I've had a request for poetry ^_^. So here comes about 5 , and i'll put this thing I randomly wrote on my other journal thingy.
Poison Sleep
Wake me up from My dream I'm stuck inside and I can't find the way out. Deeper and deeper I slip through the cracks Grab my hand and pull me to safety Please...
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The sun set onto a deserted land, and the sky bled. No one saw the pain that that was blowing through the air. Nor did they hear the silent scream of the boy that fell and didn't land. I trudged through the mud trying to reach the end, but it only got me stuck. And when the light was gone all was lost, and cold set in.
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MONEY = NOTHING + SOMETHING just try and tell me one thing you can buy after life. But then tell me how can you live without it, can you? I doubt it. I'll stand at the top of a building and shout it. You're not me, and I'm not you So, fuck off, go away don't come back another day. (sorry for the ef bomb)
Guess
As bright as the sun, as dark as night, Always keeping in the fight But never throwing a punch. Swift as a cheetah, and sly like a fox. Using keys to doors with locks But never getting in. The voice of an angel, eyes like a God. And every word never seeming any bit odd. But still never perfect. Always is listening to hear what is said But never understands.
Really old and Untitled
D emons die by my sword.
A bsolute silence falls when I walk through.
R are crystals hang like chandeliers in my house.
K indness is not in my nature, but
N egotiation is.
E mpathy is my gift and my curse.
S ilver is the hair that hangs by my face.
a S oul dwells in me but not all of my kind.
I llness never strikes me.
S ummer is never my season.
M idnight is my finest hour.
Y oung is my body but aged is my mind.
D ay light burns my skin,
A nd I have suffered much.
Y et I will live on forever.
And here's the little ramble thing. I really have no idea what inspired me to write this.
What is it we call this world? Earth? Home?
People say that home is where the heart is. Your heart is in your chest, your body. So are they saying that your body is your home?
One day this "earth" will no longer exist, and more than likely, neither will the human race. But, depending on what you believe in, your soul lives on. The being of you is still somewhere, whether in heaven, an alternate demention, or just floating around somewhere.
Some think that when you die you just cease to be, that your body is buried in the ground and that's all.
I cannot bring myself to believe that. I cannot/ will not believe that we were created just to live a life that is to end up nothing when it's over.
Our minds were not created to be able to understand the full reason or meaning of death and/or what comes after it.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Okay, that's all for now. As soon as I figure out how to put pictures on here (slightly computer illiterate) then I'll be happy to do so.
Love & Peace, Katey
Poison Sleep
Wake me up from My dream I'm stuck inside and I can't find the way out. Deeper and deeper I slip through the cracks Grab my hand and pull me to safety Please...
Untitled
The sun set onto a deserted land, and the sky bled. No one saw the pain that that was blowing through the air. Nor did they hear the silent scream of the boy that fell and didn't land. I trudged through the mud trying to reach the end, but it only got me stuck. And when the light was gone all was lost, and cold set in.
Untitled (also)
MONEY = NOTHING + SOMETHING just try and tell me one thing you can buy after life. But then tell me how can you live without it, can you? I doubt it. I'll stand at the top of a building and shout it. You're not me, and I'm not you So, fuck off, go away don't come back another day. (sorry for the ef bomb)
Guess
As bright as the sun, as dark as night, Always keeping in the fight But never throwing a punch. Swift as a cheetah, and sly like a fox. Using keys to doors with locks But never getting in. The voice of an angel, eyes like a God. And every word never seeming any bit odd. But still never perfect. Always is listening to hear what is said But never understands.
Really old and Untitled
D emons die by my sword.
A bsolute silence falls when I walk through.
R are crystals hang like chandeliers in my house.
K indness is not in my nature, but
N egotiation is.
E mpathy is my gift and my curse.
S ilver is the hair that hangs by my face.
a S oul dwells in me but not all of my kind.
I llness never strikes me.
S ummer is never my season.
M idnight is my finest hour.
Y oung is my body but aged is my mind.
D ay light burns my skin,
A nd I have suffered much.
Y et I will live on forever.
And here's the little ramble thing. I really have no idea what inspired me to write this.
What is it we call this world? Earth? Home?
People say that home is where the heart is. Your heart is in your chest, your body. So are they saying that your body is your home?
One day this "earth" will no longer exist, and more than likely, neither will the human race. But, depending on what you believe in, your soul lives on. The being of you is still somewhere, whether in heaven, an alternate demention, or just floating around somewhere.
Some think that when you die you just cease to be, that your body is buried in the ground and that's all.
I cannot bring myself to believe that. I cannot/ will not believe that we were created just to live a life that is to end up nothing when it's over.
Our minds were not created to be able to understand the full reason or meaning of death and/or what comes after it.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Okay, that's all for now. As soon as I figure out how to put pictures on here (slightly computer illiterate) then I'll be happy to do so.
Love & Peace, Katey
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