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I am a RainbowI can be Red...
Angry and dangerous,
those emotions very contagious.
I can be Orange...
I can be so happy and alive,
it will catch you by surprise.
I can be Yellow...
A cheerful bundle of energy,
needing attention from you to me.
I can be Green...
So full of envy and greed,
emotions I do not need.
I can be Blue...
I have loyatly, faith, and trust,
give me those if you must.
I can be Indigo...
Depressed and tears rolling down my face,
wanting nothing more than a comforting embrace.
I can be Purple...
A confusing mystery,
I'll leave you guessing for my history.
I can be Pink...
Giving out gentle love,
my love being bigger than the stars above.
I can be White...
Innocent and pure of heart,
a little girl side I've had from the start.
I can be Silver...
Having soothing wisdom,
giving you a cl
partingon the horizon
the final, fleeting chimes of summer
dangle above my head,
dancing into the late afternoon
your notes in my ear
whisper the release of grief,
and i strum our memories
in time with the sun's rays
a yearning lingers at the feet
of my heart
as i pluck at its strings
with a blistered finger
a departure breaks my lips;
and the taste of words on my tongue
and your breath in my head
mutter a quiet farewell
You hold my heart in your hand you hold my hands you make me feel
tightly together completely safe
warmly packed secure always
and friendly and homely
don't let my hand go
back into dark
I love you
What am I?I don't think I'm human because when I go to school tomorrow and see the kid I call my best friend everything will fal apart and I will walk away with my last words being 'ok'
I don't think I'm human because I can't cry anymore.
I don't think I'm human because if Annie does kill herself I won't die because I simply just can't anymore.
I don't think I'm human because I feel like a monster inside.
It's unfairIt's unfair
It's wrong, disgusting, and just unacceptable! Why is each and everyone of the grand master got their chance to shine in each and every game while the first enemies of the game was left alone and been killed by the fake hero who's diagnosed with Anti-social personality disorder. It's unfair and unforgivable! Being use was a road kills, and horrible things and not being treated with respect like others. Let these species be part of the game and not being use as killing enemies, they have families, friends, hopes and dreams and they share the same pain as many other species in this world. Let these species be part of the game. Let the Goombas be part of the Mario games.
My IllnessMy invisible illness, you don’t see it at first
But 5 years ago I had an unquenchable thirst
I became quite tired and then stick thin
The hospital said there was a problem within
My body stopped working they don’t really know why
Now it’s all blood tests doctors and insulin supplies
The professionals and nurses are all very kind
But none of them understand how you’re confined
I know I should be grateful and others have it worse
But this is my life and this is my curse
I hope one day maybe they might find a cure
But there are no promises and they don’t know for sure
So each day I get up with extra things on my mind
An extra burden that the universe assigned
And although I get through it, it fills me with fear
That without my meds I wouldn’t be here
What happend to your will?What happened to your will?
To fight against it must be mad?
But our emotions can make us glad.
It feels good just for that moment.
But the aftermath has left us broken.
Why do we follow this master?
Is it cause it gets us to our road faster?
To go against it is a struggle indeed...
Just to follow our own creed.
It not our fault...
Our will was not strong enough.
Then whose fault is it?
Or are we not made of finer stuff?
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
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
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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