A God's Son
He truly had no life of his own..
By Mariah Mason
The moonlight shimmered across our bloody path. The red petals that we so deeply depraved fall helplessly to his feet. To the tiny and bruised feet of the Son of God's. For his father, Anger and Heart both caressed this child as if he were there own. For these God's were brother, who were in love. They were incest but incest with glee sometimes Heart was. But Anger, Wrath, as they called him is not so much like his brother. It was the child that had helped Wrath's being change. The green eyes, bright on rainy days and dull on bright days, was the reason.
Each tiny toe slipped over in the sand. Along with his heel tapping back on the soft land as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could go. His mother, Oh how he missed her, would be awaiting at the other side. Her beautiful smile awaits to be seen by him at the end. Her warmth, passionate love, and sympathy. It was the best even if she couldn't give his father what he wanted. So his tired legs leaped across from roof to roof.
The young love of mine came across the power line, his feet creeping over that thin line. Just like his parents love and his life. It was thin and breakable once enough negative or positive force responded against it. He truly had no life of his own.
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If only I could go back in time to tell my self from two to three years ago, that I need to just enjoy having my friends around.. then I would have never complained about my own life.. And I would understand how the clock only turns one way.. But now most of my friends' are gone. They have lives and parents who still are grounding them and keeping them from ever going online.. It's a tragedy that I live with too much..
But I know how strong they are.. And I love them for it.. Because if it wasn't for their strength, I would be cold and in my grave.. So lets give them a round of applause for that marking..
If I could go back, I would tell myself to love everything about me. Because when I would grow a bit older, I would see how I would stand up for myself..
You see, I was beside the substitute teacher and a girl had threatened to punch my face.. I told her that my face was here and that she can go for it. I've told a bunch of people they could do what they want, and I learned just how much people talk shit. It's funny, because I use to believe that people would gang up on me like the previous years when I was new here. I always had that phobia. Now the only phobia I have is when I might knock the hell out of a moron and get suspended.
Sounds crazy for sweet Ria to do such a thing. ^^ I'm still sweet, but I set boundaries for certain people. I would tell myself that I don't care if your surroundings and people are "white, black, Mexican, Asian, any other race, gay or lesbian, or bi. As long as your nice to be, I'll be nice to you." I learned that from Eminem.
Although my past still haunts me at night, I know that my younger self was a brave version of me. Because she could still look at people in the eye and tell them that she loved her mother. I can't even say hi to my own mother without wanting to lock my door and run away. I believe that main thing I would tell myself is, "You're the only one who can live through this."
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Have a nice day, dearies! Thank you for reading this!
He truly had no life of his own..
By Mariah Mason
The moonlight shimmered across our bloody path. The red petals that we so deeply depraved fall helplessly to his feet. To the tiny and bruised feet of the Son of God's. For his father, Anger and Heart both caressed this child as if he were there own. For these God's were brother, who were in love. They were incest but incest with glee sometimes Heart was. But Anger, Wrath, as they called him is not so much like his brother. It was the child that had helped Wrath's being change. The green eyes, bright on rainy days and dull on bright days, was the reason.
Each tiny toe slipped over in the sand. Along with his heel tapping back on the soft land as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could go. His mother, Oh how he missed her, would be awaiting at the other side. Her beautiful smile awaits to be seen by him at the end. Her warmth, passionate love, and sympathy. It was the best even if she couldn't give his father what he wanted. So his tired legs leaped across from roof to roof.
The young love of mine came across the power line, his feet creeping over that thin line. Just like his parents love and his life. It was thin and breakable once enough negative or positive force responded against it. He truly had no life of his own.
~
If only I could go back in time to tell my self from two to three years ago, that I need to just enjoy having my friends around.. then I would have never complained about my own life.. And I would understand how the clock only turns one way.. But now most of my friends' are gone. They have lives and parents who still are grounding them and keeping them from ever going online.. It's a tragedy that I live with too much..
But I know how strong they are.. And I love them for it.. Because if it wasn't for their strength, I would be cold and in my grave.. So lets give them a round of applause for that marking..
If I could go back, I would tell myself to love everything about me. Because when I would grow a bit older, I would see how I would stand up for myself..
You see, I was beside the substitute teacher and a girl had threatened to punch my face.. I told her that my face was here and that she can go for it. I've told a bunch of people they could do what they want, and I learned just how much people talk shit. It's funny, because I use to believe that people would gang up on me like the previous years when I was new here. I always had that phobia. Now the only phobia I have is when I might knock the hell out of a moron and get suspended.
Sounds crazy for sweet Ria to do such a thing. ^^ I'm still sweet, but I set boundaries for certain people. I would tell myself that I don't care if your surroundings and people are "white, black, Mexican, Asian, any other race, gay or lesbian, or bi. As long as your nice to be, I'll be nice to you." I learned that from Eminem.
Although my past still haunts me at night, I know that my younger self was a brave version of me. Because she could still look at people in the eye and tell them that she loved her mother. I can't even say hi to my own mother without wanting to lock my door and run away. I believe that main thing I would tell myself is, "You're the only one who can live through this."
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Have a nice day, dearies! Thank you for reading this!
Amber watched but her view was blocked by Knut a ogre who helps the Trix, Darcy pops up from behind her and says "Surprise." Amber goes tumbling over the garbage can she shakes her head. Icy walked up Amber had never seen anyone so tall, Stormy created a twister that sended her flying Amber grabbed a hold of the ledge. Icy laughed and said " I don't want to leave you hanging so come on down." Amber falls on the ground and got frozen by Icy. Darcy walks up to her and says "So your a fairy, well we're the Trix." The Winx arrive and Stella says " Hey leave her alone."
I will write more soon
I will write more soon
Sandi:
Ribbon broke my heart,
I knew he would.
So what is he going to do?
I'd know if I could...
Gizbin:
SHUT IMBECILES, I'VE HEARD ENOUGH.
Killerpose:
People call me the terror.
People call me the selfish.
People call me the nasty.
People call me the cruel.
People call me the idiot.
People call me the stupid.
People call me the crazy.
People call me the annoying.
People call me the long lasting.
People call me the fishy.
People call me the curious.
People call me the laugh.
People call me the cheesy.
People call me the stubborn.
People call-
Everyone: SHUT IT!!
Ribbon broke my heart,
I knew he would.
So what is he going to do?
I'd know if I could...
Gizbin:
SHUT IMBECILES, I'VE HEARD ENOUGH.
Killerpose:
People call me the terror.
People call me the selfish.
People call me the nasty.
People call me the cruel.
People call me the idiot.
People call me the stupid.
People call me the crazy.
People call me the annoying.
People call me the long lasting.
People call me the fishy.
People call me the curious.
People call me the laugh.
People call me the cheesy.
People call me the stubborn.
People call-
Everyone: SHUT IT!!