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Oct 2013 · 1.2k
The Bride
Disaster Child Oct 2013
She’s radiant and glorious
Pure and gentle
But strong
Flowing hair
Soft eyes
A smile that would put the sun to shame
She’s neither too tall, nor too short
But stands just as high as a bride should
She’s confident and powerful
But open and loving
She doesn’t hide or lock her heart in a box
She is brave, and courageous
And confronts her fears and nightmares
She’s powerful and motivated, and yet she gives herself
She inspires and empowers
She never gives up or gives in
She has a heart that is focused on god and open to his influence in her life
She cares for others as much as herself
She loves, and does good
She battles evil in her heart, her speech and her actions
Her words are lifesaving
Her voice sings a tune more beautiful than any ever heard
She’s radiant, and enrapturing
Her beauty shines through simplicity and purity
Oct 2013 · 423
My Heart Has Slashes
Disaster Child Oct 2013
My heart has slashes
Cuts and scars
But it’s alright
Burnt; left as ashes
Wasting under stars
A tragic sight
But your eyes, your lashes
I saw from a far
What a precious delight

A lovely heart
A gentle person
A kind word spoken
A new life to start
A new life begun
A new end to destine

My heart has slashes
But it’s alright
Your name is carved there, forever to stay
The heart you rebuilt
The love that you gave
It belongs to you
So my heart has slashes
Oct 2013 · 848
The Firefly and the Sky
Disaster Child Oct 2013
Once there was a little firefly
Who was lost in a dark cave
It was never the places she intended to reside or hide
But she would get out! She was strong and brave!

Once there also was a sky
Who had once shown blue
Vibrant blue; above the world, strong and high
But it all went black with night, the wrong thing to do

The firefly longed for summer days
Bright and glorious as they shone
And the lovely nights where she could light her way
And she sought and sought for a source of light that wasn’t her own

She needed just a sliver
A faint hope was more than enough
This darkness was not her home; she needed a dark of pure, and life giver
She was not, and would not break though, she was tough enough

The sky in turn felt lost
Not what he was meant or supposed to be
He felt out of place and knew that the right path he had not crossed
The dark he, was not the light he wished to see

But a faint glimmer far away
The one thing he needed to change
He wandered towards the light, and began to wish to stay
His eternal dress of blue he would gladly arrange

And the Firefly saw her hope
And fought her way out of the cave
They were drawn together; a bond, a rope
And the best of each, to the other happily gave

The Firefly played and enjoyed the sky of day
And at night she played and sang for her sky
They shone brightly for one another
And it was a beauty that would never die.
Just a short love story.
Oct 2013 · 363
Lost
Disaster Child Oct 2013
Don’t go down the rabbit hole!

Oh love you’re lost and alone
Wandering, searching, far from your home
You love what you found; your false sense of security
I’ll do my best to be everything you need

I’ll pull you out of your wonderland
Not as wondrous as it seems
You say “up” but I see “down”
I’ll lift you up out of the ground

Your imagination’s a beautiful thing
But think of the nightmare it can bring
Don’t get lost in the darkness in us all
Would you even leave, if I called?

I’ll pull you out of your wonderland
Not as wondrous as it seems
You say “up” but I see “down”
I’ll lift you up out of the ground

My little light, firefly
Always want you to be near by
Be the light, guide the way
Fight your way out, you cannot stay

I’ll pull you out of your wonderland
Not as wondrous as it seems
You say “up” but I see “down”
I’ll lift you up out of the ground

I’ll pull you out; I’ll save you
Be everything you ever needed
But it doesn’t seem like you want to leave it
Don’t change your mind or fool your heart
The choice is yours…
‘til death and you depart
I wrote this intended as a song, but I'm not as musical as I wish so it remains moderately poetic.
Oct 2013 · 964
The Fall
Disaster Child Oct 2013
Have you ever stood so close to the edge?

The smallest breeze… the simplest word could push you over

You don’t want to hold on, but you’re unwilling to hold on

You expect the first thing you feel to be the ground miles below

If even that.

 

Where are they? The one’s who “care”?

This is all only a cry for help really, even if you are willing to fall

No one to hold you back, every passing second pushes you over

You realize there’s no one there, who said that you mattered

Nothing was real.

 

You feel the sensation of falling, your stomach knots

You know what’s coming, you know how it all ends, you know why

“It’s not your fault you ended up here anyways, you were only a victim”

Why sell my strength? My worth? My pride? The ugly price

Of being the victim.

 

Where did the days go, where everything was just fine?

Surrounded by friends and family all day and protected through the night

Before one trouble scattered everyone, and left you alone in the world

Was it all a dream? Was it all a lie? Were you the one who was lying

To yourself?

 

No one by your side, nothing to keep you safe

This is how life’s meant to be though isn’t it? Everyone left on their own

“Where you end, or when it’s all over is only evidence of your worth”

Every memory, every lie, every fear, every insecurity

Is pushing you over.

 

This isn’t the end. Or is it? Is this only a nightmare?

Air stings your lungs, pain tears your heart. The tear on your face

The hurt on your mind. This has to be real

But why did you end up like this? You thought you were going to become

So much more.

 

And then you fall.

 

Fall.

 

Fall.

 

Only you hit the ground sooner than you should.

You don’t break the way you should.

 

You fell on your back; the ground gave way

The arms of love pulled you away

 

You land on your back, gently and calm

Laying in the grass, where you belong

 

The sky is blue the breeze is soft

Would everything really have been better off?

 

The Song of life the sound of joy

It was real, not the imagination of a foolish boy

 

Your heart will heal; find one who cares

She helped pull you out of your nightmares

 

Every passing moment your sense of life grows

Every breath you take heightens your awareness

You’re not the victim find forgiveness

Stand up again, battle, ready to take the blows

 

You put yourself on that cliff; don’t go there again

From your mistakes you can learn

Thank love, and after her continue to yearn

Fighting hard, singing beautifully, everything life was meant

 

To be.
Wrote this a while ago, redemption after trauma.
Oct 2013 · 1.7k
The Music...
Disaster Child Oct 2013
Delicious is the music
Sensuous is the tone
Voluptuous is the beat
Seductive is the melody
Enticing is the rhythm
Enticing and Delicious
Seductive and Sweet
Melodious and Harmonious
Oct 2013 · 406
Adrenalize
Disaster Child Oct 2013
I get off on the music
And you get off too
It may seem twisted and sick
But it’s what we do
Thrashing wildly to the beat
A dark dance never meant to be
Feel the rising, rising heat
Vision fades nothing left to see
Darkness and pleasure
Everywhere
Inspired by In This Moment's song Adrenalize
Oct 2013 · 228
Lie, Cry, Die
Disaster Child Oct 2013
What do you think I can’t see?
Do I look like the fool who believes everything he’s told?
Don’t you dare mess with me
All that glimmers is not gold

Lie. Cry. Die!
Lie to me.
Cry for me.
Die by me.
Was not having a good day when I wrote this one.
Oct 2013 · 315
Lady Luck
Disaster Child Oct 2013
One day I charmed Miss Lady Luck
So she stayed by my side
She gave me winnings and good fortune
Fame both far and wide

Then one day I displeased my lady
My luck began to fade
For by my side she no longer was
And my winning she forbade
Oct 2013 · 1.2k
Knife
Disaster Child Oct 2013
Left Alone, no one here
On my own, pain’s near
Lurking at the threshold
Like your knife, to my heart
Plunging deeper and deeper
Quite a delicate art
My knees are weaker and weaker
Never living a life so bold
I wish I knew what I’d done
Are you killing me or am I killing you?
It wasn’t meant to be fun
Tears stain my face, what is there left to do?
My blood, seeping out…growing cold
Then it goes black.
No real pattern, just emotions, that's all my stuff will ever really be.

— The End —