Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there.3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
Spirit Day13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19...Spirit Day5 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
Just random numbers, or the ages of ten young boys when their lives were needlessly lost.
These boys had never met, and had only four things in common.
They all resided across the United States of America, in New Jersey, California, Minnesota, Rhode Island, Texas, Wisconsin, Colorado, Massachusetts, and Indiana.
They were all raised in loving homes.
All had friends and family that loved them.
They all commited suicide because of the constant bullying they received when schoolmates found out they were, or suspected them of being gay. One of these boys wasn't even gay, he was straight but was still tormented like he was until he could take no more.
This one simple fact was enough for these bright young boys to choose death over one more day of torture.
Over one more day of hell on Earth because others were too homophobic to just let them be.
These deaths were not neccessary. Needless blood has been shed.
And still no one seems to care other than o
Orange RibbonWear orange today in memory and honor.Orange Ribbon3 years ago in Miscellaneous More Like This
For tears passed shed and long faded colors.
So many things all in one month.
And one bright hue awakened at dusk.
It's lent, mother Mary, what shall I give up?
I don't feel I'm ready to abandon a crutch.
Stay by me dear Savior and show me the way.
For the demons have found me and try to dissuade.
Far, far, away long gone is the time.
A family had four girls that cherished the light..
They were left with three to a chronic disease.
How young is too young to fall down and flee?
While mom buried daughter in a time of long sorrow,
No one felt right with the grief of tomorrow.
Her birth was still cherished when the days reached to hundreds.
A niece shed tears for an aunt she'd not met.
A child's dear mother felt the grip of the pain
Blood drenched tears hidden by blame.
Stay strong, little one your mother is safe.
But twice she must battle to reach her kind fate
In a family of many, two sons had been wed
Both would be tested, with sickness or death
READ THISWhat is perfect? Who is perfect?READ THIS3 years ago in Bullying Awareness More Like This
To tell you the truth honey, you're sitting in perfect's skin.
You, yes you, are perfect.
You're beautiful, no matter what anyone says.
You're not fat, ugly, too skinny, scrawny, you're drop dead gorgeous. Don't let anyone tell you different.
Don't change who you are for other people, it's not worth it. Someone out there is crazy about you, never let that go.
Live your life how you want to, isn't that what counts?
Life is a precious thing, it can be over in a instant. Make every second count. Live everyday like it's your last, because for all you know it could be.
Don't let people label you, you're YOU. And that's better than being someone else anyway.
Remember, someday, you're going to find someone who truly loves you for you.
waking-cat's morning reflectionyyyyywaking-cat's morning reflection3 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
-ning to wake up