The Silence In Your HeadBreaking the silence,With voiceless screams.Fly free,On the tips of silver painted butterfly beams.Sing of the sickness (it over comes)Lay sorrow into the hands of the weeping willow.Serinate yourself in pity.Cry untill crystal tears drow your pillow.It's not your falt. (it's all theres)Sink into your bed.Become invisible, like they make you feel.Dance all the way into the dreaming sea inside, your head.
My MotherMOTHERI love my mother with all my heart.But she is getting older,And I fear the day we must part.She knows things that no one knows,And everyday my love for her only grows.She takes me up in her big arms,And I know that I'm safe from the world's harms.She ascends to me her grace,And I can feel the love just from the look on her face.I love the gifts she gives,And I adore the way she lives.I can never tell her how much I love her,I guess I'm just stubborn.To let her know that she's life's hateful cure
Trip to SanityHow the hell did I end up here?I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.But why should I care?There's nothing left for me back there anyways.I think I have been taking this abuse for far too long, and it's leaving me bare.The wind is so cold it cuts right through me very fragile ice box of a soul.Please take care of my heart who ever finds it, because I lost on the journey.So close to Hell,Yet so close to Heaven as well.Nothing ever makes sense no wonder I'm so damn confused all the time.Now I'm stuck on a four way stop.Which way should I take?I have no idea which way to travel; maybe I should just try my luck.But that has never gotten me anywhere or done anything good for me.I choose the one that is worn down and broken, because for some reason it reminds me of me.Maybe I will find someone to talk to so I don't have to feel so lonely.I think that maybe this time I won't be able to make it.My energy is on empty, and I'm beyond tired of trying to find peace.But for som
I'd Hate to be Harry PotterI'd hate to be Harry PotterI'd hate to be harry potter,With glasses, scar and wand.I know he went to Hogwarts butThat's something I don't want.I know that he does magic tricks,And hangs with Dumbledore.That would be fun if I could stopThe teenage girl author.I just can't stand the fan fictionsThat tell of his new love.The one Rowling forgot about,The one that he's dreamed of.The beauty that is Mary Sue,(Not based on you, I'm sure).Who sweeps him off his tortured feet,The one we must endure.Forget about Ginny Weasley,She simply can't compareTo Mary Sue, so beautiful,With hair so blonde and fair.With curls that spiral gracefullyAnd rest upon her cheek.With highlights of pink and purpleThat makes her look so sleek!I would describe more of her looksBut that could take forevaYou see, it may take two chaptersJust to describe her hana(She thinks it's Japanese for eyes),That's all part of her charm.She cares not for cannon or prose,Which causes us alarm!