I am me
I am she
I am the forest, the forest in meFinding the pieces and wanting to build againDo I build me? Do I build them?Who am I and where have I beenI've come to tell the story; the one from withinSeeking oh seeker. These wood are gone This story, the fawn. A glass seen through mourn.Where have you gone, return to us now! You cant have meEyes wide open; sing for my soulI rise from these woods, I seek from these shadows.Grazing sounds against metal throngsThe time is coming, who will you beI don't know, I DON'T KNOW!Find your story, the rise and seekStrums along this lake I seek, the virtue of life. My vengeance i/s meek. Find me in the sounds of the tales over head. I shall rise. I am here. The story is meISeeYouBurn.
Even if you don't feel it, try itStories written, stories found, the match ~ its set Letters converge and characters write~ beyond the threshold, they guide the lightAdventurer moving, explorer in sightLets push the dark away~*Ignitethelight*~
star believersThey landed on the walk of many stones, fully open to the interstellar system which had grown between them. continuous rhythm of life. A night’s gaze facing the evening bliss. The bringers of light, compelled to create. stare . dare to dream
Hearth The cadence of an uncontrollable fire calls me I can hear you, from echoes of a night long gone echoes of a night long here Fleeting footsteps upon fog listed trailsThe ivory seating, a song of believingMy story, might ~ a break upon the night BREAKShake the skys, let the earth tremble in our mightFleeting, flewing ~ earth ever movingThe Rumbling, the soaring SCREEAAAAMMMYELL Rage Duality Spit Fire NO! &
Hide and SeekCobwebs to A Cherry groveSinging of sorrows from deep below, a rumbling of sing song and water's lights glowTouching of light and the soothing sounds of might; the love of the break comes at morning's nightDarkness consumes the reverberations of the singing birdSearching and crawling, lost soul among feeling, the sorrowsEchoes of the signs left for us,A song of fright Sound where there is no sound. Breath where there is no fightWe are alone Was I always lost?fight me as I lay and fight me as I fray, tears of the forlorn Wailing into the night of forgotten sails This trail leads forever Sorrow's song lead meDrifting above, the world in silence Strumming cords of the <
Breathe of FireAmong the battered blades of grass, she laid dying. Gripping tightly, she began to rise . . . Defiance in her eyes . . .
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,That spreads like the plague,Until there's nothing left,But for those with autism,Instead.But why,When we're normal human beings,Like you?Yes we are different,But isn't everyone else,Like for those who are bright,While other's are dumb?Sure our brains are wired,All over the place,Making it harder,For us to think.But it doesn't matter,When no one's the same.And Believe me,This world would be a bore,If we knew our every move,Knowing what everyone would do.So let's hear it:Am I a disease,Or a living human being?
Falling For Him...Falling for him wasn't safe or nice.It felt like I walked into a beautiful museum,a beautiful and mysterious building,but that building was on fire and there was no exit.
i don't want to think about him.and i need a sweet girlwith dangerous eyes,red lips, and heartbreak handsto fall in lovewith me.i'd give her flowersand cheap poetryeveryday,and help her bury themnext week,broken versesfor each mound of dirt.we'd drive all nightto nowhereand end upanywhere,lying on the roof of my carwatching stars hide behind cloudy skieson humid summer nights,swimming in lakesand racing through sunflowerfields at noonwhile cars passon the highway to our right,middle aged drivers squinting at usin the sun,regretting the dayswhen they were young,a historyof wasted youth.i need a nice girlwith luke warm tearsand dreamy liesto fall in love with me,and rid my heartof you.
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted AchromaticI want to be a person just like you, don't you see?I want to be a person who is still being "me"A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.It really would be nice but I'm paying a price'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not sufficeYou asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.A dream which
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,Because her reflection hurts more thanStarving.To the boy who wears sweatshirtsOn hot summer days,Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over hisScars.To the boy who weeps uncontrollablyUntil he falls asleep,Because it’s the only way to escape into hisDreams.To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,Because the dark is more peaceful than herMind.To the child who gets angry,Because no one understands.To the teens who self-harm,To the ones in recovery,To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…Stay Strong.For the girl who skips mealsAnd the boy who wears sweatshirts,For the boy who cries,The girl who hides,And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.Because darling,You’ve come this far.Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesBut dear, what do you mean?Do you mean you want the planets,the asteroids,the sun?Do you mean you want the stars,the galaxies,the moon?Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?An infinite vacuum,a quiet location,solitude for the soul?Oh yes, my dear,I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in thereOh yes, my dear,in there,It’s as empty as you.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
FrozenNot all who wander are lostAnd not all who are lost, wanderMany, in fact, are stuckIn time, in place, in mindUnmoving, they searchNever finding what they lostBecause what they lostis the key to the chains that bind themkeeping them from finding what they are missing the mostNot realizing that what they needwas there all along, hidden inside,buried in the coils of their desperate searchBlinded by the darkness that surrounds them,they have lost the ability to see the light
The Edge of Truth/Fear Its time Its time to give voices to all who believedThe time of reflections has come ~ face your value Who are you, space in time ensuesWe were rightalla . . l o . . . n . . <i>