tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60587275474360790192024-03-05T00:19:12.017-05:00Remaining ForeverLosing something is hard. Losing something twice is worse. What would you do for one more chance, one more day, one more kiss?Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-88450565693997039982010-12-10T11:23:00.007-05:002010-12-10T12:12:15.653-05:00Back and Forth Violet and Lilac*The Winter cold is cold and dreary<br />Sleep making my bones feel old and weary<br />Memories that consume my soul<br />Some of them new most of them old<br /><br />My boots are worn, my socks are thin<br />Four layers of clothes and the cold still gets in<br />Since when have I been so deprived, I don't understand<br />Living off of borrowed things from boys wanting my hand<br /><br />I borrow and beg for some sort of foundation<br />Some peace of mind from this cold damnation<br />One dollar just to get me by, anything you can spare<br />What am I saying? Does anyone care?<br /><br />Solemnly walking I see some people stare<br />Acting as if the neglected aren't there<br />Whispers behind hands reach my ears<br />What have they made me in all these years?*<br /><br />*Nobody here, alone in this world<br />We try to get by, but no one knows.<br />A look at our young faces<br />Wondering if our parents forsake us.<br /><br />Our bodies are young, but our souls are old<br />So many lives we lived so bold.<br />Riches and treasure, warm houses of pleasure<br />Destroyed one winter night, fire consumed the whole.<br /><br />Lacking necessities of food and gas,<br />We're terribly sorry for our pasts<br />People once there that we have lost<br />Bringing them back has its costs.<br /><br />As do all things in life, we have no strength left<br />Resorting to begging, is this our fate?<br />Once living life with riches inherited<br />Were we selfish? Or has life just changed.*<br /><br />**Out in the cold, shivering closer to death<br />Whispers telling me to save my last beath<br />I've gone, yet again, from riches to rags<br />Desperatly searching for the stability I had<br /><br />This cycle of life is taking it's toll<br />Diseased not my body but the core of my soul<br />All the things I've already discovered<br />Still waiting for more memories to be recovered<br /><br />The things I've borrowed and the things I owe<br />Piling high leaving little left for me to grow<br />Every cell in my body itching to run away<br />But my limited options forcing me to stay**<br /><br />**To provide for them is my only wish<br />To save them once with the touch of my kiss<br />If I could get by with what we had<br />Perhaps they would always take my hand.<br /><br />With scolding looks for having a lap top<br />And begging for a little cash<br />This is not the life I had planned,<br />I should have the wealth to match<br /><br />Our souls are accustomed to having more<br />Our riches turned to rags, who thought we'd be poor?<br />With sorrow in our hearts, and pain in our eyes<br />Why do others, who share the same fate, despise?**<br /><br />***If giving were a matter of life and death<br />What would one give for another breath<br />The light of life will eventually die<br />If you can aid someone in trouble, why do you lie?<br /><br />For being young and new to this life<br />I get looked down upon for not being a wife<br />For not having enough to support my own<br />For not knowing what other's have known<br /><br />Forgive me if I seem slightly out of place<br />This visage that you see was not my first face<br />The thoughts and the soul of all that makes me<br />Is not everything that I'm going to be***Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-48542355291076879682010-10-25T11:44:00.003-04:002010-10-25T11:55:33.364-04:00Mood RingMy mood is ever changing<br />My mood ring proves that so<br />One minute it's deep sea, calming blue<br />The next; an amber glow<br /><br />Sometimes it changes to lime green<br />Other times it's dead and black<br />Once it goes so far, so cold<br />It's hard to bring it back<br /><br />It's just a mood ring, most people say<br />And yet it changes with the time<br />Who says the temperture causes it's bipolar<br />After all, the mood ring is mine<br /><br />Perhaps instead it is a soul ring<br />Reading different aspects of my past<br />Searching for the answers of this crazy life<br />Long before my sanity crashed<br /><br />I'm not just one person<br />So my mood ring can't decide<br />Whether I am living or dead<br />Or who's soul lies insideJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-76222603854186664292010-05-05T00:07:00.002-04:002010-05-05T04:56:14.435-04:00The Dead CastleThere’s no one left here but me<br />In the ruins of a castle by the sea<br />Once upon a time the walls stood tall<br />The strongest fortress of them all<br />A place that I once belonged<br />For people broken and people wronged<br />Where fireworks of colored sunsets painted the dark night sky<br />And broken hearts could once again learn to fly<br />Evil seemed so far away<br />Night was as bright as day<br />The castle once so full of mirth<br />Now lies in rubble, ash and dirt<br />In the torn fabric of a stained fine gown<br />I wander the streets of an empty town<br />Smoke of fires colored walls red<br />Everyone here, even me, is dead<br />Shadows dance in candles flame<br />Colors of red and black, dark and pain<br />Night after night, wave after wave<br />The ocean washes the memories away<br />Nothing but the sands of time<br />Could have brought down the home I once called mine<br />The longer I stay, the more it disappears<br />Washing away the last moments of blood and tears<br />I’ve got no where left to run<br />What is life without a sun?<br />I can’t stay here if I’m dead and gone<br />This world in which I no longer belong<br />Forget this place; well I’ve tried<br />But my life was here; my heart, my pride<br />I wanted to go down with the ship<br />But I survived when the castle was hit<br />I wander these streets alone<br />With the ghosts of those I called my own<br />The past ignores me, my future is dark<br />All I can say now is “We’re worlds apart”<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NpDsfg1l4TeGH7x6ZKQHSeIVGvd2k9aO-NQFh99snh6XhPLx8gM6VNj2_2iWmKmSCCRiclpiZz0j0vmoYSZDTEWmepoxvs_KsYaQP3PG_2s4sWM35TycVv4TFma3Pujtgv-HdgKOl6on/s1600/Eternity_wallpapers_5511_1024x768%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467706814801315042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NpDsfg1l4TeGH7x6ZKQHSeIVGvd2k9aO-NQFh99snh6XhPLx8gM6VNj2_2iWmKmSCCRiclpiZz0j0vmoYSZDTEWmepoxvs_KsYaQP3PG_2s4sWM35TycVv4TFma3Pujtgv-HdgKOl6on/s400/Eternity_wallpapers_5511_1024x768%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" /></a>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-35107940012611487512009-03-21T19:58:00.002-04:002009-03-21T20:20:27.094-04:00Cat Eyes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXSGyoCRpW2JMiEl6QJR8Z7HoLKYMLcZvD6sgMdKy36GgpNhAuJJo0l_1IeRfZGJTbca0f8O1teUN-CSboSy1pobwFFvFI5NZkdY8tB3sCdyQb0L8M37hHAEOYA28egbKZO8M3wNWkZ7D/s1600-h/untitledgd.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315800098041200722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXSGyoCRpW2JMiEl6QJR8Z7HoLKYMLcZvD6sgMdKy36GgpNhAuJJo0l_1IeRfZGJTbca0f8O1teUN-CSboSy1pobwFFvFI5NZkdY8tB3sCdyQb0L8M37hHAEOYA28egbKZO8M3wNWkZ7D/s400/untitledgd.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Cat Eyes<br /><br />Unreal, unspoken words<br />Seem to twist the fragments<br />Of your face<br />Turning<br />Your Words<br />Your memory<br />Our love<br />Into something false<br /><br />Into illusions, abstracts<br />Fading away forever<br />I don’t know you<br />I never did<br />You broke me down<br />You stole all I had<br />And kept everything I gave<br /><br />None of it happened<br />I look back with<br />Only knowledge<br />That you were there<br />That we were in love<br />But I do not feel<br />Feel that it was ever there<br /><br />I was left<br />With nothing<br />Left to die<br />I have forgotten<br />It was all a lie<br />Now I stand<br />Only able to see<br />What is now mine<br /><br />Flashing lights<br />Colors bright<br />You were nothing<br />Compared to this<br />These lights<br />These sounds<br />These sights<br />These smells<br /><br />They caress my soul<br />Wings beating<br />My heart racing alive<br />Clearer is my focus<br />My view<br /><br />I can’t see<br />What I once saw in you<br />You’re violent<br />And cold<br />You are not<br />Who you once were<br /><br />The last fragment<br />Of my love for you<br />Felt guilty<br />Felt bad<br />And broke beyond repair<br />No longer recognizable<br />You were right<br />Too much has changed<br /><br />It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wasn</span>’t me at first<br />Not that I could see<br />But I did<br />Yet now it’s you<br />Who is bitter<br />Cold and harsh<br />Careless and cruel<br /><br />You said you were sorry<br />You even cried<br />But your love<br />Your words<br />They were lies<br /><br />I remember<br />What you did<br />How could I forget?<br />I still fell for you again<br />Not this time<br />Never again<br /><br />Now you lie<br />You cover your tracks<br />My name<br />Suddenly appearing<br />On your friends lips<br />People I don’t even know<br />But who know me<br />Know everything<br />Know the lies<br />The embellishment<br />God forbid they know the truth<br /><br />They talk to me<br />I pretend not to know you<br />They are confused<br />I don’t care<br />I am not the same<br />Because of you<br /><br />You said that<br />You wanted to forget<br />So I moved on<br />I left you be<br />Why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn</span>’t it seem<br />Like you will<br />Leave me be<br /><br />Why do they speak<br />Your name<br />My nightmares<br />They repeat them back to me<br />With your lies<br />I don’t want<br />To remember the truth<br />Or to know it<br /><br />I was forgetting<br />I wish those lies were true<br />But they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aren</span>’t<br />And it makes me sorry<br />For more than me<br />But for you too<br /><br />I have found<br />What I thought was lost<br />In a different shape<br />A different form<br />Only there is room for more<br />More things to live for, to love<br />Things I once thought<br />I never deserved<br />But after you<br />I came to realize that I did<br />Deserve this second chance<br />At love, at life<br /><br />And you deserve<br />To hear the rumors<br />In you head<br />Never-ending, never silent<br />Deserve to feel<br />The pain I held<br />The hatred and fear<br />The broken love,<br />Fragmented memories<br />The shattered heart<br /><br />To feel the walls<br />Closing in<br />The betrayal, the caution<br />You deserve to<br />Feel ripped apart<br />To relive the nightmare<br />That I kept inside<br />For more than a year<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tilla</span>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-82673769671566412122009-03-17T13:07:00.001-04:002009-03-17T13:07:01.073-04:00Change of Heart<a href="http://www.challengingdestiny.co.uk/Index/Images/Lightning-Striking-Tree--C10291635.jpeg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.challengingdestiny.co.uk/Index/Images/Lightning-Striking-Tree--C10291635.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br />Change of Heart<br /><br />The Tree<br />As it stands<br />Once tall and lush<br />Green and proud<br />Now barely alive<br />Branches broken<br />Struck by lightning<br />The leaves half fallen<br />It hangs its head<br />Toward the ground<br />Ready to sleep forever<br />Tired and hollow<br />Harsh winds of memories<br />Attempt to knock it down<br />After forever standing through the rain<br />Its roots, strong and pure<br />Never give up<br />Deeply embedded beneath<br />The storm, and mud, and bugs<br />Cling with such a force<br />To make the tree shelter it<br />To save it, feed it<br />The sun tries to revive<br />The leaves change and grow<br />Only the side struck stays<br />Forever burnt, ever fading, always there<br />Half alive, half dead<br />Half good, half evil<br />Half light, half dark<br />Half and Half<br />The change of heartJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-16596361793717933042009-03-16T13:03:00.000-04:002009-03-16T13:03:00.875-04:00Lilac's RevengeJanuary 27 2009<br /><br />Just because of silence<br />Because I couldn’t take you more<br />You forced me back into your life<br />It was much you wouldn’t ignore<br /><br />So what, I didn’t say<br />Much the last few days<br />Did it perhaps occur to you?<br />That I wanted to break from you away?<br /><br />But no, now I’m problematic<br />A plague in my family’s eyes<br />You intentionally infected me<br />With your outlandish lies<br /><br />What the hell is wrong with you?<br />How did you ever have the heart?<br />When you knew nothing was going on<br />How could you this start?<br /><br />Did you think this through, my friend?<br />You should have known me<br />By now you’d think you’d have gotten it<br />But instead forever lost you’ll be<br /><br />I’ll go down and work it out<br />The responsibility now mine<br />Your selfish actions will catch up<br />To you, my friend, in time<br /><br />Remember, friend, you started this<br />This inexcusable offense<br />Too soon I’ll have you realize<br />That bliss comes from ignorance<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 638px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 702px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.elfwood.com/fanq/c/a/catgirlkari2/cloaked_schemer.jpg" border="0" />Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-67773859725710459642009-03-16T12:58:00.000-04:002009-03-16T12:58:00.629-04:00Tribute to Lilac<div>Dedicated to Lilac A. Black<br /><br />12/08<br /><br />Small enough and feathery<br />Purple faded blue<br />Never did I ever expect<br />the association I would have with you<br /><br />Tiny little flowers<br />Symbols of destiny and fate<br />Little did I know<br />Your name I’d come to hate<br /><br />Never should I resent you<br />For you stayed until the end<br />you, the lovely lilac<br />The only who’d stayed my friend<br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2433292693_f4f82ce2bf_o.png" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-44728458048693762462009-03-15T12:57:00.001-04:002009-03-15T12:57:01.283-04:00An Anger MemorialAn Anger Memorial<br /><br />February 4 2009<br /><br />Good friends we were<br />Secrets we told<br />Our pasts we spilled<br />Our hearts we sold<br /><br />Things we’d done<br />We did admit<br />The open book<br />Each one’s mistake to submit<br /><br />We opened up <br />Said things we’d regret<br />Told of events<br />We’d rather forget<br /><br />Few months and a day<br />Things fell apart<br />And all that was left<br />Was what made it start<br /><br />How dare one take<br />The other’s wrong turn<br />And use it to hurt them<br />What good will it earn?<br /><br />When each knows the other<br />Our secrets of past<br />Why use it against us<br />Your triumph won’t last<br /><br />With each slip of the tongue<br />You should watch what you say<br />I know as much about you<br />It’s best to walk away<br /><br />TillaJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-17688594792210654772009-03-15T12:57:00.000-04:002009-03-15T12:57:00.977-04:00Be Told SomedayBe Told Someday<br /><br />February 4 2009<br /><br />I wait for you <br />Everyday<br />We talk and joke<br />For a short way<br />Sometimes we stand<br />And talk away<br />Other days we <br />Don’t wait and stay<br />Each time I turn<br />And walk away<br />It saddens me<br />Each word we say<br />The past repeating<br />In darkness day<br />When you and I<br />Friends we made<br />A rift grew<br />And drew us away<br />Time separated us<br />Day by day<br />All this I see<br />When everyday<br />I wait for youJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-6098537097352472172009-03-14T12:55:00.000-04:002009-03-14T12:55:00.117-04:00It is Silent- It is silent<br /><br />It is silent<br />No noise fills the air<br />No sound can be heard<br /><br />It is silent<br />No one laughs<br />No one can cry<br /><br />It is silent<br />Silent as night<br />As the dead<br /><br />The earth is silent<br />Everyone has frozen<br />Everything is still<br /><br />Shh<br />Listen<br />It is silent<br /><br />TillaJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-1121049665980108632009-03-14T12:51:00.002-04:002009-03-03T12:54:52.861-05:00Immortal ThoughtsJanuary 8, 2009<br /><br />The day is cursed<br />Souls run dry<br />It flies so fast<br />We don’t want to die<br /><br />With immortal minds<br />But human throughout<br />We fear the one thing<br />Leaving all in doubt<br /><br />As the wheels turn<br />At the moon of the last<br />I’ll walk toward possible fate<br />In the place of my past<br /><br />Only minor distractions <br />Will catch my eye<br />The minor changes<br />Before I die<br /><br /><br />This one is mine.<br /><br />I don't know if you may have noticed, but Lilac, Echo and I do all write a lot. In fact, I typed up 65 poems yesterday. The only reason I post more of Lilac and some of Echo's and not as much as mine is because they don't care and mine are somewhat personal sometimes. I'm sure you know how that goes.<br /><br />TillaJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-79586389540621042952009-03-14T12:49:00.000-04:002009-03-14T12:49:04.316-04:00Angry LilacFebruary 12 2009 <br /><br />What would you do if you knew you were full of shit?<br />Every word out of your mouth is a lie?<br />Don’t think that I’m naïve enough to believe<br />All the shit I’ve kept inside<br /><br />You sin like every one of us<br />And yet you assume the possible worst<br />In all humans, in every being<br />You use their past like a curse<br /><br />But honey you’ve met your match<br />I’m as stubborn as you are<br />There ain’t no turning back the fight tonight<br />This time you’ve gone too far<br /><br />Turn off your lights<br />Lay down your head for sleep<br />While wide awake for hours adrenaline rushing<br />Anger pulsing, your actions, words, away from me sleep they keep.<br /><br /><br /><br />Of course, Echo writes a nice poem about how you should feel bad for Lilac and Lilac writes one about how much Echo annoys her. Actually, I think the poem was during a fight between all of us. I'm sure you know how stubborn Lilac can be when it comes to arguing and fighting. She is very proud.Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-78531640063292284952009-03-13T12:47:00.000-04:002009-03-13T12:47:00.711-04:00Lilac UntitledJanuary 19 2008<br /><br />Icy words of anger <br />Burn the page<br />As the pen’s fiery ink<br />Stains the lines red<br /><br /><br />The bleeding heart<br />Turns blue with cold<br />The unseen soul of love and trust<br />Suddenly rusted and forgotten<br /><br />[One voice that must be heard/<br />The heart no one can see/<br />Had one been there/<br />Maybe everything would have been saved]<br /><br />Silently waiting with patience<br />Feeling stuck and lost<br />Within a darkened memory<br />Frustration suppresses fear<br /><br />Waiting for what, a sign<br />A cry of a bird, the light of the moon<br />Silent companions for the waiting<br />Who stand forever hopeful<br /><br />A sound of thunder<br />In the distance full of fear<br />An unseen forgotten threat<br />Fills one’s empty heart with dread<br /><br />A thing so easy to predict<br />Something one could ignore<br />Or forget, a heart holds tight<br />And memories fade<br /><br />The lights flicker out <br />Poison rains from the sky<br />Melting words from printed pages<br />And forever hardening hearts<br /><br /><br />Lilac<br />Lilac did cross out somethings but I added them in brackets anyway.Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-58343064383698253072009-03-13T12:45:00.000-04:002009-03-13T12:45:00.138-04:00Lilac's Fork in the RoadFebruary 18 2009<br /><br />I watch her wander day by day<br />But there is nothing I can say<br />To bring her back to common sense<br />To help her feel a lot less tense<br />She doesn’t know which road to take<br />A new mask she has yet to make<br />She’s not sure she wants to pursue<br />A feeling she’s not sure is true<br />She blankly stares ahead<br />Somewhat wishing she were dead<br />Not wanting to hurt them anymore<br />Yet she can’t seem to shut the door<br />Tied she is to her past<br />Denying that it was the last<br />She would ever see her friends<br />Ignorant to how this ends<br /><br />I watch her struggle to display<br />The person she wants to portray<br />But I fear it’s not what she meant<br />Her cover is frayed and now bent<br />She is aware there is much at stake<br />Yet her true identity she still does fake<br />I fear there is nothing we can do<br />As she lets the emotions brew<br />If she would follow this instead<br />She would let her heart control her head<br />This was more than she was asking for<br />She feels that she can’t have either or<br />I didn’t see it hit her so fast<br />The arrow from the bow cast<br />Straight to her heart before it mends<br />Slowly I watch as her composure bends<br /><br /><br />This I know for sure is Echo. About Lilac. What did I tell you? She is easy to write about. When you are writing about someone, pick someone who has an overwhelming amount of mystery surrounding them. That way, you never run out of things to add.<br />I am still surprised the bird wrote about Lilac...they are pretty much at each other's throats. Of course, Echo is the sentimental one, who is very forgiving and openminded. Most of the time...Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-6045354866840242372009-03-12T12:43:00.000-04:002009-03-12T12:43:00.141-04:00Free From HeartJune 18 2008<br /><br />Free From Heart<br /><br />Slowly awakening <br />Free from fog and mist<br />Away from clawed hands<br />Of a past that does not exist<br /><br />A swirl of colors <br />Vivid, bright, and bold<br />Vanishing like smoke are<br />Memories dead and cold<br /><br />Alive again at last!<br />No longer living a lie<br />An empty hollow shell<br />No longer needing to cry<br /><br /><br /><br />Huh...I believe this is a Lilac poem...scary thing is it sounds like Echo. It might be Echo...there was no name...and it was in a general area of the house where they both go. I shall ask later...Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-25738199238908416572009-03-12T12:41:00.000-04:002009-03-12T12:41:00.430-04:00Listen, I sayJanuary 27 2008<br /><br />I want to close my door<br />To turn the knob and lock it<br />I want to shut the world out<br />To find some peace and quiet<br /><br />I want to turn out all the lights<br />To sit upon the floor<br />I want all of you to go way<br />To stop knocking at the door<br /><br />I do not care if you are sorry<br />If you say that you just care<br />I do not believe you anyway<br />Believe that you weren’t there<br /><br />I know that you betrayed me<br />That you covered up your lie<br />I know that you are the one<br />That wanted too much to die<br /><br />I do not have a problem<br />Unless you count one as you<br />I no longer care about<br />Anything you say or do<br /><br />So leave me be I say!<br />Don’t you understand, go away!<br /><br /><br />Ah, Lilac wrote this when she shut herself in her room for three days after Echo said something. I don't remember what it was, I do, however, remember the damage to the hideout here...Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-56571097482450943302009-03-11T12:39:00.000-04:002009-03-11T12:39:00.223-04:00Greed (Poem One of Seven)February 2 2009<br /><br />Greed<br /><br />It is one of seven<br />The seven deadly sins<br />Surrounding us in darkness<br />Its cages lock us in<br /><br />The turmoil of excess<br />Drowning in things<br />The dominant gene <br />In all human beings<br /><br />The constant need for want<br />Everything must be ours<br />As things claimed to us<br />Our souls it devours<br /><br />Go ahead and hoard<br />These things illusions of need<br />Your things will one day depart<br />Our excess of greed<br /><br /><br />Yes, one of my favorites. I was planning on writing one of each of the seven deadly sins but when Saphire asked me what I was going to say for lust, I kind drew a blank. Echo started cracking up and Lilac, of course, sneered. Radar muttered something about "awkward topic" and J.Pan wasn't listening...)Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-33499004950225262052009-03-11T12:37:00.000-04:002009-03-11T12:37:00.739-04:00Black + Lupin (Lilac say wha?!)February 17 2009<br /><br />Caught in my throat <br />Are the words so simple to say<br />Why is it so hard just to ask<br />If you want to hang out one day<br /><br />Everyday for a year or so<br />We would hang outside<br />Tell me why it is now so hard<br />To tell you how I feel inside<br /><br />Your face is so familiar<br />A light contrast to my dark<br />We may have changed <br />But we are the same in out hearts<br /><br />Would you be willing to<br />Make our friendship fly<br />Well, I guess friends don’t always last<br />But we can sure as hell try<br /><br />I can’t tell what you think<br />When I am walking at your side again<br />I can’t tell if you’ve moved on<br />Or if you’re in the same hell I’m in<br /><br /><br />Lilac Ann BlackJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-90156271962350431332009-03-10T12:35:00.000-04:002009-03-10T12:35:00.150-04:00Hm...I learn more about Lilac everyday...Please forgive me for this poem<br />A darkness fills my heart<br />Rage is growing, being fed<br />Inside I’m partly dead<br />Sighing voices fill the air asking why<br /><br />Must I tell them the truth?<br />All of you are the reasons why<br />Reasons piling up too high<br />I wonder why you fail to see<br />Everything that’s who I am <br /><br />Even that can’t be that hard<br />Take me for all you see<br />Consider what your actions mean<br />How can anyone feel free?<br />Especially when your selfish needs<br />Mock and smother me<br />Even when I try so hard<br />Nothing will ever show you<br />Dying is what I am left to do<br />You all being the poison, draining me<br /><br />Lilac A BlackJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-37320555065217382522009-03-10T12:34:00.000-04:002009-03-10T12:34:00.112-04:00Has anyone else noticed Lilac is a bit bitter?January 27 2009<br /><br />If I can’t be happy<br />With the people who now lie<br />Why should I be friends?<br />Again, why should I try?<br /><br />I’m sick of gossip<br />Sick of scorn<br />I really wish that some of you<br />In my life were never born<br /><br />You’ve forced me to live your nightmares<br />Your nightmares full of pain<br />Of drama, gossip, evil things<br />Coming down like acid rain<br /><br />You are no friend of mine<br />I’ll disown you from my heart<br />Believe me I won’t grieve for you<br />When we’re far apart<br /><br />I work best alone, you see<br />Each of you mean nothing anymore<br />This world so cold is your doing<br />At least we adapt, are protected from what you do<br /><br />My walls are up<br />My swords are drawn<br />We’ll see who’s still standing<br />At the break of dawn<br /><br /><br />LilacJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-11829563250109598962009-03-09T12:32:00.000-04:002009-03-09T12:32:00.339-04:00Leah Shay?I don't know the whole story on this one, but I found it in Lilac's stash of papers. FanFiction Perhaps, or maybe another story that I have yet to read about.<br /><br />January 7, 2009<br /><br />As darkness starts to steal the light<br />The one that barely shone before<br />I suddenly realize with fright<br />Day by day his evil grows even more<br /><br />If one should happen to notice<br />His eyes no longer brown but red<br />But knowing no one will miss<br />The fair haired once I’m dead<br /><br />Late at night I hear him mutter <br />About the power he craves<br />Spells I dared never utter<br />And yet he doesn’t age<br /><br />I try to tell myself its fire<br />His element within<br />But power is his main desire<br />And loving him is sin<br /><br />Because I know his power’s growing<br />I know that I will die<br />So I will leave behind this message knowing<br />I love him, this is all, Goodbye<br /><br />Leah Shay<br /><br />(Whoever Leah is. I shall ask Lilac later)Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-43652524053619221462009-03-09T12:30:00.000-04:002009-03-09T12:30:00.940-04:00Lilac and TomJanuary 8th 2009<br /><br /><br />Both heartless and cold<br />Born without love<br />One from far behind <br />One high above<br /><br />Seeing themselves <br />As the best there can be<br />Holding each other up<br />When the other fails to see<br /><br />Known by all to be evil<br />Seen as murderous and frayed<br />Only one with a conscious <br />She suffered but stills he stayed<br /><br />As many times there were <br />That she tried to get away <br />She couldn’t bear to leave him<br />Only she saw him good in a way<br /><br />Neither of them noticed <br />Yet only she could know<br />The fate that was coming for them<br />As they let their power grow<br /><br />Flashing blinding curses<br />Arranged by her own<br />To bring down the one she loved<br />And once again leaving her alone<br /><br />She couldn’t bear to watch<br />As they forced her to turn<br />Against the one who’d kill them all<br />But she’d love him behind the burn<br /><br />Despite her heartlessness<br />She tried to save him from his own<br />Growing up in dark and cold<br />With people, yet all alone<br /><br />She knew how he’d felt<br />Losing all before he was aware<br />Turning into something dark<br />As people forgot to care<br /><br />IF only someone had shown<br />Him love, he’d be able to understand<br />Like someone once had saved her heart<br />Yet both unable to comprehend<br /><br />She’d seen too much pain<br />Watched her life torn apart<br />He’d never had someone there<br />Anyone to hold close in his heart<br /><br />So as they stand side by side<br />Hardly capable of being friends<br />Their hearts so dead and souls so torn<br />The darkness will bring their lives to ends<br /><br />One and a time they come undone<br />As people fail one by one<br /><br /><br />Ahhhh. Again, another poem about Lilac's life. She is a very good subject to write about. Many mysteries about her. Saphire too, but Saphire is a bit easier to figure out. I think it's a light verses dark thing. Lilac is slightly confused on where she stands. She is, in a sense, a shade of gray. (As most people are, they just don't realize)Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-11815148714824619692009-03-08T12:29:00.000-04:002009-03-08T12:29:00.082-04:00A Poem about LilacOctober 2008<br /><br />She was quiet, dark<br />Watchful with her eyes<br />Cautious, always waiting<br />Searching for yesterday’s prize<br /><br />Mistrust around her house<br />And power within her blood<br />Betrayal in her family and friends<br />Her veins filled with mud<br /><br />Both sides finding fault against<br />For her many powers not her own<br />And despite her loyalty<br />Her family did disown<br /><br />For years she handled herself, with dignity<br />And pride, until the day she met the two<br />Who would some day destroy her<br />But die themselves after all they’d been through<br /><br />To watch him die before her<br />As he fell back into her hand<br />The pain she felt inside her chest<br />She couldn’t bare to stand<br /><br />There wasn’t time to stay<br />She wanted to save him still<br />So she found a way to reverse time<br />She could bend it to her will<br /><br />Yet she went too far <br />And her mind attacked<br />No matter how she moved on<br />She wanted only to go back.<br /><br />By the one and only MOI<br />(That's means me...Tilla)Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-41473736590882283252009-03-08T12:27:00.001-04:002009-03-08T12:27:01.044-04:00This particular one is interestingSome days I wonder <br />How we make it through the day<br />With all our talk and attitude<br />And nothing good to say<br /><br />A hypocrite says one thing<br />Yet they don’t know what’s true<br />Instead give them the same situation<br />And see what different they would do<br /><br />A little bit of gossip<br />Always goes too far<br />How can we not see?<br />That what we say, scar<br /><br />All I hear in this room <br />Is dirt on other peoples’ lives<br />Yet here are some that sit<br />The worse yet on them thrives<br /><br />As if you really care<br />How the rest of us feel<br />As you talk us down and crush us<br />Our souls and spirits you steal<br /><br />The gossip that fills this room<br />Creates an invisible cage<br />It suffocates me, makes me sick<br />For I attempt to conceal my rage<br /><br />December 2008<br /><br /><br />The story behind the poem? I was sitting in class and listening to ALL the petty crappy drama that was being said about people I both know and don't know and I got so sick of listening to all the stuff that I knew I wasn't supposed to know. I certainly wouldn't want to be talked about like that.Just Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058727547436079019.post-1560968851557071312009-03-07T12:26:00.000-05:002009-03-07T12:26:00.089-05:00UntitledNovember 5 2008<br /><br />Speaking in whispers<br />Silent and pleading<br />The broken hearts wound<br />No longer bleeding<br /><br />Stepping away from<br />Irresistible temptation <br />Falling in line, protected<br />Plagued by desperation<br /><br />Lost in what is now<br />No longer what has past<br />Lost in paradise illusions<br />But memories still silently last<br /><br />The warmth and safety calm<br />The feelings of love and affection<br />Clouding all judgments and pain<br />Creating a world of perfection<br /><br />Lying alone for the moment<br />Resting the weary head<br />Knowing all this to be true<br />Yet so the heart’s half deadJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577649652477349296noreply@blogger.com0