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A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing 
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me 
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory 
As you fade from my memory 
I drink to pull you back 
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more. 
As the wind blows throw the curtains 
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head 
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity. 
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away 
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence 
I can hear the soft patter of rain 
I can hear your voice whisper to me 
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words 
The ones you used to say 
The one that tore at my heart 
The ones I lost myself
Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my
RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h
Mother, I am your child.
Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu
Praying Through The Motions
Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp
By Luck and a Loving Eye
Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un
To feel God's powerful love...To feel God’s love...
 
God is my LORD. He will be for eternity. When I felt sad and needed cheering up, I would pray to him and I would know he is listening. Just the other day I felt tempted by the devil and I am so thankful I have realized it. I was scared and confused, I felt like a sheep strayed from the herd. My parents would not let me go to church and I felt like I was slowly drifting away.
But my prayers were not left unheard. I feel like God has taken me back into his hand again, (although he really has never dropped me.) It is a feeling that I cannot experience from any physical substance. God is holy, he is invisible, I cannot touch him, but I feel closer to him than anyone else I can see, feel or touch. I am truly grateful that he has taken me into his care. I am grateful I met people God has planned for me to meet, who has guided me slowly to the ways of the church. It is a miracle. My thanks for the Lord will be for eternity.
Today I decided to w
HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.
Morteguerre
à baisser blanc la tête
que la pierre ouvre au ciel
jugements mornes à l’aune
de tes enfouissements

morsure des batailles
mortes

tenir droit dans la roche
cassée d’air et de neige
à blanchir l’herbe de
tes os
partir vierge d’empreintes
poudrées à la va-vide
et ruminer l’hiver
à l’angle d’un cadavre

morgues batailles torves

vois le sel se dissoudre
dans un soleil
stupide

Frantz, mai 2013
Awayaway
away
away
away
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards

away
away
away
away
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again

away
away
away
away
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside

away
away
away
aw
W.I.L.D.F.I.R.EW.I.L.D.F.I.R.E

Wielding a desire to hit the fast lane

Is feisty, full of energy and always ready

Legendary as the ponysona who bears the mark of a blazing wheel

Daring, Dashing and Determined to make an impact

Fire in her eyes mean that she's ready to ride

Is in love with a musician with a voice that is tender as the gods

Reaches out to her friends and does it fast, quick and easy

Even now, she continues to blaze on… blaze like a Wildfire.

Happy Birthday Sibsy
Spirit coloursLivvy: *sings*
~the colour purple for the song,
the colour blue to bounce along,
the colour pink to show your care,
the colour red to style your hair,
the colour yellow for the fun,
the colour green to join someone,
the colour orange to have a fight,
the colour violet to show you're right,
the colour black to show you're bad,
the colour brown to show that you're sad,
the colour silver for a sign of hope,
the colour bronze to live and cope,
the colour copper to show your skill,
the colour gray to show you're ill,
the colour peach to show your love,
the colour cream to hide your blush,
the colour aqua for the love to swim,
the colo
God is...God is…
The almighty, the Father, our Lord, our Shepard, our guide, powerful, gracious, forgiving, loving, wonderful, miraculous, the truth, the salvation, the Creator, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Crist,
Absolutely real.
God will not abandon you.
God will not ignore you.
God will not stop loving you,
Even if you continue to sin.
God has loved you,
God will love you,
God is loving you,
He will never let you go.
Were you tempted by the devil?
Did demons come to bring you misfortune?
I am sure,
God will save you.
Do not be afraid, alone.
Do not be sad, hopeless.
Open up to your God,
He will wipe the tears from your eye and
Hug you close.
Love you unconditionally.
He will be more than a trillion times as great as your earthly father.
Open up to your God!
 
 
I have experienced pain.
Great dark feelings that brought me to tears at times.
I have been blind, lost,
Lost without my shepherd to guide me.
I felt tempte
The mindThe mind is like a dam, storing the waters of our knowledge and holding it in place. The mind is like a maze, ever confusing with twists and turns that never cease. The mind is like space, vast and unknown with things waiting to be discovered. The mind is like glass, fragile and able to crack at any moment if enough force is applied. The mind is like a river, ever flowing and endless. The mind is fascinating, holding things even we are unaware of. The mind is scary, holding our darkest secrets and fears. Most of all though, the mind is what describes us, makes us different and special. It is what makes us human.
HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.
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STARDUSTIn the Night I see them, virtues of magic shimmering in the mist,
visible to where I stare, a soul purely alone endlessly I exist
as the Stars recall what is hidden behind the Eternity they shed,
I know they are more than just romantic-ridden light long dead.

Long lost Starlight sows my life before they die, forever gone
into the essence of me, these occult observances cannot be wrong
so I will continue with lonely moons in my eyes to search the unseen
in the burned out tail of comets, where the linear truth lies between.

How can we judge each estranged Star's lifelong worth
when we are just a tameless tangle of light upon this Earth
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until then all they find in their sweet
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through Winter's pristine bridal boudoir,
it is here that the waning Light loses
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A CHAMELEON OF WORDS

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A snakeskin of words I slip over my soul
like a sleeve, though teary-stained its
transparent shine may be, in me each scale
shimmers like an iridescent path that I
must follow, the Silence that I encounter
is a spiraling river of honeymilk, she is
even sweeter once I have familiarized myself
to her melodious hybernation, sticky upon
my lips, I can taste the whispers she left
to linger in me, whispers caught in a flurry
of my soul's pages like a flutter of light
caught between a snake's scales, shining
inward, I make my descent where nothing but
simpleness is the richest treasure I have
unearthed from my reptilian soil, where one
Timeless Truth leaves its shadow over my solitude...

Who am I but a little Gecko basking under
the hot-blooded Darkness? Who am I but a Snake
coiled inside the Moon? A Chameleon of Words
I am, wearing scales salty-stained from my
iridescent tears. I shed them into a poem.

June 30, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
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~Avenvia Sep 7, 2012  Student Writer
This poem is so very you! It's great that you've managed to link your connection with reptiles to your identity as a writer, and it works so smoothly; like the reptiles you're comparing yourself to =)
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~NocturneJewel Sep 8, 2012
Thank-you Avenvia! :iconblacksparklesplz::iconblacklovelyheartsplz::iconblacksparklesplz:
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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This was beyond amazing! I totally fell in love with the reptilian imagery. Truly, I am blown away; well done!
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~NocturneJewel Aug 14, 2012
Aww, thank-you so very much for your heartwarming words. :icon1stbutterflykiss: Truly, they meant the world to me. :iconlovepowerplz: I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as you did. :aww:
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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Aug 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:D
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Mood: Amused *TheDarkenedBride Aug 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
that really sounds like you :woohoo:
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~NocturneJewel Aug 4, 2012
Thank-you. I especially love the ending lines. That's how I see me. :icon1stbutterflykiss:
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Mood: Joy *TheDarkenedBride Aug 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
it was my pleasure :frail:
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*Mrs-Freestar-Bul Jul 27, 2012   Writer
I totally agree with you. I read once this quote "A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

Beautiful poem, I enjoyed reading it.the hot-blooded Darkness wow amazing image :)
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~NocturneJewel Jul 28, 2012
That is a beautiful poetic quote-I think I heard it before, it sounds familiar. But it's a quote I definitely agree with 100% I always say that my poetry is the diary of my heart...:iconvalentineplz::iconwhiteroseplz::iconbemyvalentineplz:
I'm happy that you enjoyed this poem and the hot-blooded darkness imagery. :iconloveblackplz:
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