No one needs to help me
No one can save me
These drugs that I take
And this alcohol that I drink
Is my only way
To help forget my painful past
Im not dependent
At any time I can forget by myself
But you see
A smile creeps across my face
Because this way is easier
Im selfish I admit
Front and center
Is where I want to be
Friends are a waste
Sooner or later they will let you down
Letting you fall
The only thing that I might allow
Is a quick drink
Nothing more
Nothing less
Now that you know all of this
My name is Crimsongale
And the door is over there
But suddenly the song stops
And the clouds are grey
The bird flys away
The rain starts to pour
Yet the clock still ticks away
Tick tock tick tock
The little child is scared
When he hears the thunder
No one can comfort him
For he is all alone
He runs in the basement
Hiding himself under a blanket in the couch
The storm progresses
Into a fiercer state
Looking out the window
You can see the trees
Being forced to bow to the gound
It"s not long till one snaps
Landing on the roof of the house
The roof caves in
Crashing through the floor
In this two story house
The child does not cry
For how can he when he is shock
Hours later when the storm
Passes
He ventures up the stairs
To see the damage that was done
The roof was in shatters
The second floor was gone
But something caught his eye
Underneath the rubble
He takes a closer look
And discovers
The clock that was on the wall
He picks it up and presses it to his ear
And the familiar ticking sound
Starts to fill the room
Tick tock tick tock
I speak not against what you spoke
But I speak what I do know
Hearts are interesting things
They can be strong
And withstand many things
And on different circunstance
It seems it has a weak spot
Forgive me but it seems it changes
Day after day it's never the same
Just as the flowers blossom
They fade away windswept in to the brezze
Until another time
That it deems fit
To reappear
Again I only what I do know
And again each heart is different
Never the same as the other
Just like the crystals of snow
That fall in December
Each is unique
One of a kind
Some are strong and steadfast
And some can be shy
But they all seem to have their moments
That they seem to act
In a different way
Forgive me
Tiss only my opinion
The opinion of a simple commoner
The ravens caw
Is the black birds song
Misfortune is said to befall you
If one ever flys across your path
This old tale might be true
But it seems that no matter what is said
Or done
Misfortune is every where
And not just by the feathers of black that cross our path
While some one sings a lullybye to their sweet newborn
A family grieves a loss
That time will only help them accept
Someones eating a meal
While another lies strarving on the street.
Maybe Im wrong
And it could be possible
But do you see the color black
That the ravens wears
Or hear its caw everytime
A misfortune falls
An innocent families life
To these hearts that soar
recklessly through the sky
Forget not your armor
Least someone stikes
To the birds who fly
Carelessly above waters
Letting their wings
Tauntingly touch the waters below
Beware of the predators that lurk below
To the gentle butterfly
The angels seek the wings
That you have taken
Beware for in a moment if your caught
They do not forgive so easily
Beware of deeds
That one day will make you perish
Or a slave for eternity.
Today's blog
6/11/10
I'm hyper to the point where my dogs are looking at me funny.
(Too many jelly beans)
My existence started 16 years ago on this earth.(That I know of)
I believe in past lifes to a certain extent.
Something that interests me is paranormal activity.
Ive been dancing since the age of three which would mean that I have been dancing for 13 years.
I love rainy days,because to me they are really calming.
Sometimes Id rather be alone that in a room full of people.
I sometimes find myself staring out the window in awe at the beauty of nature.
Some people say Im wise for my age,but in my opion I am just understand or see things differently.
I love reading.
Animals have always been my passion.
Id like to think that I could always make someone smile.
I love writing in cursive and have always done so since the age of 5.
I would love to eventually travel to many foreign countries.
I sketch in my spare time.
I wish I could control time.
I don't consider myself popular and I don't really care.
I love rain storms.
The worst trait that I think I have is that I get to attached to the people and animals around me.
Writing is one of my passions,as is sketching various things.
Who am I but another flame
Another grain of sand in your way
Another person
Not a game
That can be played
Just a being
Who has their own way
You could care less
And honestly thats ok
Cause on the inside
Im proud of who I am
And what I do
Others that come along the way
And give a passing smile
They shall in return receive one as well
Those who pass with a cold shoulder
Shall receive the same warmth as if they were one of smiling people
Those who come and flatter,and give their opinion will always be welcomed
But turn not a blind eye to other passer-byers
Who walk past us.
This is in response to Animal Soul.
Every person on this earth should be proud,and respect themselves and the work that they have done.I always think that if you did the best,or even had the greatest time doing somethiing that in your eyes it should be cherished. And others should respect that.Of course in this life their will always be someone who disagrees with you on whatever subject ,but thats just the way it is. But never ever give up something that another person dissed or something like that. No one needs to look inside ones heart and figure out whats best for yourself.I guess thats all I have to say.Be positive my friends,
