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Silent SufferersWe walk beside you, but you don't notice us
We talk like you, but you do not hear us
We celebrate like you, yet it is only for a season
We need light in our lives like you, but all of our days are dark...
We breathe like you, but we are always suffocated
Our hearts best the same, but ours stop occasionally
Our skills are genuine, while yours are crooked
You cheer enthusiastically, while we scream in torment...but you'll never hear it...
You cry and get comforted..we cry ourselves to sleep.
We always seek help,
But you'll never know...
No More Memories....Can you imagine me being a different person? What goes through your head when I am next to you? Why are you so distant? What are you hiding?
Please answer me, before I fade...
Chapter 1Chapter 1
"Once upon a time...many moons ago, there was a thriving city surrounded in fog, and within that fog--fiends lurked. This place was inhabited by many eccentric people. These people came from many foreign places, bringing their beliefs, traditions, even fears together. Within this town, there lived a woman that had an extraordinary power; she was not like the rest. She had a very lovely aura about her, and her beauty matched that aura. She was a Spirit Warrior. Behind the walls of this fortress filled with knights, bards, and things of that nature, she was one of a warrior breed that died out a long time before...or so they say. This race was called 'The Eternals.'
This people devoted their lives to fending off the more powerful demons and fiends of the world that plagued the land. Alongside the knights and guardians of the world, they helped plunge the darkness of the land into the fog and dark places of the world. Sanctuaries, places of prayer and refuge wi
Anger: My Greatest Ally..and FoeWith you, I feel free, unchained, unrestrained...inhuman. I feel weightless, like I can fly above everything fearlessly, but at the cost of my sense of direction. I have no fear, no hesitation, nothing holding me back, but...but...nothing is holding me back; no words, no memories, no thoughts...no will.
I feel like I'm invincible. I love that feeling--helplessness is not a crutch!! Once that grasps at my heart and mind, my soul becomes obsolete...my being becomes enigmatic, my actions erratic...my feelings...void and of no effect. My only thought is to lash out and cause as much pain to the one that caused it to me. ANyone else who gets in my way...tough.
I love it...
I hate it..
It's not me...
I cause so much damage with it, and yet, I cause so much damage with it...God, this is the imperfection that makes me perfect!! It is my greatest ally...my greatest foe. A house divided amongst itself cannot stand.
I am constantly building myself up...while tearing mys
Restless ThoughtsIs this heaven...or hell?
It's far too dark in here to tell...
Am I floating or still in place..?
Awake or sleep, awake or sleep...
Common GroundPain is living
Peace is sleeping
Faith is eternal
Hope is fragile
Life is ugly
Death is beautiful
The strong survive
The weak perish
Hearts are for those that know the meaning
Souls are for those that care
Love is for all that want it
Salvation is for everyone
Giving up is easy
Giving in is not an option
Fighting is only for what is worth fighting for
Dying is for beliefs
So tell me which category do I fall under?
Some Monsters"It approaches!!" is all I hear... Haha I'm the mighty beast you fear...? You should. Calling on fire to rain from heaven, stopping the wind from blowing prosperity across your land...I see why you think this.
It's a futile thing to get so many armies raised against me.
You open your gates to the enemy, but close it to allies. Why do you wish to see me destroyed...?
Does hell follow me, or are you tired of the correction? How does it feel to know that the very thing you asked for is the downfall you sought to escape. I know what you are. I see what you do in secret and show you openly.
What does it profit you to call on so many people to stand with you? It's a bittersweet thing to know me. Is it not strange to you that I show up when things are "easier" for you? Aren't you all tired of seeing this beast? I carry no fangs or weapons, yet you treat me as a hell hound. I love your honesty. As I move closer to your walls,I feel your cold stares, burning into my flesh, peering into what you
I Wonder...Who says they have a cross to bear, and actually takes it on their shoulder?
Why is the price of freedom so steep?
Where do I get to lay my head when I am in need of sleep?
What causes you all to become colder?
I am at wit's end with the pain in my chest.
No heart that beats--just lead
I never want to feel emotion again
Or thoughts float through my head
I'm through with rhyming and holding smiles
for all that want a treat
Where ravenous wolves peek and defiles
Tender meat to eat
I run out of things to say to death and all its young
So keep my heart and spirit white..
While I cut out my tongue
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.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
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
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Screaming from the BalconyFeel the need to bleed for me
To bleed for life and liberty
Apart from pain, and guilt that holds
Refrain from touching divers golds
You live your lives accordingly
Fight to survive, and to be free
Don't let that right slip through your hands
Applaud and clap from within your stands
A speech, a speech, a speech, a speech
Time to practice what I preach
He stares at all the people out
He opens his mouth, but..
words wont come out....
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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