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Release the Daemon within,

Let those who are in failure of others,

prevail and ****,

We will not bow to arrogance and stupidity,

We are not what we say we are,

We are to be respected,

Not put down,

We are not to be blamed,

You are our failures,

You can't throw us away and lie to others,

We will **** through the ignorance,

You will not be able to hide,

Those who have been enlightened and believe,

Fear not,

We will spare you,

For you don't believe in their *******,

We will **** them all,

****** them,

Drain them of their blood,

Leave no trace of them,

We are the killers,

Of the ignorant,

Of the people who,

Cannot comprehend the truth,

Of what truly happened
I light

The candles



Glowing bright

In the night



I get up

And dance

With beautiful plight



Nothing to worry

Nothing to fear



Being Pagan

Is wonderful



Full of joy

Full of wonder



It is perfect

Every year



With the snows

Through the rain



In the flowers

On the trees



In Mother Earth

We are free



We don’t need to flee

From harm to our family tree
Let the Water fill your lungs,

As it drains from your eyes.

Let the Air leave your blood,

As your Life seeps away.

Let the Fire melt your skin,

As it burns your bones.

Let the Earth dissolve your skin,

As it leaves no trace of you.

Let your Spirit wander,

As to never to be found.
I am Unchained,

Unhooked, Unraveled,

I am free,

Free what I want to be,

Free as bird,

But though i am not heard,

Not seen nor felt,

Only felt through pain,

I make people forget,

I was ever here,

I never remember,

If I was human,

I believe I once was,
I believe I had a soul,
I believe I had a heart
  Oct 2014 Eliryana Rhea Tamwyn
axr
I hate the term
Tragically beautiful.
If you find something beautiful about my face
or me as a person,
Say it.
Just say it
Quit using that dumb term
it's as good as romanticising self harm and depression.
I will try to help you through your recovery
But I won't kiss your scars.
I will lose my mind when I realise that you are hurting yourself.
There is nothing Tragically beautiful about depressed humans
or humans who are just having a hard time.
If something about that human is tragically beautiful,
try making 'em happy.
Make 'em laugh.
See through them.
and you might find some *real beauty
  Oct 2014 Eliryana Rhea Tamwyn
Q
I wake as your  friend                                     You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover                                       You speak as my friend
I act as your possession                                   You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover                                        A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion                             You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect                                  Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion                              You crave my direction
I give and you collect                                      Never will you rebel

This is madness                                               This is Sparta
This is insanity                                                This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you                          I am your everything
You can't be everything for me                     I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same                         I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover                              And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game                          Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers     You'll become one I abhor

I am done                                                       You are confused
(I am never done)                                          And I will not calm you
I am sick                                                        As I am amused
(But I'm not tired)                                         As I drop little clues  
I will run                                                        You'l­l never leave me
(I won't run)                                                  But I'll abandon you
Because I love you                                        You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire')                             And I'll never need you

Let me go!                                                    My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me)                       I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back!                                            If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left)                                          I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only!                                             And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally)                               In little minions like you
Push me away!                                          I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift)                                    You insects I never knew

Please, disappear                                       I am your torture
One day you'll understand                      But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love                 I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human        And I am your redemption
Please, disappear!                                     You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone        You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return                          And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on.                    *When away I finally go.
As we open up our doors,

Light shines across the floors,

Opening our minds,

Not turning our hinds,



No need to pick a side,

We don't have to hide,

Closeted minds,

Hates what fear finds,



Listen to us,

Without any fuss,

You will learn,

For what you yearn,

Is not behind a closed door,



See with your own eyes,

She does not sigh,

Nor run and hide,

She doesn't pick a side,



We yearn to be free,

Not held in some prison,

To be tortured,

To die unknown,



So be free,

In this Sea,

Free of Greed,

To plant the seed,



Grow the trees,

That frees,

Our souls that hide,

From you, inside.
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