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If I Could Turn Back TimeIf I could turn back time
Is that a song lyric? I don’t care.
But if I could, it would be before you were lost to us. Before you got that monkey on your back.
I would go back to when you visited us. So I could see you more than once a year. So it wouldn’t be at a wedding where you were quiet and out of place. Back home, where we just laughed and played and talked about nothing.
If I could turn back time, I would want to know what happened in your future.
I would sock you in the face and hug you while you’re down and not let go. I wouldn’t listen to your shocked stutters or confusion.
I would just sit there, and cry.
If I could turn back time, it would be to those days.
Before you were troubled and long dead before you were buried. It would be before your parents broke apart and mourned. It would be before your siblings would huddle together with their pets, the husbands and wives, their little children, and cried themsel
Yes and No“You want to be alone today?”
I want to be alone...
So you don’t have to see me break
So you don’t have to watch me snap at every little thing
So you don’t have to hear me cry
I want to be alone...
So you won’t have to see that look in my eye
So you won’t have to find the despair hiding in my pupils
So you won’t have to cringe as I yearn for the boy of frost to finally come
“Are you sure?”
I don’t want to be alone...
So I won’t have to fear of what I might do
So I won’t have to hide in my room, hoping you won’t come home early to find me like this
So I won’t have to remember what I lost
I don’t want to be alone...
So I don’t have to hope and hope for someone to come along
So I don’t have to wait anymore
So I don’t have to wait for the boy of frost anymore
I still hope... I still pray...
That maybe he’ll finally come along
Change It AllI want to walk in the snow
I want to gaze at the stars
I want to capture the moon
In a land so full of heat
Buildings upon buildings
And artificial lights oh so bright
The three of which I want to grasp are always out of my reach
But even if there weren’t these hindrances
Even if it snowed all year around
Even if the moon wasn’t an illusion through the eye of a camera
Even if all the street lights vanished so I could watch the real stars shine
I wouldn’t have anyone to share it with
For my own is just busy, busy, busy
As he lives far away where they do get snow
No brother or sister
The only one I have can’t even crawl on her own and is just as far away
As I’m too broken for even the cold man for whom I wait ever patiently
A happy family always awaits them at home
Where the arms are waiting to embrace
Where there’s always a new and exciting story to laugh at later
Where you’re never alone
Not for one s
Do Not WantI dont want to stand
Because I know Ill collapse
I dont want to walk
Because I know Ill take the wrong path
I dont want to run
Because I know Ill trip
I dont want to fly
Because I know Ill fall
I dont want to be guided
Because I know youll let go of me
I dont want to be carried
Because I know youll drop me
And I dont want to be loved
Because we both know youll lose me
FailureI see you when I close my eyes
You’re smiling, yet not. You’re far away and I can’t touch you. I can’t speak to you.
Because you’re not really there
You’re a ghost
But I still see you. In the darkness of my dreams. It’s the only way to find you.
They gave me a way to bring you back. It was a dream, but I wanted it to be real. There was a way to bring you back.
The darkness said I had to do something. Something I wouldn’t normally do. It’s been so long since that dream, I can’t remember what it was anymore.
Did I do it? Yes
But did I do it right?
The darkness said I had done wrong. You were slipping away, back into its cold clutches. You were all alone back there and I could do nothing. I was useless.
I AM USELESS.
The darkness gave me a way to bring you back.
And I failed.
Come To TermsYoure really gone; dead
It became real the moment I saw the urn resting comfortably in the folds of flowers
Its not true It cant be
It became real again when I saw your siblings putting up the table of you- who you are
No- who you were
They each carry bits of your dust with them around their necks
I wish I could have one, too. But I knew theyd never let me
Im not your sister or brother- not your mom or dad
Im your cousin. I guess thats not considered close enough
A MAGICAL WALKI heard music, and hence I did follow
As a light rain fell from the sky above
The sound of my pitter patter feet were hollow
Wet now I had to remove my gloves.
Onward I trudged through the mud and the muck
The music I heard was getting louder now
The pathways I followed were sheer out of luck
Moisture thickening as I wiped my brow.
I found myself humming this melodic tune
Anxious that I was not lost on my course
All about me were fireflies strewn
Driven, was I, by this melodic force.
Not far away was a break in the path
As I approached I saw a luminous pond
Dozens of Fairies were taking a bath
The Fae are a race that I was quite fond.
Quietly I backed up and went my own way
Dimmer and dimmer became the bright light
Happy to see the light turned to day
So went the happiest night of my life…
RevelationsI: Reciting Suns
Was the name
Of the girl
Who divided us.
All those years
All those sunsets
Are now garbage
You promised me
Holding my hand
Will be forever”.
I saw the tears
Waiting in your eyes
A sign to fall.
But the rain
I said yes.
Touch my soul
Reminding your words.
I was in love
Sleeping on the clouds
Where you were
Reciting me suns.
August the nine
A rainy day.
Over the church
With black wings.
Were they crying
For the future?
Worried my flesh
In a good way
I wanted it now
I wanted the end.
Would be in Paris
The most romantic
Place on earth.
Leaving the decoration
To another lucky couple.
August the ten
Now in France
Away from home.
Love in the air
Taking my senses
To beautiful landscapes
Full of roses.
I feel art
At the museums
Where the life
Is red and black.
Owns my body
I hate the water.
HellengardIn Hellengard they have a rule
that shan't be broken ever.
It states that all of man's affairs
will stay his own endeavour.
It claims that man is not allowed
to sail beyond the Silent Sea
and thus bereaves the people from
the Shards of truly being free.
Hence Hellengard, the World in Shards,
is split in many realms these days
and mankind has forgotten that
their world once had a different face.
So in each and every realm there is
a belief that other Shards are myth
and mankind does not dare to leave
the only place they're sure to miss.
Yet Hellengard depends on strength
and strength has come from unity.
As unity is long since gone
the World in Shards might cease to be.
The end is near for Hellengard,
where rules ensure a world's demise
and all the while the people fight;
the end will take them by surprise.
RevelationHow beautiful it really is
Flames of the Apocalypse
And as the world begins to end
I wish that you were here again
The Mary Sue Song!Hello, writer, now I will tell you
The tragic tale of the Mary Sue!
Once there was a writer who wanted the best
But what she didn't know, she just invented a pest.
Her character was beautiful beyond compare
To rival every character everywhere.
She had every power imaginable
And lots of boyfriends, too,
The writer did not know she just made a Mary Sue!
She brought that Sue to roleplays
To fanfiction and more,
Surely she had the OC that we would all adore!
However, that Sue was hated and abhorred.
The writer did not know it, and soon her Mary Sue
Started to take many forms and grew and grew and grew.
Sues sprouted everywhere, with rainbow eyes and flowy hair
And quickly the literary world fell into a despair!
Some writers sided with the Sues
And some did not agree
"These undeveloped characters have gone to far to me!"
Characters did not know if they were Sues or more
And then the world of writing started a Sue war!
So, dear writer, listen well,
Take any path you choose,
But do not fall i
ParableAn image alike I give unto you:
A sunburned prince in the desert lies
With crusted salt on his wide eyes
That stare at the o’erbearing sun
That burns his skin and causes sweat to run
And fall on the sand like vaporous dew.
In the cavern of his hollow chest
The eight-legged poet makes his abode
With strands of silk connecting them all,
Safe for now from all that erodes.
But the corpse that sustains will also decay
Leaving the tale-telling arachnid in a cave
Of bones that support but don’t cover
And leave nothing to the elements allay.
And so ends the exiled prince; an empty
Home for a migrant spider, left tempting
The vultures and scavenging creatures
With the allure of lean meat aplenty
Until the desert consumes his features.
Blood in the SnowPart of "Hellengard" - Shard of Terror
There is blood in the snow
and it's freezing and cold
and my breath can be seen
as I stand here so bold
and I can't look away
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't good
and I'm not bold at all.
Yet I'm standing here still
and I can't move away
If I do turn and run
I am sure I will pay
cause there's blood in the snow
and that blood isn't fine
cause that blood sure as hell
isn't looking like mine.
Now it may seem like this
is an odd thing to say,
cause why would anyone
ever see it that way,
that it's fright'ning as hell,
that it's awful and scares,
when the blood in the snow
doesn't look like it's theirs,
But, you see, there's the thing
that the blood in the snow
is as blue as the lake
in the valley below
and it doesn't make sense
and it shouldn't be there
because now that it is
someone needs to take care.
There is blood in the snow,
just some blood in the snow,
but the people are scared
Let it fallLet the world crumble.
Let the world fall.
I will still be here in the end.
Looking up as I leave behind my regrets,
But keep hold of your memory.
PondIn my green backyard
Among the yellow fronds
Lies the still water
Of my little garden pond
And inside the little pond
Among all its features
Lies an ecosystem
Of aquatic creatures
All in one pond yet
All of are different
All are in their way
Shrimp, snails and water boatmen
Are what I found in the bog
Along with a bundle of eggs
Spawned by a green frog
There is also a pond plant
Whose leaves take up a lot of room
But in the spring it has
Beautiful pink flowers at full bloom
All of these things
That live and died
Live out their lives
In the pond where they all reside
TexturesThe world is made up of all textures
There are those we can find with the skin
Ones that are easily seen by the naked eye
And those we can find only by the soul within
The ceramic cup is smooth and glossy
A honey scent sways from steaming tea
Those that drink with pinky out feel classy
Tea feels warm and like a welcomed embrace
When I touch your face
When I grasp your hands
I feel the sweet kindness inside
I know where the concern stands
But when you touch my own face
When my hands would be enveloped by your own
Can you feel the scars inside?
Can you feel the pain that brings me down?
The ceramic cup became rough and worn
A scent is gone and steam faded cold
The one that drank lost their class
Tea having disappeared in days of old
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