whatisandwhatisnt

It seems that we as humans are withering.

Like petals on a rose,

Slowly wilting and eventually dying.

What is to become of us?

For we are nothing but frail creatures who are killing our protection.

Our land, that lets us live.

Living and breathing,

that shall soon end for we have killed our land.

The land that we are borrowing from our childrens children.

If we are sharing something should we not protect it from harm?

Protect the earth,

Make a change. We need it.

Or we will be nothing,

The earth will die with us,

so we must protect it.

Water spirits shall leave us and the sun spirits shall grow.

Fear it well and gain it feel.

Ouch.

It hurts,

what does?

My stomach.

It pains me, for it has felt food with exercise.

Silly little girl, that is common sense.

Common sense to others is not common sense to me.

What is common sense truly?

For it’s meaning is defined as something understandable and does not need thought.

Might it be true? Or might is be a lie?

What is common sense truly?

Well for once I understand not to do what I had.

For learning from my mistakes is what makes mistakes worthwhile.

Even if some people would want to skip their mistakes, but would they learn anything?

For knowledge is why saves thy soul.

Spilled blood,

Darkened screams, 

Death. 

Tears of loss,

Tears of death.

Tears of prayer.

Save us, they pray.

Pained souls trying to seek truth.

Heartless souls who seek power.

Humans.

The fearless souls,

Watch as a child’s tears wither.

Disappear as their soul leaves,

What’s left is an empty shell.

Covered with cold crimson red,

Cries we hear, fear we find,

Forgiveness who seek neither, 

For those who have had a future have left,

and those who are the future have slept,

Forever in the darkness, waiting and waiting.

For God’s immense power shall find their sleepless souls.

God shall take them to the highest point and watch as revenge of no blood begins. 

Scattered light,

Darkened souls,

Fearless night,

Silver moon,

Brightly lit darkness.

Fear forgives,

What fear imagines.

What life gives,

For when life gives you lemonade,

Are you not suppost to make lemonade?

What if you don’t know how.

Fear and Darkness,

Await me in this unknown world.

For what lies in the darkness,

Is what will save me.

So please save your lemonade and let me find my own lemons.

For I choose to let fate guide my way,

No need for pained guidance,

I need myself,

For myself is what shall save me.

The world is full of unforgiven souls.

No guideness and no security,

All you can do is live your life, and let fate guide you.

He swiftly guided me away.

To the darkness of a lonely cave.

My memories filled with pain.

His cold touch, landing on my fevered face.

I gasped.

Beauty foretell such freedom. 

Such darkness, hardly seeing.

Knowing, is what i felt was seeing.

Yet his guided touch, carried me to a happy place.

Where his smile was the light to my enchanted place.

I smiled at him, and he asked “How does thy beauty fair?” 

His worried deep blue eyes lingered in my mind. 

As I sat staring at the blanked page.

For beauty has sought me to convey memories of a past lover. 

A past dream, a past love.

Driven and deprived from loving. 

Protecting thy  by leaving my love.

Is a hindrance and a deadly astonishment, but it be the past present or future. 

I shall always love my blue eyed angel. 

Silver, was his name, and beauty was his game.

His dark blue eyes and long silver hair, stowed his beauty.

Beauty  full of wisdom and love.

A fallen lover, a hated dream.

Wisdom, of the days and beauty of night.

Sparkling with lost hopes and corrupted dreams.

Love be gone pain be gone, truth where are thy?

Send me away for love has stricken me with it’s arrow.

Cupid, damned Cupid how could thy hurt me.

Fall for another while another has fallen for another.

Her smile that breaks my shield, her soft lullaby voice that makes me smile.

My shield has gone, but with it so has she. Left me for pain’s food.

Taking me down, letting me be covered with darkness.

Through pain and injustice I still love her, for she is my air and I am her wind.

I wish that were be, for I would travel with her through the times and times of the world.

I wish for her to be with me, I wish for her beloved to disappear,

I wish for her to come back to me, but those are all wishes.

      Scream, free, freeze.

      Dance, sing, love.                           

      Foretell, freedom.

      What have we to freedom, so hidden in the darkness.

      Power, fear and insecurity.

     What are we other then monsters.

     Born from death, to be death.

     Death governs us neither.

     We be not poison,

     Poison is alive, it spreads and kills.

     We find and kill.

     We need not search because our eternal condemned world is full of harmless animals.

     With beating hearts and dancing eyes.

     They say we are beautiful but they fear us.

     Beauty is fear and fear is beauty

     We say they are so frail and tasty.

      Innocent and alive.

      Innocence is hidden and in the hidden is life.

      Life oh golly life.

“You know making me jealous is too low for you.” He said and sat beside me.

“It’s not my fault, I’m hot.” I saw with a grin on my face. He turned and looked at me.

“Yeah, you’re the most beautiful thing alive.” He said. I sighed. When he says things like that I can’t control myself. So I lunged myself at him and kissed his soft lips. He smiled. I laid my head on his chest, and it suddenly reminded me of Edward. How I used to lay on his chest and listen to the beating of his heart, and see him blush when ever I kissed him.

Oh Edward, I hope you lived a happy life. Those times were so happy, I try not to think about it but I can’t help it. I miss him dearly; I miss his sweet scent and his warm embrace. Mostly I miss his kisses, the way they always showed how much he cared for me. He used to ask me to turn him into a vampire, so he could be with me for eternity, and I would have done it but I fought it. I want him to live a beautiful human life, and I was worried I might lose control and kill him. Turn him into a cold dead handsome body, no life within it.

I watched as he twirled Cathleen, he had such grace that carried him. Cathleen was blushing; her cheeks were turning a dark shade of red. It was too cute. I had read Cathleen’s mind and she thought that dancing with the master felt like she was floating. It was just all too cute.

I saw Erik run towards them, he bowed to Cathleen.

“Excuse me, madam, but would it be alright if I might have a dance with this hot boy.” He said with a growl. We all laughed. Cathleen nodded and walked to me. She sat beside, me. We both watched them as they danced. They kept stepping on each others feet and being silly. They were teasing each other. They were just adorable.

“Madam may I ask you a question?” Cathleen said. I looked her and nodded. “Where is your child?” She asked.

“He’s not living with me, I couldn’t take care of him because I had him at a young age. It was a very stupid mistake. He lives with his cousins.” I said. It was true, cousins. Vampire and vampire are cousins. So it makes sense.

“I see. I hope that your child is happy where he is.” She said. I smiled at her. “I’m going to go.” She said. I waved at her and watched her leave.

“I want to do something worthwhile.” I said. I really wanted to do something, I was getting bored. Erin and Erik came and sat beside me.

“Hmm.” Erin thought. Then suddenly jumped up in front of me. I laughed. ‘Let’s go to England.” He said/.

I mean it’s truly unexpected. It just comes at you so painful and quick. Like a ninja dashing to kill his enemy, while the enemy is there standing as if he is truly clueless about the fact. It is so perfect and beautiful thing, but it hurts the heart. It shatters minds. It is exactly like a rose. It has its beauty that makes you smile but it has its thorns that make you cry out in pain. Why is it that the color oh the petals on a rose are red and while the thorns cause red blood to come forth. Can the petals of love be pitifully beautiful without the pain of the spattered blood that comes from the pain? Can beauty not have pain? I mean we all deserve happiness but does happiness need to bring with it pain? I do not understand. it is just so beautiful most of the time then bang, out of nowhere pain begins. Is that truly what must come with happiness? Love and beauty. They have always been together. Needless to say the should be together, but i do not think they belong. We hear stories of the handsome prince falling in love with the ugly duckling. Seeing her for her true self on the inside. That is love and it has no beauty on the outside but rather on the inside. So maybe they do belong. Just like a rose, the beautiful petals with painful thorns.