Once upon a time,
There was a little girl,
She had a family, friends,
And all the time in the world.
Once upon a time,
The little girl's family fell apart in a day,
Her father walked out, her mother was never home,
And her siblings pushed her away.
Once upon a time,
As the little girl grew up,
She started having less time,
And she was always in a rush.
The little girl became a teen,
And all of her friends left her life,
Everyone started bullying her,
And she turned to the knife.
Once upon a time,
The teen missed that little girl,
But she was gone forever,
Distorted by the world.
Once upon a time,
The teen remembered how she had it all,
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If life was a book,
We'd all have a best friend,
That we've kept over the years,
And we'll keep 'til the end.
If life was a book,
There'd be an adventure around every turn,
Constantly we'd make mistakes,
And constantly we'd learn.
If life was a book,
We'd all save the world,
We'd all fall in love,
We'd all get the guy or girl.
If life was a book,
Life would be great,
But be careful what you wish for,
If you like to write your own fate.
If life was a book,
Our destinies would be written in stone,
I don't know about you,
But I like to choose the path I go.
If life was a book,
Life wouldn't be as great as you think,
We'd all be prisoners, p
From quiet corners to unswept borders
Leaders came to separate out the mesh of disorder
They believed in belief itself
Faith not in a thing but in themselves
Shining into cruel cobwebbed caverns of despair
Giving back trust with love to spare
Blinded souls captive in chains of ever-binding
They heard the whisper from ahead
Son or daughter, lift your head
Be what you are and only look back to know why we must work
There is always an abundance of warmth within to vanquish all the hurt
Roads have been paved and existed that were the less travelled ways
Explorers did seek them out and set foot on those epic pathways
A lot was learned along the way until arrived a day and age where there remained no more road but the one the explorer chose to create
He looked around and noticed there were only faint prints ahead
A shadow of a few great wanderers who'd lifted off to a roadbed of stars
The tracks then becoming only space that lead to anyplace
To have arrived at all almost beyond anything even conceived
To be at the point where one wrote the future was too amazing to be believed
Yet here were galaxies and distances vast
Here w
The way I could describe his presence is like vampires of dark youth
where the world ends and where it begins in a sphere of blue flame
where strangers are strange but they know your name
and know where you are going and where you have been
like being lost but found over and over again
When ages pass, what will I witness staring back at me?
Will I be proud of what I see peering, will it be smiling or leering?
Will it soothe my skin or will the sensation be one of searing?
I crept through a dream of a distant tomorrow,
it folded it’s wings around me and whispered sweetly pulling me near,
So close it was, only I could hear,
And it showed me that what I did today would reflect in the unraveling of time,
All I did here today would again be mine,
Anything I’d lose I could forever find,
I wasn’t going to die,
But I could lie,
I could pretend to subside,
Slink and cower with foolish pride,
Though in existence I w
You say you're ecstatic
your movements
erratic
You're lying
that much I can tell.
You think that I'll fall for this
but I'm incredulous
this
will never end well.
I don't think you get that
I don't really mind that
honesty
It's preferable, too.
What world is there where
if you really don't care
if you tell me
I'll hold it against you?
Everyone is special,
everyone's unique;
but you discuss equality;
your arguments are weak.
You say we're all the same,
but that's clearly not the case,
we all deserve the same respect,
but that's not what we base
the opportunities on,
we give them all the same
the tests are vicious, border malicious
to make our words so tame.
We're told that it's offensive,
but that is just your guise,
to make us all identical,
you think that you're so wise?
Reality sucks. I do not know a single person who would disagree.
Bu I do know a lot of people who would tell you to suck it up. Some people would say something about life giving you lemons. Other would tell you to take something rude out of your buttocks and deal. But they all agree on one thing: you can't change reality.
I disagree.
I think that when life gives you lemons, you should not make lemonade, nor find someone whose life has given them vodka and throw a party. I think you should take that crate full of lemons and grab a knife and start cutting and peeling and zesting until you make something beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the