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A wild rose blossomed within a cage of thorns surrounded so completely she knew only darkness. One day light shined upon her; the glorious warm sun, and she fell in love with the light. Plucked by a tender hand from her darkened prison she traveled to her new home and was put on display for she was beautiful. As she grew older however, heaven turned to hell. Her petals drooped low she began to whither and her thorns were no longer special; they were a nuisance, something to be avoided to be disposed of. Cast away without thought replaced, rejected for a flower more beautiful her thorns turned inward upon her destroyin

A young woman's heart is like a fragile piece of glass. It must be handled delicately, Carefully cradled and kept safe lest it fall to the earth and shatter into a thousand pieces. The fragments are scattered and small; their jagged edges threaten and one false move will cut you. It is difficult to collect all the pieces before trying to mend a broken heart Though all the pieces may be returned to whence they came, the cracks will always remain. There will be that point of weakness for someone new to take advantage of. Once broken, the heart can never be perfect again.

I sit silently, Alone In this empty nest Of stone The tears roll slowly Down my face My heart longs To escape this place My sobs go unheard, The chirp of a baby bird Crying as it falls from the nest I feel like I'm falling, Tumbling through the air Yet I have no one here, No one to care Mama bird is no help She is as weak as I. Father bird is too busy He just wants to fly Those poor un-hatched eggs Never to wake next to me Lost friends cannot catch me as I fall.

Curtains open upon a darkened stage The show begins for me alone A psychotic puppet master pulls the strings, Contorting my body and my mind Changing me, controlling me His darkness moves within me This curse creeps slowly into my heart There is nothing I can do to stop it. A flick of the wrist; I start to break Twist another string and I turn on myself The puppet master laughing all the while My suffering is his amusement Cut the strings, I can bear no more Yet without them I would fall Enduring forever in this hell Seems to be my only choice He's always there above me, That cruel puppet master of mine Twisted angel and s

Three shattered windows; Glass shards gleaming in the grass A fractured door hangs from its hinges; White paint peeling from its face Graffiti covers the stone walls on all sides; This house is the canvas of the damned A derelict dwelling, Now no more than a shell A house of sin stands witness To the weakness of mankind Three rooms covered in filth The waste of humanity The floors are littered With the discarded remains of an indecent lust The remains of societal taboos Lay in pieces on the floor Showcasing the de-evolution of man

I knew as I stared into his eyes This was the last boy I would love Beating in his chest, the heart of an angel Fallen from Grace into my life Behind his smile, a secret pain Fighting hard to hide his scars A troubled past contained in his scars He struggled to keep the truth from his eyes And yet in his touch I felt his pain Mingled with the passion of his love The difficulty of his early life Shaped the heart of this distressed angel And yet he called me his own angel Though I too suffered with my own scars, Shared his dream of a life Awakening to the sight of my eyes Every morning letting love Wipe away any and all pain

Bright sunny days, to lonely nights give way Glowing embers slowly dying Just like the days that pass Insinuate a once roaring flame Now slowly fading to black The stars in the sky round you turn. Pinpricks of light; The cosmos swirling And making you feel infinitesimal Compared to the glory of the heavens The air about you is filled with music: The orchestra of the night Birds and bugs singing together Enveloping you with their symphony Standing still, absorbing the beauty of this moment It does not matter that you are alone, For you have finally found peace.

Crickets chirping Songbirds calling The whisper of wind through the trees Eyes closed It all washes over you Blowing your hair in the breeze The wind dies down The chatter stops The world around you suddenly still That eerie silence Leaves your ears ringing Making the blood within your veins chill Your eyes fly open And you look all around All signs of life have disappeared And in your heart You know and dread The confirmation of your fears

The man on the corner, that nameless creature. Prowling the streets that he's come to call home. A menacing shadow, yet harmless enough; Pallid, starving, and chilled to the bone. The clouds in his mind darken and roar. A storm soon ensues, a torrential downpour. His hood drawn up tight; Cold eyes stare from an empty shell. Praying one person Can save him from hell. His family despairing this fiend of the night; Turning their backs after one final fight. His only relief, concealed on the streets. Prying eyes are not fooled as they pass quickly by. A torn paper bag, clutched in his fist. And yet he denies; keeps living the lie.

The sunrise of my life, you were my shining light, illuminating the starless gloom. Bringing the first light into the black abyss that was my lonely soul. The passion that burned within the depths of those beautiful brown eyes, I deemed a promise of your love and devotion. Igniting the flame in my heart, your love was the spark to set my soul ablaze; liberating me from my lifelong hell. Drawn like a moth to the flame, I followed your light. Trusting implicitly, my delicate heart eventually burned. The blade stuck in my back glinting in the flickering firelight, pierced through my heart and twisted by your hand. A delug