Vanilla CranesVanilla CranesThe light of day cuts pretty masksOut of stuff way too colourfulAnd glues them on faces of menWho then stomp chessboard with their feetIn brothels red lanterns do shineGates there kept open, welcomingChildren to find their way back homeTo the tower of BabylonPockets and wallets resonateWith choirs and gospels of the changeDreaming of freedom and revengeWho lives by coin, by coin shall dieYou ask me "Why do birds have wings,When sons of mortal men can fly...?"I guess we humans aim too highBefore sun laughs us in the faceSo is there any happy placeExcept for our enchanted realmWhere love with
Pockets On The ShroudPockets On The ShroudThe world shakes, then redemption comesStand still and it will bless you tooJust don't turn your back to the oneWho's kneeling there in front of youThey might have been condemned and left By justice brought in palms of menBut scales of truth are bigger heftThan human sages understandSadness has marked my childhood daysAnd slowly became my best friendI quickly recognize its faceWhen now and again we shake handsIts fist remains as ever firm One hit destroys a stony hillMy faith in hope just twists and turnsWhile touch of sorrow gives me chillHelpless like lonely newborn childWith lips tho
Lexie and the man with silver ears and tailLexie and the man with silver ears and tailProlouge: The typical day"Lexie! Get up! you're going to be late again!"Opening my eyes slowly, only to be blinded by the glaring sun throught the open curtains, I groan.I groan with no energy and groginess, it's a typical day.The same old and boring routine, get up and dressed, eat breakfast,go to school, just the typical boring day.9:30AM- Headmaster McGuire's officeHere I am, for the thrid time this week, I'm in the headmaster ofice."Lexie, Lexie, Lexie. You are late again, what the reason this time" and with I long sigh the sits and listens to you're excuse again."I have n
What is a poemWhat is a poemWhat is a poem people askIt's emotions put into wordsFeelings that are unexplainableWhat is a poem to some peopleit's worth and meaning lesswith no purpose or meaningWhat is poetry to me i'm askedI relpy with simple linesIt's my raw emotion and feelingmy hopes and dreamseven my fears and doubtsthat is wht poetry is to meso what is poetry people askSo i relpy with thisPoetry can be anythinganything you want it to be
My friend FaytMy friend FaytHe is kind heartedcalm and creativecan make me smileeven when i'm downFayt is like starsBeautiful at nightFayt is like the sunGiving the earth warmthHe is respectfuland flatering tooHe makes my worldhappy alwaysFayt Has a heartof the purest goldFayt is unique and a really good friend
Helped me throughHelped me throughHelped me smilehelped me singhelped my whenengulfed by miseryHelped me choosethe right pathhelped me throughHelped me findthat hidden songwhich made me strongHelped me throughwhen I was downlifted me upwhen I was fallingyou were always thereI was never aloneyou helped me findmy gleaming smile
HelenaHelenaThe sound of your nameGolden bangles and black curlsSet Troy on fire
The SunflowersThe plain of sunflowers was becomingmore and more repleteof strange tones and elongated shadowsthus the twilight progressedspilling melancholic colours over the horizonshreds of blue and grey,drops of rusty red and violetas tears in shape of clouds... drifting bywaiting for the middle-shade of starsfor that darkness would exhibit her gownof silver and glaring diamonds the river was mirroring the sky...the sky was reflecting the riverthe sunflowers turned their black eyes towards the night admiring its beautybending slowly with the windtheir golden hair waving in wonderspreading their seedsin the dewy early morningsinging a
Courier's Lonesome roadCourier's Lonesome roadAs she walked the roadthat once beared lifeLife she brought alongshe walked Miles alone along the Lonesome roadLooking at the RuinsLooking at lifeless streetsKnowing that she did thisthe Ruins of old Americashe returned to the placethe place she called homeNothing but History leftHer damaged duster bearing the old flag the flag of HomeShe walked the east as she did the westShe has always walkedShe has always wanderedas many like her didalway following their pathsshe walked alone alongthe couriers Lonesome road
Words of hateWords of hateyour constant liesembraced you in sorrowswallows you hateyou leave me aloneinterwined in furyengulfed by fearsboth on us shareword of deep hatedrifting apartleft in the dusthateing each otherletting go of thethe good times we had
Wandering in the universeWandering in the universeI wander in the universelooking at the endlessbeautiful stream of starsI walk past the blue moonlooking in awe at it's beautythinking to myself quietlyMy endless thoughsmy minds wanders backas I sit under the starsI settle, looking upthinking out loudmind wanderingagain thinkingabout whetherpeople see the same night sky
Music is my everythingMusic is my everythingMusic is my soul, my lifeI listen intently, feelingas calm as the oceans surfaceMusic is my friends, My familyits my lullaby, our loving songI will die saving those peoplewho I regaurd close to in my lifeMusic saves me, never lets me goI sing along, to unknown wordsBu the makes me feel realIm not a dream, like a personMusic saves my soul, my life, I live for my friends, my family, they are my everything, they are my life, my soul, my headphoneless music, I will protect them with my own life.Music is the soul, I will listen intently, singing along to unknown words
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