Blog PostsFriends | BlogDeath; A funny thingI have been told from a very young age that I will fear death; once I feel it creeping around the corner.Contradictory to this however, the older I become, the less I fear, and more importantly, the less i fear death. Death stands by your side the very moment you heart takes its first beat, and will stay with you untill your last. Always uncertin, always waiting, always watching. It work's the same way as ivy, death does. It slowly starts to creep its way up the couse before moving across the white painted wood untill it is green. To fear death is to fear air, To fear blinking, To fear hair growing, Natral. Inevitable. The truly strange thing about death is that it never actuly harms its victims. For death only hurts those living; those it is still watching. For no matter your belife, death is peace. ...Tell me the point in a heart beat.sing to me the reason for melodys. whisper softly why we feel heat. turn my truth into lullabys. nevermoreYou once were a raven/Feathers black as night/ whos wings sore high in the heavens/ almost out of sight/ your beak so sharp/ your tallons ready/ you song as beautiful as a harp holding steady/ kindness was in your bones/ love seemed to consume your soul/ the way your eyes shown/ looking at my heart you stole/ your feathers molted/ two or three times/ from black to blue to red/ each time, more beautiful it shines/ you awoke something in me/ that i could never see/ a warrior ready to be/ no longer rooted as a tree/ freedom sits in our sights/ a place, you and i could be/ togeather in our own rights/ swimming in our own sea/ knowledgeKnowledge, can be a fickle thing/elisive, most dont bother to seek/ gifts only sought by higher beings/ leaving the ignorant and the weak/ Forever growing our minds will be/ becoming ample as the lushious ocean/ togeather our knowledge is key/ If others only saw there other choice poison/ Growing is the beauty of life/ evolving to heroins of our own story/ learning not only from our greif/ but from our triumphs and glory/ Where others fall beneath/ traped by mistakes; their undoing/ we have learned and climbed by the tips/ of our teeth out of selth-loathing/ rip off title but whatever lolTo all the people ive loved beforeive spoken a single word they all string togeather to form its own story most of you pray it ends in tragedy that you did it! you changed me you broke me but sad news for you im free, im stronger then you will ever be ive climbed to the top of the world and your still digging yourself out of a grave you made and i can finaly thank you for helping me write my story and turning me from fluff to steal for holding me as i cried and being the one who created my tears because now im me. someone i will always be proud to be. whispersAs there is a wisper in the air,the devils sweet nothings in your ear. promises, promises! you will get everything you heart desires! if you do one thing... So you do. A bad thing for a good reason! And you wishes and desires unfold infront of you, Ancient scrools of ur heart billowing out, the paper glowing, and you smile. But the bad thing had bad consaqences. Things you loved slowly turned to embers. Left with your dreams, you burned down your own reality. and you learn nothing was as it seemed. Sad and alone, the wind whispers, your skin prickles with fear. The devils sweet nothings back in your ear. Giving you a way out, true freedom at last! So you buy a thick rope, and learn to tie a new knot. and swing from the ceiling. Going where all dreams go, forgotten. Her nameHer name was Jane.That was the name givin to her as she entered this world. It was the name used as she grew and learned as she tackled all obsicles and became the beautiful woman she was ment to be. Her name was Jay. Because that what what he called her as he first took her hand in his and she gave a shy smile. It was her song as he told her 'i love you'. It was the name he used as they made love, and as he fell on one knee, in his wedding vows, to creat their own happy ending. Her name was Mom, From the moment the strip turned pink. It was the name she called herself as she held her first baby, then her second, then her third It was the first word they uttered, making her smile impossibly big. It was the name they cried, as her heart broke. The name called when their nightmares hit and when there first loves broke their hearts and it was the name she would cherish forever. Her name was Grandma. She first heard it when her babys told her they were expecting one of their own. It was the name that made her cry tears of joy. It was the name they congradulated her with, as they handed her her first. And the name scrame as they grew and ran to see her. its the name they chanted as they baked togeather, and the name that cemented the memories in. Her name was Silence. And you could hear it in the trees, and you could feel it in the wind and as the rain hit their cheeks. Its the name that made her children cry, and the grandkids stop screaming. It was the sound of her smiling at the sound of her own harmony; My Personal Palacei live in a palace full of dreamsone full of diamonds and pretty things but in this palace i am seen someones always watching me but yet i'm invisible never seen and i bleed i live in a kingdom of mended hearts never again to be torn apart but now there's no thread left for me now i live in agony you took all your sins and tragedies and used them to split me now i bleed i live in somebody else's wonderland a place where nothing is as it seems you tell me you love me as you lock the door with your special key you wear your crown as you laugh at me controlling my being you rip my heart out as the queen and i bleed i live in a fortress of shattered things everything so broken there is no fixing but i glue all the pieces anyway trying to rebuild what i couldn't say and i bleed. i live in a beautiful place one that deceives you to your face when you come they pour the bleach washing my blood away with my dignity they give me thread to sew the holes dress me as there little doll and they tell me to smile as i bleed |