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Your Little ImperfectionsYour little imperfections aren't as bad as you think
More common than what you'd expect
Those little things noticed are forgotten in a blink
But that's not what you think, isn't it?
Acne scattered across your chin
Angry red blotches that shout for attention
Making you feel like you have horrible skin
You just want to hide away
Those light lines that are really scars
Look at what art a blade can do
Those scars acting like bars
Holding you back from short sleeve shirts and shorty shorts
You're not the skinniest person in the town
People instantly take notice of you
Maybe you're very round
But sure can pack a punch
But these little imperfections you bare
Make you, who you are
You still have someone that does care
Maybe you don't see it, but the light you shine is hard to miss
Am I Truly Destined?Am I truly destined to be used?
And tossed away like an old doll
I am not bemused
This has got to stop!
I can't hold the weight of my emotions for long
I am not as strong as you think I am
Please don't make me feel wrong
I just want to be free
Am I truly destined to be alone?
Alone in the cold unforgiving shadows
Let the light be shown
I am alone
I am not an outlet for your anger
Please don't try to break me
Don't be my anchor
I am my own person
Am I truly destined for this abuse?
I feel like I'm choking alive
I'm feeling the blues
Of being your puppet
Let me thrive!
I don't want this destiny
I want to be truly alive
And not truly destined
Why Can't I Be Me?Why can't I be me?
If I say I like the same gender
I have to change to be like you and you won't leave me be
And you say I'm evil
If I say I rather choose a book over a drug
I'm too good, I must become badder
If I choose that drug, I'm too bad and apparently a thug
Why can't I be me?
If I'm an atheist I'm pure evil and will burn in Hell
If I'm religious I'm a daydreamer or an evil goer
Just lock me in a cell!
Apparently I can't be me!
If I wear short skirts and makeup, I'm a slut
If I don't wear any, but do wear yoga pants I'm a mess
Am I really a nut
For thinking this is unfair?
If I"m a virgin, I'm too good
If I'm not I'm a whore
I really am misunderstood
Seriously, why can't I be me?
If I'm a liberal, I'm a freaking hippie
If I'm a conservative, I'm crazy
You're very tricky
Can we stop this madness?
If I'm goth, I'm mental
If I'm emo I'm suicidal
You're so judgmental!
Why can't I be me?
No matter what I do or say I'm judged to no limit
I don't want this, I can't be
Shadow Of SorrowHave you ever heard of the shadow of sorrow?
Of course not it's only a shadow
A shadow of sorrow that it borrows
Hidden in plain sight
Hidden because a smile outshines the dark
Laughter that's louder than sorrow's silence
Eyes that light up for a show of lies
You would never know because it's timeless
No one pays attention to a shadow
Sad isn't it?
Too bad people are too shallow
It would make life so much easier
Isn't it all grand?
Being able to hide all of that sorrow in a shadow
You'll look like you have an empty hand
It's so easy to be able to hide
Do you want it to hide?
Of course you do, don't let them know
You can't let them know or you might die
Don't want to be a burden like that shadow
Dance In The Dark: Chapter SixTrekking through the lands isn't as easy as you'd expect. After awhile your legs get sore, your feet begin to feel like they have their own heart and pound with pain with every step. But eventually the dull, pounding pain begins to become unnoticeable and that's what is happening to me. The pain just becomes a mere thought in the back of your mind once you get used to it and ignore it. But ti's still there, just like the depression and anger that lurked in my mind. Being alone and feeling abounded creates large amounts of hate and regret in your heart and mind. It's a toxin that needs to be plunged out of mind, but it's not easy. Maybe it will always stay in my mind, I don't know. It was always there after my other best friend left me for others. That's when all of the anger, depression, regret and hate begin to brew in my mind and heart. People say emotions effect the heart and just the heart when really it effects your mind too. Tarin stops in his tracks and looks around. We were on
AloneAlone, it has different meanings
Some say it's a bliss
Others say it's a curse
Or maybe there's someone you miss
Sometimes people need it
While others dread being alone
Memories resurface bit by bit
Cause being alone creates silence
Maybe you grew up being alone
Hiding behind an everyday mask they wear
You'll heart will become hard as stone
Never to break, never to be pulled
Being alone has it's perks
You can actually think for once
Daydream a storm and get to work
You can catch the hidden details
It's a blessing and a terrible curse to bare
To some it's all they have
You also don't have to care
It saves you heartbreaks from the loss of others
How can you get heartbroken
When no one is there to break you and make you fall
Alone is a blessing and a curse
What You Don't Know: Chapter OneIt was almost night time in this ruthless place. I've been trapped here for almost a year and I already feel like a wild animal. I never did anything wrong, I was picked at random. Once you're picked you can't walk away. You're trapped until you become useless. That won't happen to me for a long time anyway. I can still walk and talk, but I won't corporate. I am one of those people that they have so much interest in that escape is inevitable. Maybe if I worked with them I could be free. But I could never work for them, they're sadist monsters. They're slowly killing us, what's worst no one knows about this place. I'm trapped in a science experiment. Experiment 127 of the Animal Trials. The Animal Trials is a terrible experiment. I sat in my cold cage, waiting for my captors to arrive to inflict more pain into my being.
"Violet, do you have food?" Asked Bridget. She's diagonal to me.
"No, do I look like I have food?" I snapped. We're all starving. They believe it's essential to fe
Dance In The Dark: Chapter FiveWe walked together tracking where we believed Shredder went. Tarin is an excellent tracker and he was really getting alone well with Ice. He made her laugh more than I ever did. He walked with his horse right by his side. I took up the rear, Ice walked next to him. Finally after a long trek through the grasslands we found him. He was standing in the center of the plains, looking up to the sky, he was alone. Oddly enough I am not surprised to find him alone. Now we can find the truth. I glanced at both Tarin and Ice. They looked back at me then at each other.
"Fine. I'll talk to him." I said. I started walking over to Shredder. I stopped a few feet away from him, enough distance to be able to run without being caught. I am fast runner. Ice and Tarin stood a few feet away, out of earshot.
"Hi Shredder." I called out to him. He turned around and looked at me with a calm expression.
"Hello." He said. "Are you here to ask if I am the murderer?"
"You're smarter than you look." I said. "I'm g
Dance In The Dark: Chapter FourA few days passed, Ice and I have gotten really close and we hanged out most of the time. I've seen Shredder ever now and then. We became pretty good friends and I could compare so much with him, more than Ice. He still prefers to be alone. It was weird feeling, realizing how you actually felt because you experienced something the exact opposite. I curled up underneath a tree and Ice was curled up near me. It was early in the morning and I had woken up.
"AHH!" I heard someone scream. I jumped up and stood in a fighting stance. Ice jumps up next to me.
"What was that?" She asks rubbing her eyes.
"I'm about to find out." I said. We both ran at the source and found a huge circle of dewsquillis. They were murmuring and some were crying. Ice gasped and pushed through the crowd and knelt by the dewsquilli. I recognized this was one of the dewsquillis she used to hang out with before she started hanging out with me. She was dead. Ice buried her face in her hands. I knelt by her and placed a c
Lost without your LoveThe rain is tapping lightly
outside on the tender leaves.
I look through the windonw
on this cool summer night
caressed by a gently breeze.
I am missing you deeply inside
staring blankly, into space;
curtains blowing softly
against my skin
tears of love, run down my face...
Staring, for the longest while
never realizing the passing time.
Trying to find the pieces
to make it right
the words, to make it rhyme...
For how can I ever tell him
let the deepest part of me show?
That I'm lost without his love...
How will he ever know?
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,
I told my little boy.
"Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!"
"My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset, but there's one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won't forget."
"Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new
or maybe does it wind?"
Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhile
It's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!
Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son there's some that don't have much,
your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,
in another store!
It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...
but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often do
I mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
Holding onto YouLooking out through the window,
my thoughts, only I know...
Since the day I left you
it's been raining, constatly
for days in a row.
As I sit here watching
I quietly ask myself 'when'
will I begin to smile?
Will the sun start to shine again?
For love with you was beautiful
so beautiful....at one time.
You had a way with words
a way, of making them rhyme.
On and on, endlessly
your sweet voice filled the air;
making me feel the love you claimed
- though, it was never there.
Now here I sit remembering
sweet memories, of then...
Hating myself for loving you
and wanting you back again.
You WereYou were a moment of truth and beauty,
that once had touched my life.
You loved me, you really did;
now, I am paying the price.
Paying the price for ignoring the fact
you were so deeply involved;
as I selfishly left you alone with a problem
I knew only I could solve...
Now all that's left to my life is 'hope'
hoping and wondering,... if, and when?
Will those precious moments of truth and beauty
ever touch my life again.
Angel of SuicideAngel of darkness
angel of death.
I wear you tight to my knuckle
hold you close to my chest.
Black is your color
with a face I can't see.
I wait for your touch
to transform me...
Me into 'you'.
To die is to live.
Freedom in ebony
My song is a scream
my bed is a grave.
I sought peace and rest
but became I
...Now I can't go back
and my deepest of fears
flow quick from my eyes
transparent black tears.
'Hell', she runs deep...
Endless others like me
have sought an escape...
ReflectionsLike silent raindrops falling
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
Breathe Love Like AirBreath love like air, and live
Return from the darkness
Embrace all life as kin
And let peace touch your heart
The saccharine kiss of
Hope can make bitterness
Evolve on cynics' tongues
Leaving an aftertaste
Vanquished are the moments
Engulfed in innocence
Life does not let you live
In perfect happiness
Kisses of destiny
Either raze or nourish
A man's deepest beliefs
In pure honesty, I-
Repeat, breath love like air
When honesty EntersYou rubbed the dust from my wings
so I can not love you 'freely'.
Your ways are oppressive
of anger, and control;
'free', love has to be.
The death of an angel...
A broken rag doll.
I feel, I've fallen from grace.
For with hatred you have looked me
deep in the eyes,
while the hands I loved
slapped my face.
My fear, hides in the dark.
But against my will - 'honesty'
lights up the room
my broken heart.
I realize I've got to fly;
away with my feelings
to a bright place;
where love goes
The Real MonsterThe real monster is not who you think
They hide in plain sight
They'll cut your inside link
They can steal your light
Don't be confused with an animal
For they are more kind then this monster
Some go as low as being a cannibal
Most of them lost their honor
They kill the murderer as punishment
Take away our nourishment
They expect us to make a deal
Force ideas in our heads
Make us believe in an invisible force
Create fear and cut our thread
Our thread of security of course
Brain washed us into believing we deserve this
Scars, emotional stress and fear of being shunned
Our peace will become a miss
Don't be so stunned
Whose is this monster you may wonder
You know them as well as yourself
They have really went under
Humans are the monster, ourselves
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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