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Heartfillia Apr 2020
If I lose any more than this
Will my heart be forgiven
how much more pain before I can see you again
I cannot lie anymore
one more time please, don't change the season
one more time to the time we would fool around

When our path crosses each other
I am the first to turn around
I'm always searching, even though I know
you won't be there

Summers memory is revolving
The sudden disappearance of one's heartbeat

A new morning has come
and the 'I love you' I couldn't say
I always end up looking somewhere for you
even though I know you won't be there
If life can repeat itself,
I'll go to you many times over
There's nothing else that
I want more than you right now
I can't lie anymore
one more time please, don't change the season
one more time to the time we would fool around
Heartfillia Apr 2020
My eyes feel closed but it's not
I feel like I'm dreaming just staring at the corner of my room, enveloped in complete darkness with my mother at my side
All of a sudden the lighting changed
I now realize that I'm awake sleeping in a position I don't normally sleep in

I look at the edge of my bed
and fear immediately overcomes me as I stare at the sliouett that looks like a creature with the body of a bird and a head of a cat
Even in this absolute darkness I can see the outline quite clearly

I know what is happening
I know what this is, I know what this is called

I try to move but can't, mouth swoon shut
I begin to scream for my mother in my head begging, praying for her to wake up and free me from my confinement
But she never did
Dreading the worst to come
When the creature will stamp on my lungs to stop my breathing and make me suffer

I don't want to experience that

I look back at the creature still staring at me
My eyes being the only thing that can move
I force myself to resist as I continue to stare at the creature
I start to feel like I'm in another dimension just looking at it

In a blink of an eye it disappears
My bedroom lights came on without me realizing
And let's just say I no longer sleep on my back anymore
Heartfillia May 2019
Let me ask you
have you ever done anything in your life that
you could say with absolute certainty was an act of free will?
Adapting to become a member of society is the same as being brainwashed, to function within the group
you have to meet certain expectations
meanwhile you have no idea who created them

Tell me within your brainwash restrained psyche
what do you value the most?

If its a twist of fate it makes no difference
eventually another possibility will arise when you least expect it
and it will sweep your feat out from under you
If you only focus on the future things like this will happen
thats why you fail

Nothing is ever truly decided
birds sometimes fall out of the sky
and sometimes it snows in April
Everything is uncertain, nothing is unnatural

little failures add up...till disappointed, they give up
The bug growing inside you will one day determine you're fate
and chances are you will die from it

A rush of words for a spring of capital truths

Even if it snows in April when spring eventually comes the warmth will only cause it to melt.It will never accumulate.
Heartfillia Feb 2019
The day is bright and clear
The sweet melody's of music fills the air
Everywhere you see children laughing, children playing

All is well and all is good
everyones living the way as they all should
The adults are joyful, mature and intelligent
They have hearts of gold
and their lives are not wretched

But how unfortunate for a child to suffer for the guarantee of everyones happiness
locked away in a cage underneath the city living in total misery
They've all based their lives on the harsh reality of justice

For the possible happiness of the degraded child would be possible not probable to be set against the sure happiness of the many

Those who's eyes that have gazed upon the child are the ones who walked away from Omelas
Heartfillia Dec 2018
There was once a little girl
who lived a terrible life
ever since she went to school
nothing went quite right
She never had a smile,
never any friends
she would always hide and cry
all by herself, her peers
would always bully her and
call her names; throughout her life
she never understood why
Everything was worthless
she thought and heaved
a great big sigh
so she went and found a rope
and tied it to the sky

Upon a chair she stood
her eyes blank and dead
and without another thought
she went and hung her head
Now a month has passed
and her parents are still grieving her death
they can't help but wonder
what could have been
What if we'd paid more attention?
What if we'd noticed sooner?
What if she was depressed?
What if she was lonely?
What if she needed help?
What if we could have stopped it?
would she still be with us?
Heartfillia Dec 2018
To not love
is the opposite of happiness
To not love
would be the opposite of one's true personality
To not love
is to laugh without a heart
To not love
is to feel abandoned by one's self
To not love
is to wear many masks like a fixed portrait
To not love
is to think lowly of one's self worth
To not love
is to remove the gifts you were born with
For these simple reasons you must love for you were born to love and to share and teach unto others
Heartfillia Dec 2018
There once lived a woman
who at one time had a kind and gentle soul
There once lived a woman
who had soft lips that were as red as a rose
There once lived a woman who's hair was as golden as the prettiest sunflower

There once lived a woman who fell in love with a humble peasant boy
There once lived a woman who was forced to marry a middle aged man because he was rich  
There once lived a woman who's husband would would press his knife on her skin harder and harder until red crimson came out
There once lived a woman who had hopes that her lover would soon save her from her misery..but no one came
There once lived a woman who starved herself to escape her dreadful life

Now whenever locals forget to place stones on her grave the red blood sucker rises to sing her siren song and feed on the blood of those who knew what was going on behind closed doors

Yes Indeed
There once lived a woman
who at one time had a kind and gentle soul
There once lived a woman
who had soft lips that were as red as a rose
There once lived a woman who's hair was as golden as the prettiest sunflower
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