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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family

Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".

Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque

Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos

completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes

solo llevaban equipo de esquí.

.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup

.- Solo vamos por

Wisdom's daughter

Born of wisdom and war
Athena’s daughter
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom

To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga

La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.

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Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.

In red:
Bringer of peace to wars.

Battle in the Twin Sala garden

At the river sat a boy
watching the water flowing by
seeing the pain of the world
with his ocean eyes closed
but as the years went by
his wings carried him high
and when eternal night rises
when death stretches out its claws
it is light against darkness
gold against underworld gems
forces clash a great fight
the virgin raises her fists, sets her sight
on the twins the goat, the waterbearer
closing shut the lotus door
demon's bane, ancient sealing rosary
treasure of heaven, keeping evil at bay
and thus, in the sacred garden
just like Buddha has done
the boy lays his head down in eternal rest
beneath the Twin Sala Trees

Shield of the World

Wings of pure gold
spread and enclose the world
bathing it
in a warm golden light
made of feathers of justice
they take flight and rise
the Archer soars through high realms
traveling through the mist of dreams
sending across the skies
his mighty battle cries
his body is shield against the dark
amidst the darkness a bright spark
and golden feathers fall
when he heeds Athena’s call
even beyond death, he spreads his wings
to protect his goodess and justice
he’s a shield of light against the shadow land
forever the shield of the world

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SerenityEndlessly searching for a home
I found myself lost and astray
No one showed me the way
I was stained by the last Autumn rain.
Days vanished into years…

But I found a way to rid myself clean
Of the pain that's been haunting me
Finally sure of my purpose
My soul has been redeemed.

I lay down in thick snow
And witness the beauty around me
This moment, I feel infinite love
It surrounds you all
It sheds onto the pavement
It engulfs my frozen soul
I know…Now, I'm not alone.

Tonight, I breathe serenity
At peace with myself
And finally having found my home
I walk into the piercing blizzard.
I slowly fade away in the snow

Din adancÎntr-un deşert, gri şi sterp
Se-nalţă uriaşe ruguri incendiate
Străpung noaptea grea căzută
Din timpurile uitării născută

Flăcări reflectate-n stropi de ploi acide
Luminează-n puterea acestei nopţi sordide
Râuri smolite străbat câmpii nenorocite
Lipsite de atingerile binecuvântării.
Negre stânci din magmă-nchegată
Stau strajă într-o vale secată
Şi urlă vântul, amarnic, printre ele…
Se-ntind fantomatice crengi spinoase
În lumina moartă a unei lumi de piatră
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Ending Credits

by ~RomanianBard, Oct 2, 2011, 2:09:31 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

They would leave me in my darkest hour
Alone, here, in this bitter mournful time
But they trusted me with their lives

Forsaken, I walk this dark empty alley
Alone in the pouring December rain
I recall all I've done; for you, it's the same

I entered winter once again, freezing
Shivering in the piercing cold
Bearing stories that will never be told

You left me in the autumn of my life
Forgetting all the good I did for you
But it was never enough!

Will anything be remembered
Or looked upon with pride?
Will it all be thrown aside?

The image of you fades away
As time itself decays
And you're nowhere, you won't take me home!

Leave me here,
Crying, wailing, grieving
Seeking, unwinding, leaving
Sighing…why?

And when you remember me
Your dreams will turn stone cold!

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Opeth-inspired. Written about a time when I felt really down.

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~CalumDC Oct 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You're right, I did like it - it is really good

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~RomanianBard Oct 11, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for the fav and comment

've a nice day!

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~morbid-whispers Oct 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Chiar inainte sa citesc descrierea ma gandeam ca s-ar potrivi la Opeth sau un Novembers Doom, ceva. Foarte fain!

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~RomanianBard Oct 5, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Multumesc frumos

Intr-adevar, ascultam Opeth, m-a ajutat mult muzica lor.

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