Tuesday, September 20, 2005
What goes to Hell

What goes to Hell stays in Hell
Or so the story's told
Then why do I keep pulling him out
My heart is growing cold

I wretch with every thought
Every compromise a thrash

Yet still I remain here
With a tattered warrior's sash

Wrapped around my neck
Praying to fall and die
This cold hearted bitch
Should break free and fly

But instead my mind is shattered
My emotions take a dive
As I ponder once again
Hell's compromise

I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him!!!!!!

Posted at 01:45 pm by Saphfirestorm

 

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Whispers of a Storm

The silent wisps of splendor
Course through the midnight sky
With thunder my spirit rises
On wind my soul does fly

Tears of Heaven fall on me
Soaking me to the bone
The ever changing earth and sky
Reminds me I'm not alone


You have landed on the
shores of an eternal dance.

It is one of youth and of age.

It is a dance of fear and of faith.
It is the spiritual struggle
within the carnal mind.

It sways with the emotions
of a woman's expression.

It leaps with the truths hidden in
the recesses of the heart never spoken.

It spins and teeters on the brink of existence.

It will wash you up on the shores
and send you crashing into yourself.

The writings here span 39 years of my life. With that in mind, please understand that there are things that may offend some readers. Read what you like, leave alone that which you find to be against your preferences. You have that ability.

For me, everything here is representative of my journey. I can not omit them, delete them or in anyway edit them. It is all part of my testimonial to who I am now, who I was then and who I hope to be in the future.

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Be Well
Be Blessed
Be YOU


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