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FlyWill you fly with me? Soar above pain, above possession, Above the materialistic ties of this place, To a world of light and peace.Fly
Make a wish, I'll take you there. We'll see the sun, feel it's warmth, Taste the sweet intoxication of hope.
Fly with me, Hear the wind sigh and sing. And as the whispers embrace you, Let go- and live.


Roads of LifeThe roads of life lead many places, Happiness, Tragedy, Heartbreak, Joy, Sorrow, Pain,  Roads of Life


Shadow ChildShe is invisible,Shadow Child
Hopeless and helpless, Lost within the shadows of another.
Shadows of straight A's and 4-points, Of our perfect angel,
(Who knows exactly where he's going), Of 'Why aren't you more like him', Of 'if you're not perfect, you're not good enough'.
Poor shadow child, dream all you like. You'll always be invisible, Lost within the shadows of another.


Come CanaryThe glass has disabled my eyes view of my perception; The recollection of my life has minuscule properties since I cannot focus on anything but the raging winds of fate. If only I could allow myself to ignore the unbalanced horror, Maybe then I could politely garnish the sill of my window And wait for my canary to fly back to me; to sing to me; To cling to my shoulders once more and let me feel again.Come Canary
Daniel Haigh 06/11/06


A New DawnOh, I can remember her face now; innocent and convincing, Yet always alive; but why has life now grown to be so cruel? Tell me, stars, why can I only hear her cry out in my dreams And then my heart's world rains, echoing everything to silence... Oh, silence can be quite a deafening word if spoken wrongly And it can also lead a bond to slip so far that even fallen wings Can no longer pick up the pieces left by each sullen syllable... Aye, for even "hope" has four letters teeming with insecurity; I hope for a new dawn, stream-lined with your very essence; A parade of tranquility led by silveA New Dawn
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by `hakubaikou| * My name is Aly * I'm 17 * I live in Michigan in the U.S. * I write poetry, and occasionally some prose. * I am a recovering self-harmer, after two and a half years of self-Injury. * And I am very, very afraid, that someone will read this, and judge me based upon it, without truly getting to know me first. Hey, Check this out! H.A.N.D. [link] |
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Promoted artist of April:
~a-broken-soul yes, it's me. I'm being selfish with my sig space this month. April 14th = my birthday! DA says the 15th, but they lie. (I typed it wrong and they won't let me change it until I'm 18. One more year!)
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Promoted artist of April:
~a-broken-soul yes, it's me. I'm being selfish with my sig space this month. April 14th = my birthday! DA says the 15th, but they lie. (I typed it wrong and they won't let me change it until I'm 18. One more year!)
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