With FeathersMuse the goddesses Athena and Aphrodite.Gaze down upon us as I spinthe tail of Philippe the Pure.The warrior whom never rosehis sword from its sheath,and yet, by the grace from above,came out victorious and unscathed.The great Philippe the Pure,son of Ibis and humble warrior of Diseurs,whom traveled far from home,across foreign lands with foreign names,castaway in isolation in the world of Granbium,home to the harsh and twisted Granbians.Granbians were creatures of the land,raised by the trees shading them,in which they burn and slash into like savages,and brought forth by the soil beneath their feetthough they believe it useless and dull.Pasty and cruel beings of man,and yet, among them,children gathered about Philippe’s feet,for he was a sight that only the eyes of innocence could marvel in.His amour coveredin bonnie wonderwas the depiction of all thatis pure and uncorrupted by life.The colors of happiness and sorrow,of warmth and frost,and of life a
What about Us?You decide how this all plans outWho gets whatHow much time you getYou think you have it allBut I think you missed somethingWhat about us?What about my brother and me?What if we don’t want to split up?What if we don’t want to choose?What if we want to wake upTo Mommy AND Daddy?You might say youre readyBut what about us?
Leaves from the vineLeaves from the vineFalling so slowLike fragile, tiny shellsDrifting in the foamDis looked out across the burnt field on the mountains side. The air matches the occasion, cold, without a ray of sun in the sky to warm her. Snow will be falling soon at the mountain. The earth has just begun to harden with frost. A part of her wondered if maybe this had happened in spring, if perhaps it wouldn't hurt so much. No, she decided, nothing would make this easier. How fitting it was, that in the time when everything beautiful dies, so should her heart.Little soldier boyCome marching homeAnd brave soldier boyComes marching homeHe had promised to return with them. They had promised to keep one another safe. Her brother, her sons, her family, gone forever. She wanted to be angry at Thorin, she wanted to be angry with all of them, but she couldn't. She was but one of many who would be alone in this world now. Elves, men, dwarves, so many of many kinds perished.Balin had told her that the b
Baby MineYou flew into this worldon a shooting star.A wish and dreamthat seemed forsaken.You looked up at mewith your alluring eyeswrapping your brand new tiny handaround my thumb.You smiled your very first smileand so did I.In an instantyou captured my broken heartand held the pieces togetherin the palms of your hands.So precious and perfectthe face of all that is good.Your laugh drowns outthe shouting and the judgmentthat replays in my ears.Your presences scares mebut fills me with joy and awe.You look upon meAs if I have all the answers.As if no harm shall evercome to you while in my presences.With that you are right.I will fight for youuntil my dying breathand even thenI will try some more.For you are loveYou are lightand you are glory in the highestand I shall love youForever and ever on
CaredScreams go unheardTears go unshedScars go unseenI’d rather be deadTrapped insideBroken and ScaredDying and coldBecause nobody cared
LonerSitting alone in a crowded roomA dark cloud in a clear skyBroken and confusedLost to the world aroundIgnored and invisible
UntitledTake meLove me as I amHold meDon’t let me fall againI am brokenI am dyingSave me from myselfIf I die hereJust let me lie hereI cannot go onMight as I tryI am not that strongI am drowningI am crashingRock bottom never felt this hardI cant breathI cant feelIs it over yetI hear the screamingI hear the cryingBut I cannot say goodbyeOne day you ‘ll knowOne day you’ll understandBut just for tonightBe angryBe sadCurse my name and memoryIt was my fault aliveIt is my fault nowTo blame yourselfWould be lettingAll my hopes die with meThis is supposed toMake life easierNot break other personsForgive meSomeday please
I miss my friendI used to talk about youAll of the time.I used to think about youAnd how you were mine.I’d listen to our songsAnd manage not to cry.I’d look at your picturesAnd not want to die.Three years agoIt was still okay.Why does it still hurtWhen I stand where you lay?I say it plainBut they cant comprehend.I loved you for so long,And I miss my darling friend.
If you really knew herIf you really knew her youWould not think her cruel.If you really knew her youWould not think her stupid.If you really knew her youWould not hear sharp comments.If you really knew her youWould not see anger.If you really knew herYou would see theKind heart that was rippedFrom her body long ago.If you really knew herYou would see theIntelligence hiddenBehind her safety mask.If you really knew herYou would hear theSorrow and despair thatRavages through her throat.If you really knew herYou would see theHappy child that isStill trapped inside herBut is now oppressed byAn unsafe world andIs bound together bySecretes and Nightmares
Bi-standerI cry out for helpbut you don't hearYou see all the signsbut you say nothingMy scars are obviousbut you "don't see"You know the truthbut you judge me like you don'tI've reached my breaking pointbut you won't save me