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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.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
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.
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,
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
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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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