What Could I BringWhat Could I Bring?What Could I Bring
What could I bring and place at Your feet To measure up to the gifts You have seen? I have no perfume, so fragrant and sweet, No song to sing in a voice so pristine.
What work of my soiled hands could stand, Before the God who created the roaring sun And the fragile snowflake, in just a command? At the mere sight, my works are undone.
All that I have is this heart so abject, Too broken, I fear, and worn over time To lay at the feet of a King so perfect; Could You accept this offering of mine?
The widow gave You her coi
Naught But A WhisperYears from now I wonder, what will have becomeNaught But A Whisper
Of this day, of these fears, this moment so near.
These thoughts now so pressing will dwindle away,
And fade with the sun at the end of the day.
These faces so clear will blur all together,
And names will one day no more be remembered.
The colors will fade and the edges will dull,
Naught but a whisper of this day soon gone.
Through the GraveyardI walk through a graveyard filled with tombstones,Through the Graveyard
Each one inscribed with a dream of my own,
All placed to guard a deep earth-filled pit,
And serve to remind of long-lost hopes.
I place a rose near those still held dear,
While others are passed without remorse;
Occasionally a tear will still fall,
For the grief I felt upon the loss,
Remains near as a wearied specter,
Unwilling still to relinquish my heart.
Day and Night Darkness and Light fell in love with each other, But it was merely platonic. Why? I'll explain: They were Day and Night, couldn't stand one another, Cursed to be repelled as fire and rain.Day and Night
Day chased Night and Night sought Day. Alas, they couldn't get closer than before. In sorrow were they drowning, trying to find a way. Left forgotten, Time would become sore.
A pratical solution was had solely by a wizard, "I will change your shape to ease your plight, Day will be a moon and in shadows will seat Night."
And
In times of WarIn times of warIn times of War
In times of war there is no mercy In times of war there is no shame In times of war there is no pity In times of war there is no blame.
The taste of blood is sweet indeed When the first one falls. As he is dying at your feet, You think it’s Destiny that calls.
First there is the killing Then comes Victory so sweet If You want to win this war You ought to make ‘em bleed.
But what’s a corpse or two ? They’ve got plenty still ! If you want to be a WarHero You got to make your kill.
You talked of
A Period of BeginningA Period of Beginning:A Period of Beginning
In the stormy evenings of winter’s end As her cold conceited words drowned the sky When she was at her worst, the Rain, my friend Spoke selfish chill and let our friendship die. Clouds, the subordinate tools of her reign Could not stop her spite; now she drowns the Sun. But her stubborn efforts are still in vain For Hope will reverse what her Pride has done. Below me, the tremor of Nature’s rise Signals a period of beginning. Inevitable now is her demise Though weakened since our friendship was thinning. Now I shine brighter than I had
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I'm sorry my mind is currently not here is u want to reach me please check in the following places:
1) with Sasuke Uchiha[link]
2)reading poetry
or
3)
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"hell is other people"
-Sartre
"each man is his own hell"
-Tar
"All in all, it's pretty much hell all the way, no matter how you slice the cake."
-Adrian Daniels
Join the revolution ! [link]
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~anti hero~
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to end; it's about learning to dance in the rain" -Anonymous
=RawEm0tion
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It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
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