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 3d fish-sama
Emma
In the gray it dwells,
shades of sorrow, hues of joy,
eyes paint what they feel.

Between dark and light,
truth bends to our weary hearts,
colors shift with moods.

A storm clouds the mind,
turning clear skies into ash,
world shaped by our fears.

Yet hope’s golden glow,
softens shadows, clears the haze,
brightens all we see.

Feelings weave the veil,
through which life unfolds its face,
mine lies in between.
Sometimes I don't feel or see colour's rather shades of in-between black and white.
try
You don’t know what it's like
To try
And try
And try
With no results

You don’t know what it's like
To cry
And cry
And cry
Tears full of salt

You don’t know what it's like
To die
And die
And die
Every second you're alive

You don’t know what it's like
To lie
And lie
And lie
But nothing
Will ever
Ever
Ever
Get better.
its... it has been a very long week
 Dec 1 fish-sama
Isaac
irony
 Dec 1 fish-sama
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
Each dawn's light brings a humble prayer to rise,
Three hundred sixty-five, my soul's delight.
In whispers soft, I seek the heavenly skies,
And call His name, my faith to reignite.

At dusk when shadows gently claim the day,
I find His grace within the twilight's glow.
In every beat, my heart does earnestly pray,
For Jesus' love, the sweetest gift I know.

Through trials faced and joys that brightly gleam,
His name I speak with reverence and peace.
In every moment, waking or in dream,
I find my solace, and my doubts release.

For every day, I humbly bow and seek,
The name of Jesus, comfort to the meek.
Church has a prayer evening tonight -- This is my first attempt at a sonnet
Aroused a strom in the heart of God
Flows his healing powers
In the eyes of your angel
Which flows like miracles
to keep you alive
 Nov 26 fish-sama
SleepEasy
Loving too much and too often
Yields unexpected results
I tried to love everyone
Ended up falling apart
For they knew I was open
24/7
To tickle their eardrums
And flatter their hearts
I always gave love
Yet didn't received it
They took it for granted
Or didn't believe it
I took what was golden
And made it so common
From platinum to copper
Stretching it thin
When I ran out
The sorrow began
Now I live with the shame
That I don't understand
Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.
 Nov 22 fish-sama
Zee
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Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
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