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SimplyIn all the years I wept and criedSimply
I never thought you by my side
With every day and every night
I sought out tears with retched spite
And so became the way of life
A solemn girl with useless strife
Condemned to walk a lonely path
A mind so cold, a heart of wrath
And all behind a pretty mask
No one noticed or ever asked
And then you sat beside my chair
A smile met with frown and glare
Constant and simple always smile
Though I ran you stayed a while
Then when my lif
by ~AnyaDeRosa
SolitudeI thought I preferred solitude, Until I saw the demons Their invisible fangs Their incandescent eyes Oh how they surround But only then is this mental feud Anxiety and its compulsive heathens In the back of my head it tauntingly hangs Then in company as it hides Undetected, silent, and sound Oh company I plead keep Lest I wallow in torture till I sleepSolitude
by ~AnyaDeRosa
Luna PienaUpon the darkness there is a shine That glazes the sky among the stars Illuminating the shadows into something more And makes water shimmer while stillLuna Piena
Eyes will pray to it Minds will succumb to it
Mother earth will become hypnotic As the spiritual pull allures souls to diversify As legends become alive and well As a glimmer pulses through the night
Wolves will howl to it Umbra’s will reveal to it
For one solitary, polished night The earth shifts ever so slightly And awakes the enduring spirit As the echo of the sun gentl
by ~AnyaDeRosa
A Midnight ThoughtThe sun has finally gone to sleep This forest deepens as if what lay beyond is no longer there, but only to our eyes We have traveled long, my supplies on the group in a heapA Midnight Thought
I think of my warriors, now in slumber, the journey we have made The many seasons we've passed, the steps, the lands And yet so soon, three dead we have stopped and laid
I look up to the stars, misty, filled with sky My warriors, the most victorious in all the land If only the people saw us on this nigh
I have heard the stories, the Queen, so valiant and brave Her Amazon warriors, like tall
by ~AnyaDeRosa
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Searching For SomethingI feel a hollowness deep inside me I am searching for something to make me whole What I am seeking I have yet to see Yet I will find that which completes my soulSearching For Something
Until that day comes when I become full Temporary relief shall I find Until my heart is mine again to rule
To other hearts, my own heart I will bind
But if those hearts are truly what I seek If I become whole, truly complete Then my heart will soar and reach its peak Alas, happiness is no easy feat
Yet I live on, unyielding, day by day And search still this eternal roundelay
by ~JasperSnowe
Zombie Jesus Day TributeThe holy day is here at last Let mortal men resound as one Life and death are in the past The rebirth of the SonZombie Jesus Day Tribute
Let mortal men resound as one Their cries in their throat are caught The rebirth of the Son But not really what they thought
Their cries in their throat are caught For what it is their eyes see But not really what they thought For Jesus rose as a Zombie
For what it is their eyes see
The unholy blight upon this Earth For Jesus rose as a zombie What a suprising rebirth
The unholy blight upon this Earth Ag
by ~JasperSnowe
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