I believe I’m an old soul, wiser than most

Though I am young, to God I feel close

Don’t misunderstand; religious I am not

I am a spiritual being, but I’ve never been taught 

Please try to read with an open mind

For I have no name for the meaning I find

I’m not trying to preach, nor want to convert

I’m just sharing my input on life from my heart

My God is your God, and your God is mine 

We all live as one in a world of divine

Our souls are all placed on this earth as a test 

To help out each other and do what is best

A higher power somewhere with us in mind

Takes place as Him, Allah, and Buddha to help mankind

Because everyone needs faith and someone to follow

It gives us hope that better will be tomorrow

And as we die, out life is a lesson

To be subconsciously used as we live in the next one

Our bodies decease but our souls are endless

Like the God you believe in, we are all ageless

So before you judge people for being different,

Think, “There got is my god” and be considerate

Most importantly, be kind to all

Go out of your way to ensure others don’t fall

Whether you’re faithful or not, you’ll find out inside

The importance of life is for you to decide 

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This is the man who raised her. 

He gave her life and he praised her.

“Daddy knows best,” he always said,

And with those words he dazed her.

By making her scared, he fazed her.

She believed Dad’s words, he betrayed her.

She pushed boys away, she never could stay,

Until she met a boy who made her.

This is the boy who changed her.

His damsel in distress, he saved her.

He never gave up, he earned her trust,

And with his love he renamed her.

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I was a dreamer. I was a saint.

I had a pet dolphin that knew how to paint.

Now I’m a follower; A face in the crowd.

I am a soul afraid to speak out loud.

Where is the dreamer? Where is the saint?

Maybe she’ll shine through another day.

Behind this wall of forgotten dreams,

I am an angel with broken wings

I can’t see the future because of my past,

The things I regret, mistakes that will last.

I am “it” playing “hide-and-go-seek”

Except I’m blind, I’m deaf, I’m facing defeat.

I want to know life before sorrow got loose,

But taking a stand is just an excuse

To focus on anything other that fear;

I am a fish being chased by a bear

Forget her past; wipe away her tears,

Be more than an onlooker standing near

The girl who’s following forgotten dreams

She’s only an angel with broken wings.

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He wants perfection, and so I try

But it’s so hard when the bar’s set so high

And as I try harder, his standards increase

Like impossible goals that aren’t meant to be reached

I’ll keep trying until is all crashes

And all that is left is a pile of ashes

Of a girl who was perfect for oh- so long

Until she broke down and now she’s gone 

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I pass the kitchen and I see love

A home cooked dinner while the kids grow up

I see the front porch and a husband’s kiss

I strive to remember the moments like this

Dad hung a tire on a branch in the tree

For his girls to swing on happily

The girls watch their parents who put on smiles

They think that they’re happy for most of the while

Everything’s perfect through the children’s’ eyes

But through the window I see mommy cry

The fighting all happens behind closed doors

Until mommy just cant take it anymore

She takes the girls with her and moves to the west

But they’re too young to know why it’s best

All they can do is ask questions like “why?’

They don’t realize that they’re dying inside

The girls grow older around silent relations

If they can only relax and hold onto their patience

The youngest is confused but she still has hope

While the oldest is scared and cant find how to cope

She brings out her fear with anger and violence

She’s mean to her sister, who only knows silence

She cries and she screams that she hates her life

She thinks “what if?’ when she walks by the knifes

Suicidal at seven it a sign of lost feelings

It results in life-long depression and eternities of healing

The perfect family she thought she had- torn apart

And all that she got was a hole in her heart

The angry child grows into a young lady

Her body say’s “fifteen” but her heart claims she’s twenty

She’s too young to see all the things that she’s seen

She knows way too much to be only fifteen

The drugs, the violence, the alcohol, the sex

These are the things she can’t find courage to regret

She’s loved and been loved, been heart broken, felt dead

Had one too many, said things she shouldn’t have said

She deceives her friends, most of them mad

She’s strong but vulnerable, so sorry it’s sad

She’s been through hell but she’s come right back

She’s still young; she can still fix her act

Through all the anger, the regret, and the pain

She carries compassion and love with her name

She has more knowledge than adults twice her age

She’s missed out on childhood and innocence all the same

After all her mistakes, after all that she’s learned

She has no regrets because she has matured

Suicidal at seven and twenty at fifteen

Make up who she is, and who she is, is at peace

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It seems that as a storm arrives,

We all have trouble finding lights.

All goes dark and blinds our minds

Of looking forward to better times.

Rain is like tear drops from the sky

For all the soldiers who had to die.

Tears for the heartbroken, tears for the down,

Tears for the angry, in sorrows they drown.

There’s a tear for the boy who lost his dad

Tears for the past, bad memories we’ve had.

A tear for the sick, a tear for the poor,

And tears for the wealthy that always want more.

There’s a tear for the angel with broken wings,

Thousands of tears for forgotten dreams. 

A tear for the teenager who feels alone

And tears for the people who can’t find a home.

As the tears of life fall upon the ground

It’s important to recall the reason we drowned.

For after every storm, a rainbow appears

And life rewards us for our hardships, our sorrows, and our fears.

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The creaking arms of comfort, branching out to grasp my hand

Magnolia helps me climb higher, her tallest branch I sit upon

Embracing me in her gentle arms, swaying me back and forth in the wind

As if to tell me to be calm, to tell me I’m a child, worries are not mine

We both know better, bearing memories that scar eternally

Yet all my worries melt away; curtained in the roots of a friend

Patient until my innocence returns, I forget my past, which holds me down

And strangles me ‘til I cannot break free, pins me ‘til I don’t want to speak

To my mother and to my father, to the bearers of bad news

Now all my burdens cannot be found, but they are waiting down below

And when I am calm and ready to fight, cascading back to reality; I climb

Down the stepping stones of serenity, her finger printed branches bit me adieu

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He could feel his white, cold blanket melting off of his shoulders.

Fear.

He could feel her hot, fiery arms pulling at him.

Betrayal.

Year after year, she ruined everything that he was. She added her color to where his grey had once been. She replaced his stillness with a breezy warmth. She killed him.

Death.

He watched as she flourished and bloomed, longing for the existence he once knew.

Jealousy. 

But then, she began to grow weak, and he began to grow strong. His still grayness slowly began to swallow his color and light. 

Resurrection. 

With every new life comes the end to another; so he killed her.

Revenge.

It is said that life is a cycle, and every living thing comes to an end. That is where the story ends, and a new one begins.

Repeat. 

(Source: twenty3magnoliatrees)