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A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing 
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me 
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory 
As you fade from my memory 
I drink to pull you back 
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more. 
As the wind blows throw the curtains 
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head 
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity. 
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away 
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence 
I can hear the soft patter of rain 
I can hear your voice whisper to me 
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words 
The ones you used to say 
The one that tore at my heart 
The ones I lost myself
Beloved earth - Geliebte ErdeBELOVED EARTH (ENGLISH VERSION)

From faraway worlds I came,
In love for this earth, in Love for the human beings,
I created a bond with the moon, the one who is most similar to me.
The companion in dark times, she sines bright for all dark souls,
like my heart for the earth...

I've seen a lot of suffering,
I have experienced much suffering,
and yet, after such a long time, I still see the beauty in this world,
see the beauty in people.
The creativity of them inspires me again and again,
they have ideas, dreams, wishes,
And need just a spark that gives them courage
that shines for them,
Who is there for them,
directing them.
I want to give t
Morteguerre
à baisser blanc la tête
que la pierre ouvre au ciel
jugement morne à l’aune
de tes enfouissements

morsure des batailles
mortes

tenir droit dans la roche
cassée d’air et de neige
à blanchir l’herbe de
tes os
partir vierge d’empreintes
poudrées à la va-vide
et ruminer l’hiver
à l’angle d’un cadavre

morgues batailles torves

vois le sel se dissoudre
dans un soleil
stupide

Frantz, mai 2013
Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my
RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h
Mother, I am your child.
Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu
Praying Through The Motions
Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp
By Luck and a Loving Eye
Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un
UrbanThe broken paving stones provide a niche within an unforgiving world,

Tenacious weeds have multiplied around these narrow opportunities

these stringy plants are fitted for survival against the odds, each one

pitching its separate claim to life. Beneath  the ruptured slabs, spindle

filaments of roots seek sustenance in gritty soil, dark and moist. in pockets

Too shallow for the ornate costumes of the pampered rose.

No horticultural art is practiced here, in this harsh universe

resources must be hoarded, so close to the void of the lifeless these survivors

grow. For them the season of flowering is brief:
                             
Wild HostThe Dead live on in the bellowing winds
and the Wild Host descends upon my house
the Barrow-Wights released from slumber
with Woden at their head.
For dust calls up and the Blood demands an answer
in mighty circles nine Worlds spin,
so pausing with the Age of the Wolf
according to Holy Wisdom’s wiles.

Tilt your head and listen
as the Song of the Dead rings out
what frightens the young and draws out the bold
puts its masque on a thousand sounds.

The howling of the Varg,
the pounding of the Etin-drum,
the hring-ring timing of the Dwarven smithy,
and the sound of Heimdall’s horn
have all been cast into the Wind
and added to the Hym
PowerPower

She lies beneath humanity's mortal understanding
Bending mortals into those who crave their every whim and desire.
Her whispers entail destruction by unconscious action to
Those who abuse her blessings. She considers them unworthy.

But there are those who seek her, not for personal pleasure but
For solidifying a philosophy they consider moral and true.
But will their words be put into action? She challenges all,
Whose actions firmly testify their beliefs.

A cruel temptress yet a benevolent giver, she tests all..
Centuries pass, yet those who were granted her blessings
Succumb to an even worse fate, only time will dictate
On who will
Spirit coloursLivvy: *sings*
~the colour purple for the song,
the colour blue to bounce along,
the colour pink to show your care,
the colour red to style your hair,
the colour yellow for the fun,
the colour green to join someone,
the colour orange to have a fight,
the colour violet to show you're right,
the colour black to show you're bad,
the colour brown to show that you're sad,
the colour silver for a sign of hope,
the colour bronze to live and cope,
the colour copper to show your skill,
the colour gray to show you're ill,
the colour peach to show your love,
the colour cream to hide your blush,
the colour aqua for the love to swim,
the colo
HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.
Awayaway
away
away
away
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards

away
away
away
away
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again

away
away
away
away
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside

away
away
away
aw
W.I.L.D.F.I.R.EW.I.L.D.F.I.R.E

Wielding a desire to hit the fast lane

Is feisty, full of energy and always ready

Legendary as the ponysona who bears the mark of a blazing wheel

Daring, Dashing and Determined to make an impact

Fire in her eyes mean that she's ready to ride

Is in love with a musician with a voice that is tender as the gods

Reaches out to her friends and does it fast, quick and easy

Even now, she continues to blaze on… blaze like a Wildfire.

Happy Birthday Sibsy
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CunningI'm almost out of blood,
I bled it all for you.
Thinking of the prophecies,
While none of it is true.

Get behind me,
Get behind me,
Please stay far away.
You can't tempt me in your ways.

I refuse to play.
Stay away.
I may have sinned,
He died for them on a cross.

Humanity is weak you see,
Though strong and sad,
We're lost.
Get behind me.

Get behind me.
You cannot control my thoughts.
Satan's the name of a liar.
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I bought it just for you.
Imagining the things you'd say,
The way your eyes would glow on that day.

It was white with flowers,
A little snug you see.
But soon I would fit into it,
Like you belonged with me.

Things they change,
Though sadly.
Engagements break you know.
All that is left is a picture.

To you I will never show.
You sold the rings with permission,
I wanted them,
But lied.

When we listened to our song,
Well I still cry and cry.
We loved each other fully,
But I just had to fall.

Waiting for your touch you see,
Hoping for a call.
It was a waste to want this,
Dreaming of you then.

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Turned to RageThere's blood in the bathwater,
Tears in the tub.
Love in the river.
Death in the mud.

Sun in the distance,
Moon in your eyes.
Stars in the weight.
Cuts in the heart.

You ache,
I burn,
We spill,
We turn.

We dance,
So fake.
With time,
Reanimate.

Sex in the streets.
Time in defeat,
Regrets in memories.
There is blood in the bathwater...
My HumanityI'm still learning,
How to take care of myself.

She made me promise too.
I can't take care of you.

Sure I know,
I've done it before.

But things are different now.
I'm making sure I survive somehow.

I'm still learning,
How to take care,
Of myself...
Heart In A PanicDon't let them hurt me,
Don't ever lie.
You said you promised.
Stay by my side.

When I'm tied down,
I scream and cry.
Locked in the panic room.
Trapped in the "whys".

Too many times now,
To much pain.
Not enough good men,
Gone against the grain.

Always stay with me,
Do not leave now.
Hold my hand,
When the withdrawal comes out.

Don't just watch me,
You must keep me sane.
I cannot control,
Images in my own brain.

Sometimes I lose it.
The blood and the tears.
I am not whole now,
Take away my fears.

Just help me walk now,
I don't think I know how.

Things are much scarier....
When you're tied down.

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Free Spirit

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Free Spirit held by chains,
Summoned,Summoned,Summoned rains.
Ranaway,When metal broke.
Pushed down on her knees she began to choke.

Begging,Begging,Begging please,
You have no right to torture thee.
My wings have broken into shreds.
I do not need to rest my head.

Free Spirit once more held by chains,
Summoned,Summoned, Gentle rains.
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~Z-Wolf Nov 19, 2008
Really, really effective. One suggestion, try to cut down the size of the fourth line so it fits with the flow of the poem. It'll be hard, because that's a very important line. But overall, I really like this one.
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~BloodEcstasy Nov 19, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Fixed it. :) Thank you!
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~Z-Wolf Nov 19, 2008
Nice! *Faved*
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~BloodEcstasy Nov 20, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for faving it.=]
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