Today's Poem

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Time may stand still though it is endless 

Both constant as well as non existent, comforting, dreadful

So much and so little time 

Minutes

Hours

Days 

Months

Time has the power to heal

The power to destroy 

One moment a promise of a wondrous dream

The next an incomprehensible nightmare

As it is holding us up it holds us back

Time is out weapon, as it is our ruin 

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(**It isn't my best one but I thought it was good enough to share. **)

Today's Poem

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Beautiful lies drip with sweetness from his lips

Speaking of feelings that will never truly exist

I could run to his domain or stay in my own

Either way I'd be forever alone

Darkness and Death are normal to me

Beauty and life are all I truly wish to see

 I love these lies even as the battle rages inside 

Even in the darkness I no longer find a place to hide 

I will no longer find solace in his lies 

The shadows are now where i choose to reside

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Here is something about me, for myself.

I was once a very social little girl, I could make friends everywhere I went and I was never scared to say what I felt. Then slowly over the years I began hiding who I was more and more. First it was to make some of my family accept me, but after we left all of them behind it became more then that. 

I was eleven when I couldn't find anything that I enjoyed. Sure most would say I was becoming a teenager and that its normal to hate the world. During that time I couldn't tell my mother what I wanted to eat because inside I refused to enjoy anything. I was under the mentality that everything I cared for would in the end hurt me. So I just stopped caring, about everything. 

It took three years and moving away from my home town to even remotely start feeling again. I went to a new middle school and found a few new friends. 

By my first year of high-school I was going good, then I let a male hurt my feelings again. 

Though threw it all I still read and wrote, that kept me happy even if i never wanted to let anyone know that I felt the happiness. 

 I met my half-sister when I was 14 and that was one of the best times of my life I finally had an older sister but even that in time became something for me to resent even as i tried not to. 

Now she is a mother and I'm happy for her even though it meant she wasn't going to be coming back up here to live. I love her, her son, and the man she chooses to be with very much.

So even though I can be seen as jaded, and wistful. Inside I'm a kind soul that is romantic at heart.