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Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?
"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and turned around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.
"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Said she, feeling empty within.
"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.
Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.
Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.
Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only
I tell you Wonderland exists. I've seen it with my own mad eyes, cats with smiles, plants as big as your head and bigger than the things inside it. I've seen Alice as she runs with me, oh we never stop running, running, running. Ask me a riddle and I will always answer correct, even if the asker says it is not. For he fails to see that everything can do anything, and my answer is everything. They say madness is a disease and yet I see it giving you freedom of reality. I'm always happy that I see the right way round. Because I'm always off my head.
An Account of RealityTo have Life and Joy,
without execution at my door,
I gave my all to strahl at my employ,
Curse thy evil and its lore,
These children mimic a Knight,
But to my surprise tis raven they adore,
My House burns to ashes this night,
Even the foundation at its core,
I awoke from my drug bewildered sleep,
revived with antidote by one of royalty,
Of my comrade's dissension, he tells me it is deep,
Surrounding himself with misguided loyalty,
These associates he explained,
Are there for him to exploit,
Each individual were misguided and untamed,
Now he gives them power to appoint,
Nine of eleven are soldiers in all,
Five have been scarred of life,
MelodyI have finally escaped
From this hell, so called earth
Cause till now I've been chained
Untill now, starting from birth
All the pain has gone away
All the shattering memories
To death I will now obey
After all these centuries
I couldn't take it anymore
So I'm glad that it's the end
I am taking hell's door
To the devils I will bend
But my feelings are still there
And my mind, it is there too
Taking the last gasp of air
I'm thinking of her, it's true
But now it's much too late
To start it over again
The reaper doesn't wait
And I just can't complain
I've been waiting for it so long
Because it's an easy way
To stop the life's song
To stop se
ForgottenIt's rainy inside my heart
Now that you've gone away
You've torn my soul apart
And my life became grey.
I love you more than life
Please come back to me,
I need you to survive
Or just set me free.
I'm just an empty corpse
Now that you walked away
I just want to forget
This is for what I pray.
wake up, this is the worldBack when the world was perfect,
when it seemed like nothing could ever harm you.
Back when you believed in fairy tales and magic,
and happily ever afters.
Back when you were oblivious to the world,
and everything it held in store for you.
There was a time when you were innocent to all the great perils and challenges you'd face.
When you'd never heard of suicide or murder or government.
Those were the good times...the times when you didn't have to worry about what everyone else thought of you or what you did.
But that time of a child's innocence oblivion is over, gone.
It came crashing down in a harsh wake-up call, leaving your mind whirlin
Cry of an ArtistThey tell me I’ll understand
when I’m older.
That I shouldn’t be an artist.
I want to be those crumpled papers
in the corner of my room,
and the late nights I stayed awake
blinking at the moon.
And even though I lack the supplies
and ideas are far away,
I feel artistic blood
running through my veins.
I’m that empty spray can
left in the shadows of the walls
where street art’s been made
but the name’s not there at all.
And I’m that lonely artist
who fears of sticking out
because all the art critics
feel the urge to not speak, but shout.
And I’m that girl standing by the window,
I Will Get Up After Being Knocked DownMy lips screaming out in cries
As you ask me the most hurtful thing anyone could ask
I feel so alone but, this makes me feel even more-so alone
Tears coming out my eyes
Wishing that this was some nightmare
I'm ten years old!
You don't care
You're just giggling
Why does everyone tease me?
Make fun of me?
Did I choose to be the way I am?
I just want someone to accept me
Not to just make fun of me
Giving up and crying is all I do
I can't fight when it hurts
When I know I don't have the ability to do anything
It's school photo day
It's all supposed to okay
I'm supposed to be smiling
I'm supposed to be happy
I'm not meant to be sad
She is an ArtistShe stands in beauty,
a fortress for the lost,
The Earth wines around her,
thirsty for creation.
Her towers a regal,
in confidence they stand against the sky.
Her entrance is guarded
and few enter.
For the heart inside is gold,
it is sought after.
Those who enter have proven,
they have been found worthy.
Her fingerprint dots the Earth.
Her self pouring gathers hearts,
works of a creator,
as is she.
Truth of the MatterFrostbitten kisses stretched over bare, bloody nerves
I feel them whenever I hear
This isn't right
I could do better,
Knowing full well that I could never
Live up to words that sail like unwanted ships
Wrecked along the shorelines of another being's heart.
So I rattle the bars of my fools’ crib instead
Like a hate-bitten child, shaking my head
That has never been mine to make use of.
ShadowsA chill descends upon me,
Icy shivers creep down my spine,
Senses aware of wrongfull things,
Though clarity is not in mind.
A feeling of watchful gaze,
Paranoia sets images in motion,
Cinema real plays horrors fortold,
In a wakened state of subconcious notion.
Fear drives my forward momentum,
Quickening pace without speed or haste,
Crippling dread prevents me glancing,
Reliant on hearing my only defence.
Squirming through the thick silence,
Flinching at every miniscule sound,
Terror at thoughts of a violent demise,
As if paralised by fear abound.
Reaching safety of brightness,
Heart now racing and burning lungs,
Still gripped by ravaging
Hardships are a token
There's so many scars
I'm proud to be broken
I'm a living shard
I live off of regret
Breathing in certainty
My life feeds on suspense
It's almost considered a dependency
People break down sometimes
That's an understatement
Pretending to walk the line
While hope is in fragments
Can you imagine-
Enduring another lifetime
Even a fraction-
Of the pain I called mine?
I reach for the sky / Sweat falls in the fire
Worshiped halos remain shy / Shall I wait here forever?
People say we are all loved
That's nothing but a lie
Belief and trust become lost
That's the only truth I will testify
The gates will stay closed
How to Reap What Eludes YouTo whom I crave
When all is sullen, melancholy and grave
Where are you now?
To the shed of blessed verse
When my earth is defiled, and shrouded in curse
Where are they now?
By day I pay homage to her fluctuating form
The vision I wield to brave every storm
Her elusive frame is my source of despair
A hefty burden I am honored to bear
To where do I embark
When the ghostly reveries emerge from the dark
How can i slay them?
To whom I adore
When life yields a lingering bore
How shall I maintain?
There is nothing that we can tell each other
We just stand there
staring at each other
We wonder what had happened
We used to have so much to say
we had so much to laugh
but now there is just silence
and we turn around and
...in different directions
Hoping that we'll never meet again
Everything seem said
and it's over, we're done with it
Between the stallsAmung the sinks and filthy tiles
I stay between two dirty walls
I really just need to be here alone
No where but here amung the bathroom stalls.
As I sit upon the toilet lid
I can see the water between my knees
I glare into this toilet bowl
And all I find is a circular sea.
I watch as they drip again and again
The tears come streaming down my cheek
They fall into the bowl directly below
And vanish into the water so bleak.
This is the place I come to hide
This is the place I always go
Where theres a place I can be myself
And not my emotions' puppet show.
I hear the tap of my shoes echo the room
But its shushed asleep by the sound of the flush
This way I can drown my emotions dead
To finally get them to shut up and hush.
I use my sleeves to wipe my eyes
And walk out from between these walls
I walk with nothing but a smile to show
Like nothing happened, even at all
The QuestRain on the rooftops
Children all in joy
Don't be afraid to find answers
Playing with the simplest toy
People often tell you
Pick what only works best
But if it doesn't work
Think of it as a quest.
A quest to know the questions
The ones you always want to know
The ones about the butterflies
And your friends made out of snow.
Spend some time relaxing
By playing in the breeze
For time may not tick slowly
But not everything's an ease.
Someone once told me
Nothing makes much sense
Try to prove him wrong
At your very own expense
I hope you've truly listened
To this song we know as life
For if you haven't
I'm sorry for yo
Silver TidesWhen I reached that silver shore, I was broken.
My skin, burnt by the sun and bruised.
My hair, tangled with salt and drenched.
My body was tired, and when I reached the shore—
It was my enemy, the sea that brought me there.
Sand hugged my body, attacking all my salt stung wounds.
As I stood up, the sun sent rays of hope instead of fire.
And the waves retreated, only to crash onto me once again.
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