courage

**Beautiful~Mistake** · September 9th, 2005, 05:18 PM

so your world is upside down
and everything you thought justified your existance
has just failed you..
what does it feel like when your soul screams?
is it like a fire in your stomach
..is it like broken seams
misplaced dreams..
and everybody just seems.......
...............................so unreal

i think we thought we had it all
but love can't save us, now
cold nights and empty beds
are hardly the price
for freedom
what is this bitter taste on the tip of your tongue
when i kiss your lips
they're cold..
and foreign..
and all those nights
we talked of our family
and our future
and our hopes
they just seem so fucking worthless, now
so you've been robbed of your rights as a woman
literally, physically
where do we go, now
what do you do when your lights fades?
they take your money
and put it away for you
so that when you need it
you can't have it
and you support drug addicts
and convicts
and 16 year old mothers
but where's the come uppance
when a girl is lost

i know they say that everything is okay in the end,
but the end is coming
and it's not okay

so you need somebody to cry on
and everybody tells you to stop crying
and that it's going to be alright
because he loves you
but they love me, too
and where were they the last time we were here..

so you don't know how to deprogram yourself
corrupted memory
and missing files
aren't we just like robots..
we're given information
and sometimes we don't work the way we're supposed to..

so you're lost and scared
and your saviour can't help you now
you've been shown a way
but now you know too much
so you're lost
without a map
and you're scared
without a comfort

and i'm sorry...

**digitalsanity** · September 10th, 2005, 06:39 AM

Interesting?

I?ll say this in a metaphoric way as if someone was speaking.

I am the darkest hour of your light, I will haunt the very reason you claim as a need, I will ultimately fabricate the fa?ade in which you have come to trust. I will slain every thought to the grasp of hate. And I will spit in the wake of your beauty. Create in me what you will, for it will only be the ones you hurt that makes me stronger. For it is I, who lives inside of you.

Your will your strength that you claim as your own, you have not. You claim and will of control is only a figment of imagination. Your desires, your wishes your dreams I will only destroy to manipulate you to serve only me. Whom am I? I am the demon, better known as?..vengeance of the heart.
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When the beauty of the fa?ade is over there is no room for crying, only a battle of within one?s self. Strength is the key to a successful battle. Weakness is the ones who give in and live in a pretend fantasy world. You see the outside part of a fabricated fa?ade yet have yet to grasp its control. To learn and control it yourself? hate is such a beautiful tool that so many people lose a grasp of cause for. And take for granted the next fabricated fa?ade is the key to happiness. The cycle will continue.

**Father Dave** · September 15th, 2005, 02:47 AM

courage,
i have seen
is not always being
strong
or
right
or
big...

sometimes, i
think,

it's being
on call

for anything
for anyone

or for no one
at all

but

me.