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My GardenThe Garden
Ah my lovely garden that grows in number every day every second
My garden of many colors of reds, yellows, and blue
My garden that grows as I sow the seed into the ground of the world
Waiting till the day that I can finish my in my garden
Roukia Sinname: Roukia Sin
Nickname: the forgoten one
clothes: black samurai kimono
eyes: light grey
Physical: normal healthy woman
powers: poison touch, telelpathy, rest unknown
weapons: samuria sword
Weakness: extreme emotions of others
pet: red colossal monkey
Pet powers: talks for roukia, can sense danger, changes into armor
pet peeves: rude beings
cares: for life
Nickname: light walker
clothes: white monk robes, metal armor under robes
Physical: the perfect human body not to big not to smaill
powers: heals others (not him self), gives energy to others (not to himself) and Aura blast
weapons: sword of light
Weakness: his powers uses almost all of his energy and if he touch anything of evil he falls to his knees
pet peeves: slobs
characteristics: he has a heart of gold
Voices: old english echoey
cares: all human life
Family: his twin brother
Zen Hayashi kimpochi LotulenName Zen Hayashi Kimpochi Lotulen
Nickname hand of death
Eyes it's colored weird, the white spots are black and pupil is yellow and the other eye is blue, An eye patch over scared eye
Clothes: wears all black like the old Victorian style,
Physical: strong, skinny, white, white hair, left eye scared but it's still there,
Power: he does not know he has powers yet to see through anything, see into the future, super: hearing, and see in the dark well with one eye The rest is unknown his arm
Weakness: women, happiness, loud sounds, silver, bright lights, and pure water
Weapons: Ginta the sword, Kyi the shield
Characteristics: left arm is dead looking, pointy ears
Attitude: a little rude, snippy, short tempered about height, never gives up, wants to be strong
Pet: peeves evil poeple
Care: for the lives of his friends and money.
Family Rengeko Lotulen
Eye color: golden stars
Race: English dragon
Nickname: Draco of the stars
Abilities: star fire
Physical: a full chest dragon with a long with tail and two huge beautiful glimmering silver wings and two X scars over his eyes.
Pet peeves: human that pollute the night sky with there lights
Cares: the stars of the night
Family: none know of last of his kind
oddName: Odd Westgård
Eye color: blue
Nickname: twin 1
Hair color: blonde
Clothing: black vest with a button up black shirt, regular black jeans with a Picsicio necklace around his neck
Physical: roman number 13 scar small under his right eye
Pet peeves: when people misunderstand him
Cares: family and friends
Family: Oddny Westgård twin sister a brother a mother and a father all back in Norway
OddnyName: Oddny Westgård
Eye color: blue
Nickname: twin 2
Hair color: blonde
Clothing: blue dress that goes done to her knees Picsicio necklace around her neck
Physical: roman number 14 scar small under her left eye, and as skinny as a twig
Pet peeves: when people make fun of her family
Cares: family and friends
Family: Odd Westgård twin sister a brother a mother and a father all back in Norway
To those who have saved the lives of someone who they have never met.
Hearts as pure as gold,
Souls living with the love of many,
Body heavy with the pain of the loved,
For all of those who need them,
Love for those in the warm embrace
That shall never die
Selfishly not thinking of themselves
Only of others
Giving out a hand
To the those who was have fallen,
Needing no thanks
Just happy to help
Out of the darkness the beacon of light
Lighting the way for hope
When we tear apart at the seams
They are the ones that reignite our dreams,
They make a difference
To those who have none
the cliffThe cliff
Hanging on the edge with no gear in hand,
With everything in mind.
Hanging on the edge with wife and children in mind,
With living friends and family in mind.
Hanging on the edge with dead friends and family in mind,
With the love of many beings,
With the hate of few beings.
Hanging on the edge with life and death.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
Breaking news.The government makes status––
they ignore the real matters
they own the news
they confuse and abuse
making sure we're all scattered.
The law creates crime––
a social ladder we must climb
always the poor
stuck on the floor
as the privileged spend their time.
Society ignites fear––
blurring anything clear
as real life is nowhere near.
The system makes criminals––
while stealing the Earths minerals
raising the price
feeding the vice
locking us away, for lacking principles.
The people are losing their souls––
giving up on their genuine goals
working nine to five
pretending they're alive
when they're completely under control.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
Solitary Mind of Connected MadnessI see a sliver in the outskirts of eyes,
Tripping on madness, of madness this ride
Is, a circus of freaks. And there's no place to move,
And no place to breathe there's no room it's
My mind pressing mirrors upon mirrors and halls,
Palms touching nothing but heat-slicken claws,
And bent are the fractures of twitches of dream,
And fragmented truths of escaped tragedy.
Sobbing are soldiers not laid seige to a cheek,
Fools that are weary, held back as they're freed,
And o how the merry-go-round spins its tales,
Moving forward, neverending, on circling trails.
Succumb to the effervescence of thrilling deceit,
Believe when you don't, acceptance is key,
Be lost with the timeless, unwavering charm,
In circles, not touching skin, all arm in arm.
I see a world on a sliver of fire,
Tripping on madness, on madness on wire,
Is it I'm slipping at the edge of a hope?
It's time to accept we're together
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a dull
existence with poking pinpricks the only light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
You Are Unchanging Now That You ChangedLike the echo of a whisper you go on pointlessly
Dragging out syllables that no longer make sense.
You are a shadow of the man that you used to be;
You threw all of that away for this new pretense.
Like an ages old tradition you never change -
You meet challenges lifelessly - never daring.
This new plastic you has no depth and no range.
You blazed like the sun now you are cold and uncaring.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
The City That Died ScreamingWhite phosphorus depicts the lands of Hell,
It melts the skin, it drowns the soul in flame,
The trigger finger has a tale to tell,
A medal for the winner of the game.
I beat you to the floor, you crawl away,
You look at me with haunted, angry eyes,
Don't you still hear the screams of yesterday?
I grin, what screams? And yet another cries.
I am your savior, bringer of the light,
The muzzle flash, the one that brings your end,
I'm here for you, I never want to fight,
Says he who used a bullet on his friend.
I ask, are you the monster, or am I?
Yet still we know we both deserve to die.
metaphors for myselfMetaphors for myself
If I were a season, I would be winter
For the darkness that lives in my heart
For the need of warmth I bring to others
For being different like every snowflake of winter
If I were two colors, I would be black and white as they are two sides of a coin
I am two different people from school to home
The white is as bleak and cold as nothingness
Black is as all the color in one of fear
If I were two actions, I would be thinking and watching
For this is all I do
I watch to learn then I think and learn more.
If I were three sounds, they would be the wind through the trees
moving quietly and calming
nothingness for it is what sound my parents hear of me
the sound of the heart for its calm and steady beats.
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