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Hopeless Nothing goes wrong for the hopeless,Hopeless by ~Hiscreation4him
For their hope can’t be shattered in three,
Cause they buried their hope with their faith and their love…
Down with their peace
But the faithful that stand
Firm in His hands
Will rejoice for eternity
I remember You whispering softly
I can feel Your warmth over me
This new strength that I found
Is merely profound
And I’m amazed at Your glory
I feel it rushing over me
For I once was broken and shattered
But You still clung on to me
These tears on my face
Are from Your embrace
And what You’ve done to me
I can barely recognize my own reflection
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Dear Talia, My Dear Talia 26 February 2007Dear Talia, My Dear Talia by ~Hiscreation4him
Dear Talia,
My dear Talia
These black tears are for you
In the shadow lies someone praying; do you know who?
Withered is your soul
Dark is your ambition
Hope fades to a sinking imposition
You once hoped . . . you once dreamed . . . you once cared
But all is lost . . . all is lost
Shame feeds off your heart, numbing it to frost
Destruction has become your alter
Scars exposed to swell and fester
Pain has become your only escape from an icy flood
Dressing your wounds in colors of blood
Where are you, oh Talia?
My dear Talia?
Hidden in the dark
The beating of your heart is but stark
I tear through darkness
Confused Love Confused LoveConfused Love by ~Hiscreation4him
March 5, 2006
Oh how my soul aches for you, mourns for you, yearns for you,
But you . . . you are not to be had.
Would it have been better to never meet,
Than to crave for something I can never have?
Oh why do you cause so much joy and happiness in my dreary, dismal life?
Surely this is unfair?
Why is there such an impeccable distance between us?
Would it have been better to never see your face, witness your laughter, feel your warm embrace?
Oh I must be going crazy.
I must be out of my better judgment to even consider the possibilities.
This story will only lead to heart break and my face immersed in quiet lone
A Run of Bad Luck "Humph"A Run of Bad Luck by ~RFMongoose
The rain beat down on his head heavily. There wasn't much to say. He just stood there, staring down on his own grave.
"You aren't here anymore, you've passed on now." the voice was deep and ominous.
"Yea, but it doesn't mean I don't think of going back." Stanley said in a blank tone. "I suppose that's how most people feel."
"Yes, but most people don't die when their only 17" michael replied.
Stanley was only 17 when he passed away. It was nothing extreme, there were no gangs or drunk drivers involved. He was just too weak after the pneumonia to go on living with mono. It was simply just a deep run of bad luck.
"Do you wish
Sta.sh
