source of power
source of life
a freashness i cant discribe
protection
distruction
a rightness rarely found
rocks hard and unforgiving
you wash over them
making sharp smooth
forgiveness for the unforgiving
you come to me when i call
you come from a seemingly endless source
flowing into me memories of ages past
memories of wronges yet to be righted
memories of love betrayed
the power to change
the power to grow
the power to forgive
a deep connection
as old as time
a natural love
wash away the impureity
wash away the hate
wash away the pointless anger
make smooth sharp words
and pure angery hearts
a wild love
a conn
If life is a river,
where does it flood to?
If life is a gift
Why do so many people suffer?
If life is the reason why,
Why are we still asking?
If life is something to cherish,
Why do so many people throw it away?
If people are pack animals,
Why do so many go it alone?
If the life provides us enough challenges,
Why do some people feel they must create drama?
If life is all we need,
Why supplement it?
If life should make us smile,
Why are so many people in tears?
If life is lived differently by all people,
Why are some life styles wronge?
whats the word im looking for? by stefans-vampire-babe, literature
Literature
whats the word im looking for?
whats the word im looking for?
Its like the fourth of july
Its like fire works on a clear night
Its like rasberry Gelato in June
Its like a berry smoothie
Its like the sunshine
Its like a refreashing rain
Its like theeye of the storm
Its like a light summer breez
Its like the forest after a spring shower
Its like a fire
Its like the green Irish hills
Its like a crystal clear stream
Its like my native tounge
Its like a deep blue ocean
Its like a palm trees shade
Its like sunbaked earth
Its like olive trees and vinyards
Its like sober serenity
Its like drunken bliss
Its like oak aged wine
Its like a fine merlot
Its like a
The ocean lies in her eyes
stories of romance and terror
distructon and new begining
the eradication of a thousand souls
life is a chore not a choice for her
her life was over befor it begun
All she ever got was half the storie
only wat they wanted her to hear
kept in the dark
hidden from the light
kept from where she belongs
her life isent worth this pain
waht deed called for this punishment?
the fears inside
eat away at us
toxic as cyanide
sometimes we let them cloud our vision
get in our way eating away
day after day
we want to lay down
to be carried away on the wind
to escape from the things that bind
we let it get in the way of things that matter
the things that count
we cant let them get in our way
cant let them gain controll
only when we give them controll do they take their toll
we have to cliam our stone walls with strength and resilience
its the fears inside that we give power
we let them eat away at us like cyanide
the face of reality,
its not beautiful, nor is it ugly,
it is simpley the truth,
smudged, seeming forever lost
hidden,uncoverable
it seems that discrimination,nd hate will lead us straight,
no humanity, that will only send you further off
trust that old smudged face in the window,
and your path will never stray
Why didnt you warn me?
Why didnt you say?
why didnt you warn me about the drama i face each day?
Friends, family,sweet-hearts,
all with issues however insignificant,
They all feel its nececary to dump their shitdown on me,
I have my own damn problems,
but they dont give a hoot!
Each day i get closer,
pushed closer towards the sea of insanity,
If I dump even just a little bit I m a cry baby,
But their problems just keep growing,
forever flowing,
into my sea of insanity,
dumping their rain of mole hill mountians,
unaware of my constant pain,
they just bring on the rain,
Ive had it,
thats enough,
Ive reached my breakng poi
the face of reality,
its not beautiful, nor is it ugly,
it is simpley the truth,
smudged, seeming forever lost
hidden,uncoverable
it seems that discrimination,nd hate will lead us straight,
no humanity, that will only send you further off
trust that old smudged face in the window,
and your path will never stray
the fears inside
eat away at us
toxic as cyanide
sometimes we let them cloud our vision
get in our way eating away
day after day
we want to lay down
to be carried away on the wind
to escape from the things that bind
we let it get in the way of things that matter
the things that count
we cant let them get in our way
cant let them gain controll
only when we give them controll do they take their toll
we have to cliam our stone walls with strength and resilience
its the fears inside that we give power
we let them eat away at us like cyanide
The ocean lies in her eyes
stories of romance and terror
distructon and new begining
the eradication of a thousand souls
life is a chore not a choice for her
her life was over befor it begun
All she ever got was half the storie
only wat they wanted her to hear
kept in the dark
hidden from the light
kept from where she belongs
her life isent worth this pain
waht deed called for this punishment?
whats the word im looking for? by stefans-vampire-babe, literature
Literature
whats the word im looking for?
whats the word im looking for?
Its like the fourth of july
Its like fire works on a clear night
Its like rasberry Gelato in June
Its like a berry smoothie
Its like the sunshine
Its like a refreashing rain
Its like theeye of the storm
Its like a light summer breez
Its like the forest after a spring shower
Its like a fire
Its like the green Irish hills
Its like a crystal clear stream
Its like my native tounge
Its like a deep blue ocean
Its like a palm trees shade
Its like sunbaked earth
Its like olive trees and vinyards
Its like sober serenity
Its like drunken bliss
Its like oak aged wine
Its like a fine merlot
Its like a
If life is a river,
where does it flood to?
If life is a gift
Why do so many people suffer?
If life is the reason why,
Why are we still asking?
If life is something to cherish,
Why do so many people throw it away?
If people are pack animals,
Why do so many go it alone?
If the life provides us enough challenges,
Why do some people feel they must create drama?
If life is all we need,
Why supplement it?
If life should make us smile,
Why are so many people in tears?
If life is lived differently by all people,
Why are some life styles wronge?
this aturday i have two problems one) Luccy s birthady party that i have tpo make a apperance at and Two) i have my cousins party that i have to have to have to make an apperance at usually
planing is lae and i hate it. end of story. close the book. go home. i dont know why i hate it so much its a course the brain dead could do i just fing dispize it. no good reason i just do.