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Revenge of Rain
Wednesday, 7:55 PM EST (12/11/2013)
alula: tears fall like rain for the ones you love,....
Lesionia: or the lightning flashes, showing the shock in your face...
alula: fear rushes in, flooding your mind
Lesionia: panic rushes in your viens
alula: as a chill sets in, you stand frozen
Lesionia: yet revenge is a fire thawing you out
alula: seeing your friends and family cut down all around,
Lesionia: and you as the sole survivior
alula: you grip your blade, lift it high in the air,
Lesionia: you cry out your scream
alula: of vengence, by it you sware,
Lesionia: you run across the battlefield- nothing will stop you
alula: from seeking the one that caused all your pain,
Lesionia: That one you will find- no matter what
alula: and when you do,
Lesionia: No mercy will find him nor her
alula: by...les and roan
senseless guilt
Thursday, 3:14 PM EST (12/12/2013)
Confusion rises in me and anger is pushed against me.
A simple thing has turned against me.
Guilt rises and overtakes me,
Yet I know I have made the right choice.
Still confused at why the anger lashed out at me-
I am not frightened, but I know I am not wanted.
I suppose a bastard won this battle-
Yet still guilt and confusion have a hold of me.
Why does everyone think I of all people am weak?
That I will just give in?
That I am a prisoner to my blood, emotions, and to others?
As I ponder these things; Anger rises in me-
suicidal thoughts run in my head.
I just want to curl up and ignore the world.
Soooo... just maybe that's not such a bad idea....
What I am trying to say is I wont be on for a while.
Im ignoring the world- at least that chat anyway.
People that are confused by this poem- it isn't because of you
Only one person did this: She knows who she is.
I hope at least I will be missed, but I wont- oh well.
Confusion's storm
Friday 2:00 AM EST (12/13/2013)
Confusion is like the wind blowing away the things we may want
Tearing apart the things we need.
So much is shown to me, yet
Many more things remain hidden.
Whether it is the Chinook running down a hill-
Soon the unfortunate are stuck in a drift.
Stuck is exactly what I feel in this lifetime
The wind tears at me, my confusion rises as the twister forms
Dark is my path, and I am the light of others.
How long can my light go on? Will this be the storm that will put out my fire?
This I wonder- but like other times-
I have no choice but to carry on my duty.
What duty is that I wonder?
Still the confusion is there-
Where is my light? Where is my place
That I can call my own?
Where is the person that I can say Im proud to be?
Others will say, "She's right in front of us!"
But I have to ask:
"Who do you mean?"
They will just shake there heads
And expect me to do something about the dangerously close storm.
Somehow I always do it
Somehow I always make it through.
Still I wonder
What and where is my destiny?
But in the end I know that I will have to choose...
Not a Hero
I went over the edge, I lost my faith
I have made a bad choice, My choice of no light
Darkness has overcome me, Now I await death
I gave in- I was at my weakest point,
Now I am darkness, though not evil as I thought I would be
The choice I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight
There is still one chance for me
I was blinded, and lost my sight
How could I not see?
But I have regained it, though it bites
This one chance may kill me
There is no one who will for me fight
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
The choices I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed.
I feel too weak to fight, but maybe thats what darkness feels like
It shows the monster in me- so stay away
I must overcome the dark- I must be the rebel
This is the path I was to take...
Now everthing is so clear, when before I was blinded
I must change, I will fight
I know what I am, what I have always been.
You want the secret? too bad its my secret.
I am the monster but I am also the hero.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will change
There is this one chance for me
I was blinded, and was caged
why couldn't I see?
But I am now stronger and better, though it bites
This one chance is the key
There is no one else who can help me change
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
The monster is satisfied, the hero is in pain.
They both live inside of me, and I will use both
I have a new purpose now in my life and that is to change
That is to fight for balance for within me and within this world and universe.
I have choosen light, I tried to be nuetral, I then chose darkness.
I can see through the light, I can see through the dark,
Now I just need to change again.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight
There is still one chance for me
I was blinded, and lost my sight
How could I not see?
But I have regained it, though it bites
This one chance may kill me
There is no one who will for me fight
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
I refuse to hate the sun, but darkness doesnt frighten me anymore
I refuse to hate water, but fire feels so good
I love the earth, I love the night
Winter is not so bad, I refuse to hate summer
I refuse darkness, I refuse light, for I love both
So I need to change, even if it means the death of me.
This is my path; it may be my final path
But I finally feel the smile of a challenge on my face.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will change
There is this one chance for me
I was blinded, and was caged
why couldn't I see?
But I am now stronger and better, though it bites
This one chance is the key
There is no one else who can help me change
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
Im not a hero, Im not a monster, Im both
The Ultimate Pain The Ultimate Sorrow
I stand to be judge, sure of my steps
I know best- but I had not.
My failures has caught up to me
My partner now dead, the cause my hand
Had I not refuse their choices, he would be alive
Had I simply did what I was supposed to
He would be by my side
I do not regret my choice because of me-
but because of him
so young, so strong
My epic failure
I may have once been powerful-
Now I have lost all.
The pain of a dragon master's heart to much to bear
Yet it is my punishment,
My curse: to always fail, always
My blessings- I threw them away.
Now I must send myself into exile
I am the monster.
*tears fall like ashes from a forest fire*
Do not look for me, I will not be found
Do not try to contact- I will not answer
Do not try to comfort, You do not understand
Do not doubt me- the worlds you can not see is very real
And I? I will remain hidden, untouched by anyone else.
I did not get death- I continue my life
I am unfit as a leader, and as a friend
Thus the poem ends and I for once and all will disappear
Thus starts my self-exile.
The Quiter
Vows have been broken, tears have been made.
I was told I was great- I am not
I deserve no praise, Ive only done what I had to do
Ive never gone above, but just below.
I have done wrong, Ive done right.
But in the end, I have always failed.
Always had to be guided, but I couldn't stand on my own two feet.
My pride turned to arrogance, which turned into my ultimate failure.
Death I want- but too many depend on me.
So I pick myself up, I gather myself together
I plan I scheme I struggle
Maybe this time I will learn properly
Maybe this time I can avoid failure
I can avoid the broken vows, and the tears.
Maybe this time I have hope.
The Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
by Crystal Rose
Unknown Life
I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
The Unknown Self
I am the warrior with the beast inside.
I am the shifter, choosing many forms
I am the slayer of demons,
The mistress of dragons,
The friend of wolves
I am the Darkness and the Light
I stalk my prey, I bring justice, I loath evil ways.
I refuse any path but my own, it has brought me mistakes before
I am the Traveler, The arrogant, the weak, the wise, the strong, the smart
But what I wish to be will remain my secret.
For all my secrets have been given away,
All my trusts have been broken
I stand alone for a reason.
I have hurt too many, I have been broken
I have healed as a bone has healed
I am stronger, my soul is now stronger.
I a quartz stand by a diamond.
I may never be the strongest, but now I know I am not the weakest.
This writing does not come from pride
But to serve as a warning, and my final warning.
I will rise above others, I will not be stopped.
What I wish for burns in me.
You may drag me down, I will simply kick you out of the way.
I wish no harm onto others, but I will escape all of your traps.
(chorus)
I will push my pride away and aside
I felt like I died, wanting to hide
I deeply cried, all my tears have dried
Ive been almost a bride- almost tied
Ive been a ride, even a slick slide
Lies I have spied, Run away I have tried
Now I go against the tide, My time to bide
I hide my pride, I put to the side.
The Known of Myself
I am the gentle-hearted outside
Seemingly human, but a demon is born
I have many summons
I have been surrounded like covered wagons
I am the sheeps' wools
I have survived the psycics vampire's bite
I loathe gossip and thier says
Often my battles leave me physically sore
I am the listener, the advisor, the mentalist, the reader, a destroyer, a creator of art
The sounds of one cricket
will be my judgement, it will persway
My hands invisibly blood-soaken
I was on the verge of unknown treason
My tears fall, my clothes soaken
My barriers have been peeled
My weaknesses I must conqure
I am a rose Quartz, not a diamond
Answers, quests, adventures, is all I now seekest
I push my pride, aside
I hope I am done mourning
I will rise above others, I will not be stopped
I wish to be me, and to see
I wish to be great and have a say
All I am now is scraps
Anew
The night swirls around me as the wind blows
The dark rain poisons the waters
Footsteps echo through the darkness
Rushing up while one flees
So comforting its frieghtening
My red eyes blaze out looking through the rage.
My control almost breaking, yet I refuse it to break
I break on the inside, calm on the outside
Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path
I am the Uknown, for that i am feared
I am strength under weakness
Hopelessly myself
No one knows my pain, yet I have none.
I cannot cry, Shock has a hold on me
I can not cry, my tears are gone.
Wounds, they do not show themselves.
Hope is all I hold onto.
I break on the inside, Calm on the outside
Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path
I am the Uknown, for that i am feared
I am strength under weakness
Hopelessly myself
Light is at the end of the endless tunnel.
I can see it as I seem to break down.
My mind is broken open, yet I refuse to be insane
My body is worn down, I have to keep going.
For I refuse death, and it in turn avoids me.
The light is bright, the sun blazes down
It burns away anything in its path
A purifying fire, a beautiful deadly site
My blue eyes shine through, flashing gold.
I stand with my sword, but isnt there something more?
And something less?
Connections and Balance
Earth rises up, lifting me up where I sit.
vines wrap around me gently, even crowning me
flowers bloom, circling me
Water comes to the thirsty plants
Cooling them and me from the suns hot firey rays
A breeze flows gently forth, swaying the plants in a dance
They stay with me through the daylight and through the darkest night
A planet, a sun, a dark universe.
Contentment
The breeze blows through the trees
The language of the wind being mysterious
It blows, the leaves giving little hints of the conversation
The birds chirp and chatter, they talk among themselves
The sun lays upon the deck, water sparkles
Satisfaction, content, love all becomes one
Can one imagine how long it took?
Who would have thought?
Who would have thought that:
Though the darkness kept me away from the light
I fought for Sanity, for happiness
It refused to come
Chained to my pain, Locked to my anger
Broken down in many ways
Yet I still lived, I still learned
I still loved
Pain arises even in the midst of true love
Purity, innocence is taken away
Darkness is chased away by the dove
Prayers unanswered is the pay
Yet I arise over the pain and above
Yet what is given after the torture and pain
Is worth keeping on the coldest night and hottest day.
Chained in the deepest darkness,
I escape as light followed my footsteps
I obeyed the light's every command
But I was never me
So I rebelled and fought
I ran to the mountains finding my saunctary.
My saunctary has trees that whisper
Birds that talk and listened
The crystals would glow at one's touch
Here was my home
But pain follows me everywhere
Until I find peace
Pain arises even in the midst of true love
Purity, innocence is taken away
Darkness is chased away by the dove
Prayers unanswered is the pay
Yet I arise over the pain and above
Yet what is given after the torture and pain
Is worth keeping on the coldest night and hottest day.
What I found in my saunctary was contentment
Peace came as I became whole
Answers were found, friends were made
Self- guidiance showed me the way
And now happiness shines brighter than the sun yet invisible
I wonder
I am alone, yet there are others who stand in my way.
Deemed as great, but also weak.
I have endured all and everything.
I am strong, but my weaknesses are great.
Most try to understand me, but can not.
I am great in thier eyes, yet I see nothing special.
am different, unique, and me.
I have no emotions, but memories of emotions haunt me.
Skilled at the dagger, Skilled at knives, Swordplay is a specility of mine.
I have walked with death and darkness.
I have walked with life and Light.
What can stop me now?
It seems the answer to that is everyone.
Persuasion hits me everywhere- yet I know I am the Outsider.
I can not be controlled it seems, yet they will try to control me.
I have to make a choice, but my choice does not satisfy them.
Where does my life lead- or do I lead my life?
Maybe life is just an illusion, an illusion I can twist?
I wonder sometimes, that life isnt enough
I wonder sometimes.
he Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
by Crystal Rose
Unknown Life
I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
Never again, Chirstmas
I wish you were here, I wish you were coming.
Snow is outside, Inside a fireplace aglow.
I long to call you, but I know you arent traveling.
Days go wizzing by, but to me time is slow.
It feels like yesterday, so today is shocking.
A Montana winter expecally when the chinooks blow.
It should warm me, but it is chilling.
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
The gifts are being wrapped, shopping is almost done
Songs of happiness swirl around
Celebrations of the birth of the Son,
Love and compassion is not bound
The tree is up and ready, decorations are on.
Bright lights dance to a wonderful sound
The frozen trees gleam in the sun.
Suddenly snowmen abound
But we still dont get to see our loved one.
Am I with Chirstmas done?
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
The presents are under the tree,
There is something missing, no someone
I have one last gift I see,
Who could it from it be?
From that special someone.
That I couldnt see.
This year, all I wanted is to see
That special someone by Heaven's Chirstmas tree.
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
Wednesday, 7:55 PM EST (12/11/2013)
alula: tears fall like rain for the ones you love,....
Lesionia: or the lightning flashes, showing the shock in your face...
alula: fear rushes in, flooding your mind
Lesionia: panic rushes in your viens
alula: as a chill sets in, you stand frozen
Lesionia: yet revenge is a fire thawing you out
alula: seeing your friends and family cut down all around,
Lesionia: and you as the sole survivior
alula: you grip your blade, lift it high in the air,
Lesionia: you cry out your scream
alula: of vengence, by it you sware,
Lesionia: you run across the battlefield- nothing will stop you
alula: from seeking the one that caused all your pain,
Lesionia: That one you will find- no matter what
alula: and when you do,
Lesionia: No mercy will find him nor her
alula: by...les and roan
senseless guilt
Thursday, 3:14 PM EST (12/12/2013)
Confusion rises in me and anger is pushed against me.
A simple thing has turned against me.
Guilt rises and overtakes me,
Yet I know I have made the right choice.
Still confused at why the anger lashed out at me-
I am not frightened, but I know I am not wanted.
I suppose a bastard won this battle-
Yet still guilt and confusion have a hold of me.
Why does everyone think I of all people am weak?
That I will just give in?
That I am a prisoner to my blood, emotions, and to others?
As I ponder these things; Anger rises in me-
suicidal thoughts run in my head.
I just want to curl up and ignore the world.
Soooo... just maybe that's not such a bad idea....
What I am trying to say is I wont be on for a while.
Im ignoring the world- at least that chat anyway.
People that are confused by this poem- it isn't because of you
Only one person did this: She knows who she is.
I hope at least I will be missed, but I wont- oh well.
Confusion's storm
Friday 2:00 AM EST (12/13/2013)
Confusion is like the wind blowing away the things we may want
Tearing apart the things we need.
So much is shown to me, yet
Many more things remain hidden.
Whether it is the Chinook running down a hill-
Soon the unfortunate are stuck in a drift.
Stuck is exactly what I feel in this lifetime
The wind tears at me, my confusion rises as the twister forms
Dark is my path, and I am the light of others.
How long can my light go on? Will this be the storm that will put out my fire?
This I wonder- but like other times-
I have no choice but to carry on my duty.
What duty is that I wonder?
Still the confusion is there-
Where is my light? Where is my place
That I can call my own?
Where is the person that I can say Im proud to be?
Others will say, "She's right in front of us!"
But I have to ask:
"Who do you mean?"
They will just shake there heads
And expect me to do something about the dangerously close storm.
Somehow I always do it
Somehow I always make it through.
Still I wonder
What and where is my destiny?
But in the end I know that I will have to choose...
Not a Hero
I went over the edge, I lost my faith
I have made a bad choice, My choice of no light
Darkness has overcome me, Now I await death
I gave in- I was at my weakest point,
Now I am darkness, though not evil as I thought I would be
The choice I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight
There is still one chance for me
I was blinded, and lost my sight
How could I not see?
But I have regained it, though it bites
This one chance may kill me
There is no one who will for me fight
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
The choices I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed.
I feel too weak to fight, but maybe thats what darkness feels like
It shows the monster in me- so stay away
I must overcome the dark- I must be the rebel
This is the path I was to take...
Now everthing is so clear, when before I was blinded
I must change, I will fight
I know what I am, what I have always been.
You want the secret? too bad its my secret.
I am the monster but I am also the hero.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will change
There is this one chance for me
I was blinded, and was caged
why couldn't I see?
But I am now stronger and better, though it bites
This one chance is the key
There is no one else who can help me change
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
The monster is satisfied, the hero is in pain.
They both live inside of me, and I will use both
I have a new purpose now in my life and that is to change
That is to fight for balance for within me and within this world and universe.
I have choosen light, I tried to be nuetral, I then chose darkness.
I can see through the light, I can see through the dark,
Now I just need to change again.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight
There is still one chance for me
I was blinded, and lost my sight
How could I not see?
But I have regained it, though it bites
This one chance may kill me
There is no one who will for me fight
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
I refuse to hate the sun, but darkness doesnt frighten me anymore
I refuse to hate water, but fire feels so good
I love the earth, I love the night
Winter is not so bad, I refuse to hate summer
I refuse darkness, I refuse light, for I love both
So I need to change, even if it means the death of me.
This is my path; it may be my final path
But I finally feel the smile of a challenge on my face.
I will be known as the rebel, for I will change
There is this one chance for me
I was blinded, and was caged
why couldn't I see?
But I am now stronger and better, though it bites
This one chance is the key
There is no one else who can help me change
Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me
Im not a hero, Im not a monster, Im both
The Ultimate Pain The Ultimate Sorrow
I stand to be judge, sure of my steps
I know best- but I had not.
My failures has caught up to me
My partner now dead, the cause my hand
Had I not refuse their choices, he would be alive
Had I simply did what I was supposed to
He would be by my side
I do not regret my choice because of me-
but because of him
so young, so strong
My epic failure
I may have once been powerful-
Now I have lost all.
The pain of a dragon master's heart to much to bear
Yet it is my punishment,
My curse: to always fail, always
My blessings- I threw them away.
Now I must send myself into exile
I am the monster.
*tears fall like ashes from a forest fire*
Do not look for me, I will not be found
Do not try to contact- I will not answer
Do not try to comfort, You do not understand
Do not doubt me- the worlds you can not see is very real
And I? I will remain hidden, untouched by anyone else.
I did not get death- I continue my life
I am unfit as a leader, and as a friend
Thus the poem ends and I for once and all will disappear
Thus starts my self-exile.
The Quiter
Vows have been broken, tears have been made.
I was told I was great- I am not
I deserve no praise, Ive only done what I had to do
Ive never gone above, but just below.
I have done wrong, Ive done right.
But in the end, I have always failed.
Always had to be guided, but I couldn't stand on my own two feet.
My pride turned to arrogance, which turned into my ultimate failure.
Death I want- but too many depend on me.
So I pick myself up, I gather myself together
I plan I scheme I struggle
Maybe this time I will learn properly
Maybe this time I can avoid failure
I can avoid the broken vows, and the tears.
Maybe this time I have hope.
The Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
by Crystal Rose
Unknown Life
I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
The Unknown Self
I am the warrior with the beast inside.
I am the shifter, choosing many forms
I am the slayer of demons,
The mistress of dragons,
The friend of wolves
I am the Darkness and the Light
I stalk my prey, I bring justice, I loath evil ways.
I refuse any path but my own, it has brought me mistakes before
I am the Traveler, The arrogant, the weak, the wise, the strong, the smart
But what I wish to be will remain my secret.
For all my secrets have been given away,
All my trusts have been broken
I stand alone for a reason.
I have hurt too many, I have been broken
I have healed as a bone has healed
I am stronger, my soul is now stronger.
I a quartz stand by a diamond.
I may never be the strongest, but now I know I am not the weakest.
This writing does not come from pride
But to serve as a warning, and my final warning.
I will rise above others, I will not be stopped.
What I wish for burns in me.
You may drag me down, I will simply kick you out of the way.
I wish no harm onto others, but I will escape all of your traps.
(chorus)
I will push my pride away and aside
I felt like I died, wanting to hide
I deeply cried, all my tears have dried
Ive been almost a bride- almost tied
Ive been a ride, even a slick slide
Lies I have spied, Run away I have tried
Now I go against the tide, My time to bide
I hide my pride, I put to the side.
The Known of Myself
I am the gentle-hearted outside
Seemingly human, but a demon is born
I have many summons
I have been surrounded like covered wagons
I am the sheeps' wools
I have survived the psycics vampire's bite
I loathe gossip and thier says
Often my battles leave me physically sore
I am the listener, the advisor, the mentalist, the reader, a destroyer, a creator of art
The sounds of one cricket
will be my judgement, it will persway
My hands invisibly blood-soaken
I was on the verge of unknown treason
My tears fall, my clothes soaken
My barriers have been peeled
My weaknesses I must conqure
I am a rose Quartz, not a diamond
Answers, quests, adventures, is all I now seekest
I push my pride, aside
I hope I am done mourning
I will rise above others, I will not be stopped
I wish to be me, and to see
I wish to be great and have a say
All I am now is scraps
Anew
The night swirls around me as the wind blows
The dark rain poisons the waters
Footsteps echo through the darkness
Rushing up while one flees
So comforting its frieghtening
My red eyes blaze out looking through the rage.
My control almost breaking, yet I refuse it to break
I break on the inside, calm on the outside
Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path
I am the Uknown, for that i am feared
I am strength under weakness
Hopelessly myself
No one knows my pain, yet I have none.
I cannot cry, Shock has a hold on me
I can not cry, my tears are gone.
Wounds, they do not show themselves.
Hope is all I hold onto.
I break on the inside, Calm on the outside
Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path
I am the Uknown, for that i am feared
I am strength under weakness
Hopelessly myself
Light is at the end of the endless tunnel.
I can see it as I seem to break down.
My mind is broken open, yet I refuse to be insane
My body is worn down, I have to keep going.
For I refuse death, and it in turn avoids me.
The light is bright, the sun blazes down
It burns away anything in its path
A purifying fire, a beautiful deadly site
My blue eyes shine through, flashing gold.
I stand with my sword, but isnt there something more?
And something less?
Connections and Balance
Earth rises up, lifting me up where I sit.
vines wrap around me gently, even crowning me
flowers bloom, circling me
Water comes to the thirsty plants
Cooling them and me from the suns hot firey rays
A breeze flows gently forth, swaying the plants in a dance
They stay with me through the daylight and through the darkest night
A planet, a sun, a dark universe.
Contentment
The breeze blows through the trees
The language of the wind being mysterious
It blows, the leaves giving little hints of the conversation
The birds chirp and chatter, they talk among themselves
The sun lays upon the deck, water sparkles
Satisfaction, content, love all becomes one
Can one imagine how long it took?
Who would have thought?
Who would have thought that:
Though the darkness kept me away from the light
I fought for Sanity, for happiness
It refused to come
Chained to my pain, Locked to my anger
Broken down in many ways
Yet I still lived, I still learned
I still loved
Pain arises even in the midst of true love
Purity, innocence is taken away
Darkness is chased away by the dove
Prayers unanswered is the pay
Yet I arise over the pain and above
Yet what is given after the torture and pain
Is worth keeping on the coldest night and hottest day.
Chained in the deepest darkness,
I escape as light followed my footsteps
I obeyed the light's every command
But I was never me
So I rebelled and fought
I ran to the mountains finding my saunctary.
My saunctary has trees that whisper
Birds that talk and listened
The crystals would glow at one's touch
Here was my home
But pain follows me everywhere
Until I find peace
Pain arises even in the midst of true love
Purity, innocence is taken away
Darkness is chased away by the dove
Prayers unanswered is the pay
Yet I arise over the pain and above
Yet what is given after the torture and pain
Is worth keeping on the coldest night and hottest day.
What I found in my saunctary was contentment
Peace came as I became whole
Answers were found, friends were made
Self- guidiance showed me the way
And now happiness shines brighter than the sun yet invisible
I wonder
I am alone, yet there are others who stand in my way.
Deemed as great, but also weak.
I have endured all and everything.
I am strong, but my weaknesses are great.
Most try to understand me, but can not.
I am great in thier eyes, yet I see nothing special.
am different, unique, and me.
I have no emotions, but memories of emotions haunt me.
Skilled at the dagger, Skilled at knives, Swordplay is a specility of mine.
I have walked with death and darkness.
I have walked with life and Light.
What can stop me now?
It seems the answer to that is everyone.
Persuasion hits me everywhere- yet I know I am the Outsider.
I can not be controlled it seems, yet they will try to control me.
I have to make a choice, but my choice does not satisfy them.
Where does my life lead- or do I lead my life?
Maybe life is just an illusion, an illusion I can twist?
I wonder sometimes, that life isnt enough
I wonder sometimes.
he Opposites of Courage
All around me people laugh.
They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path.
Not to mess with the things unseen
They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do.
Never a reason to do something.
They are discouragement.
Shock goes through them as I do an investigation
They always doubt me, they always have.
Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself.
Where is the encouragement?
Where is the praise?
The "I know you can do it!"?
Why must I be my own encouragement?
I walk around, my head hangs down
Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement.
They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown...
But I am the Rebel.
I will not have my only passion taken from me,
My flame rises, and I will not fall!
Neither will I fail.
I will believe in myself...
Even if no one else will...
by Crystal Rose
Unknown Life
I stand here sadden by my difficult, yet interesting past.
I remember my actions, my nonactions, my mistakes, and my choices.
I stand here pondering those choices that have come to pass
I remember all the lies, all the love, the guilt, pain as if they were poses.
I stand in a puddle of my own tears, my mistakes make me a sass
I am reminded of my troubles, the trust, and others choices.
I stand before death several times, yet it leaves me a task.
I live another day, though unknown by me, but known by the Voices
I stand alone, but many want me as if I am rare brass
I run, I fight, I am weary, always waiting for a crisis
I am saddened by everything I have seen, everything I've outlast
I seem to be- no it couldn't be... am I voiceless?
I am gladden to survive all the attacks
I am wiser, stronger, better, smarter, more skilled, more helpful
I am someone, I am me, though there are still lessons, like being humble
I hope one day I will rise and my mind be stable.
Never again, Chirstmas
I wish you were here, I wish you were coming.
Snow is outside, Inside a fireplace aglow.
I long to call you, but I know you arent traveling.
Days go wizzing by, but to me time is slow.
It feels like yesterday, so today is shocking.
A Montana winter expecally when the chinooks blow.
It should warm me, but it is chilling.
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
The gifts are being wrapped, shopping is almost done
Songs of happiness swirl around
Celebrations of the birth of the Son,
Love and compassion is not bound
The tree is up and ready, decorations are on.
Bright lights dance to a wonderful sound
The frozen trees gleam in the sun.
Suddenly snowmen abound
But we still dont get to see our loved one.
Am I with Chirstmas done?
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
The presents are under the tree,
There is something missing, no someone
I have one last gift I see,
Who could it from it be?
From that special someone.
That I couldnt see.
This year, all I wanted is to see
That special someone by Heaven's Chirstmas tree.
For Chirstmas is near, but not the same
For someone dear wont be joining us that day.
Our Holiday will be filled with pain
But our love will still hold out the day.
Never again, Chirstmas will you be the same
Never again, Chirstmas- will you be the same
For our loved one is not here today...
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