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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.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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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