I am in Serious Trouble - A Call for Help by Lilyas, journal
I am in Serious Trouble - A Call for Help
Update: I want to say a heartfelt thanks to all my friends and supporters, who are helping me now in my unfortunate situation! Your response is overwhelming. It means very much to me!
Update 2: I made a new friend recently, Anne. She was very kind to post an article about me on her blog. There are many more details about me, my home and my situation.
Update 3: Hi dear friends, meanwhile we have a settled day for the hearing: August 19, 2014. Until that day nothing more will happen. And that means any more news will be after that. Please send us your prayers and good energies that the judge will have a good clear view on the situation and is
A Plea Throughout the Ages by eluvinari, literature
Literature
A Plea Throughout the Ages
You mock me, O cowardly Face!
Through the night, from dusk to dawn,
You pull me close, but ne’er embrace,
And come the day leave me forlorn.
From the birth of time I thought you mine,
But despite your beauty, silver Face,
Your gilded heart, though surely divine-
Is darkly cruel and void of grace.
Your nights’ watch is dark, it’s hard to see.
Shall I tell you of my life, bright one?
Of how I am trapped and yet so free,
Of how I’ve conquered and yet am won?
See, a hundred thousand souls are mine,
Some dead, some lost, some yet to die.
First they fear, in the end are supine,
For of my strength none can deny.
In my sh
While away the countless hours,
Wishing they belonged to someone else.
Sleep,
Sweet refuge,
Why do you deny me?
The wee hours of the morning,
The stillness of night,
Must you be filled so,
With reckless longing?
Surely there is more to me,
More than the desire for blood and pain.
Depression hits everyone.
Why should I be weak,
When everyone else is so much stronger?
Must I come to this crossroad time and again?
I want to be more than a pathetic creature.
I want to be a light that shimmers and shines.
I want to be so bright,
The shadows can’t come near me.
Whispers of things best forgotten slip insidiously through my mind.
If I drown the
I see your scattered pieces lying on the floor
I rearrange them into a mosaic
and your scars are beautiful
I wonder how fragile our minds and souls are
I try to look past the simply prosaic
and your scars are beautiful