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Good bye letterGood bye
This is my final good bye for so long you were my friend for so long my rock
then it all went to hell I am sorry for the bad times and happy for what ever times I made you smile
I know you dont want to hear form me but was suggested that I do a good bye letter so this is it
I have dealt with so many emotions from what was us ive gone from sadness to anger to sadness again I just want it all done and over with so hopefully this gives me the closer I need so I no longer have to deal with this ever again so good bye I wish you the best may the darkness always wrap you in its shroud of protection and may good fortune always follow you
UntitledLock the heart inside the chest
and close off all that makes you human
turn from the light
and realize what makes you strong
take the pain
and return a cold response
lock the heart inside the chest
and never feel again
Namings? Tomato, tamato poNamings?
Sub , grinder
Kroger ,Fred Myers
All the same yet all different?
Why different names for the same thing?
Is whats good for the North not good for the South?
Is whats good for the East not good for the West?
Such weird people all naming the same thing different names.
Can we not all just agree on one name.
So confusing so annoying I must say its rather confusing to be quiet frank.
Why fear deaths touch, why notWhy fear deaths touch,
why not welcome it,
so cold no promises,
No lies to be unraveled,
No dirty secrets hidden away,
Like dirt under ones fingernails,
Lift up to me your cheek,
Feel the cold touch of death,
And forget the lies of warmth and pleasure,
Underneath that lieing sun,
Walk into the night,
Hand in hand with death,
and remember it has always been death that has been true
The story is done, The Tale unThe story is done,
The Tale unfolded,
The plot has ceased,
The villian beaten, But yet no happy end,
Does this story bear,
For in the end,
The hero is broken,
Not by magic,
Not by sword,
Not by mace,
But by closest betrayal,
Final words are cried out,
Yet fall upon silent ears,
Why you he crys yet knows the answer,
For no other was closer,
Thats why you,
For there could be no othe
The darkness comes once more, The darkness comes once more,
filling in what space the light had filled,
why cling to the light,
when the sun is no longer there to shine,
why cling to the hope of light,
when the night has never lied,
to the dark shall i run,
the shadows my cloak, '
the darkness my one true friend,
it never lies,
it never hurts,
it only sooths the pain and the burns of clinging to the light,
so with these words,
the darkness does take over,
forget the light,
forsake the day,
for in the end the night will always reign.
Your grim reaperI once wanted to do nothing more but make you happy now all I want is to be the last thing you see as your last breath is forced from your lungs I want to hear you beg for mercy and stare into your eyes as you releaze that you shall receive none I want to be the cause of your death I want to be your grim reaper
Happy birthday EliWhat can I say bout my dear daughter Eli this her special day
When fate caused our paths to cross I never thought I'd gain as loyal a daughter as you, You always know to make those around you laugh or smile,
You are a very sweet, caring, loving, loyal, person and I am proud to call you my daughter, From day one you have been a joy and pleasure to have around, You quickly fit yourself into the mold of the crazy family that we belong to, and honestly I feel as if you are my actual daughter you remind me of well me in so many ways, So happy 23rd birthday and heres to many more to come and may we always spin this tale as family
The monster takes over
Out of the shadows a young male vampire would step a smile on his face as his eyes laid upon his dear friend. Memorys of how he and the beautiful creature before him had met swam through his head. Today she was in her black and orange cat form fire poofing out from her mouth. Ello my dear -He would greet her as he walked up and hugged her close- Ello you goof bal. -She would reply a light chuckle pouring from her lips as she smiled back at him. He would smile a bit brighter at her usual greeting they would sit and talk bout this and that as the night grew on in time she would turn in and go to sleep. He would stay by her side watching over her as was his promise. As he watched over her he would begin to dream of what is and what could be. He thought of how easy it was for him to make her smile and how easy it was for her to make him smile, Yet even in that they were held apart by others but soon in time both those chains would disappear from both of them. They chain to the girl causing
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
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