The perfect child I used to be went to play one day.
she went down this road so very slow,
and ran into a tree.
She woke up later in a strangers house
sitting by the christmas tree.
Oh the fire, Oh the horror, oh what happened to me.?
The pretty little dress around her waist Didn't cover much
Just the nessesities.
her hands were bound behind her back
oh what happened to me?
Just then a man came to her.
  "oh darling Don't worry, Don't worry I am not that mean."
he said oh so quietly. to me.
he gave me some water and I fell asleep
I wake to him ******* me Oh, what happened to me?
I couldn't see
I couldn't move
I could only feal what was happening to me
Hours it felt so painful to me, My heart was broken in three.
my body went numb so slowly I could't breath,
Slowly so, so slowly something trickled down me,
Oh. whats happening to me?.
Just when I thaught it couldn't get worse he whispered so quietly to me.
"I've opened your'e eyes so look close although you have none have fun with my son"
and he left me with his son ,
he hit me. he bit me. and oh so more
                  Then I heard a click and he cut me so very slowly
                   all over me he slid the knife, Intill everything went black and I died.
written   by  savannah    rawdon  just  turned   *twelve

when life lays low  no truth stay high.
when they sing i sit and cry,
tore up mess lost kiss sad hug leaning towards the glory mugg ....... SHot * want to know feal free too show,.
twisted truth lays low you know,. deap dead thaught's just want to glow'  
it brakes you down as if that clown.
,,,
by the way clown's are different, they get the bad impressions of people that don't really focus on silly things i guess,  = ]
they go out of their way to  get the attention of people that  have time to laugh,  
.....the real life....
My life,
Hate, it.
loved it till the moment

I'm sorry for hurting you,
I've hurted myself by hurting you.

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry from the deap down of my heart.

I'm sorry,
Yes, I've loved you.
But not that fancy romantic love.
I've loved you as you,
As I will never love again.

I've loved you,
It's in the present past,
I've loved you.

I'm sorry for being me.
I'm sorry for you, being you.
I'm sorry but you are a wonderful human being.
You are a beautiful soul.

/I swear to god/

You are wonderful,
You were wonderful,
You will always be wonderful.

I hope all the best for you.
I hope that you will always
Be you,
Be happy,
Be angry,
Be you.

You are special, unique & wonderful.

Please forgive me,
Please forgive yourself,
Please forgive.

Let go.

And go straight,
Go to your destiny.
Run for it.

You are so beautiful.

I've loved you,
Cause you kept reminding me of Me.

I am special,
Crazy,
And stupid.
But you are not stupid,
Nor am I.

We are special,
Hard & difficult,
But special.

I'm as sorry,
As I am thankfull,
For meeting you.

Sorry, thank you.
Thank you, sorry.

I love me.
I love love.
I love life.
I love being drunk.

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Ivre
L'ivre
Un livre

Ivre de vin,
De poésie,
Ou de whiskey.

Mais moi, non !
-----
Sorry!
No more whiskey.

I love me.
No more whiskey.
I'm sorry,
Sorry !
I love you,
Sorry
I love me...

Finding pain deap in the sea
Deep in the heart
8501
Becoming the one, erasing my dumb, feeling what was numb
The green make her come but don't make her ***
Junk days are done
She made me feel good until I found out she was drunk
What a deception I knew I was done
These new girls are trash and nothing but stunts
Why are your sheets so wet? I just wanted some fun
I was destined to pull the trig when I was aiming my gun
My rights could be a lie but I'm still certain
Could be derogatory to the way you're living  
Oh well

Finding pain deap in the sea
Deep in the heart
8501
Becoming the one, erasing my dumb, feeling what was numb
The green make her come but don't make her ***
Junk days are done
She made me feel good until I found out she was drunk
What a deception I knew I was done
These new girls are trash and nothing but stunts
Why are your sheets so wet? I just wanted some fun
I was destined to pull the trig when I was aiming my gun
My rights could be a lie but I'm still certain
Could be derogatory to the way you're living

I think

It started with opening my eyes and looking straight ahead.
eventually I turned said head to the left.
(this happens to be the direction my ***** know lives)
then I look to the right and my sense of direction begins.

I learn about forward and backward and the perception of depth.
I percieve things far away that i long for, gain understanding of inevitable death
With both eyes now open my world starts to scale out of hand,
I learn the earth is round.
I am not the only man roaming these lands there are many others like me
treading slowly, roaming with half eaten buffalo screaming "A gods utter profound."

i see the sun rise in the east.
I see the sun dive daily to its death in the west.
I hear the wind coming from the south and take a deap breath.
I scream, "bring it on *******!" head north and rest.


With one eye open I flick my finger to the death of perception.
goodbye and goodnight my dear sense of direction.

HAPPY TRADE
come's back in a smile,
grow's great through out the long mile,
deap is loud through out the walk.
come my way, just please no pay,
... Its not a game this is no play.
I say this is no Good bye,.
whats this i say it's not a lie,.
really no need., no pleed to cry.
when's non left but yet too high.

When bright days fade away darkness comes to play.
good days, once bright slowly fade to grey
making good times, once long shorten till they fade.
I've been in places where light doesn't reach and the dark holds me captive for weeks     it feels like im bein choked, i can't breathe eat, sleep, speek, or leave.
my screams are muffled more as the pain pulls me deap.
Walking is pointless when you can't seem to see.
asking for help only pulls me further into the deep
Till one day a loved one  notices a change in  personality..
And for a moment i feel saved, i can once again feel free.
Then later they leave, and you wouldn't believe how fast things change.
When you see a person who's seen as  insane remember there in pain.
Its hard  to talk to them because they don't see things the same as you and me.
But the saddest thing is that there much more likely to be profits and see earths beauty, understand arts meanings and spend time on simple things.
Life isn't easy and never will be but before you judge me for feeling dark remember you also have a heart.
the mind is a muscle and we work it hard so feel lucky yours hasn't fallen apart.
Billions of people live on earth's yard so  how can we discriminate on those who have it hard.
Im sick of seeing grey every moment I breath because people can't except everybodythey meet
Nobody's the same but masses of people still claim  harmony and peace are important to believe.
But fame and money drives everybody including me  
Sad as it is we've lost lifes simplicity's and continue to pass on our greed to generations of baby's making people into robots as we lose our own thoughts...

Grey is hard to see thru,  and i can barely see
I've lost my brighter day,
it may take a life time but when the world burns its money and stops governments from running our lives than freedoms will open our eyes.
We exchange what we know and what we have between one another in return for what we need,
If we can end the greed we can help the hungry to eat
days will have purpose and people around the world will come from the darkness and finally. see

Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys

Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys

Hand in hand,
Certain emotions go.
Like passion and envy,
Or anger and jealousy.

Like red and green,
They compliment each other.

Passion that fuels the envy.
Full of fire and frenzy,
Pulsating out.
The envy creeping in with tendrils,
A seething mass of resentment and desire.

Anger that provokes the jealousy.
Raging with pain and misery,
Seeping out.
The deap jealousy pooling,
A grasping puddle of hurt and greed.

as I look into the mirror , I see not only my reflection , along with my reflection is my dark side my demon that I will soon loose control of. I'm dying ,my soul is broken along with my heart and the demons patience soon will be paid of when it finally has control. People will soon see the repercussions of their doings to me they will meet the person ive been trying to conceal, the person who follows me in my shadow , the deap dark merciless fool who lives and feasts on the pain of others. I give up on fighting against him , lately it seams his stronger then I am , strong enough to fight the world and dark enough to destroy the people who try to break me.

Yes I hold something.
Yes I hold something, which makes me feel everything so deap.
It makes me the one, who people easily make fun off.
Express my feelings without even thinking.
Doesn't care of consequences, what people will think.
Makes me fall for everything in life easily.
Never care of self, makes me slefless.
Over Caring, possessive, Overprotective, dominating, jealous.
But I'm none of this i know who I'm.

Beneath the sleep
where you yourself slept
(nestled like a silent Simile)
Dug down deep in your dream's dry dirt
you uncovered a splendid city

And chiselled deap into the Egyptian door
(in letters cold and golden)
dictated from a cat eyed god
was a holy lonesome poem

“Forsake the riches of Osiris
and the stolen light of Ra
Atlantis can’t be found in dreams
For it's the dream that holds them all.”

And like the mountain slowly crawling
across the land before us
(and the sea so swiftly curling
into its own abyss)
You yourself woke again to the “sosiety offs ‘is’ ”
where Atlantis is a state of mind
and the mind a state of bliss.