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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.
Ivory TowerStay In Your Ivory Tower,
I hope You Get A Good View,
As Plentiful Orchards Sour,
And Wither Beneath You.
Keep Your Head Above The Clouds,
To Hear The Angels Sing On High,
The Peasents Mass In Crowds,
To Listen To You Die.
Tug On Silky Threads,
Plead For Another Cord,
Pity Is Not Reserved For One Who Begs,
They Instead - The Sword.
The Walls That Once Stood Strong,
Decay As You Are Thwart,
One Brick; For Every Wrong,
Is Taken From Your Fort.
Both Feet On Even Ground,
Sword Now In It's Sheath,
No Longer An Angelic Sound,
No Love, No Joy , No Grief.
Growing UpWe’ve grown up all to fast
Everything so different now
Than back in the good ole days
I miss all the old past memories
Back when we were children running free
Without a care in our little hearts
We’d stay up late and talk and laugh
Sharing all our simple secrets
In the early morning light we’d finally drift to sleep
High school heartaches our biggest problem
Slowly nearing our goodbyes
How about we go back and never grow up
We were never going to change
We were always going to be that way
Immature and irresponsible
Screaming Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears
Late night walks down our hometown streets
We were always the best of friends.
Now we barely talk
Hardly ever see your face
I sure miss the good ole days
All things have to change I guess
Eventually we do all grow up.
Phoenix In The BlazeA Vigorous Phoenix, chained, longing to be free
Bleeding, Screaming, "How can't you see my pain? Why can't you let me be?"
"Why are you blind to my agony? Why don't you break the cage?"
"Very well, then, leave me, but beware...."
"For one day, so soon, you shall see my rage!!"
Soon the phoenix made a scream, a roar to rebel
The binding chains shattered, and she broke from her shell
but what the heck is the use of freedom if the phoenix was...
so foolish and stupid enough to fly into hell!!
The Phoenix dashes, and against the walls of fire crashes
The stupid phoenix is set ablaze and turns into ashes
but, oh, my bad, i forgot what a phoenix was
for a few moments later she was reborn from the ashes
and again it soars and again it dashes
Now i can't help but wonder my -so called- country what did you release into the blaze??
was it a mighty phoenix like mine that was released or was it a mere bird from the graze??
Johnny and friends-a poemLet me tell you about Johnny
A guy who reviews and plays
But we cannot leave out his friends
Like Clement who rules with the Eggman and his empire
And Ted who has turned into a bidoof
And Ryan who founded BrainScratchComms.
Matt who is the troll but great friends with Johnny
Elliot who is the brother of Johnny and failed Super Mario Bros.
Mark who almost is never there
Nate who was cursed by the evil doll
And Johnny the cartoonist is also the reviewer
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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