Desert StormA great plain of sands,Desert Storm
I stand alone,
buried beneath it.
Everything that I claim to hold dear to me,
lay on the surface above me...
just beyond reach,
my hopes,
my dreams,
my desires...
Though blinded by the masses upon me,
unable to see what I claim to hold dear to me,
I know it's there...
I believe it's there...
I see it not with my mind,
but with my heart.
I reach for it...
as frantically as I can.
Yearning to break free of my mortal chains,
to bask in the sun, &nbs
A'driftwithin a galaxy whomes strength a star has lost a single star floats away seperated from the many... to disapear into the vast void only to come close to briefly, the stars that he passes on his way to a dark end death amidst the vast impenetrible black voidA'drift
steady the course unwavering unless the star can find the strength of the galaxy again but the further away the star drifts...the harder it will
be to find that strength once more and be saved
this is the feeling i hold now...and a feeling i've held
for seemingly an eternity, for life is an etern
For Youand yet...why does it still feel hopeless... paining to love, hating the pain, fighting the hate, strength hoaned through the fight, the strength to carry love, and yet...why does it still feel hopeless... ...why is the damned thing so fucking heavyFor You
Seasonal WindsCarried upon cold winds,Seasonal Winds
heavy,
yet aloft...
Felt upon the faces of those who face her.
And yet,
these faces turn away.
Afraid of what bitterness the cold may bring.
Afraid,
that they too will be engulfed...
Everything looks in the other direction:
the plants,
the birds,
the clouds,
the rain...
Everything denies her existance,
trying to ignore what they would not try to understand.
For faceing the wind is a venture least taken.
An experience,
a moment of exp
Alone I StandUpon my face is a skillfully made mask of bright, brilliant colors; that hides me away. Far into the darkness of this world. But as people comment on me about how much I've changed (be it for the better or the worse), my mask is being chipped. For the comments, they can hurt. Soon the colors run from myAlone I Stand
face and land on the cold, hard ground. It makes little pale puddles, like after a shower on a summer day. I then realize that I have wasted many a year fighting what i really need to do. For quiet and alone I stand, in the darkne
Imagery of Distorted ViewsStaring at the mirror.Imagery of Distorted Views
Looking at the disorted view.
Nothing seems right anymore.
Forgetting what it was like to feel.
All alone now,
slowly walking away.
Hating more and more.
Never does one single emotion stay.
Sitting on the edge of a twin bed,
looking into the dark green walls
of a sanctuary.
Oblivious.
Bursting into tears.
Not believing this is all real.
Head buried deep into hands.
Wishing everything would end.
Thoughts running thro
Isabelle
grasshumper
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