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A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory
As you fade from my memory
I drink to pull you back
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more.
As the wind blows throw the curtains
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence
I can hear the soft patter of rain
I can hear your voice whisper to me
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words
The ones you used to say
The one that tore at my heart
The ones I lost myself

Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my

RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h

Mother, I am your child.

Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu

Praying Through The Motions

Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp

By Luck and a Loving Eye

Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un

To feel God's powerful love...To feel God’s love...

God is my LORD. He will be for eternity. When I felt sad and needed cheering up, I would pray to him and I would know he is listening. Just the other day I felt tempted by the devil and I am so thankful I have realized it. I was scared and confused, I felt like a sheep strayed from the herd. My parents would not let me go to church and I felt like I was slowly drifting away.
But my prayers were not left unheard. I feel like God has taken me back into his hand again, (although he really has never dropped me.) It is a feeling that I cannot experience from any physical substance. God is holy, he is invisible, I cannot touch him, but I feel closer to him than anyone else I can see, feel or touch. I am truly grateful that he has taken me into his care. I am grateful I met people God has planned for me to meet, who has guided me slowly to the ways of the church. It is a miracle. My thanks for the Lord will be for eternity.
Today I decided to w

HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.

W.I.L.D.F.I.R.EW.I.L.D.F.I.R.E

Wielding a desire to hit the fast lane

Is feisty, full of energy and always ready

Legendary as the ponysona who bears the mark of a blazing wheel

Daring, Dashing and Determined to make an impact

Fire in her eyes mean that she's ready to ride

Is in love with a musician with a voice that is tender as the gods

Reaches out to her friends and does it fast, quick and easy

Even now, she continues to blaze on… blaze like a Wildfire.

Happy Birthday Sibsy

Awayaway
away
away
away
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards

away
away
away
away
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again

away
away
away
away
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside

away
away
away
aw

God is...God is…
The almighty, the Father, our Lord, our Shepard, our guide, powerful, gracious, forgiving, loving, wonderful, miraculous, the truth, the salvation, the Creator, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Crist,
Absolutely real.
God will not abandon you.
God will not ignore you.
God will not stop loving you,
Even if you continue to sin.
God has loved you,
God will love you,
God is loving you,
He will never let you go.
Were you tempted by the devil?
Did demons come to bring you misfortune?
I am sure,
God will save you.
Do not be afraid, alone.
Do not be sad, hopeless.
Open up to your God,
He will wipe the tears from your eye and
Hug you close.
Love you unconditionally.
He will be more than a trillion times as great as your earthly father.
Open up to your God!

I have experienced pain.
Great dark feelings that brought me to tears at times.
I have been blind, lost,
Lost without my shepherd to guide me.
I felt tempte

Spirit coloursLivvy: *sings*
~the colour purple for the song,
the colour blue to bounce along,
the colour pink to show your care,
the colour red to style your hair,
the colour yellow for the fun,
the colour green to join someone,
the colour orange to have a fight,
the colour violet to show you're right,
the colour black to show you're bad,
the colour brown to show that you're sad,
the colour silver for a sign of hope,
the colour bronze to live and cope,
the colour copper to show your skill,
the colour gray to show you're ill,
the colour peach to show your love,
the colour cream to hide your blush,
the colour aqua for the love to swim,
the colo

Rising City of Nineteen Sixty-VIIDescendant of shamanic shelters swept away
by vermin of the digital age;
Cassette tape traversal through terrestrial trials.
Time capsules grow tired of waiting,
the seeds contained within sprout tangible spirit,
through pavement cracks in correspondence
to craters left to mark erasure;
Evident to circumvent our programmed circumstantial
systematic situation - silver through back roads
as silver through networking capillaries;
Prime directive: purification.
Inherited paranoia; perpetual perceptional prowess.
Birthright of galactic pilgimage, carried on to the next generation.
Parental subtleties emerge in the vessel,
the Voyager's genetic predisposition
to accumulate acoustics;
to accelerate ascension;
to accent escalation
of the Universal Mind.

DemeterI cannot touch you,
Yellow-haired lady crowned with flowers,
Kissed by the sun.
I am in your shadow.

Was it narcissus your daughter picked
when she was dragged from the light?
Irony.
Your screaming drowned out hers
and every eye was on you.
It was all about you.
It was only, ever, about you.

I cannot pity you, lady,
With your torn clothes and furrowed cheeks.
You wail for yourself.
Comfort me, you beg – and I cannot.

You are every mother of every disappeared girl,
Standing on your doorstep with your please, please, come home,
Granting exclusive access for the interview,
Surrounded by a carefully landscaped meadow of photos,
Telling s

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notice though,
he is a boy not a man.
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who was tender handed,
and weak.

I once met a boy,
who I think I love now....
But I fear for his gentleness now.

What if it is soon to vanish?
To be gone?
Will he be free from his cage then??

I once met a boy,
who was pushed to become adult.
And still struggles to be young.

I once knew a boy.
But he is gone now.
Left.
Left me,
left his family.
His friends wonder where he’s gone...
But I know.

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has not experienced death.
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for a strong heart
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a dying dream,
One it takes place on cliff,
overlooking the sea.

It’s a dream,
that was soon to die.
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it still lives.
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that beats more than mine.

Dreams never die,
Many say.
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Who is the one dying?

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Would people notice?
If I was in the open,
would they stare?
How quick would they heal???
My loved ones...
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when my few
final
hours are all I have left?
Where am I going when my life is over?
Will I be forgiven?
Who knew a simple cold...
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Would the ones I love,
Still love me...
While I was dead?

A jostle, A jarAm I going too fast?
Am I stressing too far?
I’m not healing correctly,
was it that jostle and jar?

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The pain won’t leave.
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14 years 9 months 17 days14 years 9 months and 17 days to Early...
Is it a little too late?
To see all the pain,
to see all the torture,
Watch someone’s chest fly open,
watch a simple heart
simply explode?
I think it’s a little to early,
but if you are here,
You should cover your eyes,
you tender soul,
because you don’t really want to see
What will happen to you.

UntilHe has another name
I’m sure.
Of which
I don’t know
although.
I am but an empty shell.
Going through the parts
of a daily hell.
It’s this way
since we met
On a simple,
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I’ve felt this way
Since weeks after we met.
A simple bus ride,
jealousy pranks,
a kind word here
a syllable of love there.
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go back to hell?

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by ~MangaXBunnyXMelody, Mar 10, 2007, 5:57:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Breathe.
Keep going.
Do it again.
Breathe.
Prove them all wrong.
Breathe.
Show them no fear.
They cannot hurt you.
Just whisper in your ear.
Breath.
Keep going.
I know you can if I can.
Feel me?
I’m helping.
It’s hard for me too.
But remember they cannot hurt you.

Helping.by ~MangaXBunnyXMelody

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This is for my friend. I hope it reaches her somehow. She needs it.

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~silentlytaken Sep 20, 2007

love it!

~MangaXBunnyXMelody Sep 21, 2007

oo shank yoiu!
(lmao)

~Kimiryu Jul 18, 2007 Writer

I really like this poem. There's something about it that I can't put my finger upon. Maybe it's the fact that you speak from a point of view like you are the arms that protect her and keep her striving to stay alive? It's very beautiful.

--xRyu.

~MangaXBunnyXMelody Jul 19, 2007

Thank you very much for the comment!
I also appreciate that add to your friends, especially since I don't have many!
Thank you very much!

~KoR-3 Mar 10, 2007

HI ARE WE THE SAME EXACT POETS

~MangaXBunnyXMelody Mar 10, 2007

lol
Maybe we are.
I love how you write, and I've wrote like that many times so, perhaps we are the same^_^
Totally weird>.<

~KoR-3 Mar 10, 2007

Well technically my style changes

~biting-bullets Mar 10, 2007

^{Like the way you piece it up, and keep it simple.

I hope your friend gets through whatever it is she's dealing with}

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