Losing Hope:next gen. ch1.
HI guys the names Allen I'm 17 and today is my dad's anniversary of the first day they met let me introduce you the fam let's walk down stairs here's my dad Alex he's an ass hole"what?," "nothing," "that's what I thought," "here's my dad Conner he's a...
Pawprints (a poem)
Many holes in the sand and here's where I dig mine. To bury away the past I fear and make it hard to find. But the sand cares not for what I feel nor what I hide away. It always seems to come full bare and see the light of day. So...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...
Hope
And let it serve as a reminder to us all, that no matter where we are, or whom we meet...there is always hope. ^^ it was called a burn-run. lt.
Hope
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An expression of anxiety
Writing my play for class, looking at my future with hope, i find myself positive for once. a moment's reprieve from my depression. i take a break, a moment to view my messages. no reply. i send another message and i keep writing.
Poem #2: Hope
#2 of poetry a poem about how no matter how bleak the outcome looks, there will always be hope as long as you are willing to look for it.
"Life"
To follow on but never follow blindly, to know my truth but never cease to question, to fight for right but choose my battles wisely, to hope all things but know which can now be won; .
Senses Fail Those in Hell
Cant fight against the warmth, the deep embrace of the black cloaks, the glinting lights and darks that set my one hope in an about face. hell is nothing. life causes all the marks.
Cold Hope
When the hope in the dragon's silver-snow eyes exploded into joyous, thankful sobs, rhi knew she was doing the right thing.
Water
, of the dreams of yesterday and the hopes of tomorrow.
I feel the siren's call
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...