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What is heart?Where do we set our home?
Where do we feel warm?
Where is there no doubt?
A heart knows where the home is.
That is the warmth.
That is where we belong...
Never is there a doubt of what we can do.
Never is there a doubt of what can happen.
So long as I am home.
Whether home is an actual place,
Or a person that we love.
As long as we know they are there.
That is love.
When we live for them.
Allow for them to remain protected.
That is why we remain.
We fight for our home.
We fight to survive.
Light v DarkWhen did fighting
Turn to ash?
When did love
Turn to pain?
Why does this happen?
What happens to Joy and Love?
Are they numb after use?
So why do we fight light?
We try to accept dark,
Yet when life comes,
How can we be seen then?
With light gone,
What else is left?
Maybe it hurts us.
Destroys the light that is inside.
That is why we die.
I don't want to live like that.
The truth is there.
Light lives in us.
So why do we fight it?
I try to live life in the light,
Yet I feel the darkness.
However, there shall always be one light.
The light of Life.
The light of Hope.
Non-Stop FlameLet this flame burn brighter.
Climb higher than the sky itself.
Allow a greater world to burn.
Never give up.
Be the last one standing.
Never say goodbye.
There will be a greater power ahead.
Let this burn forward for the world
And envelope it with the world of ice.
This world needs to glow with a new flame.
Enjoy how life goes.
Let this flame show a brighter future.
Let it burn down this false world.
Show me your great power.
Allow me to blaze with fury.
Give me a fight.
Cause this fire will never stop
I Wish It Would RainI wish it would rain
That it would wash you away
Out of my skin
I wish the clouds would part
Shine light on realization
What I could be
I wish there was a rainbow
An arc of brilliant colors
A sign to give me hope
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chest
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautiful
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Smile, Not.A girl I don't even remember
Because now the faces blur together.
"It's been so long!"
She smiles happily.
And I smile back,
"Yeah, I missed you so much!"
Because that's what
She expects right?
I know she just wants
To talk to me, because
There's no one else.
"So how you've been?
I went out with my friends
This weekend, and we had So much Fun!"
"That's great! I didn't go
But that's alright, because then
No one will ask me why...
"Awww. That sucks."
She tilts her head
And smiles pityingly as if to say
I don't want anyone's sympathy,
I don't need anyone's pity
Why does it matter if you don't understand?
"Maybe you can go with
The girls and I this weekend!
It'll be fun! We're going to..."
Somewhere "perfect" right?
Somewhere where you'll forget me right?
Somewhere I'll never fit in.
"Of course! That sounds great,
I'll try to make it!"
OneI can remember exactly when i first met you.
The slight crease in your face as you smiled.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I can remember everything.
You shaped me. Made me.
We grew into each other. We fell apart with each other.
I cannot remember anything without you.
I can remember exactly when we first kissed.
The way your lips felt soft and curious, against mine.
If one thing could say something, then that did.
I'd live a million miles away.
Another life and world away, with you.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Pearl When your heart is broken
Don't believe those liars.
The ones who say,
"There's other fish in the sea"
Why bother with a smelly, common fish,
When you can find a pearl?
And my darling…
You are a pearl to me.
The Betrayal yet to be Forgave.Do you wish to live or wish to die
the choice is yours and not mine.
Why destroy such a beautiful thing,
just for pointless self-hatred?
To loathers looking to despise,
from lost lovers
to the sudden outburst of cries.
The heartfelt plea
is now stubborn
but not pleasantly surprised
by your betrayal,
now the pale kiss
because you was unfaithful in my eyes.
Its an uphill struggle
trying to scrape through unscathed
knowing i was broken.
Now you ask me what is wrong
then you ask me why i speak so grave,
the fact is you don't know the truth
behind, the betrayal yet to be forgave.
YouI can't describe you in any form,
But you're the sun that waits for a single moment
To shimmer down the warmth that I need.
You're the fiery flares that peel off the sun
And brighten up the darkness that I have traveled through.
You're the rippling ocean on a tranquil night,
The cyan tides that wrap around me instead of drowning me.
You're even the depth of the ocean
That I wish to adventure downward and discover what you hold.
You're fire and water interlaced with each other…
And yet have a mellifluous personality that shines enough that can give sight to the blind…
I can't describe you in any form,
But you're the tranquility I oh so desperately need,
And the light that can help me exit the darkness.
Letter to a Friend.To the friend that I worry a lot about,
I want you to know that you are wonderful,
No matter what.
I know we don't talk much anymore,
Yet you still mean a lot to me.
I want you to know this.
You are beautiful and nice.
You are sweet and caring.
You are awesome.
You are amazing.
I don't care how you react,
Or how you live,
But I want you to know I love you.
You are an important person,
And I just wish for you to see it.
From your brother,
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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