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 Jan 2017 Trinity Monks
AidaDonn
No doubt when i say i love you,
but it's hard to say;
meeting you is unfortunate or fortunate occurrence?
 Jan 2017 Trinity Monks
oni
its the things
that were never planned
that taught you
how to breathe again.
If there were words to find
To describe you in kind
There would be none
For your magnificence shows more
Than the justice that
Words of you could ever have done

There are things that we wish undone and unsaid
Wishing that nail was never hit on the head
And though we can never change the past
We realize that we should never worry about them
Because time goes by too fast

Many a months ago
I was convinced the light would never show
That I had no place else to go
But then I met this wonderful young woman
Who was kind and caring with the heart of more than a dozen
So cheerful in her youth
Entirely the opposite of uncouth
Who lit my fire anew

If there were words to find
To describe you in kind
There would be none
Because you are the one
I need most right now
And I don’t know why or how
This will all go down

But I know one thing for sure
That you and I together
Dearest friend and sister
Will outshine all of the stars in the night sky
This was originally written for one of my closest friends, Trinity Monks. The word "sister" is used figuratively, as in how I see and feel about her towards me.
Pain is an ember that burns us down
It rips our hearts apart
It scars us for the better part of our lives
To be given and received
Shared amongst others
If not for pain
There would be no happiness
It is ours to keep until death
But let not it be the cause
My despair is a rainstorm,
that never stops.
It swamps out all my friends,
who are the sunshine,
in my life.

Thunder erupts from within,
when I can no longer hold it back.
Lightning strikes at my loved ones,
ever frightening them,
As the tempest tears through their hearts.

And when the storm settles,
and when the damage can be seen,
the fear in their eyes,
starts the rainstorm,
all over again.
In this small world, there was prosperity,
In this small world, everyone was so full of glee,
The future was bright with light that could never be seen.

Then one woeful day, the stars had come,
On this fateful day, destruction had rung,
The stars in the sky made sure no one survived.

Many years had passed, one man alone,
Where would he go? No one could've known.
The world couldn't see the savior he would have been.

In this small world, where darkness would reign...
Can also be sung in a minor tone.
She once thought,
she wanted to be a poet,
but deep down,
she knew,
she wanted to be a poem.
 Mar 2016 Trinity Monks
GaryFairy
i just want to die
life is trying my mind
oh, why should i even try
when i'm just biding time

i think about it all the time
of why i should never try
my life defies my mind
i just want to die
i have never been suicidal, but this is about a real life friend. i feel her emotions and i tried to put them into poetic words.
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