Here I Stand Besides you
Don't bạn Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
bạn filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
bạn MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things bạn Make

bạn hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

bạn Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with bạn Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In tình yêu With bạn

This is how it was meant
to be, I assume.


bạn and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.


Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.


I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.


bạn and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.


That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though bạn let me not.
bạn won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
bạn won't let me
feel the sadness.


I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want bạn to be
touched bởi the breeze
I'm sending,
so bạn could feel me,
so bạn could feel me.


bạn and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
bởi the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.

The Yule Forest



A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the động vật burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps

High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian

A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed chuột meets it's fate

Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule

true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
yet when bạn catch them bạn feel like bạn can fly...
bạn trust them,
tình yêu them,
and talk of future...
bạn know that they will never lie...
and tiếp theo to them bạn stand side bởi side...
bạn tình yêu them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when bạn know your important...
that bạn know bạn have some one to comfort you...
bạn hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

One night I dreamed I was wlking along the bờ biển, bãi biển with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow hoặc defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I đã đưa ý kiến to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, bạn would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed bạn most, bạn have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when bạn have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.


I hope bạn guys liked this poem bởi Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)

-Maiza

your mood is like a thunderstorm,
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction bạn cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for bạn to loose this fight,
bạn deserve much thêm after the fragile tim, trái tim i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded bởi the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as bạn fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside bạn are dead,
bạn have held the anger inside,
the tornados coming we need to hide,
your rage breaks out from under,
like the rubble of the thunder,
it carries on through the night,
this lightning keeps flashing so bright,
through the flash i see bạn are crying,
the một giây flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
hoặc is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
bạn stayed alive despite the pain,
but i fear the loss out-weighted the gain.

I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations hoặc my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical được ưa chuộng girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I tình yêu to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I tình yêu that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.

ALONE

From childhood's giờ I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same nguồn I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My tim, trái tim to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, hoặc the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the đám mây that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.