PrincessMoonLovesYou

It's War! It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.          When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.          When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.          When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.          He and 500 others. It's war, when she attacks the discounts.          When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.          When she capture ressources, she didn't need.          When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.          She and 500 others. It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.          We and

She's not reacting to anyone's love, She always stays cold, She loves to be in snow, And no one knows what she's capable of, She's always alone, She's a master of her snow world. She's called Snow Queen, She's always so mean, Happiness makes her sick, It makes her weak, But the Queen holds on, With the power of snow. The Queen rules the Kingdom, She knows the meaning of freedom, A lot of people tried to change her, But they became frozen, She wants to stay away, She don't want anyone to get in her way.

I sit here alone, thinking of you about the time that we shared, about the things we used to do But now I'm alone and it's starting to show How did I get here? Do you already know? I want to be with you... but it won't happen I want to be with you... but I can't seem to take action It always seems that you're just passing through.. So how can I be with you?... Time goes by and still I'm here Yet you start to go and disappear. How do I get your attention or do you already know? That I want you here.. I don't want you to go... I want to be with you... but it won't happen I want to be with you... but I can't seem to take action It always seem

I hear the hum of circuits and grinding of the gears. "Good Morning" I hear in a far off place. "Good Morning" the voice repeats again.   This time it is much clearer than before. I see a flash of white light then a face comes into focus. "Good Morning" the human face says in a more stern voice. I try to repeat back the words but only a loud screech emits from my cold lips. "Oh Dear, you're not fully functional are we this morning?" The human reaches behind my left ear and pushes a button. "Good Morning." He says sternly. "Good Morni-ni-ni-ni-ning." I stutter. "Good enough I guess.  Just a short circuit.  Nothing we can do." The human sigh's

These eyes have seen most of the world. There are landscapes more dreamlike than anything that I've seen with my eyes closed- and I've touched every inch of them with bare hands and determined feet.   I have seen life begin on the first morning of Spring, the rain dry away and the flowers come to a vibrant life, touching rays of sunlight with their petals. I've seen someone's last moments in the dead of Winter, watched as their gaze kissed the face of Death.   I have seen days of endless oceans, the shadows of whatever things the depths hide away from us.   I've even seen the entire world from the top of a mountain I climbed with only m

Like a wave on the ocean, Or rain upon my skin. Knowing there’s nothing I can do, To stop the clouds from rushing in. The soul may seem an empty space, And it seems the heart has died. But none can move me from my place, Right here at your side. The levellers of existence, Hardship, Pain and Time, Will be met by my resistance, And your fingers bound with mine. The tears we cry may drown us, The storms rage hard at night, And though the world may break us, I’ll stand by you and fight. Like shadows of our former selves, We thought had been destroyed. Has been taken into deepening delves, Into what we thought was void. The walls we

 To you: To advice; I am a better person for being told exactly what you think. To conversations; short and long that solve every problem or make them less intimidating. To friends; for other than mother and daughter, that is what we will always be. To timing; good and bad, cheery and sad; it's easier to get through with you there to share it with. And to words; and to having a vast array of ways to tell you how much I love you. Happy Mother's Day.

A quiet sigh echos because I am not what you wanted. I never was. I am not what you expected, and you do not like surprises. So you heave a sigh and you pretend you aren't impatient, resentful, that you do not wish that I had been someone else. That you had been able to chose who I would be before I could ruin myself the way that I have. You pretend that you do not wish that you could reshape me, melt me down and reforge me, tear me down and rebuild me in your own design regardless of how I would feel about it. You do not understand, you do not want to. You try, you try and try and try, but I am not what you wanted. I never was. You prete

The queen’s eyes falter, looking upon her opponents. She settles on one particular rival- the joker. He was unexpected, for she never knew he would join in the game. He is a wild card, a person that makes the unexpected reality. The joker notices the stare she gives him and smirks back, giving a small wave as a gesture of sarcasm. The queen’s reaction is quite unusual and unruly for her highness stumbles, causing the ball she clutched tightly to falter and bounce. The rough asphalt rattles and loud thud could be heard. Small chunks of gravel shake and a blur of blue passes quickly before anyone could have a chance to react. The