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Hatred. Raw, burning, hatred. People who felt this knew how hard it was to take it, without it rubbing off on them. It creates a pure longing for the shelter of darkness. For people who feel the hatred of family members, despite they're saying that they loved them. It felt like a betrayal. It makes people do things most people would find horrible. But its just people trying to find an escape.
She knew more then most that people who felt hatred just want to rebel and do want they wanted. All she wanted to do was go to parties with friends and leave her house to do as she wished. But she was fifteen and constantly felt the burning hatred of her parents and siblings. She just wanted to cry herself to sleep and never wake up.
She often cut her arms to keep herself from losing her mind. I know what your thinking, poor girl, she should listen to her parent's, what's she thinking, shes disgusting yadda yadda. I know. But hatred can warp a person.
TrustIt is said that the most heavenly wind. It that, which blows between.
A horses ears. I believe it. Any girl who has ridden a horse.
Will believe it. In the mornings. I wake up to the smell of horses.
Still in my nostrils from the dreams. And I can't help but smile.
When you've been around horses. Almost all you're life.
You can't help but think that horses have become apart of you.
As if it was some vital part of you're body. Like you're lungs.
Or you're heart. If you take horses away. You basicilly die.
When you're around horses. You feel as if nothing can stop you.
When you're riding through a jumping course. Or flying.
Through the tree's of a cross country course.
Or exicuting the correct movements of dressage.
You feel the bond with the horse beneath you. Strengthen.
The horse understands what you ask. And does so. Without question.
When you're heading to a competetion. And you're laughing and.
Sharing stories with you're friends. While riding with the horses.
The horses understand
Time Slows"Steady. Whatch for the jump....
Now!" Feeling the powerful animal under you.
Surge with strength as it makes the jump.
The feeling of time slowing as the critical
Moment passes over. No falts.
Turn leap. Four falts.
"That's okay. Come on we can make it"
Soothing the horse under you as it nickers
in frustration. Turn speed up.
"No!" Warning the black being as it heads towards
The wrong jump. It swerves akwardly. But you make the right jump.
The surge of pride as you and you're horse. Leap over the final fence.
Time slows again. Hoping beyond hope. That there won't be any falts.
You clear it. Gently slowing the cantering horse down.
Raising the hand holding the crop up high in victory. As the judge
Announces the time. Hearing you're team mates cheer as the horse rears up.
Patting the gentle giant with pride as you head to the stables.
Brushing the horse down with pride until his coat gleams in the dim light.
Taking pictures with you're mom and friends to remeber the great times.
The Daughter Of God
as the endless, unstoppable
night expands, the ethereal
sons of light takes their seat
in a chancery in empyrean.
the court is in cession, they,
will soon be in a discussion,
perhaps about the earth's
mishaps or triumphs, they
may be there all night, for
as long as the night will be
there. this connotes forever
so near yet so far fro court,
is a islet planet asylum for
the daughter of God, who
gave her an Einstein rosen
bridge so that there would
be a universe between them
thinking and seeing her,
at her wish.
she was loved by her brothers,
though they treated her like a
dove. they thought that she
would only be happy if she
was free, so they said that they
could only love her if she was.
she wouldn't run away.
they would let her go.
tho she was the most
beautifulest of all of
them in the cosmos.
they would cover for
her in the tribunal,
and they would look
forward to seeing her
every time she returned,
with a big smile on her
face as she voiced every
thing that sh
Eraser or Pencil?Haven't you wished
you could erase a choice you regret?
Would you wipe away a mistake
or a person you had met?
Guilt can eat away at the mind
If you erased a certain decision
what answer do you think you would find?
To bring a chance you missed
perhaps it's a pencil you need!
Which moment would you take
in which you might succeed?
Think about what could happen . . .
What events would take place?
Would it lead to your demise
or would you win the race?
Now consider this:
Which would you choose
to be your utensil?
La beauté éternelle
Dans tes yeux, tes larges yeux,
Se cache un mystère parmi eux !
Quand le zéphyr, caresse ton pelage,
On peut voir que tu es dans les nuages.
Quand tu rentre et que tu dors comme un ange,
The Ace vs The King
she is hitting
she is stealing
she is clothed
and she is
two kingdoms are
cards against chess,
Kings against Aces,
she is over the Jack
but under the king,
she doesn't know -
what their Ace will
now the game board
but the enemy isn't.
between saying and
doing there is a notion
and it is followed by
the players must use
their intelligence to
get across the game
the opposing King
and his queen is
protected by pawns
and backed up by
an entourage of
rooks, knights and
but, the hand of their
enemy is in the hand's
of their lord.
the fact that they win
isn't a mystery.
how can you fight a
bird that is flying?
that is what it is like
to try to beat a man's
hand with toys.
no matter what,
A Poem for Madam MacabreI cannot believe what Snuffbomb has done.
He soiled the Seer and ruined the fun.
But even if the voice sounds different to me,
I'll always keep watching your show on YT.
The Seer is the greatest thing on DA.
I really don't know what else to say.
I wish that I could be part o.f your crew,
But I really can't so here's what I'll do.
I'll support the Seer in every which way.
I'll make sure it lives to see one more day.
Korbyn is pretty, and Masky is great.
And no matter what Jeff I'll never hate.
If you like this poem, I'll jump up with glee.
Cause I'll be so happy with you liking me.
I wanna help out, I wanna be friends
And that is how this poem ends
Nothing But WeedsBeing a friend is like being a farmer,
Of that I’m now sure of.
You plant friendship firmly in the ground,
And give it your time, hard work, and love.
Being an experienced planter,
I should have known what to do.
I should have better handled
The way I dealt with you.
The plant grew strong and healthy,
A lush crop was in store.
But after a lapse in judgment,
I appeared a farmer no more.
I knew to let it mature
Would be best in the long run.
But, I made a poor choice,
So it ended before it had begun.
In the hole that I left there is nothing but weeds,
With sharp thorns that prick my skin.
So I walk away from the plot, and try to learn,
From the friend who could have been.
Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magnificent view of the Colorado mountains. She walked back towards her house through the forest. She hurt. Mentally, she felt drained. Like coldness, hurt and rage was all that was left within her. She couldn't take much more. She wished her pride would release her.
So very much...
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