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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.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
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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