describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
anda should take a good look
before anda touch it.
anda may be hurt
if anda don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
anda might be hurt.
Careful what anda wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
anda should know what
you’re indulge.
The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.
He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...
Without a goal
anda don’t live,
anda just watch
your life fading,
without cinta
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.
Raised oleh wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he cinta me? Does he know what cinta is?"
My friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
atau just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he cinta me? Does he know what cinta is?"
My friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
atau just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
Poem About Criss Angel:
Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
anda always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
anda have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when anda remove quarters from your arm using a knife, atau cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know anda will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
anda amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person anda really are
I know how anda feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel brave and creative
Because anda inspire me
Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
anda always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
anda have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when anda remove quarters from your arm using a knife, atau cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know anda will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
anda amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person anda really are
I know how anda feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel brave and creative
Because anda inspire me
anda devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
anda took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
anda grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
anda mencuri water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
anda took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
anda grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
anda mencuri water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
A woman's life is a rose.
Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As anda live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome anda with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
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Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As anda live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome anda with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
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cinta felt like a warm cookie.
But as anda can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he berkata 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our cinta was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
cinta is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he berkata 'Yea' instead of
'I cinta anda lebih than anything'.
That hurt to hear berkata be..
cinta is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
cinta is poison..
But as anda can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he berkata 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our cinta was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
cinta is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he berkata 'Yea' instead of
'I cinta anda lebih than anything'.
That hurt to hear berkata be..
cinta is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
cinta is poison..
In the tremors of despair
anda see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life anda have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, anda have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that kadaluarsa slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped oleh blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
anda see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life anda have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, anda have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that kadaluarsa slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped oleh blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
anda are so young but like the stars anda are so old/ your perfection is pahit and leaves me cold/ but when I feel alone and my soul can feel down I reach to the sky and hear your sound/ and anda beauty fills the sky and eventually i'll drown in your sweet smell that fills air all around/ anda twinkle and shine just like a bintang and both of anda grow far from the ground/ so, distances don't matter/ for what does beauty count? I'll never hold anda and thats all I kno, beware the rain and beware the snow and beware the man we all thought we'd kno ~ Miguel, i'll always cinta you... No matter what. So much
Sweet and innocence
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed oleh mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl oleh the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone atau swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed oleh mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl oleh the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone atau swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.
In this night
composed of beads
sprinkled of the memories
and remembrance of
the days that sill live
in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I cari for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past
has been stopped by
this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,
you're the only one,
the only one who can stop
the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor
to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried oleh the thoughts
of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to
magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my
weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads
and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the nigh will forgive me.
composed of beads
sprinkled of the memories
and remembrance of
the days that sill live
in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I cari for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past
has been stopped by
this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,
you're the only one,
the only one who can stop
the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor
to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried oleh the thoughts
of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to
magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my
weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads
and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the nigh will forgive me.
