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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.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
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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