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The lost innocenceMy innocence is lost
one night, I lost this treasure
I thought to be ready
I thought being loved
but for him, I was a bitch
for him, I was a toy
the love had disappeared
I regret this night
I regret my impatience
Today I am a princess without crown
a teenager at heart injured
which seeks forgot this day
ReligiousMy desire is choked
My life is a sacrifice
Religion is my executioner
I am chained to my choice
I wander about like a lost soul in the corridors
This life of deprivation is my cell
I would like to flee and live like the other women
My belief is a pair of handcuffs
She imprisons my life
A sweet lullabyher life is a long insomnia
a hard road in the darkness
or she seeks the sleep
she is used every night for the children
but nobody has thought
that she had also the right to close your eyes
The sound of this guitarshe is on the scene with her guitar
her music is soft and melancholy
a wind of nostalgia hovers in my mind
I think to this love lost
I think to this woman in the eyes black as the night
this first love that we have forget
but always present in our heart
the sound of this guitar has a strange charm
a back in time
or the regret haunts our head
The hell of a loveshe seeks a loophole
to leave this man
that she does not love
this love was an illusion
a waking nightmare
which has destroyed her life
each day it was hell
make love was a Calvary
condemned to silence
she dreams of freedom
but leaving the hell is not an easy thing
Her body tattooedher body is a work of art
each part is a message
the scriptures tattooed on her arms and her legs
the tattoos on her face
each space of her body tattooed is a road
which takes you into her world
which makes you discover her past
her life is recounted on her body
but until now nobody has been able to understand
the meaning of her art
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypse
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms
the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear
the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time
the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world
The door of hellthe door is opened
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark
this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid
he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
The dark side of loveshe was in love with this boy
she had confidence in him
this was wonderful
but love has a face less happy
one side dreadful
a lie, an infidelity, a broken heart
then came the hell
regret the past
falling into a black hole
love is beautiful
love is sweet
love is a delicious beverage
but which can also lead to our own destruction
Thinking of YouI lay in bed,
With midnight chills.
Thinking of you,
Always gives me thrills.
Like how you smile wide,
Or how your eyes shine bright.
Being with you,
Makes the dark turn to light.
We'll keep each other warm,
Even through the cold.
We'll always be together,
As we start to grow old.
WHAT IS WAS NOTPeople are people,
And will always be people.
So why blame people,
For being people?
Truth is truth,
And will always be truth.
If truth becomes false,
Then it cannot be true.
A word is a word,
And will always be a word.
To edit the word,
It ceases to be that word
Wisdom is wisdom,
Because it is wise.
If wisdom becomes unwise,
Then the stupid are wise.
The absolute is absolute
And has always been absolute
If it can be questioned
It is not absolute.
Love is love
And will always be love
If it was but is not,
Then it was not.
Accidental Exchanges.Accidental Exchanges.
There are some things you can only tell a stranger.
Because there are no formal feelings to endanger.
There is no sentimental connection
And therefore no misapprehensions.
The conversation can be left with no remainders.
Help Me :)..hey.
Can you help me smile?
I don't mean to pry.
You must often wonder why I ask this
Why do I do this?
Why do I bleed?
Why do I hurt
..and have a broken heartbeat
Ticking slower and slower
As each day goes by
Each second goes slower
Numb tributes to this life I lead
So if you don't mind
And I don't mean to pry
But please help me smile.
I Will Not Be HypnotizedI will not be hypnotized.
I will not be controlled. I will not be owned, I will not be confused. My mind will stay clear and strong, and I will remain my own man.
Your colored lights will not dazzle me. Your loud voices will not command me. Your images will not trick me, destroy me, and rule my mind. Crack into my skull and just try to take a hold on it, there is no grasp for you to find.
I will remain my own man, and I will not be owned.
Because I will not be hypnotized.
I will not be pressured.
I will not be forced, I will not be tricked.
I will not listen to the voices of the multitudes. Two and two is four, one and one is two. A thousand voices will implore my obedience and they will be ignored. I know what is right, and I will not back down. With a hundred million feet marching towards darkness, I will turn toward the light.
I do not care about numbers, numbers do not equal right. I will not disappear into the group, and I will not follow the blinded crowds.
Because I will not be
Not Ready To Be LovedWarm hands caress my skin,
and send chills through my body.
I shudder in the darkness
but my shaking only encourages him.
He leans in and softly kisses me
and I turn away in disgust.
Lonely eyes plead for my affection
I can't stand to look anymore.
As he confesses his love for me I sigh
I am just not ready to be loved.
"I've missed you" this one claims
it's been weeks since I broke his heart.
"Holding you, kissing you, making love"
romantic words that conjure sickness inside.
He talks of his honesty, his loyalty, his devotion
he is a good man, this I know to be true.
He cries that he is so lonely without me
and I feel like I should care.
He tells me he loves me with all of his heart
but I am just not ready to be loved.
This last one is the most difficult to resist
because I could have loved him back.
I went to him in sadness
(LPW) The Girl in WhiteThere is a legend
of a girl in white.
To lay eyes on her
would be a death
Around her neck
hangs a chain of teeth,
of those she's had the
misfortune to meet.
She walks the ground
in search of prey.
A wandering soul perhaps,
who's lost their way.
So beware I tell you!
Beware I say!
For in the dead of night,
she might steal you away.
Pencil ManPencil Man was something special,
He dreamed to be a hero.
To wear a cape
And "write all wrongs"
Would be his alter ego.
And "drawing swords"
With man and beast alike.
Those who called him 'yellow bellied'
Would see that he could fight!
But Pencil Man forgot one thing,
His one and only weakness,
She had quite the look,
She always left him speechless.
A night of passion soon ensued
He gave her all he could.
As morning came
All that remained
Was just some broken wood.
sex in your wordsI trip over
the sex in your words
it dancebeats each syllable
into the rhythm of submission
to your desire
of thrusting or being thrusted
plain letters draped
in shades of sultry black
only visible to the connoisseur
of linguistic lust
while virgin eyes remain blind
to their deflowering
the twist of your subconscious power
to exude your curves
in the guise of thoughtful
RedemptionMy cell is cold and lugubrious
The walls are ravaged by mildew
My cellmate is a madman
The price of my mistakes is here
This prison is my grave
The heroin or the sharp edge of a blade shall take my life
My lawyer is a liar
The siren breaks the silence
The release is finished
I return to my purgatory
I expiates my sins in the hope of a redemption
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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