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LOVEI never understood this feeling
the way my heart flutters
the way i dont know what im doing
and i cant under stand my own heart
why im sad when your gone
why i never let you know
the way i keep thinking of this love song
and cant seem to find my words at all
the way you make me sing
make me dance and spin
why your voice has this ring
like ive herd it some where before
why i smile at you like this
why i shock at your very touch
and at all the things i miss
like how you seem to be the same
how your eyes never leave mine
how you blush when i say your name
and cant seem to say the right line
and how you seem to smile sweetly
i can hear your heart beat
somehow matching mine
and it seems we always meet
when we are thinking of the other
how we count the seconds that pass
till we meet again
and how each feels so vast
and how this one word escapes up
LOVE and with us two
how we wait to hear these words
I LOVE YOU
AND I LOVE YOU TOO
I never understood my feelings for you
why i blush at your sigh
Wing BeatsA single feather
a single wing
The breath of souls in flight
A night of stars
the moon so bright
the beat of twin souls intertwined
And shall we part
the strings of fate
will keep our wings around us
our hearts will fly
mine on wings of light
and yours on wings of dark
The feathers fall
floating on a swift breeze
covered with the tears of our past
And shall we fall
ours hearts torn from never too late
may our paths meet again
on the wing beats of fate
may your heart meet mine
may your courage reach me
may our souls weave into our wings
wings on opposite sides
wings of light and dark
wings as pure as the silver moon
And when the stories end
and time stands still
I will remember the beats and hold
the feathers of our love close
by katelyn pritchard
forgotten thiefWhat if you were a divine and a ruler in your own world .and what if you had a mate but some how kept losing your memories of it all this is the story of the divine black wings the witch wolfy the monster cheshire ruler of the divine Sylia blackwings.
When i first woke up al i could remember was i was a divine my name was Sylia and a single voice saying "I'll always return to you Sylia" when i opened my eyes i was alone in the forest surrounded by trees a field with millions of lovely flowers a lare cottage with 2 stories a water fall and a lovely lake and hidden cave. the house was empty of people but ad plenty of witch equipment i decided that i would practic magic to make money for myself and so my new life began.
The next day i dressed in a black robe under which was a long dress looking around i was in a small demention called romantia it had soft orange tall brick building with red and white roses climbing up the walls lovely castles and many rivers it was beautiful t
Changes and formsShe sings she dances
The graves silent
unknown names long ago blurred away
unnoticed by her and her games
no one there to hear the melody
no one there to see her gleam
she is not in our world
but in a dream to be a dream
She is not this worlds
for she is not human
She is her own
not angel nor demon
She stops and stares
stares up to the sky
where she begins her change
black wings form unfurling with a sigh
they stretch and fold
each feather gleams silver then black
she goes up high high in the sky
her feathers glide her on her back
the clouds she lays on
the stars her lights that gleam
her wings fold around her frame
the moon listens as she sings to her dreams
Devines and ProphetsOnce in a time long forgotten. Where trees grew high like wall and magic could be found around every corner there lived a young prophet named Sirren. He had amazing powers in his control and because of such found him self in the church of prophets to learn control of his abilities. He liked his life but found him self feeling alone too often. All the little kids thought of him as scary and all the older kids studying under the church feared and envied him and the adults just wanted to use him. At the age of 14 he felt terrible depressed from there hatred. He wanted to leave and so at the age of 15 on his birthday he left and on his travels he joined a large circus troop for a life of preforming. And preform he did at night during the end of the show after the young unicorn rider was done and the griffins and fairies left the stage you would see a type rope and in the middle was Sirren dancing and holding a strange sword that after a flip turned into a flute that he began to play out of
A night's dream A Night's Dream
A simple star making it's way to the sky
oblivious to the passage of time.
A ravens feather floating down
swirling twirling to the ground.
The silver light of the moon
surely it will be fading soon.
For the night is like a single dream
a little more than it may seems.
But the night is my single bliss
a happy moment i will miss.
For in its fold is simple quit
with no reason rules or riot.
In the dark I sing my song
in a silver graveyard long.
I sing for happiness and dreams
for my soul and memories.
I love the dark
deep in my heart.
i hold strong for the night
to open up my sights.
To be free of shackles and fright
to escape to lovely night
to be myself and all i seem
to escape to a nights dream.
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Deathyour time is here
you see a figure in the light
then you see one in the dark
and in the end you turn to the night
you walk to your death
and greet him like a lost friend
a long time foe
whose strength he would always lend
you smile no longer afraid
he holds out his hand
taking you in to your eternity of sleep
asking for company to deaths land
promising a secret
a secret finally found
you ask him about death
and wait for the sound
the old angel smiles
leaning in to tell you
to whisper to you his answer
and ends your life too
your life gone
in that small amount of space
you follow fast
and to the death you race
you die ending your life
waiting to see the new world
and what it has to hold
and the misted valley swirled
you would stay
stay while your heart raced
stay with your angel
in deaths embrace
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