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LostI'm lost... so very lost...
Without guidance I stumble and fall
Tripping over unseen objects
Why am I even here at all?
This maze of life goes on forever
A twisting maze of endless black
Brief corridors bursting with colour
But I always have to go back
Back to the pain and confusion
I've lost my guide and hope
I'm drowning in new seas of tears
WIthout a safety rope
I've met others in these torturous tunnels
But eventually we go our separate ways
Torn apart, screaming and fighting
Ahh how I miss those days
Once I found something extra special
A home I could call my own
It was a trick, a vengeful trap
It has left me all alone
For love is a lie in this pit of blindness
But again and again we fight
Fight for existance, fight for our hearts
Fighting for a warm, loving light
And try as I might, I can't hold on
My light is slipping slowly away
Come back... please come back...
Without it I won't last another day...
Writer's blockTick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Watching the clock with writer's block
None of my ideas work out quite right
At this rate I'll be up all night
Stare blankly ahead at a blank screen
This frustration makes we want to scream
It's killing me, like I'm killing my keyboard
Smashing the keys just cuz' I'm booored
Scribble a few lines, some words or two
Lots of ideas but nothing seems to do!
It's like trying to climb a smooth high wall
Without a rope or grip I'm going to fall
Wake up tomorrow and it's gone, it's gone!
What can I write with the coming of dawn
Clouds so fluffy and perfectly white
With a new day comes new things to write
Razor-winged flutterbiesMy heart filled with joy watching them fly away
A thousand little flutterbies making night of the day
Ten thousand different colours, a mosaic in the sky
A smile splits my face as I wave them goodbye
I thought I knew of flutterbies and how pretty they are
Serene and graceful, everyday flying far
Once they bought joy, now they bring fear
For my thousand little flutterbies broke all I held dear
Yes it's hard to believe this happened but it did
Flutterbies from hell, now of which I am rid
But let's not dwell on things of the past
I shall answer the question you have held fast
How could flutterbies have hurt me this way?
See my little flutterbies weren't normal, I'd say
They were a weapon, a thousand tiny swords
Their wings were razors, they cut down the doors
The doors to my soul, the doors to my heart
They flew and they flew, ripped everything apart
Evil little flutterbies stripped me down to the bone
And left me crying, alone... all alone
But now they are free, they're gone to the skies
BlueBlue is such a wonderful colour
The deepest blue of the ocean
To the light blue of the sky
Always icy, calm and cold
Blue is the colour of your tears
The colour of a mage's healing
Of sapphire the september birthstone
Of rain, life's drumming beat
Blue is orange's best ever friend
It conveys confidence and power,
It brings intelligence and unity
But it's evil side hides sadness
Something blue for love, for trust
Or perhaps for mourning a death
But I don't like and of these blues
No, my favourite blue lies elsewhere
Look in the mirror, please my dear
There you will find my favourite blue
Ever-changing, never anything but perfect
Hiding in your eyes, but there all the same
hey, two yellows. I'm getting better
ok, last arrow, better make it good. Anchor it... twist arm... shoul- "zoe, keep those shoulders low!
'really, who does archery in the rain? I can't even write on the score sheet, it's so wet...' D:
'ok...10, 9, 9, 9, 8, 8. Wewt! 53!!'
"Good shooting, zoe. Just remember those shoulders. Here, try getting the posture right without an arrow."
owwwie this 'good posture' is slightly painful.. Ehh better keep trying...
I'm not gone anymoreI've stopped running
I've stopped crying
I've stopped hurting
I've stopped dying
I've started seeing
I've started feeling
Something other than pain
Know it's not been in vain
Today I found four words
That fixed my broken heart
They helped me finally see
What truly matters
LifeHey you, life! Yea I mean you, evil thing standing over there!
I saw the sun today. I saw the sun, life!
now I laugh at you, life. Laugh in your face,
Because I know how cruel you are.
And i've seen behind the mask you show to the world, life. The world doesn't know you lie.
Your real face is a beautiful thing, did you know?
So so beautiful.... Why do you hide it, life?
Why do you hide away from your wonderful self?
I've often asked myself questions about you, life. Lots and lots of questions.
"Why is living such a task? Why can't people just get along with you, life?"
And I've asked questions about your bother. Remember your brother; death?
"Why do we die? Does dying hurt? Is there life after death?"
But I guess with your mask on, you can't answer these questions.
But that's alright, I don't need answers now, life.
For I have found a way to get along with the person you pretend to be.
This way isn't perfect, and definitely not painless.
But it is worth it
MusicThe music of life is a wonderful sound
Bird song and laughter chime all around
Listen to the rain, the drumming beat
Ever-changing and never ever admitting defeat
Ocean waves crash onto the shore
Whirring of machines behind every door
Even silent hunters add to the tune
Stars call and intice us out pass the moon
Hear the babble, a raucous melody
Open your ears and this song shall be
A wonderous sound of all that is one
Until the time of our universe is done
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