Every word you say has the same result,
The pain just increases,
Every time you call I rage and fall,
She can't pick up my pieces,
Each day you take from my life awake,
Never will it be returned,
And every night I lay beside my fae,
I think of the bridges, now all burned.
No return to life, yet in my wife,
The living becomes easier still...
Should I breath again, ready within,
Or just stay here and rest my will?
The beauty of friendship is thus; real friends are there for you always, and never leave you down. So how do you know who real friends are? Wait until you slog through hell itself. When they come down and battle with and for you, fighting demons you could never have vanquished on your own, hold out their hand and pick you up, then you know. And when the false ones sit upon a pretty perch while quoting biblical verses, staring down their noses at you and sentencing you to agony, you will know. Many past friends left me to rot when I could not see a light of hope, and many family members did too. It's funny how kin will leave you to die without a second thought. And the joke is now on them. I am up, I am walking, alive and going strong. A simple thank you to those who remembered me and mine in prayer, and a simple curse to those who fosook me: may you live long, and see all you know pass away.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
The beauty of friendship is thus; real friends are there for you always, and never leave you down. So how do you know who real friends are? Wait until you slog through hell itself. When they come down and battle with and for you, fighting demons you could never have vanquished on your own, hold out their hand and pick you up, then you know. And when the false ones sit upon a pretty perch while quoting biblical verses, staring down their noses at you and sentencing you to agony, you will know. Many past friends left me to rot when I could not see a light of hope, and many family members did too. It's funny how kin will leave you to die without a second thought. And the joke is now on them. I am up, I am walking, alive and going strong. A simple thank you to those who remembered me and mine in prayer, and a simple curse to those who fosook me: may you live long, and see all you know pass away.
Originally posted by chillmeistergenmoaning material? whatever that means. I wrote and write what comes to me. I do not force the flow through a shaper, I let it shape itself. try it sometime.
Basically the same kind of student poetry reading, moaning material.On a different note; why on earth did you write 'The beauty of friendship is thus' in prose?
You talk a big talk about love and letting go,
Yet you still live in the past?
You demand a walk in the future but you dredge up our history?
Telling someone you respect them,
Yet you slap their face?
You say you care and then throw the pain like acid in my eyes.
The poisons dripping from each word you speak,
The faith you claim to hold,
You maintain the air of superiority, and seem to shrink before me.
My path was paved with my own bones,
My book penned with my blood,
And my life shaped with the hand stained by the thousands.
What of YOU?