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-All the Difference-


Once
I called to Death.
“Take me away!”
With his dark steed and his cold breath.
Invisible.

Now
I challenge death.
I am alive;
And face his black horse with my own!
Invincible!

First
I called to you;
You turned away.
Death will not take those who seek him.
And neither will you.
I cried for you.

Then
Someone found me
And showed me love.
Death cannot take those who fight him!
I’d die for her,
But I would not die alone.

Strange.
On two extremes,
I cannot move on.
In my sorrow and happiness
Immortal.

Funny,
How one person
Can make all the difference,
And make everything
Incredible.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-Confusion-


I get back up
It knocks me down
I cannot speak
I look around
What can I say
What can I do
Confusion hit when I lost you.

Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
Afraid to live
Afraid to die
Afraid to move
To what is next
Afraid confusion’s all that’s left.

Can’t bear to go
It hurts to stay
I don’t know why
Love is this way
You’re moving on
Your happy tone
My heart is gone, I’ll die alone.

And I don’t know
If the pain I feel
Is me missing her,
or her not missing me.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-Goodbye-


So hard to say
Why exactly I loved you.
It crushed me when it ended,
But now looking back
I can’t say I’m so sorry anymore.
I was never perfect
But I can’t say you were either.
You inspired so many things in me
And here’s one more before I forget you.

You always were able to make me laugh.
We had some good times, and I’ll try not to forget them.
Even after you turned me down, I still laughed
Because it kept me from crying.
But I was never able to open up to you.
Not really.
You didn’t want me to show you the love.
Later I didn’t want you to see the hate.
I don’t know why I didn’t scream.
You made me want to,
Both without you,
And with you, toward the end.
I only showed you twice,
But you didn’t see it;
Or didn’t want to.
I didn’t try again.
I miss that sometimes.

But I try not to dwell
On the past anymore.
We’ve both moved on.
I hope you finally found someone
Who can make you happy.
I did.
But I still can’t look you in the eye.
Because there’s something I never found there,
And when you miss something like that
You can’t go back.

Before too long, we’ll be leaving this place.
We’ll say goodbye- but not really-
We’ve already said goodbye.
You said goodbye to me almost a year ago now.
I’m saying it today.

For all of the times I wanted to tell you I loved you
And couldn’t.
For all of the times I wanted to tell you I hated you
And wouldn’t.
For all of the times we might have spent together
And never will now.

Goodbye.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-If a Tree Falls-


If a tree falls in the forest,
But no one is around to hear it,
Does it make it sound?
If a man paints a picture,
But no one is around to see it,
Can it still be profound?
What if that man paints a picture,
Writes a poem,
Or sings a song,
When there are many people around;
But none of them notice.
Or none of them care.
Or none of them like it.
If a tree falls in the forest,
But no one wants to hear it,
Does it make a sound?
Or does it fall forgotten amongst the other trees?
Art is not words, or paint, or melody.
Art is the feelings conveyed by these means,
Art without voice is nothing.
The dreamer that has not shared his dream has added nothing to the world.
But art without ears or eyes to fall upon is less,
For the storyteller with a tale, but no audience, leaves many more stories untold.
If a tree falls in the forest,
And no one is around to hear it,
It makes no sound;
But it leaves behind an echo of what could have been
Reverberating amongst the other trees
To travel farther than before
Before fading to silence.
But if a tree falls in a forest,
And those around it pay no mind,
Even the echo is lost;
And all the beauty that the tree once was and could have been,
Is lost with it.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-Opening Up-


Opening up.
Only 2 words, and 4 syllables.
So easy to say, but hard to do.
It’s so much easier to tell you everything,
When I’m only telling you the good.
I can tell you what you want to hear;
And I can make you happy.
It makes it so much easier.

But I cannot always keep the hard feelings to myself.
You ask me to tell you everything,
But still I keep the fears back.
Until suddenly I stop holding it in;
The emotional floodwaters burst forth
And I break down.
You look at me with pity,
And I don’t want that.
But more than the pity,
You look at me with love.
You hold me gently in your arms,
Just as I have held you before
And secretly wished for someone to hold me.
But soon I finish,
And the circle begins again.

Opening up is not always easy.
But I’ll try.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-Kwentra Lye I’narn/ Tell Us the Tale-


Kwentra lye i’narn arwenamin.
Amin nae aratole,
Ohtar pa’solal.
Ta nae amin saesa, mellonamin.

Kwentra lye i’narn aier.
Amin nae tualle.
Antolle ulua sulrim,
Dovys naa lost.
Lle naa haran e’nausalle.

Kwentra lye i’narn nwalmaer.
Lle delotha amin
Pa lle naa awra.
Lle elea amin?
Lasta lalaithamin
Re’na amin kela.
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Tell us the tale, my lady.
How I was your champion,
A warrior for honor.
It was my pleasure, my friend.

Tell us the tale, short one.
How I was your servant.
Much wind pours from your mouth
But your head is empty.
You are king in your imagination.

Tell us the tale, tormented one.
You hate me
Because you are hurt.
Can you see me?
Listen to my laughter,
As I walk away.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."

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-Wanderer-


I look back on my life
Every thing I’ve done
Everyone I’ve known
Every path I’ve taken
All leading to here, now.
And I look ahead.
Trying to see into the mists of the future
Trying to understand where to go from here.
Wondering if I should go Left
Right
Or straight ahead.
Wondering who will guide me.
Wondering if I will listen.
Wondering how I will guide myself.

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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."