Любовь Poem

She's different, an outcast
of society, she won't last.
But no matter what, she isn't alone
for at Главная she has a friend of her own.
He's a special one, no doubt about it
who loves her, her every bit.
To the point of, following her
like a shadow, bound forever.

Together, they live in the lost
away from reality, a world she has tossed.
Playing, sleeping, a wondering shadow
Innocence, deceit, away from the know.
She's trapped in silence, by her friend
waiting for a savior, before the end.
With no strength, she has chosen to retreat
Dwelling, lingering, in her choice of defeat.

Don’t run.

Don’t give up when it gets hard.
Don’t lower your chin.
Don’t think you’re not strong enough.

I believe Ты won’t run.

I believe Ты won’t give up when it gets hard.
I believe Ты won’t lower your chin.
I believe you’re strong enough.

I know Ты won’t run

I know Ты won’t give up when it gets hard.
I know Ты won’t lower your chin.
I know you’re strong enough.


(As I read this over it kind of seems like a mother talking to her son/daughter as they grow from 'don't do this' to 'I belive in you' to 'I know Ты can do this'.)

I live in a world
So far from home
Forever silenced
And sentenced to roam
The shackles are locked
And the воротник is tight
But nobody hears me
I'm too weak to fight
The stars that once twinkled
Are now dark in the night
And the moon that once shone
No longer gives light
On each sparse tree
No leaf is stirred
And the owls that once played
Can no longer be heard
Far in the distance I can see
A glimpse of weak light
That teases me
I watch it grow then fade away
Like a slippery fish
That just can't stay
And as I try to struggle free
The chains resist
And strangle me
As I fall back I clearly see
That a single bird
Flies over me
It stops to perch
Upon a stone
And opens its beak
In a sorrowful moan
A sweet sparrow
With no where to go
It Остаться в живых its path
And became a crow.

Here I Stand Besides you
Don't Ты Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
Ты filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
Ты MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things Ты Make

Ты hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

Ты Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with Ты Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In Любовь With Ты

This is how it was meant
to be, I assume.


Ты and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.


Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.


I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.


Ты and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.


That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though Ты let me not.
Ты won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
Ты won't let me
feel the sadness.


I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want Ты to be
touched by the breeze
I'm sending,
so Ты could feel me,
so Ты could feel me.


Ты and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
by the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.

The Yule Forest



A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the Животные burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps

High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian

A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed мышь meets it's fate

Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule