

Daddy's Little GirlHe wants to run away She is embarrassed and ashamed Of what she must do But, she must survive Unbutton, unclasp Stripping down to bare nothing She tells him to go ahead He proceeds slowly The mouth connected to The gun at his head says: &nbDaddy's Little Girl


Child of war.Eyelids flutter In the throes of deep sleep Eyes in rapid motion Following simple pawns In the scene Playing out in her mindChild of war.
Her mind is her sanctum Until sleep takes her The slumber of yesteryears Is not the comfort it once was Actually, it is now The complete opposite
Scenes in her mind Are gory and bloody And full of Deep, deep pain Too many memories Flutter through her dreams
The things that she sees Could make any man Even the strongest of men Fall to their knees Tears in their eyes &nbs
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Hold StrongWe've pushed along, Our hearts held strong, So gone, so long, So sad the song.Hold Strong
Yet, now, we're forced to halt our march, Our steep trek up this mountain, This slope of pain.
We reached the lip of the well, Pulling ourselves out of the dank, Dark, drowning, Sopping misery, Only to be stopped
At the very top.
But, no! We will hold strong.
We will not let our guard down, We will not fail, We will not falter, We will not... fall.
Our coarse hands, Scarred and marred by the trials of our path,


The Desert"Cross this plane," they said, About six eves ago, "And you shall find your prize, Precious and pure as snow."The Desert
Well, I've trekked this desolate land, A desert, it seems to be, And as I'm nearly there, My heart, it shakes with glee.
I've pushed, and walked on, Dodging trap, fall, and pain. I've forced myself to continue So my struggles won't be in vain.
It's been hard, yes that's true, But I've kept going, simply for her.
And I've felt her all along, Her beautiful eyes so bright, Her wondrous smile so wide, Her soft


Hidden BlossomsThere's a gift among the trees, One of life, Of love, Of hidden pleasures, Of answered pleas.Hidden Blossoms
It's secretive by nature, Saved for only the most pure, Honest, Clear, True;
Those who need this cure, Those who receive this gift, Will forever be blessed, Will forever know hope, Know love, Know courage.
They will know their gift, And they will draw strength from it, And it shall be that these chosen few, These majestic souls,
Will know of the hidden blossoms Of love, Of life.
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Sarcasm: One of my finer art forms.
~Meh1220: A great artist, and even greater lover/best-friend/person.
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Before saying "I love you," one must first know how to say "I."
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One cannot love mankind without despising most of the creatures who pretend to bear it's name.
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Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. You need to remember that when you find yourself at the beginning.
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Sarcasm: One of my finer art forms.
~Meh1220: A great artist, and even greater lover/best-friend/person.
In accordance with destiny,
The ends of thy soul must be...
Free.
I love you!
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Sarcasm: One of my finer art forms.
~Meh1220: A great artist, and even greater lover/best-friend/person.
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