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that live on though us
small words turning into larger fights
and lives changing as the days go on
We shall not live by any one who makes us
but by those who help us
and show us light
and life that is beautiful
by people who give us love and nothing less
it is something remarkable
a word so short able to change futures
able to change everything in one, two, maybe evan millions of lives
love is what i live for
and that wont ever change
Be YourselfUnmistakable feelings turn into shades of thick gray
that only get washed away with every other color in our life
feelings that ignighte only when touching
mirroring feelings seem to show any color at all
but when that color does show it controls us
and gives us meaning in a world that knows nothing at all
for we are all just small insignificant pieces of a puzzle
Make that color beautiful
don't let it be a gray
don't let it swash from you like dirt on your shoes
make it something to be proud of
and live to be what you want
not someone scared in the past
scared of the future
scared about what he wants or does
be yourself and nothing less than that
Make yourself meaningful
make yourself beautiful
but most importantly
Live forget and smileShatter this world we know as reality
make us numb to the fact of our own fears
and let us grow into our hopes
as we forget why we live from day to day
and belive in a reason to live in a year or two
Let us forget our self commitments and just live
take it day by day and live every day as if it were the last on earth
the shadows will never hurt you
they will only scare you
scare you into a realm were pain becomes your friend
and life is nothing more than a nuisance
Soft FootstepsSoft footsteps lead up to uncontrolable emotions
why am i this way
curently in a mist of confusion of myself
and left to die among the words that are mistakenly fogotten
Yet be myself i stand among people who i am not sure really care
i feel broken at times lost and confused
shatterd when moments before holding myself up
yet only by a straw
the strong shall live and the weak shall die
i have always learned
but i want to be one of the strong
yet findmyself falling into the weakness of myself
my uncontrolable anurisms
emotions and way of life.
I want to be diffrent
and lost among the seas of destiny
ready to land on somthing more than myself
to land hand have meaning once again
But who knows what shall come of thease days long ahead
only thought of by the passing moments
What Grace Gives us HopeWhat grace gives us hope
who shall give us truth
who shall shake us from the solem comfort of what we know and understand as ourselves
what shall make us forget the old shaken ways of the past
and let us live the life changeing events that are four out own good
W must live by the single threads of our fate
and forget outselves
and the way we live ow
We must become diffrent
not be bound by labels and things that hold us back
yet live by morals that are not easily shaken
With meI Miss you
i miss you a lot
but i dont want to
you were the world to me
but you let me down
and now im down
sitting on the floor
with my head in my hands
waiting for you to come pick me up again
but then again thats when you left me
when i fell
when i was alone and i needed you
with my hands up hopeing for you to pull me back
but you didnt
you walked away
and when i found somone to help me back for only a second
you came to and noticed that you wern't the only one who could help
but now im here
sitting on the floor
with wishes of forgettence and hope of somthing new
becuse i now know that you
dont want anything to do
Innocent boylost feelings
leave me hung among dead bodies
and a hope that is never ending
just seems to bring more and more pain into this fragile life
Let things be the way they are i always say
let them become you and shape you
but shape is not a problem for me
its a problem for them
Last thoughts dangling the motion of the dead
realize that you may not be strong enough in this big place
but then again who knows
the shadows drip among the rest of us
and make us believe that we are no longer ourselves
pain and suffering wanders over me
like the wishes of an innocent child to be something
a fireman a police officer or the president
not who they are in 20 years
the shadows are unmistakeable
and shatter me faster than anything else
let them become me
and hold onto what i am now
shine and blur the lines of myself
and let me be something more than just an innocent boy
because that innocent boy inside does not want to be apart of thi
Who KnowsThe young boy walks down the halls,
with nothing but strange visions on his mind,
ones about life soon to come,
people soon to be,
With each scratch he has
with each stab his heart has taken
and with everyone surrounding him saying its going to be ok
what does he do
when he feels like they are lying to his face
what if things arn't going to be ok
what if they get worse
Being HumanWhen does being human come into how you feel about your life
is it when you have your heart broken for the first time
or is it when you find yourself crying
no because someone has died
but you have inside
When can we stand ourselves up like our old army men
and continue to fight the everlasting war we know as life
When does love no long become something you look forward to
but something to fear,
something that your afraid of?
Is it when you heart has broken so many times that it feels like sand running through your fingers
or is it when you cant smile anymore knowing you feel the way you do
because of what someone said or did
Well i guess we will all find out
for ourselves someday
but for now i'm going to sit
and be quiet
because all those feelings have come to a screeching hault
and l am unmistakably
i fell asleep amidst a garden.sunlight radiated from your
those periwinkle eyes gently watched
as somewhere far away I dreamt.
soft rose petal lips
gently trailed along my neck
as honeysuckle oxygen
poured into my lungs.
and like a bird's fallen feathers
those ivory fingertips
slowly traced my face
and a midsummer wind
whispered me to sleep.
he leaves with his parents
i think of rushing after him and saying goodbye
and the blow from the absurdity
almost knocks me back into someone else
my fingers freeze and i feel my lungs grow corrupted
but i breathe steadily and try to think about the new year
i feel a sense of dread growing
and the world continues
a chase of laughter and solitary sadness flung together
a sour mix that doesn't sit well on my tongue
frost slicks itself onto my curb
and i find myself hanging on for dear life
not much of a life though
and i can feel my ribs becoming brittle and broken
but no one knows
the air is heavy with heartbreak
most days i want to lie on the floor
and never wake up again
there is not much to say about january
it is so ... january
the scent of him still clings to my skin
it's a voucher, a token
a little souvenir from last year's love
it has been three or four months
part of me is becoming restless
In Her EmbraceThe room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
So soon outmatched by her inner radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.
what words cannot describe.they say a picture
is worth a thousand words,
but when i see your face
a million praises
rush to my lips.
and yet when you're standing
right before me
with those pale eyes glowing
my throat is locked
and i am speechless,
is so vague
compared to you.
Love isn't beautiful,
Nor isn't bad,
It is usually both,
A mixture of feelings,
Some people decide to show love with care,
Others want to be selfish and make them do all the work,
It never works out...
Some people wake up in the morning feeling good inside,
To cherish their love for the person they love most.
Some people wake up and wish they can start over,
To die and wake up to a new life.
To start over.
Love is hot,
Love is cold,
Love is poison.
Love is evil,
When love is good,
But what is important is.....
Love isn't perfect
You, me and simple us.Roses are the desire,
from the thorns that enclose them,
from me to you,
from the violets that bleed unknown,
from the love of mine to yours.
Though I've only known you for a while,
Our thoughts are enlaced in our timelines.
Even as I live to this hour,
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
The reminiscent of the distant future,
It is a simple reminder of us,
Heartache we learned,
distance we learned to keep
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
Gaze of an AngelYour words of grace and true compassion;
They light up my world like a thousand suns.
Your gleaming, beautiful smile;
It makes me see the world in a clearer light.
Your magnificent, perfect eyes;
They allow me to see through the gaze of an angel.
These words, oh, these words..
They soothe me like the moonlit sky.
As we dance underneath the starlit moon,
Our eyes meet one more time;
We lean in and our lips meet.
This is my dream,
This is my salvation,
This is my everlasting joy.
Your beautiful soul is what makes me whole.
Shall I love you forevermore?
The answer will always be yes.
Do I draw the line between your sanity and my limit?
Tell myself that I'm done with you and leave well enough alone?
Do I decided that you're not worthy of the time I give
So generously in moments of absolute hatred?
Do I agree to tell you that I can't look at you anymore?
Tell myself that this is how all love ends
This is how this ship goes down?
Do I let you know that you're not going to be my 'forever'
And that we're not really meant to be?
Do we let our new beginnings start and old ending die?
Let each other go so we can both move on to the bigger and better?
Will I go running to
When there is no one else but you?
Will I decide to draw the line between your happiness and my depression?
Tell myself you weren't the friend I needed
And move on to the greater things in life?
Have we decided in this moment of Last Breath
That there is no time we can find for each other?
Do we have to let it end?
And drives away...Arms reach around a body so confused with stress she had no where else to go
as warmth drifted from the boy to the girl she pushes away
scared and hopeless he drifts to the side, not knowing what to do
yet as the shadows race upon his heart so soft
she turns and with back faced she fills the void of him with nothing more than meaningless work and countless hours of careful study
with a darkness upon his heart, he turned back around and walked away
as cracks shift and mold inside of his heart with every step further away
he slithers back into the drivers seat of his car as tears well upon his face
and drives away....
yet with pedel to the floor, he wishes to see her face once again
for he loves her, and everything about her
yet as wind smacks the ever warm redness of his cheeks
he doesn't look back
he knows she does not understand what she does
he only wishes
The Key That Changed The World
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