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Constant reminders always there
Purple hair bow clipped on
The memories will always dawn
Make up streaked along the face
Where confused tears had chosen to place
Memories perch inside the heart
Always reluctant with them to part
Sadness always replaces emotion
Giving way to new devotion
Friends and family lend their ears
Letting you spill all your fears
Tears are given comfort and welcome
After days you seem numb
But the signs keep returning
And the tears they are yearning
Though your emotions make your head spin
Through the end, the future will begin.
On Hallow's EveCome follow us into the corn maze
Through bristly leaves of corn we'll gaze
As night goes on the dead will raise
And turn the silence into craze
All On Hallow's Eve
The full moon looms high in the sky
And parting clouds begin to pass by
The darkest night will cloud your eye
All On Hallow's Eve
Screams begin to stir the rats
The sky soon fills with screeching bats
And you will spot the smooth black cats
All On Hallow's Eve
The disastrous night you will spend
Searching for your friend
Too early for the end
All On Hallow's Eve
The chaos has grown silent
The dead have come and went
A spooky night well spent
The End. Of Hallow's Eve...
Cry Me RealLet me cry. I'll cry me real.
My emotions. This is how I feel.
Don't tell me again. I know.
But even if you are right. The hurt, it will always show.
Don't listen to them. That is what they all say.
But I am not going to try. That game, I will not play.
This is who I am. That I am of sure.
These tears let go my innocence, a sign of being pure.
Don't tell me they don't mean it. For that just is not true.
You probably would cry as well, if they said it to you.
I don't just want to shrug it off. That just would not be right.
I will not stand up to them, but I will not go without a fight.
My tears, they bring me comfort, in a way no words can do.
So please don't try to stop me. It is something unchangeable by you.
Me.I am insecure.
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.
InsanityThe whispering is back. Soft, loud, inaudible. Whispering. I look around and no one is there. The whispering goes on. Secrets, warnings, reminders. I try to pay attention, but the voice just becomes incomprehensible. Who are you!? No one answers. Speaking to myself. Wondering aloud. What are you saying? What do you want? The voice continues. Close in my ear now. I look around. Still no one. Why are you talking? Where are you!? Nothing. Just me. No one else. Loss of my sanity. The whispering goes on.
Promise?You would tell me if you were hurting, right?
You would warn me if you were scared, right?
You would promise me that you would come to school the next day, no matter what they tell you, right?
Promise me you won't ever do something bad to yourself.
Promise me that you won't let the stories that HE tells you make you want to give up.
Don't cry over the setting sun. Don't fall asleep with tears on your cheeks. Don't create thoughts of sadness, or death and violence. Don't make friends with strangers from far away. Don't let the old man on the corner change your mind about who you are. Don't let people abuse you. But....
Most of all...........Don't leave me alone.....
Cherry BlossomComing of the spring
Herds of birds announce singing
Every flower turns its head to sky
Rising towards warmness of
Radiating sun smiling down
Yet the most beautiful waits
Blossoming with sweet innocence
Little buds on cherry trees slowly
Open for everyone to see pink petals
Spring has come!
One can only smile at sight of
Millions of cherry blossoms
FlowerLife is like a flower
Life is like a flower
from a seed to a stem
we grow with time
we blossom into what we're meant to be
Like a flower We grow
July 23 RainJuly 23 Rain
The evening sky that followed rain
At 6 pm tonight
Left two rainbows overhead
One was shining bright
And though I pointed them to someone below
I never told what I feel
That the shining rainbow was her smile
In knowing our love was real
Golden StormToday I raced the running clouds,
While I followed a yellow road.
Above me a golden beast claimed the sky,
Across a blue prairie it strode.
Howling at the MoonThe moonlight filters through the tall trees,
Signaling the time that I shall rise.
There are no sounds other than the sleeping honey bees,
But there isn't anything that should give me surprise.
I spotted a rabbit nestled in its borrow unaware of its close demise,
So I quickly and accurately made the kill.
I carried it in my jaws as a worthy prize
Up to the lonely, black hill.
I was satisfied as I sat stone still.
The moon was bright, but the sun will come soon,
So I tilted my head back and with precise skill
Let out a single note meant for howling at the moon.
I never heard the birds flying with despair,
But I did hear a single gunshot crack throughout the air.
Ocean Evening (Poetry)See the golden rays of light
Stretched across the evening sky
Sea of green, ocean of might
Water trembles, seagulls cry.
See the moon, a glowing ball
Lay your back upon the sand
Beside the water, feeling small
Hold a seashell in your hand.
See the tide, the rushing foam
Unto your toes it slowly creeps
In this place you call your home
The gentle ocean never sleeps.
TeaselsTeasels in my garden
looking good today
standing tall and straight
in the breeze they sway
Tiny purple petals
explode in the sunlight
all between the spikes
as they stand upright
With thin green leaves
surrounding the flower
this beautiful plant
grows tall like a tower
Nature is so awesome
always amazing me
colour, size and scent
so much variety
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
Greed and Selfish..Greed and selfish notions have created a society full of men who act immorality, and habitually show a lack of chivalry that's effecting our entire societies integrity, through selfish and indifferent actions.I think it's time for us as a nation to man up, start accepting our social responsibilities, and commit to a mutually symbiotic effort to get our together, before we all wind up manifesting a physical state of""Hell on Earth" through purely selfish actions..The greatest and most important battles, are those we wage quietly with ourselves..Success should be measured by personal happiness and enjoyment of life, which really has nothing to do with a fat wallet. Prejudice convinces poppet's that they are kings, makes enemies out of friends, and destroys nations from within. To not encourage and inspire the growth of others, is perhaps the most Selfish things We can do..
Gallus by Virgil
This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I
Sing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but yet
Such as Lycoris' self may fitly read.
Who would not sing for Gallus? So, when thou
Beneath Sicanian billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin! The love of Gallus be our theme,
And the shrewd pangs he suffered, while, hard by,
The flat-nosed she-goats browse the tender brush.
We sing not to deaf ears; no word of ours
But the woods echo it. What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all unworthy of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying? for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or Parnassus stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe. Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him, outstretched beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus. The sheep too stood around-
Of us they feel no shame, poet divine;
Nor of the flock be thou ashamed: even fair
Adonis by the rivers fed his sheep-
In the StormDark clouds, gangly, looming over
Streets of asphalt, fields of clover
Quarter sized drops of rain
Splatter along the streets once again
People closing all of their doors
Families retire to household chores
Thunder will roll, lightning across the sky will crack
From outside journeys, we all turn back
The darkened clouds do the sky clear of
A bright new rainbow spreading above
Colors stretch both ways for miles
Evolving frowns into newborn smiles.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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