredible scared. What if right now I was waiting to be taken to heaven or pulled down to hell. This scared me only because I was not sure where I belonged.
I walked into the kitchen and as I did so I looked to the ceiling filled with worry as I asked out loud "God, what will happen to me?"
At that moment, standing by the counter looking down, the whole house lit up as if there was no ceiling and the sun shined do
Magic: Issac's RegretThere are many things I have come to regret.
Many of which I have come to terms with, but the thing that breaks me every time is how my failure caused my sister to be cursed.
Its because I wasn't strong enough. Not to fight off that monster, not to remember who I was and because of that my dear Haya was left alone.
I come to her every now and again, but never approach her. I release game her way so that she may hunt in her invisible cage.
If nothing else I will find away to break that cage.
When I have the courage I would like to talk to her and ask for her forgiveness.
For now I am too ashamed.
Magic: Haya's AngerHow did I let this happen?
How dare he take everything from me and leave me here bond to stone!
If its the last thing I can do, I will break free and seek his life.
That much I have to do so I can pay him back for all of this, for me and my brother.
It was his fault that my brother's life was stolen!
I will take no mercy the way that water serpent took none on us.
I will make him pay, tenfold if I can!
Can Words Help Heal?How can you say the words?
What is the right thing to say,
To someone who has lost another?
When something like this happens,
It's never easy.
I may not know what it is your feeling,
But I have felt this kind of pain.
The wound that is left cuts deep.
Right now that wound is bleeding
And has yet to stop.
I don't know if these words will stop it,
But you must know.
They say time will heal it.
But I know that's not true.
That kind of wound doesn't heal,
To lose someone you love,
Is a wound too deep for time.
The pain always brings the tears that burn you,
From the inside.
The truth is nothing can heal that wound.
You will continue to have it carved into you.
The question is will it become a scar?
Or an infected sore?
Yes, its true there is nothing to stop the pain.
There is nothing to stop it from coming back once it fades.
There is only who.
Who will you tell?
Who will you remember with?
Who can you cry with?
Those questions are the most important ones,
To making that wound
To the One I LoveThe days are cold and longer they seem.
Here I wait for an unwanted dream.
Time keeps slipping unyielding to me.
So are these thoughts inspired by thee.
No anger is left, no lonesome sigh.
Not since you've been the apple of my eye.
I'm sure summer will come for those who need the sun.
As far as I go the number I need is one.
I'll wait for you through rain or snow.
And take on anyone you believe your foe.
I am all yours and I know your mine.
With us together I know I will be fine.
Showing LoveAlone again,
Why is that?
I have made many friends,
Yet I don't see them as much as I wish.
I know I can't see them everyday.
I know I can't expect them every weekend,
But to not see them for months is too long.
I know I can't wait for them.
Sometimes its me that has to ask for time,
But to hardly be asked my self hurts.
My friends are the only things I have sometimes.
My family is my life,
But friends are my treasure.
Don't they know that?
The love of my family will always be my guiding light.
My friend's love, though, is the warmth of the sun to my soul.
I miss them so much.
Everyone has gotten busy.
In my family I feel alone.
I love my family,
But the love I have for my friends is the one I need to show.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
Change the World
Let the waters pour over the past.
Let the fires burn our passions for the future.
Let us be true to ourselves today, for good.
It is our hearts that guide us into our dreams.
It's the light of others love that lifts us from our troubles.
So to deny either one will send you down a darken path.
Those who know who you are, look for your inspiration.
Those, whom have yet to see themselves, look in the eyes of your friends.
For in those eyes lies your true self.
For those lost souls whom think there are no friends to be found,
You are mistaken.
They are the ones who care that hold a friendly kind of heart.
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