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Lesionia Lesionia	Poems Feb 13 2014, 12:20 AM EST Deadly Impossible Birth Through all the sex, through the drugs and alcohol A baby is born. An impossible birth. A girl comes out black as midnight bruises. Placeta is next- im small pieces. Was this girl dead? Through some unknown miricle, this girl lives. How it was possible is unknown. A miricle baby? Or is something more at play? Who will know the answer? Will the question go unanswered? Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	1. RE: Poems Feb 13 2014, 8:06 PM EST Disaster at 8 A girl of only eight years finally meets her mother. She had known something was off- Now she feels complete, at least for now. Happiness fills her little heart. In a week that is snatched from her. Her mother dissapeers without a trace. Waiting for months to years for an answer to; "I will come back for you" No answer, no calls, no letters. (No emails at that time) No mother- another abandonment Abandoned again Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	2. RE: Poems Feb 13 2014, 8:08 PM EST Demented Teen A girl is in her room- messing and fooling around. Imagination fills her mind as she remembers the book she is currently reading. Reluctant to clean her room, she gets ready to pick that book back up. She stops. A unusual feeling and sense overcomes her. She is being watched. She slowly sneaks over to the window. The blinds are jerked open. There she sees... Nothing Confusion and shock goes through her like electricity, As so does the evil laughing in her mind. So clear she could hear it. Freaked out, she heads out of the room Only to later experience the truth. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	3. RE: Poems Feb 13 2014, 8:08 PM EST Haunted or Just Insane? Floating skulls appearing, disapeering. Telepathically answering of unseen people images and nightmares Told to kill and refusing Anger, hate, rage. They arise to overtake Yet I conqured all. Pain is my weakness- but pain makes me strong. Many times I have asked am I insane? I guess that is a no. But this is not the end. Only the beginning Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	4. RE: Poems Feb 13 2014, 8:10 PM EST War, an Archangel As the young girl is constantly watched by an unknown evil A new pair of eyes watch her Protective, compassionate, comforting Virtue is his name. Finally the girl can sleep. A new day in highschool, A new friend Crazy new stories Could it be possible? Nights are filled with visions and nightmares Nightmares from a red haired guy. Could swear he is a demon... Visions of a handsome messy black haired guy. Black drenchcoat, boots, and a sword There is something more to him... Those crazy stories seem to describe this guy and his blonde emerald eye friend. Could they be vampires? Or are they undercover angels? Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	5. RE: Poems Feb 19 2014, 1:08 AM EST Amazement of the Accused All around me I see no difference. There are many but I do not see them. I, a female, walk around with guys seeing no difference. I joke, I cuss, I act like a human. Yet one slip up and I am bashed in like a broken skull. It is amazing- I am amazed. I thought they knew me better- I thought I knew better. Again I opened up to be shut down. I am amazed simply and only because I have felt pain again. No emotions- yet still the pain is and always will be there. Always a life of pain.... Why do I bother? I try to apologize I try not to offend I try not to hurt others But Why should I bother? Why do I bother when others do not know forgiveness Why do I bother when I am trolled? Why oh why should I bother? This is why: I care I protect or I did Maybe I shouldn't and just care about only me Some would say its about time... But who knows what will come next Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	6. RE: Poems Feb 19 2014, 1:21 AM EST The Opposites of Courage All around me people laugh. They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path. Not to mess with the things unseen They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do. Never a reason to do something. They are discouragement. Shock goes through them as I do an investigation They always doubt me, they always have. Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself. Where is the encouragement? Where is the praise? The "I know you can do it!"? Why must I be my own encouragement? I walk around, my head hangs down Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement. They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown... But I am the Rebel. I will not have my only passion taken from me, My flame rises, and I will not fall! Neither will I fail. I will believe in myself... Even if no one else will... Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	8. RE: Poems Mar 7 2014, 10:41 PM EST The demon in your closet It hides trapped behind the door, waiting eagerly to get out. Everyone has a skeleton, but yours is a demon It hungers for souls, It thirsts for blood Revenge, Hate, Arrogance, Rage are it's names. It persuades others that it is right, even itself. Its truth is a lie, its lie a truth. Depression it uses on its victims It is the monster of your mind. It loves your pain and doesn't care about your fear. It is even humored at your fear. It makes you see things that are not there. It could drive you insane How can one see past the illusions? Past the lies to the truth? Or was there any truth to start with? Will it make you stronger? Or just bring it down? Just get rid of the demon- Oh wait- I forgot to tell you- The demon in the closet is you Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	9. RE: Poems Mar 12 2014, 2:12 PM EDT Not a Hero I went over the edge, I lost my faith I have made a bad choice, My choice of no light Darkness has overcome me, Now I await death I gave in- I was at my weakest point, Now I am darkness, though not evil as I thought I would be The choice I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed. I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight There is still one chance for me I was blinded, and lost my sight How could I not see? But I have regained it, though it bites This one chance may kill me There is no one who will for me fight Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me The choices I made has destroyed me and no one but me can be blamed. I feel too weak to fight, but maybe thats what darkness feels like It shows the monster in me- so stay away I must overcome the dark- I must be the rebel This is the path I was to take... Now everthing is so clear, when before I was blinded I must change, I will fight I know what I am, what I have always been. You want the secret? too bad its my secret. I am the monster but I am also the hero. I will be known as the rebel, for I will change There is this one chance for me I was blinded, and was caged why couldn't I see? But I am now stronger and better, though it bites This one chance is the key There is no one else who can help me change Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me The monster is satisfied, the hero is in pain. They both live inside of me, and I will use both I have a new purpose now in my life and that is to change That is to fight for balance for within me and within this world and universe. I have choosen light, I tried to be nuetral, I then chose darkness. I can see through the light, I can see through the dark, Now I just need to change again. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	10. RE: Poems Mar 12 2014, 2:13 PM EDT (continued) I will be known as the rebel, for I will fight There is still one chance for me I was blinded, and lost my sight How could I not see? But I have regained it, though it bites This one chance may kill me There is no one who will for me fight Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me I refuse to hate the sun, but darkness doesnt frighten me anymore I refuse to hate water, but fire feels so good I love the earth, I love the night Winter is not so bad, I refuse to hate summer I refuse darkness, I refuse light, for I love both So I need to change, even if it means the death of me. This is my path; it may be my final path But I finally feel the smile of a challenge on my face. I will be known as the rebel, for I will change There is this one chance for me I was blinded, and was caged why couldn't I see? But I am now stronger and better, though it bites This one chance is the key There is no one else who can help me change Not anymore, Ive pushed them from me Im not a hero, Im not a monster, Im both Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	11. RE: Poems Mar 15 2014, 12:41 PM EDT The Ultimate Pain The Ultimate Sorrow I stand to be judge, sure of my steps I know best- but I had not. My failures has caught up to me My partner now dead, the cause my hand Had I not refuse their choices, he would be alive Had I simply did what I was supposed to He would be by my side I do not regret my choice because of me- but because of him so young, so strong My epic failure I may have once been powerful- Now I have lost all. The pain of a dragon master's heart to much to bear Yet it is my punishment, My curse: to always fail, always My blessings- I threw them away. Now I must send myself into exile I am the monster. tears fall like ashes from a forest fire Do not look for me, I will not be found Do not try to contact- I will not answer Do not try to comfort, You do not understand Do not doubt me- the worlds you can not see is very real And I? I will remain hidden, untouched by anyone else. I did not get death- I continue my life I am unfit as a leader, and as a friend Thus the poem ends and I for once and all will disappear Thus starts my self-exile. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	12. RE: Poems Mar 15 2014, 12:47 PM EDT The Quiter Vows have been broken, tears have been made. I was told I was great- I am not I deserve no praise, Ive only done what I had to do Ive never gone above, but just below. I have done wrong, Ive done right. But in the end, I have always failed. Always had to be guided, but I couldn't stand on my own two feet. My pride turned to arrogance, which turned into my ultimate failure. Death I want- but too many depend on me. So I pick myself up, I gather myself together I plan I scheme I struggle Maybe this time I will learn properly Maybe this time I can avoid failure I can avoid the broken vows, and the tears. Maybe this time I have hope. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
GoblinGrim GoblinGrim	13. RE: Poems Mar 16 2014, 8:07 PM EDT "The Opposites of Courage All around me people laugh. They call out saying I'm going down the wrong path. Not to mess with the things unseen They give me reasons Not to do what I want to do. Never a reason to do something. They are discouragement. Shock goes through them as I do an investigation They always doubt me, they always have. Maybe that's the reason I have doubted myself. Where is the encouragement? Where is the praise? The "I know you can do it!"? Why must I be my own encouragement? I walk around, my head hangs down Yet I am expected to raise my head under the discouragement. They want me to fail in this- They don't want to deal with the unknown... But I am the Rebel. I will not have my only passion taken from me, My flame rises, and I will not fall! Neither will I fail. I will believe in myself... Even if no one else will... " I have never laughed at you, Les. With you, Yes. AT you, NEVER! and never will. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	14. RE: Poems Mar 17 2014, 3:24 PM EDT smiles I know Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	15. RE: Poems Mar 17 2014, 3:35 PM EDT Fire rises in my viens Water is absorbed into me Earth supports my steps The wind listens to my anguish Time is slowed to a stop Matter is seen through In mourning does my power listen to my command I wonder if I shouldn't listen to the beast in me more? Listen to my power, for it seems to know something I don't I wonder why I cant remember- then maybe it was another lesson To listen though one may not understand To learn humility, though one may be hurt or scared To see, to do, and to be. In the night of winter do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of darkness In the day of summer do I start again the ritual of fusion of the powers of light. I must learn again. I must heal again. I am simply a crystal rose. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	16. RE: Poems Mar 28 2014, 2:21 PM EDT The Unknown Self I am the warrior with the beast inside. I am the shifter, choosing many forms I am the slayer of demons, The mistress of dragons, I am the Darkness and the Light I stalk my prey, I bring justice, I loath evil ways. I refuse any path but my own, it has brought me mistakes before I am the Traveler, The arrogant, the weak, the wise, the strong, the smart But what I wish to be will remain my secret. For all my secrets have been given away, All my trusts have been broken I stand alone for a reason. I have hurt too many, I have been broken I have healed as a bone has healed I am stronger, my soul is now stronger. I a quartz stand by a diamond. I may never be the strongest, but now I know I am not the weakest. This writing does not come from pride But to serve as a warning, and my final warning. I will rise above others, I will not be stopped. What I wish for burns in me. You may drag me down, I will simply kick you out of the way. I wish no harm onto others, but I will escape all of your traps. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	17. RE: Poems Mar 30 2014, 10:09 PM EDT Mirror, mirror seek my answer As we look at our reflection We see only the outside No matter if it is glass or puddles, we see ourselves We can not see the connection No matter how we wish to see the secrets hidden inside Our reflections are like library shelves We are a vast collection The shelves are stacked neatly to hide the mess inside The moon also is a reflection of the sun itself The moon in its own perfection. It show's the sun's opposite side. There goes the running wolves. They run without detection Its where darkness will reside You look into the water, looking, seeking an answer to oneself. Look carefully, look closely, look to your eyes. Look at your inward reflection. Eyes, the window to ourselves. The answer is in your reflection's other side. Mirror, Mirror, send me in the right direction "The answer is time, the answer is yourself" "Seek and you shall find" though the lies try to bind. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	18. RE: Poems Apr 4 2014, 1:54 AM EDT \| Post edited: Apr 4 2014, 1:54 AM EDT Darkness, deep darkness envelopes me Light burns like a fire within me My eyes flash silver, My rage is the same as anger My friends laugh at my frustration They feed on my confusion Which way to go? I pull my bow I, I do not know I, I do not care I got to go, I have to bear Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	19. RE: Poems Apr 8 2014, 1:04 AM EDT \| Post edited: Apr 8 2014, 1:04 AM EDT the rose's layers The petals on a rose are small to big The outer layers hold the inner secret As time passes people, and things hurt the rose Tearing each petal off. The rose tries to grow, struggling just to survive It changes and adapts There is something to always tear into her Eating the rose away. She is left as a simple rosebud There is a final change she is forced to do This change has made her of stone She can not be hurt, can not be torn down She can stand strong She can now grow. I can now succeed. Post reply Do you find this valuable?
Lesionia Lesionia	20. RE: Poems Apr 26 2014, 5:03 PM EDT Anew The night swirls around me as the wind blows The dark rain poisons the waters Footsteps echo through the darkness Rushing up while one flees So comforting its frieghtening My red eyes blaze out looking through the rage. My control almost breaking, yet I refuse it to break I break on the inside, calm on the outside Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path I am the Uknown, for that i am feared I am strength under weakness Hopelessly myself No one knows my pain, yet I have none. I cannot cry, Shock has a hold on me I can not cry, my tears are gone. Wounds, they do not show themselves. Hope is all I hold onto. I break on the inside, Calm on the outside Illusions, deciet, and lies block my path I am the Uknown, for that i am feared I am strength under weakness Hopelessly myself Light is at the end of the endless tunnel. I can see it as I seem to break down. My mind is broken open, yet I refuse to be insane My body is worn down, I have to keep going. For I refuse death, and it in turn avoids me. The light is bright, the sun blazes down It burns away anything in its path A purifying fire, a beautiful deadly site My blue eyes shine through, flashing gold. I stand with my sword, but isnt there something more? And something less? Post reply Do you find this valuable?

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