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Devoted LoveSuch a smile can halt a rainy day;
An angel that hints the coming of a calm.
Wings askew; the same soothing feeling still present.
Cold hearts are warmed with such a beings presence,
A smile can appear on any saddened day.
As such love I hold for you cannot be amounted;
Forever and always I wish to be by your side;
Until the day that I die.
What You Said
What you said, I really truly believed.
Your voice so soft, so sincere.
Yet now look where it led me...
These cold hard chains of despair.
I should've know what you said wasn't true...
You were only there to break my heart, to ruin my life.
Now I lay here, watching my own blood,
Run across the cold floor, turn black before my eyes.
No one comes, no one cares.
Why the hell should you?
I have no point in life,
And now I end it,
To be free of what you have poisoned me with.
With the pain going through me, never to leave this tortured body,
I give it up with ease, never to see true light again,
Because of what you said...
AloneSo alone in this cold world,
Shut up in a silent cage.
Yet, sometimes there is that certain thing...
That unlocks the cage...
To allow you to be free,
But when will this happen to me?
I fear I will forever be,
One of the cursed,
One of the damned,
No one cares,
I just lay here and think of these things,
That, one day...
Will lead me to my true self,
That is kept hidden far away,
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
The Laughing BoyThere once was a boy who smiled alot,
We called him the laughing boy,
because its better to have a name than to not.
That boy laughed and smiled wherever he went,
I wish that he was still here,
I just wish that his spirit hadn't gotten so bent.
He was battered and beaten but still he smiled,
His smile spread happiness wherever he went,
Imagine what could be if his heart hadn't been defiled.
He was battered and beaten just a little too much,
He has countless sad stories,
And now he's cold to the touch.
There once was a boy who smiled alot,
But now his eyes are empty with despair,
and of happiness, now he knows naught.
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
My Spyro AnthologyA Spyro Tanka
Caring and faithful
Yet relentless and mighty
Destined for greatness
A Cynder Tanka
Gifted black dragon
Turned away from the dark side
Our hero's lover
Though swift, lethal and fearful
She hates her bad self
A Dragonkind Haiku
Civilized and meaningful
Home to all of them
A Spyro and Cynder Acrostic
Special and so
You never know what he can do with his
Of fire, electricity, earth, and ice
Along with a former
Nemesis from the
Nightmare to our hero's
Dear with so much to
Endure as she
Rages with wind, poison, fear, and shadow
A Malefor Acrostic
Means to bring
A dark age
Leaving us for dead
Evil spirits living
Forever in a world
Of empty space
Ruled by a corrupt
Spyro's Dark Destruction
He was cute and sweet when you first knew him
Now that he has grown
His strength is unknown
On his enemies with huge obsessions
The fire he breathes is filled with aggressio
Master of the GameOn top of the mountain I’m waiting in my tower.
It is a matter of fact that I rule, I have the power!
When I make my move everyone stand still in shock.
They are waiting for time to tick off the clock.
Be careful what you do or I will raise my hand.
It is my right to rule, there is nothing I shall grant.
I tell you that this world isn’t fair.
To me it doesn’t matter I am the worlds rightful heir.
Before my walls the little flies stand.
That is a mistake, they time will end.
When I step up to fight, no mercy will be shown.
These fools have no idea, I will mow them down.
The battle is won, the enemies turned to dust.
They are taken away by a sudden gust.
People fear and hate me, forbidden is my name.
This is like chess and I am the master of the game!
Judy, with her box of matches, obsession with matchlock pistols,
And her passive resistance to hatchways with over-intricate latches.
Jennifer's cerulean crystals are ultramarine in the dilatory sheen,
Of the lacerated foil-like car-crashes she watches for sensual sensations,
Mindless-stimulation, pulsations, compliant undulations:
The discreet and susurrant sounds of agreeable vibration.
Joni strokes bones and licks tendons,
She's an inlet for suggestions, an anchorage for connections.
In the absence of relevant utensils, she stencils outlines:
Sketches of Skeletons bereft of Flesh but bejewelled with Carrion,
A decay that elevates Jennifer's day from the Realm of the Mundane,
Through new levels of punishment, discipline and pain,
Again and again, new pain. (Cool down with a hot carbine).
Again and again, into the Realm of a Dark Mind.
A Dark and darkening Realm of reverse hitches, slo-mo sex scenes,
Death games, blue flames, quick-fixes for itches and slow-release endor
Yes I hate you.
There's no doubt to it.
You ruined my life.
Now I ruin yours.
Decided to come and barge into my life.
You were fine at first,
Until I learned your goal.
To hurt me,
So you could go join your buddies,
Down at the local jail.
I hate you,
You hate me,
We hate each other,
I've never loved anything,
Never have you,
We make a pretty good team,
Never realized that.
Lets ruin this world.
Decided to accept it,
My new thought fate,
That I was soon to break.
You were a fool to trust me,
For I am a demon from hell,
I never keep a promise.
I truly hate you, I never actually thought,
I could actually trust you.
You can't think, you can't read,
That my face shows hate,
All towards you.
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