| Standing so high above the earth. Looking down and seeing nothing. Caring about nothing. Just looking out above everything. And watching the sun retreat, And disappear beyond the horizion. |
My Last Words BitchYo if I had the last word, Itd be something like this:My Last Words Bitch
The world is mine, About ficking time, Crack a bottle of wine, Its my time to shine! You want me to Cry, Lie, Die. Will im getting High, to fly. Rejecting everything you say, You nag to me, everyday, Cause you wanted it your way. Well, I gave it to you, and out of the blue, you dropped me like the flu- You know what: Fuck you too, get a clue, Im Mother Fucking True New Drew; Your going view, When I chew and brew a new younger you, A girl so amazing, fantastic, dramatic, It kicks your ass out!
You, I can live without; My life, I can live througho
History Into LegendIn a time gone by, When man and myth walked alongside, Gods sat in towers up on high, Men worked below unwilling to abide.History Into Legend
The land was Pantheon, For centuries it had been asleep, Flesh tasted not by the carrion, But something was awakening within the deep.
While man toiled and troubled, The Gods were arite with strife internal, The armies were doubled, All prepared for struggle eternal.
The Gods picked their sides, The men for themselves, Blood covered all their hides, But there is always one who delves.
Tis not easy to
the story weavera golden ocean stretched onthe story weaver
like forever before your fingertips, as you reached out to grasp at blue butterfly wings.
you spun in slow circles, saffron waves rippling out around your waist, and ran warm hands across feather-light sunshine.
you were swept away
by the winds of spring,
and blushed in the kisses
of promised summer.
and amidst those fields of spun gold, for you, life and perfection were found.
because those moments, well,
you made them shine
just like sunlight through raindrop canopies
&n
Be YourselfI'm sick and tired of this, This misery. I can barely even hide it anymore. I done with all of this pretending. I want to be myself again. But I doubt that will ever happen. I have strayed so far from the path I once knew well. I am not happy with who I have become. I'm not happy with life. I HAVE to STOP pretending. Because I can't take this. I feel like I've been faking it since the word go. But no more. Because if I can't be myself, Then I don't want to be anyone.Be Yourself
Past to Future.I've had a rough past. And so have you. But living in the past isn't going to anyone anywhere. The past can't be changed but don't let it decide your future. But never forget the past, Because as humans we learn for our mistakes. And you're never in it alone. I will be here to help you when you fall. And help you stand tall. I will hold you close when you are sad.Past to Future.
I never want to see you hurt. Because I love you. And I will always be here for you, Even in your darkest hour.
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Tired
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---Le plus certain des moyens de vider l'encre noire, d'empêcher la pourriture de gagner, de survivre et de l'emporter---
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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' pain, give yourself a name
call yourself contrition
aberits of fame
giving isn't easy
if anybody'd like to say
when you give yourself away.
let it go, daisy let it go...'
~switchfoot<3
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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