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A letter...Dear XxWolfRocksxX,
I believed that I should make this, out of respect for you and your choice. Now I know that now with you gone that you won't see this, yet it's like talking to a ghost...they are there, yet not.
So, you never really did talk to me, but you did welcome me to DA when I was just starting. You were so sweet and you seemed to welcome me with open arms....I remember when we RPed as Tyler and Mitch, how you took the lead when I didn't know what I was doing.
I do say, I respect your choice to leave. Yet I feel as if I'll always be in wonder as to why? So many questions run through your head when you seem so lost....what if someone had told you not to leave? What if someone had stopped you and figured out why you couldn't do it anymore? How will we ever know the answers. I'm betting we will never know....but why should we know anyways? It's the questions that keep the world spinning don't they?
I ask all the questions yet I know y
Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
UsedI can never be free
Because the truth is you fucking used me
I thought you were the perfect love song
But I was dead wrong
I'm a mess
And that's all I'll ever be
I don't fucking sleep because of you
Because even in my dreams, destruction is what you do
I rather spend days awake
Then sleep and repeatedly break.
Tell me how you fucking sleep knowing you stole my heart
And tore it apart
I was tempted by your words
The sickest lies I've ever heard
Now I know
What type of person you are
You're a user
You manipulated me
I'm fucking broken don't you see?
And that's all I'll ever be
What the Black Keys Sound LikeI love the sound of a heartbroken piano
All the pains and the whines
Touched so gently
Then left behind
Oh, how I love the sound of a beaten piano
The cracked and missing keys
Always muttering "please..?"
My favorite sound is of a scarred piano
The last few keys it had
Were low, last breaths of a
Brokenhearted pianist who is not mad....
Minecraft in our heartsAdmit it. The first time you ever spawned, you didn't know what you were doing at ALL. You struggled to survive the harsh and hostile mobs. You got lost. You were confused. You were scared. You were lonely. But over time you learned from your struggle, your battles, and your loneliness. But you still never understood what your purpose in this world was. The truth is you THINK you know your purpose but you don't. You might think your purpose is to survive and defeat the Enderdragon but it's not; or to destroy the wither and keep the nether star to be honored for all time but it's not. You problably think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I speak the truth. To know what you're true purpose in this world is to find out for yourself. For I know what that is.
Lo podras alcanzar??A donde quiera que vayas
A donde quiera que mires
Puro dolor veras
Una esperanza habrá que alcanzar.
La tristeza y la soledad
Son sentimientos que te acompañaran
Hasta no hallar
Que en el fondo esta.
No te abandonaran,
Tu abras que dejar.
Pero preferible estas acompañados
De la alegría y felicidad
Que de la tristeza y la soledad
Por dolores y penas
Abra que pasar
Pero al final del rumbo
Tendremos que llegar
Para poder encontrar
the death of a madmanI cringe when people say
"Laid to waste"
Whatever I got
Was only a taste
Much more vivid
Than any dream
Too good though it seemed
Back into earth
Had I earned godship?
Was this my rebirth?
My soul left my body
And spread far and wide
And my spirit, yes
Tears of joy it did cry
Seemed not to matter
It was suicide
In the blink of an eye
And the whole world's feelings
All at once when I died
Granted in death
They were stripped
I was thrown
Back into flesh
Lettre mortuaire de Liath« Lettre d'un mort.
Bonjour à ceux et celles qui lisent cette lettre.
Si vous la tenez, c'est que j'ai quitté ce monde, comme l'indique le titre.
Je m'appelle Liath Vindur, et ceci est ma lettre funeste, autant dire que ca va être glauque.
Cela fait maintenant 6 mois que je souffre d'un cancer, une forme particulièrement foudroyante.
Lorsque l'on m'a dit qu'il me restait moins d'un an à vivre, j'ai choisit de ne pas chercher à me soigner : ces médicaments m'auraient drogué et je n'aurai pu étudier correctement.
C'est égoïste, mais dans un ultime élan d'égoïsme, j'ai choisit de mettre toute ma tête et mon âme au service de ce que j'ai toujours aimé : la magie.
Je ne pense pas être un grand de ce monde, mais je ne doute point que mes écrits auront leur utilités.
Je tiens à m'excuser au près de ma famille, cacher ma maladie était le seul moyen de vou
Silent KillersPeople stand around..like everything ok.. it makes me sad someone would judge a person, but it maddens me to know that they don't know how broken that person is. there that girl whose silent. but not because she suppose to be.. but because she has to be.. everyone is louder.. even though the room is silent.. her words and actions are faked, faked to how shes suppose to be. can you not hear the screams? your deaf and its killing her, shes weak and its slowly is haunting her, like the fact shes always alone, but she wants to be, to show that she wants you to come to her, and you don't notice? she loved, she laughed, but now shes nothing more but tears and scars, her voice was beautiful before they made her silent.
EngelEs ist so hart zu wissen,
dass ich kein Dämon oder Engel bin.
Der jeden Tag und jede Nacht,
jede Sekunde deines Lebens
bei dir sein kann, um auf Dich aufzupassen.
Um darauf zu achten, dass dir nichts passiert.
Du dir keine Gedanken machst.
Wie gerne wäre ich ein Engel mit großen Flügeln,
der vor deinem Fenster schwebt und dich
vor allem beschützt, dass dir etwas tun will.
Wie gern wäre ich dein Dämon schwebend
in deinem Zimmer.
Du siehst mich nicht,
doch ich bin da um die Gedanken fernzuhalten,
die dich so traurig machen.
Zu gern wäre ich der Engel mit schwarzen Flügeln,
der am Tage über dir fliegt um dir Schatten zu schenken,
wenn dir die Sonne in den Augen brennt.
Zu gern wäre ich ein Dämon,
der sich Nachts in eine Flamme verwandelt,
wenn du dich Nachts allein in einer dunklen Gasse wieder findest.
Um dir Kraft zu geben und zu zeigen das du niemals
Nur zu gern würde ich dir zeigen, wie das
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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