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Midnight Angel sitting in the clouds, Watching the world turn beneath. She ponders and wonders aloud, "What is it that compels us all?" "Is it to be kind to one another? No. Is it to be intelligent above all? No. What drives all of reality to do what is done? I choose 'Love'." Midnight Angel, sitting in the clouds, Watching the world spin below, Watching ages pass by in a blink, Watching the light behind the glow. "Love compels all, from the Great Dawn. Love of self, to the love of another, The love of helping, to love of nothing. It drives everything.." Midnight Angel sitting in the clouds, Watching the world turn beneath, Laughing at th

When all the world is spinning 'round, You swear your feet won't touch the ground, The music stops, and the world crashes down, Leaving you crying, with enough tears to drown... It leaves you cold, and all alone, The lighted path is never shown, Your eyes wrenched open with a groan, Surrounded by people, yet so alone... Their faces blur, and are unseen, Your tearful eyes are not so keen, Against the wall, you can barely lean, How could the world turn so mean... Millions of people are always here, But nobody to lend an ear, To talk to you and quell the fear, That your life is full of tears... There is a light, although far away, The light

I start to see, with eyes so blind, Deceit and lies, are paid in kind, You cannot lie, or sneak, Without becoming vulnerable and weak. The lies just build, and carry weight, Deceit just grows, until too late, If you tried to sneak, too bad, They know, and you've lost all you had.. Very rarely do we get another chance, So few take it without a backward glance, Most will try the same routine, not I, I have seen them, wither and die! I see the past, and let it go, It cannot hold me back anymore, Repetition is my foe, You'll not find me there anymore.. I look to the future, and take it's arm, I will carry on, I will push and for

Restless eyes that cannot sleep, Find no solace counting sheep, Slumber taunts, but doesn't form, Sleepless nights become the norm... I see darkness in my skies, Dawn's light begin my nights, Exhausted, I lay unconscious, Dreamless mostly, yet some form. Nightmares, dreams, jumbled inside, Demons of light, scenes from the past, Tender arms around a lady, strange, Minds twisting in the nether of sleep... Then suddenly, nothing. My eyes open to the evening sky, And I dread the waking world, For I know what waits for me at dawn...

From these eyes I cannot cry, My mind, a storm and thoughts of thunder, Though I cannot say I try, Paranoia seeps where once was wonder, It seems my heart will run too fast, Though my mind will say to take it slow, I wonder if this is why they never last, I wonder, if this is when I should go... I rush headlong into emotion, Never heeding the past instruction. Too many times have I been alone, Never seeing, being my own destruction... Sleepless nights full of abject fear, Days gone by without notice, Seeing all of those you hold so near, Leaves me feeling rather hopeless... I walk along paths, beaten and not, I see the world of possibilit

We were lying on the grass, looking up at the sky, when she asked "Do you think it's happy?" "Do I think what's happy?" She pointed at the rainbow that was forming. "That." I frowned. I felt irritated. Even then, when I was a child, I knew what a rainbow was. Nothing more than light refracting though raindrops, or in this case a sprinkler. It wasn't human. It wasn't even an animal. It couldn't feel happy, or sad, or anything. It wasn't sentient. I didn't reply. "It would be nice to think it is," she said to herself. ~*~ Years later, I grew up to be a scientist. I asked how things worked. She grew up to be a philosopher and asked why peo

:rose: 1 :rose: Dust settled as the woman slid the twin daggers back in to their sheathes. Stalking across the now quiet battle field, fingers moved to brush strands of shinning hair away from her delicate face. It was surprising how much she didn't feel the cold on days like today. General Silvara absently reached a hand up to massage her shoulder only to feel cold, bony digits resting there instead. Crystal blues widened slightly in realization. She attempted to spin. To wrench herself free but only succeeded in adding to the momentum as the ghastly remnants of what was left of the man spun her into place. Too thin digits dug into the soft

You've woken from a deep sleep it seems And yet i'm with the girl of my dreams..

 The breeze smelled of the ocean, ruffling through the young mechanic’s blond spikes. His old, torn, patched canvas wings were now gorgeous, supple, red leather, and the frame, from its creaky wooden gears and pine structure, a shimmering gold. His old tan vest and no longer white button up were replaced by a black velvet coat vest with gold plates, and a crisp white shirt fit for a prince. The tacky industrial trousers were now finely cut and pinstriped, and his knee-high leather boots his father had fashioned for him that sometimes fell apart at the seams and was patched and sewn in all sorts of dysfunction, were high-grade, steel-toe