Monday, December 23, 2002

Without Our Team

I feel alone and cold,
there is no one here to share this burdensome load,
there is not one here now to bring the rain,
to shelter me from the sun's deadly rays.

Without anyone to hold,
my life feels cold,
the one feeling that drove him away,
is one that is all-around not okay.

The team has parted,
no longer to win,
we worked well together,
we really did.

Without you I am scared,
to face the world alone,
afraid that someone on their throne,
will throw me down-and do so much wrong.





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Thursday, December 19, 2002

A Devil Like You

A cold and dark heart,
disgusting being,
what you did was not smart,
this is what you will be reliving.

You take an arrow,
and pierce it through,
this has never happened to me before,
running into a devil like you.

Problems of a mortal child,
she disguises so you cannot see,
her feelings locked behind a closed door,
you do not want to start this war.

I will be clever,
to die is not encoded in me,
you will not give me a chance,
my dreams in this will enhance.





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Friday, December 13, 2002

Giving Up On You

The wish of a mortal,
to see the light,
she sits down,
there will be no fight.

Conversion of ready-made corpses,
is like bringing back the dead,
it is a vision like none other,
to see the boiling of blood red.

To see the brown eyes,
I must look very close,
but what I see now,
I have not chose.

To believe that your specific individuality,
is only normal,
would be turning my back on God,
and opening myself to the world.





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Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Love

A twilight's sparkle,
in your eyes,
this lives,
to only die.

In 1 Corinthians,
we speak about love,
and without love,
we are nothing.

Keep love in your heart,
it will always warm you,
without love,
my God will warn you.

The world is in trouble,
you can see that clearly,
you do not even have to open your eyes,
to see what trouble in what this world lies.





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Friday, December 6, 2002

Freedom From Hell

The spirit of horses,
with the cappuccino color,
manes of the cat's eye black,
running as free as birds who sing.

A child stands by,
and watches this freedom,
she looks over her shoulder,
and notices a butterfly passing by.

Those who know this freedom,
will never give it up,
there's too much hate,
to give up that freedom-to give it away.

A newborn puppy,
with its eyes closed,
until they open,
he will not be exposed.





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Tuesday, December 3, 2002

I Am Tired

I am tired of being told what to do,
I am tired of being nice too,
I am tired of being run over by you,
I am tired of being part of you.

I am tired of all I see,
I am tired of you and me,
it is just somehow this cannot be,
is this my eternity?

I am tired of loneliness and fear,
I will never shed that tear,
I will never live in fear,
I will persevere.

As the day comes to a close,
it is just only me that seems to know,
here I am as I go down,
I did not die with a frown.





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