Sometimes I feelSometimes I feel upon a drought, Like my life was not to take this route, But against alls odds I went and stayed, From this route, my fate, I strayed.Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel as if a storm, Consigned to those emotions torn, Confused about a dream not true, Of which brought me a feeling blue.
Sometimes I feel upon a sky, Like candles bright and clouds up high, Continuing upon my path, A feeling that will never last.
Sometimes I feel as if a moon, Upon which stars and dreams shall loom, Continuing upon my night, Of which brought me a feeling
Forgotten MomentsFaith and Prosperity, Something of which we have none, Our beliefs were taken awhile ago, Underneath the hard-beaten down sun.Forgotten Moments
The angels do not smile upon us, Instead they show us shame, The love bequeathed so long ago, Is now only veiled in pain.
Forgotten lore and mystery tell, What was once upon a time, And underneath a mossy gleam, Shows a time when you were mine.
Sometimes I wish I may I might, Forget the pain inside, But when I try to hide my fear, I find out no more emotion lies.
From all the feelings locked insi
Witty MusketeersForsaken are the ones who give their souls To the wits of mighty men And brought up high above the gold Of naughtiness and dread Life unforgotten is a tale That many men leave known But sometimes love is wrought in jail And left to rot in holesWitty Musketeers
Sometimes the dreams left forsaken Are the ones most dear and spared And left are the ones who beckon To the depths of pain and despair Leave not the pain of love behind But those of hate and war And between the gaps of broken dreams Will leave a scar not sore
Screaming, tortured, unloved souls
Poisoned FearI am poison, Contaminating all you’ve known, I am disaster, Condemning all that’s shown.Poisoned Fear
I am all that you’ve been warned against, I’m your pain, your discrepancy, The one thing that never makes sense.
I am death, I’m retrieval, I’m forgotten woes. I’m a snake’s bite, The wolf’s howl, All the horror that you’ve ever come to know.
I’m the one thing that everyone wants, But never can have. I have the one heart that everyone’s after, But it’s not my own to give.
I have life, I breathe, I take others away.
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept, you strapped your arm around my chest like armor and possession, like ‘this one belongs to me.’ Together, we areTeachers to the Dead
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this your demons say to mine as they demonstrate the art of behaving. Together, we secure their broken bodies and set them into six feet of downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not k
Tree Station
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Do you still believe in stars?
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Meh Love
Meh webcomic
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Showna was here.
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miss midge
that was one of the best stories I've ever read :]
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