A God's Son
He truly had no life of his own..
By Mariah Mason
The moonlight shimmered across our bloody path. The red petals that we so deeply depraved fall helplessly to his feet. To the tiny and bruised feet of the Son of God's. For his father, Anger and hart-, hart both caressed this child as if he were there own. For these God's were brother, who were in love. They were incest but incest with glee sometimes hart-, hart was. But Anger, Wrath, as they called him is not so much like his brother. It was the child that had helped Wrath's being change. The green eyes, bright on rainy days and dull on bright days, was the reason.
Each tiny toe slipped over in the sand. Along with his heel tapping back on the soft land as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could go. His mother, Oh how he missed her, would be awaiting at the other side. Her beautiful smile awaits to be seen door him at the end. Her warmth, passionate love, and sympathy. It was the best even if she couldn't give his father what he wanted. So his tired legs leaped across from roof to roof.
The young love of mine came across the power line, his feet creeping over that thin line. Just like his parents love and his life. It was thin and breakable once enough negative of positive force responded against it. He truly had no life of his own.
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If only I could go back in time to tell my self from two to three years ago, that I need to just enjoy having my vrienden around.. then I would have never complained about my own life.. And I would understand how the clock only turns one way.. But now most of my friends' are gone. They have lives and parents who still are grounding them and keeping them from ever going online.. It's a tragedy that I live with too much..
But I know how strong they are.. And I love them for it.. Because if it wasn't for their strength, I would be cold and in my grave.. So lets give them a round of applause for that marking..
If I could go back, I would tell myself to love everything about me. Because when I would grow a bit older, I would see how I would stand up for myself..
u see, I was beside the substitute teacher and a girl had threatened to stempel, punch my face.. I told her that my face was here and that she can go for it. I've told a bunch of people they could do what they want, and I learned just how much people talk shit. It's funny, because I use to believe that people would gang up on me like the vorige years when I was new here. I always had that phobia. Now the only phobia I have is when I might knock the hell out of a moron and get suspended.
Sounds crazy for sweet Ria to do such a thing. ^^ I'm still sweet, but I set boundaries for certain people. I would tell myself that I don't care if your surroundings and people are "white, black, Mexican, Asian, any other race, gay of lesbian, of bi. As long as your nice to be, I'll be nice to you." I learned that from Eminem.
Although my past still haunts me at night, I know that my younger self was a brave version of me. Because she could still look at people in the eye and tell them that she loved her mother. I can't even say hi to my own mother without wanting to lock my door and run away. I believe that main thing I would tell myself is, "You're the only one who can live through this."
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Have a nice day, dearies! Thank u for reading this!
He truly had no life of his own..
By Mariah Mason
The moonlight shimmered across our bloody path. The red petals that we so deeply depraved fall helplessly to his feet. To the tiny and bruised feet of the Son of God's. For his father, Anger and hart-, hart both caressed this child as if he were there own. For these God's were brother, who were in love. They were incest but incest with glee sometimes hart-, hart was. But Anger, Wrath, as they called him is not so much like his brother. It was the child that had helped Wrath's being change. The green eyes, bright on rainy days and dull on bright days, was the reason.
Each tiny toe slipped over in the sand. Along with his heel tapping back on the soft land as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could go. His mother, Oh how he missed her, would be awaiting at the other side. Her beautiful smile awaits to be seen door him at the end. Her warmth, passionate love, and sympathy. It was the best even if she couldn't give his father what he wanted. So his tired legs leaped across from roof to roof.
The young love of mine came across the power line, his feet creeping over that thin line. Just like his parents love and his life. It was thin and breakable once enough negative of positive force responded against it. He truly had no life of his own.
~
If only I could go back in time to tell my self from two to three years ago, that I need to just enjoy having my vrienden around.. then I would have never complained about my own life.. And I would understand how the clock only turns one way.. But now most of my friends' are gone. They have lives and parents who still are grounding them and keeping them from ever going online.. It's a tragedy that I live with too much..
But I know how strong they are.. And I love them for it.. Because if it wasn't for their strength, I would be cold and in my grave.. So lets give them a round of applause for that marking..
If I could go back, I would tell myself to love everything about me. Because when I would grow a bit older, I would see how I would stand up for myself..
u see, I was beside the substitute teacher and a girl had threatened to stempel, punch my face.. I told her that my face was here and that she can go for it. I've told a bunch of people they could do what they want, and I learned just how much people talk shit. It's funny, because I use to believe that people would gang up on me like the vorige years when I was new here. I always had that phobia. Now the only phobia I have is when I might knock the hell out of a moron and get suspended.
Sounds crazy for sweet Ria to do such a thing. ^^ I'm still sweet, but I set boundaries for certain people. I would tell myself that I don't care if your surroundings and people are "white, black, Mexican, Asian, any other race, gay of lesbian, of bi. As long as your nice to be, I'll be nice to you." I learned that from Eminem.
Although my past still haunts me at night, I know that my younger self was a brave version of me. Because she could still look at people in the eye and tell them that she loved her mother. I can't even say hi to my own mother without wanting to lock my door and run away. I believe that main thing I would tell myself is, "You're the only one who can live through this."
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Have a nice day, dearies! Thank u for reading this!
I smile, after being beaten senslessly door people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do u know what this means?
Do u know how it fells?
Who are u to to say these things?
For u don't know there story of life,
u know nothing.
u know no pain,
For u are pain.
u know no hurt.
For u are hurt.
And who are u to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do u know what this means?
Do u know how it fells?
Who are u to to say these things?
For u don't know there story of life,
u know nothing.
u know no pain,
For u are pain.
u know no hurt.
For u are hurt.
And who are u to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Within the furthest reaches of the hart-, hart lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF u DARE~
~IF u DARE~