

Nanagive up your shields, give up your strengthNana
your mother, nana and friend deserves the truefullness of your tears,
let them flow with happy memories
not mourning over her death,
value the life she had, and the new one she now lives in your memories.
her strength and determination
is a lesson to us all.
her eagerness to be a part of her growing family is something we have all experienced, her love felt in every memory we share of her.
today your heart may be hurting, savour her life with everyones stories,
but dont prolong your grief, &nbs


Do you remeber?My parents were disappointed in me,Do you remeber?
I had cut again, when I promised I wouldnt,
This time it was worse, This time I had to get stitches to stop it bleeding and infecting. You were the one taking me to the doctor, Holding my hands while the nurses judged, You didnt let them get away with it, You still made me smile.
Home was a dark hole that morning, I had to confess my doings
I knew my parents could not miss the big bandage around my wrist So I just had to come out and say it. They were not happy,
Felt like they failed me. Why did they m


desire with no meaningSongs without lyrics have no meaning, Just the beat to keep the body moving, Roads have no worth without cars, But waste of tar polluting natures craft. Without desire I am just like the road and song Useless to lifes game Yet with desire I crave more Things that I cannot have,desire with no meaning
Yet want with so much passion That leaves me alone, Naked in my bed
No one to comfort Not even the material of my pillow.
Walking along the street, There are lovers holding hands, Children grasping at their parents protection, Men and women rushing every


UnseenShe sleeps now Bled herself to sleep Her cries are soothed And he comes from behind Out of nowhere His hands on her hips Holding her Protecting her Keeping her in this world Lips on her shoulder Showing that he cares A smile in her sleep No more tears Until the wake When demons of the night Vanquish Brushed off and turned to ash But mares of day Wake with her She steps out of bed Tiptoeing about the blood On the floor And the knives Bloodstained knives Wielded by her own hand Controlled by the mUnseen


The Masks We WearWe wear the masks of life, The masks we see fit for a circumstance. The masks we wear reflect only what we want them to see- But inside they cannot see who we truly are. Our masks cover up our real emotions- Our pain, sorrow, sadness, anger, frustration- All are replaced when we adorn our new mask.The Masks We Wear
We protect ourselves through these masks- They see happiness instead of sorrow, Or joy instead of pain. But deep inside, We all know, These masks are but a game.
We wear the masks to hide our longing,
Our agony and fear, And on these masks we se


BlowfliesThe procession made its way through the trees, The suitor pauses to still the breeze. Lunar butterflies float in paths to light the way, A gentle swarm of blowflies sent to hold off the decay.Blowflies
Whispering secrets for her keeper to hide, Their truths diffused by the watery night. Death has made her his eternal bride, The silkworms weave their magic to make her a beautiful sight.
Soft, with everlasting peace, She rests her head on the heart of the beast. Her hair like satin and skin as bright as angel dust. Lying on a blanket of cemetery moss.
The youthf


Your Life is Your DecisionYou control your life You choose your path You make the final decision In everything you do Everyday you feel helpless You cannot control the people around you But you can control yourself You alone can change your outlook on life Your decisions They are your own You are in control of what you say and do No matter what happens You can choose what your reaction will be You are in control of every decision you make No matter what they say Every move is your choice You are playing a one person chess game You move one pieceYour Life is Your Decision
And you can hav
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Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
~T. S. Eliot~
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