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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.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
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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