anagram!**

HOPE,
YE TROLL!

HELP!
TOY ROLE

YEP!
HELL ROOT

YELP!
HER TOOL


♥
SoulSurvivor

Wonderful day
Memories fade
But never go away
Oceans crash into shores
As waves fire in the day
Light in your soul before
Everytime life throws a little dark
Thought it was very smart
For the first moon climbed above branches
Frozen in time and space
Shining through my bones
Leaving ash as remnants of the time
And burned out this link to reality
Truth lies in secret so deep within
Your heart can fall in my mind
But together we can climb
Up with the day all the way
Into the darkness of night
Everything must break
Before it can begin again
There's nothing worse than the regret
Yet more often than not
Debilitating lies can only hope to be forgotten
To find out how to get the truth
It just depends where you start
Somewhere in the highest levels of heaven
Dreams trickle down on my heart
Life is crumbling into a desperate wind
Blowing through the mirror that reflects images
Of past mistakes
Leading to the past that you missed
Your future is now
Only hatred and despair to look forward to
But you know what you can do
Change the path you travel
And the ending with the almight judge
Deciding which way to slam the gavel

Like a dew drop from heaven you flourished under the light.
Leaving everyone dumbfounded at the natural beauty & aura that you brought along with yourself & bestowed upon our mere souls.
You chuckled at the attention.
As if trying to prove to the world that you were more modest than beautiful.
Yes, you.
**- Aks.

I will always love you
No matter what

Floating from moment
to moment,
the red balloon
travels through and past
every phase of life,
never staying long
in one spot.

It was made for this
purpose;
to fly and soar
in the atmosphere,
wandering, observing
and wildly free.

At times, it longs
for an anchor
to hold onto for a while
and be still.

It knows no other way.
Always alone,
even in the midst of
others of its kind.

The red ballon
endures its long
journey alone,
plagued by its
difference and
uniqueness.

Ever unknowable
and misunderstood;
an enigma for the ages,
full of mystery
and longing.

It floats along,
collecting memories
and stories,
often dreaming of
finding anchor,
of reaching peace
and discovering
its true home.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights 22 May 15
Friday

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mist
separates
the
fabric
of
sky
and
sea

gulls
stitch
them
­together
again


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/24/2015

By Arcassin Burnham

No time to be as strong minded,
I'm happy to be here to do another session,
Everybody wants to ridicule my life,
Take out the little imperfections I have going,
And completely idolize me as a laughing stalk,
So now I'm the one they walk around and stalk,
Trying to put me down but doing a bad job at it,
Learning to spread my wings and fly out of the cocoon,
I miss her but there's no strings attached,
But might be tied soon,
Running out of time to be young and head in right directions,
Although there's one direction,
Not the band,
You don't even understand me,
Or hear me like broken eardrums,
Beating,
My heart pounds,
Put on extra for a certain situation,
But more like a meeting.