A letter to my future selfDear me,Hello my dear I hope you’re well, but I suppose that’s for time to tell.I hope you’ve aged with a beautiful grace, with no wrinkles on your face.I hope your smiling as you read this, I hope you’ve took your time and succeeded.Are you still writing? In your therapeutic way? For I know it keeps your demons at bay.How’s your family, I hope it’s grew, changed a lot from just being you?I know you’ll be more confident than you what you where before, I hope those common things don’t seem such a chore.How’s the view from your window, I bet it’s of the sea. Or somewhere very beautiful where I know you’ll feel so free.I know things are better than they ever were before, I know you’ll be strong through all the things that make you sore.I bet you seen all the sights and more than you ever dreamed, I know things will be so beautiful than they ever seemed.I suppose you’re busy, with you’re happy lif
My dear friendMy dear friend, I know it's been so long.Please forgive me, I was wrong.But I want you back, can we start again?When we're together I forget the pain.I'll let you lead and then I'll follow,I need you back, I feel so hollow.I miss the memories we used to create,Our relationship was truly fate.I hope my dear that you feel the same,Will you be the spark to my flame?I'm sorry that I went away,I miss you more, day by day.But as I write it's clear to see,My dear friend poetry you've came back to me!
One of those nightsIt's one of those nights were my eyes won't close,were tears keep dripping down my nose.It's one of those nights were everything's wrong but I can't explain why,When the light burns out all I'm left to do is cry.It's one of those nights were I panic at the slightest sound,Were under the air I feel like I'm drowned.It's one of those nights were I can't seem to breathe,Were I choke and I heave, I just want to leave.It's one of those nights were I can't stop thinking,I'm slowly falling, I'm drowning, I'm sinking.It's one of those nights were there are no lights in the sky,Were I feel grounded when I just want to fly.It's one of those nights were everything comes back,All the dark thoughts that shroud your mind in black.It's one of those nights were I'm too scared to dream,For once it's ends, I'll wake up, and scream.
The fame gameShy and quiet, is what you are,Yet is see you dreaming to be a star.Basking under that radiant spotlight,Smiling as your lips gently dust the mic.I see you glow as your passion flares,You melt all fears, you have no cares.But tell me now as your growing strong,Never missing a note in each and every song.Was it really necessary to change your name,Will it really gain you fame?They told you that your own wasn't cool or acquitBut your stage name doesn't really seem to fit.The wig and make up are a good gimmickBut for you I don't really think your with itI'll admit I'm happy for you,But as far as personalities go I think you have two.The fame monster seems to be growing insideYou can run but you can't hide.And the fact that your acting like you're hot shitYou're getting there, but you're not quite it.Watch this space.To late I've seen enough.
Can't be savedBound by pain, torn insideWorrying feelings are coming alive.A storm is forming inside my heartI can't breathe, I'm falling apart."Come help me" I scream as I fall from the skyYou reach out to catch me, then wave goodbye.I can hear your laughter ringing in my earsI can hear the demons whispering my fears.I try to call out, in a desperate pleaBut I know you can't save me.I want to go back, to change it allIt's all to late I've started to fall.I never even said farewell,As I fall to the gates of hell.I cursed myself, for that is trueThere's so much more I wish you knew.
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
I began to writeI began to write a verse filled with spite, filled with anger and utter betrayal.I began to write how I was truly hurt and all the wrongs that had been done to me.I began to write to protest on everything you had done, to shame you, to blame you.But as I began to write I seen that nothing worked, that I had filled the page with a vile and hateful verse.I had seen that what I had began to write was the beginning of a fight, a beginning of a war that would only hurt both sides.So instead if fighting fire with fire, I extinguished the flame, and made a white flag for my soul.I took a step back from my fiery attack.And I began to write this.
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,Take me down the path less travelled, walk me through the sea.The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,Along side the river of the dammed, the water coloured red.Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,Drowning in it's gentle choke.One inhale,and off I'll sail.To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wingsNo need for tears, no sinking fears.A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.A smile I bear, free without a care.No broken hearts, or scaring marks.I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
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MLP: Dreams and RealityThings don't always happen as we plannedbut that doesn't mean we shouldn't tryof going on and onuntil we reach the sky.An inspiration in the cloudszipping through puffs of whitea rainbow stream following behindthat would leave many in an awe-stricking sigh.Pull a little harder,Lift a little more:Dream and strive with everything and everyone,For adrenaline for a true dream is at the coreYou've done everything you can,but you crash and crash again.Dreams and reality are not close relativesand it requires a little sprain.What if the sprain becomes too muchbecause reality says you can't do it?Bitter tears of broken dreamsand a horrible, deep, cold pit.When the reality of the dreambegins to tear it apartthere comes another lightone that is better than the other by far.Things don't always happen as you planbut that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.Keep going on and onand you just might reach the sky.
Children's BookA is for AlphabetB is for BeeC is for ChickenD is for DogE is for ElephantF is for FreedomG is for GreendaleH is for HeroI is for Inigo MontayaJ is for Jackolope K is for KaleL is for LepersyM is for MonacoN is for Nuclear BombO is for OrangesP is for Peeing your PantsQ is for Queen of EnglangR is for RestrictedS is for Shitake MushroomsT is for TurtleU is for UnderdogV is for VolkswagenW is for WarriosX is for XenomorphY is for YoZ is for Zebra
So What? "So what, if there are monsters underneath my bed?" I whisper to myself, lying on my back in bed. I stare upwards, the direction of my ceiling; though I cannot make it out in the pitch black that occupies the space between it and me. "Perhaps they are just as scared as I am; perchance I am just as much a monster to them as they are to me." I considered this for a few moments and smiled a little at the thought. I wondered if I was the first to entertain this idea. "Maybe," I searched my consciousness for the right way of wording this, "they are just lost, and need to find their way home." I decided that this made enough sense, and rolled onto my side --closed my eyes-- in search of sleep. Just as my conscious began to drift, I thought I felt a subtle vibration and grumble that originated from underneath my bed. Instead of allowing this to frighten me, I only smiled a warm, tired smile. "Don't worry," I breathed, "I wi
The Book DragonWith shining hornsSharp teethSparkling scalesMuscular bodyBurning eyesAnd reptilian headThe dragon makes his way homeHe has in his grasp many other items to add to his ever growing hoardThe dragon brings them from all over the worldAnd he will not release them until they are in their proper placesFor this dragon is not the sort to leave things lying aboutHe makes his descent to his houseLands on the giant stone stepsAnd opens the large ornate doorI am waiting at the bottom stairInvite in hand"Come on in. For I would love to share and show what I have brought and learned."I follow on in through the doors that are far too giant for meAs we head through the carved cave wallsThe hall opens into a roomAnd my eyes become open wideThis dragon is not a gatherer of metals or precious gemsHe is a collector of books and knowledgeFor every single shelf was lined with books, maps, and even a telescopeI did a slow turnMy eyes devouring all that lies before meThe dragon look
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