love love dove the dove fell far love love dove burned to a char
craven craven raven again rose a star craven craven raven picked at your scar
vain vain crane full of empty words vain vain crane of the foolish birds
wail wail quail a dying creed well well quail a time to bleed
a time that ends the pain of past a wound that mends has been passed
i cannot lie the pain i felt with our goodbye oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry about the necromancer the love which you gave to the poor romancer
were you brought back from the dead? if so, then please live and not dread
look on and not dread the memories that your mind must tread
got the lucky opportunity to read some poems i'd never seen by you sorry i read them i hope that the necromancy worked. maybe you can consider the necromancer the person who just helped you rise up and move forward... i felt like writing a ****** poem what can i say
would you take my hand ... would you hold fingers by yours .. to feel you more ... to feel your warm hands ... to stole my life whole ... while i'm feeling your warm chest ... to forget myself ... even to forget the world all... till i get blind ... no one i see .. just feeling you only you .. whom warming me ... to pass this cold world ...
would you do sweetheart ... as i'm feeling you now ... Oh babe... Oh ... my lap ... is so warm now ... as my heart ... and i feel too ... so warm for you ... come so fast ... to my this lap ... to give you ... the warm ... and the love that we both need ... that we feel ... since our eyes ... fell one to the other ... to sink both ... into it's seas ... til get we the **** ... and no last ...
Being abused as a child totally destroyed my childhood, the excuse for humans who abuse for their ***** disgusting gratification
That not only destroys childhood but also these poor victims for them It's never ending the pain shame guilt leading like myself to self-harm
Its time those In authorities started to consider and give more help to these poor Innocent people who are suffering so much
Don't waste time and money on the evil things who commit these disgusting crimes against humanity With there feeble excuses they came poor upbringing they were abused as a kid, no way, I came poor background abused both beaten and sexually
I who have a son he's 20 years old happy smiling simply because he was bought up as a child the way he was with love
That's the way It was me for despite my own child abuse, so forget about those who commit such crimes there's Is no cure let them out they'll do it again, stop wasting time and money on them
And let's help the poor victim try and get their life's back and help them try and live a normal life they so richly deserve
I say God bless the abused for one day they will be freed of there suffering to live as they should
Written In hope victims of child abuse or any kind of abuse that should never ever happen, to find a voice and to be heard, demand the respect you all so richly deserve by all of you, authorities stop wasting time and money on those who will never change and let's spend time on the victims help them get the life they so richly deserve.
Fold you up like unwanted fat cook you into a rocky stew placed beneath a mantle of ice far enough away to be misconstrued
You are old laminated time And pillowed rock of incomprehensible Earlier than any lime Or sand, or sediment, or any kind You are the grandfather rock of mine
When I step with my inconsequential feet living but transiently I cannot help but be erased that even you hath but one resting place
All the plants and sands and ever since the very first we have always been ****** to this earth walking upon your bones I am sorry we cannot do more but you know your creator Speak in the same language in amalgamators of which we have forgot and for that I can say we are envious; are we naught?
Build softly, and carry us upon your thick crust like pizza dough, cooking and you let it sit Let us win, set us up drift us apart, leave us crushed build us, make us, break us, fill us
I want to be restored into your stony belt and be redeemed I want to become my own atomic fossil to connect with the universe through long-lost plotholes and once again hear the story as a young lad the way it was meant to be told
I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked father again to be loved a boy and a girl and the whole world a soul touched back into the deep left unshackled by a ***** or a queen please, take me back soon rather than let me turn into
Laurentia or Baltica or Gondwana alack smacked into new rock to form Urals and Tetons and Moher back
Carbonate or Silicate, and the end its the same It won't be the end for that fate rearranged
Huli na nga ba ang lahat Kailan mo masasabing hindi sapat Ang bawat piraso ng mga durog na puso Ang bawat patak ng mga pulang dugo Umagos kasabay ng mga luha Sino ang totoong may sala Isinulat sa pahinang gawa sa tubig Ang makatotohanan ngunit huwad na pag-ibig Kailan nga ba naging tama ang mali Kapag ba wala nang makapitan ang pusong puno ng pighati Puno ng galit at pagkamuhi Bakit hinayaang maikubli Sinong nagbigay ng buong tiwala? Silang mga nabigo't nasaktan at umasa sa wala Pilit mang pagtakpan ang mailap na katotohanan Sarili lang ang dapat protektahan Wala nang direksyon ang bawat bukas Na mabuti na ring ito na ang wakas Ang dulo ang simula ng salitang sapat At ang simula ang dulo ng lahat.