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Changed and Lies by Cressalia242, literature
Literature
Changed and Lies
Changed and Lies
There was once a song
That existed for hope
One you and I created
Written for us two
We tresured that song
Like our parents love
But when our parents
Left us all alone
Something about you
changed deep inside
You became mean and
you became heartless
You told me that
our song of hope
is nothing more
than hateful lies
Our parents love
Was that a lie too
I told you once
that you changed
you told me that
you said you hadn't
but you used to be
so kind and loving
Are memories lies too
the ones of us together
having fun and you smiling
were those all non-existant
you told me that once
that our parents li
Shattered mirror
Left harshly fully shattered
left as lifeless as the dead
the surface once cold as ice
it's once smooth surface
now as sharp as a blade
used for the sacreficed
The reflective surface
now empty and emotionless
No face is reflected back
once upon a long time
there was an old mirror
years stole it's beauty
leaving nothing left but
and left a broken, ugly
rough, ancient mirror
The mirror beauty
is nothing but
distant fading memories
Lexie and the man with silver ears and tail by Cressalia242, literature
Literature
Lexie and the man with silver ears and tail
Lexie and the man with silver ears and tail
Prolouge: 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 office
Here 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 poem
What is a poem people ask
It's emotions put into words
Feelings that are unexplainable
What is a poem to some people
it's worth and meaning less
with no purpose or meaning
What is poetry to me i'm asked
I relpy with simple lines
It's my raw emotion and feeling
my hopes and dreams
even my fears and doubts
that is wht poetry is to me
so what is poetry people ask
So i relpy with this
Poetry can be anything
anything you want it to be
My friend Fayt
He is kind hearted
calm and creative
can make me smile
even when i'm down
Fayt is like stars
Beautiful at night
Fayt is like the sun
Giving the earth warmth
He is respectful
and flatering too
He makes my world
happy always
Fayt Has a heart
of the purest gold
Fayt is unique
and a really good friend
Helped me through
Helped me smile
helped me sing
helped my when
engulfed by misery
Helped me choose
the right path
helped me through
Helped me find
that hidden song
which made me strong
Helped me through
when I was down
lifted me up
when I was falling
you were always there
I was never alone
you helped me find
my gleaming smile
Courier's Lonesome road by Cressalia242, literature
Literature
Courier's Lonesome road
Courier's Lonesome road
As she walked the road
that once beared life
Life she brought along
she walked Miles alone
along the Lonesome road
Looking at the Ruins
Looking at lifeless streets
Knowing that she did this
the Ruins of old America
she returned to the place
the place she called home
Nothing but History left
Her damaged duster
bearing the old flag
the flag of Home
She walked the east
as she did the west
She has always walked
She has always wandered
as many like her did
alway following their paths
she walked alone along
the couriers Lonesome road
Words of hate
your constant lies
embraced you in sorrow
swallows you hate
you leave me alone
interwined in fury
engulfed by fears
both on us share
word of deep hate
drifting apart
left in the dust
hateing each other
letting go of the
the good times we had
Wandering in the universe by Cressalia242, literature
Literature
Wandering in the universe
Wandering in the universe
I wander in the universe
looking at the endless
beautiful stream of stars
I walk past the blue moon
looking in awe at it's beauty
thinking to myself quietly
My endless thoughs
my minds wanders back
as I sit under the stars
I settle, looking up
thinking out loud
mind wandering
again thinking
about whether
people see
the same night sky
Music is my everything by Cressalia242, literature
Literature
Music is my everything
Music is my everything
Music is my soul, my life
I listen intently, feeling
as calm as the oceans surface
Music is my friends, My family
its my lullaby, our loving song
I will die saving those people
who I regaurd close to in my life
Music saves me, never lets me go
I sing along, to unknown words
Bu the makes me feel real
Im not a dream, like a person
Music 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