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added by khfan12
Source: Me and paint.
Milly and Sora from my story "The Choice"
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I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if you are dead and gone you are always with me. When I cry you are with me. When I laugh you are with me. When I dream you are with me. When I can't find you I get scared. But moments later you there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if you have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now you can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because you are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I love you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I love you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as you simmer and cook.
You give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
you will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
You are trapped,
you are your own
enemy; your own life
you have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now you may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
Phasing in
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Colors blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can you tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Colors blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can you tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head or that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand or that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a knife in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and fire at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
