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What is there to say really It happened and that’s that
But to truly say that
I would be lying Such a lie of a deep grave Covered with the dirt of hate Incased in the very heart of fear
Oh if I could find a cure
My thoughts then always to survive To protect, to be a distraction Taking each verbal beating As if each word was a mallet dipped in acidic poison Feeling each hit as if compared to there words
Baring such knowledge Knowing it was wrong A perverted alter life full of spidery images The web that
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How is it that they can sayHow is it now that they can say words that now mean nothing Blank images that just won’t stay Stained with blood of past dripping Not wanting to be denied again There is nothing wish I more Then to see them pretend there hearts only belong to my siblings ever more but do not get the wrong idea If I look into my heart there is a small piece much like the media the image of family a picture of art I guess all I really need to do Is get past my own selfish hate and love them as you doHow is it that they can say
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Poetic SparkSome think that poetry has to be DARK to get that poetic SPARK to create interest in a mind putting DARK spots on the book spine “there is no meaning” they say to one of LIGHT.Poetic Spark
“to have happy literature, when all the world is DARK the light answers in return “ but if all the world is full of DARK one ray of LIGHT is more precious then that DARK poetic Spark.
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Finding the key.The binding enemy of memories Long forgotten past trying to reach light Friends draw close to help defeat This awful foeFinding the key.
Still and Quiet Except for the sound of slow But painful sobs of a girl Who feels long forgotten? An empty shell of what once was Wanting to give up But still pressing on Eternally shrouded in this awful darkness Hoping to someday find the light The strength her beckon With wings broken, body spent Life is unbearable, but yet theres something there A reason A quest
Now finding her story
She goes
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: Anime, Poetry, Storys, English, movies, to be continued
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- Favourite band or musician: Like all kinds
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- Personal Quote: With in this peace i find my own chaos.
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