|Me with my best friend, Bloodlust.|
He's always been there for me, especially when Swift left...he even stepped up in the pack to help out.
Demon...don't listenSimple things. Simple things it says.Demon...don't listen by GoldmoonDance
Future things. Future things it tells.
Family things. Family things it warns.
Female things. Females things I'm told.
Pain is my future, for so he says.
Loneliness is my destiny, for so he swears.
Fear is my whole life, for so he informs.
Now him I trust, I trust him.
He tells me truth, he tells me reality.
Now, I listen carefully, carefully I listen.
Trust me, he never asked of me.
Believe me, he never begged.
He gained my trust through truth.
Through truth, I learned to listen.
He tells me of horrors for the future,
He tells me of pain, fear and death.
I believe him, he doesn't lie.
I believe him, he's never wrong.
The future I believe in is what he's said.
The future I'll have is what he's said.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Wait, that's not right.
Wait, he never said that.
Stop, he said that wasn't so.
Stop, that's not true for he said so.
Believe what you may, but just know this:
Truth comes in all forms, but don't let knowledge change your f
No poetryNo poetry was written,No poetry by eowyntje
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
Bloodline: I am part of the Colquhoun Clan; because my father is in it. My family's history is brutal, but amazing.|
Current Residence: North America
Favourite genre of music: Any
Personal Quote: The best things in life are not made.
When I was little I had pictures running through my head.
As I grew older those pictures became feelings.
Now there are pictures, feelings and words.
Sometimes feelings will trigger words, and when that happens full poems run through my head. The words bounce in my skull, seeming to get louder and louder until I let them out on paper or even straight onto deviantart. But for each poem I write there are about three or four that I don't write, or let out of my head.
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