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The DarknessThe Darkness
Dark is night,
Dark is fire,
Dark is the absence of the light,
Dark is a deep desire,
Night is calm,
Night is wish,
It's not something you can hold in your palm,
Night is the blackest of the pitch,
Black is the absence of colour,
Black is not always empty,
Black makes the waves of your body flutter,
Black is as black as it can be,
The abyss is darkness,
The abyss is strange,
The abyss leaves you helpless,
The abyss may have you forever changed.
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
Love?L is for left alone
O says I'm on my own
V is for vanished hope
E means the end of the road
H tells that heart is broken
U is for words unspoken
R is for reason why
T asks just for one more try
S is here to say goodbye
I Miss YouI miss you.
I really do.
I miss your voice
and the freedom of choice.
I miss your laugh
and following our own path.
I miss you being near
and not having fear.
I miss your smile.
I haven't seen it in a while.
I miss you...
I really do...
MindtravelClenching his delicate fingers and looking into his eyes, I almost felt like I'd faint. I did black out, but awoke in what appeared to be outer space.
I thought I'd die of the said asphyxiation that made you lose breath, but I didn't. I was breathing just fine. I thought I was alone, floating in this lovely space, but I wasn't.
He was right in front of me, black eyes gleaming in the sun. He extended his hands like he did before we appeared in this place. I held them and looked into his eyes.
Within those eyes, I saw everything. The truths behind lies, the feeling of being brought back to life, what truly happened before and the cloaked truths that were never before seen.
We let go and everything faded back to the room we were sitting in. I was poisoned, but that was merely a remainder of what was left of him. I'd remember him by this poison.
Birthday PoemBirthday Poem
Spring is a delight,
Summer is nice,
One year dies as a new one takes flight,
Your warm as fire but not cold as ice,
May your journey lead you to the best of things,
The birth of you is something to hold dear,
Take life that's fit for queens and kings,
Happy Birthday to you with a raised glass of beer!
My HeatYou mean everything to me
My heart has been locked
But, you now hold the key
My heart has been broken
I can hear it's pitiful plea
I want to love you
But, please don't hurt me
You have shown me a love I have never seen
Innocent and beautiful
You're what my heart has been longing for
You pull me out of my darkness into the bright light of your love
All I can do is thank the big guy above
I've been given a second chance on love
That's as beautiful as a white dove
I'll love you for forever
Hopefully always together.
By: Raven Star
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
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
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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