darkangelpixie

have you ever felt like you were trapped in a box and there was nothing to do you had no where to call your own you didnt even have your own space cause you felt like you werent allowed to have it???have you ever understood what it was like when you stared into the glass where you used to trap bugs to watch them... i dont mean like understood the bugs but what the bugs must have felt like being watched and never allowed the privilege of being let free that one last time to breathe the air that gave them life???have you ever felt like you were wearing clothes that were way too tight and you couldnt breathe right all you felt like you were d...

Life's Dead LullabyWhat is there to write, when words cannot describe, the life that passes you by, to be with me tonight. my heart that's scarred inside, lives within the lie,Of Life's Dead Lullaby.To please with in the pain, By the souls of immortalism, with what is lost, you cannot regain,Of Life's Dead Lullaby.To watch the pain and sorrows, of joy's lifeless breathes, to be deep inside,Of Life's Dead Lullaby.Bless the night, for it will not pass, for the Angels, do not sigh for me anymore, and with each lifeless touch, I will always think of you,As Life's Dead Lullaby...I wrote this one night thinking of some people I care about... you...

When I write poetry I write things that I want to be remembered. I think of famous artist writers lovers and pretty much any one that I have fallen in love with by word song dance touch and taste.  With this being said, I want to write on the topic of love, and I don't mean poetry. I hope this will inspire you my friends to think about this in a new light.William Shakespeare, one of the most breathtaking authors is noted for saying, "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."When I hear it I think of the early morning, when the sun is slowly coming into the windows, and you can hear the birds talking while they are in search of food. I ...